#he sparkles beautifully ^^

[returntosunder]

What if someone(ink) threw a can of glitter on nightmares goopy body and it gets all mixed around and never comes off so he always looks a bit too sparkly and it’s really messing with his “menacing vibes”

He's now ✨️Sparkly✨️ ^^

[thefeastandthefast]

I'm OBSESSED with the terrifying Princess Wanning and want ALL the backstory about her time as a hostage and everything she did to survive (and possibly even thrive?) in such a situation. Please, drama, give it to me! (Do I feel fic urges coming on?)

She's over-the-top and openly, gleefully cruel and sadistic in a way that female villains don't often get to be, but the actress makes her chillingly believable. The actress Li Meng oscillates so naturally between all the minute shades of her many malevolent moods and is clearly having a ball playing her. Li Meng was great in The Bad Kids and now I know I will definitely be seeking out more of her work. Suggesting two men murder each other in front of her as a job interview is exactly the kind of unhinged psychotic creativity that I appreciate about Wanning.

[explosionshark]

Mornin'

[y2kstarr]

Special Tattoo Surprise

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut, blowjob + handjob

Messy kisses and stumbled steps brought you and Chris into his room, his hands closing the door behind you before he brought them up to cup your face, his chuckles mixing with your giggles as the two of you kiss.

Matt and Nick had left to go get dinner, giving the both of you a max time limit of 30 minutes alone, and with their tour coming up soon — if not literally next week — you two had been using up every possible second alone that you could.

The sound of his zipper being undone filled the room with your panting breaths before he tossed his jacket to the side, laughs leaving the two of you as Chris practically stumbled back onto the bed, his legs spread as he let you sit in between them.

He propped himself up against the pillows resting in front of his headboard, his hand sliding down to cup the back of your neck as the two of you passionately made out, messy and hot all at the same time, breaths shared and chests moving in sync.

He felt as your hands slid down his chest and stomach, reaching his pants as your fingers instantly got to work on his button and zipper, but suddenly, he remembered something important, a grunt leaving him before he spoke against your lips.

"Mm– wait, ma—" His hands stopped yours from further opening his pants, making your brows furrow before you pulled from the kiss, looking at him with confusion and curiosity as to why he needed you to pause, your hands leaving his in worry of moving too fast for him.

"I, uh– got a little surprise for you," He explained, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked at you, eyes nearly sparkling with excitement, as if he wished to just tell you right this second so he could see how shocked you'd be.

"You... you remember when I told you 'bout my tattoos for Matt 'n Nick?" He asked you, jogging your memory of when he shared the huge secret with you.

"Yeah?" You sat back on your heels in between his spread legs, hands now in your lap as you tilted your head in curiousness, a small smile forming on your lips. "What about 'em?"

"Well... there was one more I didn't really tell you about..." His hands slowly went to unbutton his jeans, building your anticipation before he tugged down the waistband of his boxers between his open zipper, revealing a sight that nearly had your breath taken away.

In smooth, loopy cursive — just like how Matt's and Nick's names were written on his ankles — was your name, inked beautifully into the skin of his abdomen, just barely being touched by the end of his happy trail.

"Holy shit, Chris.." You breathed out, almost in awe as your hand instinctively came up to touch it, nearly tracing each letter with the tip of you finger, feeling as his body twitched underneath your ghostly touch.

"Yeah? You like it..?" He asked, making you glance up to see his excited smile, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes sparkled with this sort of playfulness, like this sort of "kid in a candy shop" type look. Oh you definitely liked it.

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It took you not even a second before his dick was in your mouth, lips wrapped around the base whilst you took him as deep as you could, pulling groans and whiny noises from his throat.

His fingers tangled into the strands of your hair, nails almost clawing against your scalp as he tugged every now and then, causing you to moan with him in your mouth, his hips then bucking up in a needy manner.

His beaming, excited eyes were now glossy with lust, his blue irises just as bright still as he looked down at you, a moan leaving his lips as you looked up at him, looking like a gorgeous scene straight from a class A porno.

"F–fucking hell— I should get your name on shit more often if this is how you're gonna react—" Chris chuckled breathlessly before the sound was cut off by a groan leaving his lips, his head rolling back against the pillow as you swallowed around the tip of his cock.

As you watched his adam's apple bob from a thick swallow, your eyes trailed back down to his tattoo. Just the mere thought of it on him made something shudder within you, this sense of ownership filling you. That was your name, on his body, right where only you were allowed to see it.

Fuck it was hot.

"Shh– Shit baby��� Y' gonna make me cum—" Chris panted, his thighs starting to tremble as you pulled your mouth off of his cock with a wet pop, before your hand continued pace as best it could. His fingers released your hair, instead gripping onto the sheets beneath him as his chest rose and fell quickly, whines and moans leaving his lips in a beautiful symphony.

"cum– 'm cum— cumming—!" Chris gasped out before his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, his hips bucking up into your fist as his orgasm washed over in him in tidal waves, knuckles turning white as they gripped the sheets his back arched off of.

Normally, your eyes would've been glued to his face, watching as he came apart right in front of you, face contorting with pleasure as his body trembled and twitched, shaking adorably from being unable to handle the heavenly feeling.

But as you watched his cum spurt from his cock, pearly white ropes painting his abdomen, covering parts of your name on his skin, you just knew you'd be looking there instead, watching the beauty of the moment, for many weeks to come.

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a / n : Had this thought come to me during class and i just HAD to do it omg- 😋 i'm such a slut for abdomen and lower back tattoos, i want both so BADD

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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dividers → me

© y2kstarr

[uglygirltrying]

wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT3 | pt2 | pt1 |

apparently simon wasn't the only one who loved your scent.

other males had been trespassing on his territory, coming dangerously close to his den. to you.

simon tried to make his scent more pronounced. to keep them away. to keep his bunny safe.

fortunately, so far, no one had been brave enough, to deliberately come after you. and simon thought that nobody would be.

until that day.

simon had left for water that evening. he wouldn't have been gone for long. it was always risky to leave you alone, without his protection. but simon promised to be quick.

unfortunately, that was enough time for him.

you shouldn't have been so naïve. so stupid. you should've stayed vigilant. but you were just cleaning the den. you didn't feel threatened. you felt safe.

heavy thumps on top of the den. that's what you heard first. you looked up, a little bit of dirt fell down from the den ceiling, and dropped on your head. it must be simon. it has to be. right?

but then. there was slow struggling at the den's entrance. you couldn't see it, it was behind a curve. but you could hear it. simon didn't have to struggle to get inside. it was his den after all, it was just big enough, to let him inside.

maybe he was just struggling with the water. yeah. it's simon, you tried to reassure yourself.

"s-simon...?" your voice was meek, scared, unsure. you've stopped messing with the nest, now only focused on the noises coming from the den's entrance.

the obvious struggles at the entrance stopped.

why? simon would give you an answer, wouldn't he?

the weather was beautiful. there was only few clouds covering the blue sky. the sun glared down, hot and bright. it made the snowbanks sparkle beautifully.

the hot light made the snow melt away, uncovering calm, small rapid. the clear water ran over the rocks underneath it's surface. only more and more snow kept melting into the water, small droplets falling down from the melting ice, and snow.

simon knelt by the river. filling a carved, wooden bucket, with the cold, refreshing water.

he had to keep himself, and the bunny hydrated, after all.

the bucket filled pretty quickly, and simon was ready to head back to the den.

the snow crunched under his steps. simons hot breath came out as steam, as it hit the cold air. frost was starting to form on the tips of his hair.

the wolf's movements stilled, as smell hit his nose. a musk. another male.

simon dropped the water filled bucket, and began to run. you were alone. hopefully you were alone.

but he wasn't there to protect you. oh, god.

panic flared inside simon, his heart beating out of his chest.

the den was just a rocks throw away from the river. simon was quickly there. that didn't calm him down. somebody was kneeling at the den's entrance, trying to dig in. trying to get to his bunny.

simon panted heavily as he approached. the trespasser heard him coming. with a smirk on his face, the intruder turned around, to look at simon. simon's hands clenched into fists, his skin turning white.

he gritted his teeth. "mace." the wolfs voice resembled a growl.

here this bear was, trying to steal his bun. simon knew him, a territorial rival. and now he was attempting to take his fucking mate. his mate. his.

the black bear chuckled darkly, as he stood up.

"can smell her... you're hiding a sweet thing in there..."

"time for you to go, mace." simon grumbled.

mace grinned. "i'll leave you be, for now."

he walked down from the den's entrance, towards simon.

"might wanna keep her in there. never know when she's going to get snatched up."

mace's shoulder knocked against simon's, when he walked past him.

simon was fuming. his whole body moved, as he took heavy breaths.

the wolf listened, until the sound of footsteps faded away, before rushing to the mouth of the den.

"bun? come here." he called out, into the tunnel.

he had to wait a moment, before he saw your head sticking out of the hole.

simon sighed. "come here..." he signaled for you to come closer with his hand. slowly, and hesitantly, you crawled to the entrance of the den, where he was waiting for you.

"you okay, bun?" simon mumbled, his hand gently holding your cheek. after a meek nod of your head, simon leaned in and kissed your forehead.

simon leaned away, and gently guided you back down into the den, following suite after you. once you were down in the nest, simon made sure to hold you tight against his chest.

"you know that I would never let anything happen to you. you know that, don't you, bunny?" the wolf murmured into your ear, his free hand slowly making it's way down your stomach.

"what can i do to calm you down, huh? you're still shaking." his hot breath hitting your ear. simon was being sneaky. before you even knew it, his calloused fingers, pinched your nub.

he chuckled at the squeal you let out. his fingers began to gently massage your little clit.

"i'll never let that happen again. okay?" his voice got more serious, and his touch harder. your legs kicked out at the increasing pressure on your sensitive clit.

his touch didn't relent. it only got more determined.

determined to distract you from the scary situation, you had to go through.

determined to make you feel good.

the feeling was foreign. his touch was so tough, just like him. but his words were so sweet. the pressure in your belly grew. your breathing got heavier. simon noticed. with a wicked smirk on his face, his movements got faster.

"give it to me. c'mon bunny... i know you want to." he so meanly teased.

it just suddenly hit you. your legs tensed up, and your breath hitched. luckily, simon decided to show you mercy. he helped you get down from your bliss, before pulling his hand from in between your sweet thighs. your juices coated his fingers. simon grinned at the sight.

the bunny was now completely limp in his arms, panting and exhausted. simon wiped his dirty fingers against the fur on your stomach. simon's hand grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him.

"go to sleep, bunny..." he murmured quietly, laying you against his side. his arms rested around you, in a protective hold. he couldn't even imagine how scary it must've been for you, being trapped down here, with no way out, while somebody was trying to crawl inside.

but just as he promised, simon would never let it happen again.

authors note: that poor bucket, alone in the cold forest :(

heart divider by @roseschoices

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[luvsupa]

JUST ONE HOUR!

tags: exhusband!toji x fem!reader, businessman toji (guys pls he’s rich in this </3), petnames, smut (p in v), unprotected, mentions of reader being a mother again, etc. mdni.

w.c: 1.4k

a/n: sawryy been kinda ia bc of uni </33

you step into the crowded venue alone, the air thick with chatter and the lively notes of a string quartet filling the beautifully decorated hall. everyone around you is dressed elegantly for your ex-husband’s extravagant charity event. you hadn’t wanted to show support for him, but after much convincing from your friends and children, you reluctantly gave in, promising yourself you’d only stay for an hour.

as you navigate through the crowds of familiar faces, many of your old friends greet you, their compliments on your long, black, sparkly dress feeling insincere. awkwardly making small talk, you realize how distant you’ve become from these people since your divorce from toji.

“how are your children, mrs. fushiguro?” a married woman asks, her arm linked tightly with her husband’s—who, as you know, is traveling abroad to cheat on her.

“i’d prefer if you didn’t call me fushiguro; we’re not married anymore, remember?” you respond, lifting your empty ring finger to emphasize your point. gasps of shock ripple through the group at your “rudeness.”

“oh, darling, I completely understand your desire to drop the fushiguro name. it’s not like you have the charm or elegance to carry it anyway,” another married woman chimes in, laughter erupting around you, igniting a fiery rage in your chest.

“honestly, if toji were with someone like me, I’d take care of his every need in ways you can only dream of. I know how to keep a man satisfied, which is clearly something you’re not equipped for,” a third woman interjects, pushing your anger to its peak. the background chatter fades away as your breathing becomes heavy and your vision narrows.

“well, it’s a shame you think you’re so special because, from what I hear, your husbands are cheating on you. I guess when you can’t satisfy them, they go looking elsewhere—”

before you can finish, toji strides in from behind you. his large hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his broad chest as he leans down to your ear. “easy, brat. I can’t let you go on with that mouth of yours,” he scolds, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you can’t help but hitch your breath at the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

the expressions of the married women shift, their eyes darting to their husbands, who stammer awkwardly at their words. you suppress a giggle as chaos erupts around you, arguments bubbling up as they turn on their partners. with everyone distracted, you push toji’s hand away from your waist and turn to scoff at him. but fuck, he looks good. his black, luxurious suit hugs his frame perfectly, the white button-up shirt undone just enough to reveal a hint of his toned chest. toji smirks, the scar on the corner of his lips rising as he notices how you scan him.

you push past the crowd, making your way up the large spiral staircase while exchanging polite greetings with those you pass. you can feel his eyes boring into your back—an almost burning sensation—as you glance over your shoulder to catch him in the sea of wealthy businessmen, sipping on champagne. your heart races when you see him flaunting the matching wedding ring you once shared, its brilliance shining in the bright venue.

hastily, you rush up the steps, opening door after door in search of an unoccupied washroom. frustration mounts with each locked door, but hope reignites when you spot double doors at the end of the hall. as if your prayers have been answered, the doors swing open to reveal the most beautiful room you’ve ever seen—a private lounge. your eyes sparkle as you take in the elegant decor, complete with a private kitchen and balcony.

your heels clack against the polished marble floor as you place your clutch on the large island table, relief washing over you as you settle into the quiet space, far removed from the pretentious crowd downstairs.

“trying to slip away? don’t pretend you’re not enjoying the chase; I know you’d miss me way too much,”

a low voice booms in the serene atmosphere, startling you. you turn to see toji standing there with his hands in his pockets, slowly striding toward you until he’s right in front of you, looking down at you with a smirk.

“you look so good, doll,” he says, his voice low as he leans against the island table, biting his lower lip as he admires your figure in the elegant dress.

and you really—really tried to resist him.

but it was impossible to think straight with the way he was pounding into you, hitting every perfect angle and reaching the deepest parts of your throbbing hole. your slick walls clenched around his thick shaft, making it all the more maddening. toji had you bent over the island table, your dress bunched up around your waist, leaving your bare ass exposed in the private lounge. your eyes rolled back as his relentless thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, his grip on your hips nearly bruising. the room filled with the sinful sounds of skin slapping and the broken melodies of your moans mingling with his low groans.

“my. . . pretty. . fuckin’. . wife.” toji growled, each word punctuated by a deep, punishing thrust that slammed into your sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure through your trembling body. his hand shot up, tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing your back to arch while he relentlessly pounded into you.

“t-toj’—” you stammered, your voice barely coherent between breathless moans, your body jerking with each rough thrust. “’s too m-much…” your words trailed off into high-pitched whines, your mind too hazy to form anything more than desperate pleas.

leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath igniting every nerve in your body. “you can take it, you’re a big girl,” he rasped, nibbling on your earlobe, his voice dripping with dominance. “look at you, babbling for me.”

the wet, obscene sound of your cunt squelching around him only fueled his pace, your moans intertwining with the sinful symphony as he continued driving into you without mercy, pulling more helpless words from your lips.

in a swift motion, toji hoisted your leg up, his grip firm and unrelenting, holding it in place as his hips snapped forward at a brutal, faster pace. the new angle sent shockwaves through you as his thick tip pressed deeper, practically rearranging your insides. the intense sensation made you crumble, barely able to hold yourself together as he drove you closer to the edge with every thrust.

“gonna make you a pretty mama again, mmm? all filled up.” toji rasped in your ear, his voice low and teasing as you sobbed loudly, tears spilling down your cheeks, nearly drooling at the thought of being filled to the brim. a smirk tugged at his lips when he felt you clench around him,

so fuckin’ nasty, he thought.

he snaked the hand on your neck down to your sensitive nub, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your leg began to shake.

“i can feel it—hahh— you in my tummy,” you whimpered, the realization igniting a rush of pleasure and desperation within you. toji lost it at your words, his breath hitching as he looked down, watching the outline of your stomach stretch against the fabric of your dress, the bulge unmistakably visible.

the sight drove him absolutely feral, a primal hunger surging through him. “hn, f-fuck, baby,” he whimpered, the words slipping from his lips as he struck even harder, each powerful stroke pushing you closer to your limits.

“mr. fushiguro, i-it’s time for your speech.”

your heart dropped at the sound of a female voice behind the doors, a stark reminder of the world waiting just outside. but toji—oh, toji—his primal instincts kicked in, and the thought of being interrupted only fuelling his desire to finish inside you. nothing would stop him from pleasing his baby.

“t-toj’… you— ngh— you have to go…” you squeaked, desperation lacing your voice as he harshly slapped your slick, throbbing cunt, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. your thighs sticky as cobwebs of your arousal clung to his fingers, causing you to tremble uncontrollably.

“upp we go,” a smirk spread across toji’s face as he stepped back, maintaining his cock snug against your gummy walls. with a firm grip, he lifted both of your legs, carrying you as he approached the doors leading to the balcony where the majority of the guests awaited his speech.

fuck.

“just a little longer, baby,” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “i want them all to know you belong to me.”

[owenstar]

𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 - 𝗰.𝘀 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬! ) 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 ( 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 ), 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘮. 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 2𝘬+ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 "𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, "𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺, "𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺," 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 1000 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵! 🤍

it was everything you could possibly imagine. the way your dress sparkled, the veil beautifully sheer, your blushing bridesmaids, the spectacular venue—everything was perfect. It was your dream wedding, the exact way you dreamed about it when you were a little girl.

you dreamed of marrying an amazing man. handsome, kind, a dreamer, a charmer, family-oriented, goofball, and easy on the eyes. that’s exactly what you did. tears dwelled in your eyes as you approached your groom standing at the altar. there he was, he was perfect. you watched how he wiped tears from his eyes. smiling ear to ear, that perfect smile. your father kissed your head as he placed your veil behind your salon styled hair. he shook your about to be husbands hand and walked off.

you stared at your future husband. those dashing blue eyes. you couldn’t believe they were set on you for the rest of your life. “do you christopher owen sturniolo, take her as your forever bride? to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

“i do.” chris weeped, grabbing on to your hands if they were his grasp onto life.

“do you take christopher owen sturniolo as your forever husband? o have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

“i do.” you smiled happily, trying not to streak your makeup with your tears.

“as the power vested in me, i do pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss your bride.”

immediately, chris wrapped his arm around your waist and placed his lips onto yours for a sweet kiss. the first one for the rest of your lives. you laid your hands onto his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumbs. you met those blue eyes. god those blue eyes. you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. happily ever after.

the after party was beautiful, glamorous, and most importantly. extremely memorable. family and friends danced all night as well as you and chris. there were some cheeky games played, one in particular was bypassed. the one where the groom takes his wife's panties from under the dress. your kinky friends bombarded you with pressure, “come on, get in the chair!” “yeah, girl, let him get under the hood!” your cheeks raced with pink hue from embarrassment. well, you saved yourself for marriage. so did chris.

there was casual make outs, heated groping sessions and maybe you did get a little tipsy at a party and allowed chris to suck on your tits like a hungry animal but that was all. you guys kept that promise to each other. until marriage.

the party died down after a couple of hours. chris was at a table with his brothers and close guy friends. “this is it, chris! you’re gonna know what a man feels like.” matt grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “yeah, dude, i can’t believe you waited twenty-four years for sex. that’s crazy.” nathan laughed. “literally, i lost my shit years ago.” nick chimed in.

chris smiled sheepishly and rolled his eyes. “alright alright, you horny fucks. quit bothering me. go home.” "hey, let me know how it goes!” matt yelled from across the ballroom as he walked out. “a man doesn’t kiss and tell!” chris yelled back.

you were with your bridesmaids, basically having the same conversation. they wished you goodbye as you and chris were the last ones to leave while the party workers stayed to clean.

“are you ready to go home, ms sturniolo?” christopher smiled and gave you his arm to latch onto you.

you rolled your eyes jokingly and accepted his hold. “yes, mr sturniolo.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

the drive to the hotel was … tense. if you put it in that way. chris tapped his fingers on the steering wheel non-stop. while you cracked your knuckles and stared out the window.

“babe, are you okay?” chris finally spoke, the silence breaking.

“yeah!” your voice cracked, the nervousness clearly noticed.

“if you’re thinking about the same thing i am, it’s okay. we don’t have too.” “we can spend the night here or even go home.” he reassured you, grabbing your hand to calm your nerves.

“no, no it’s not that. it’s just the fact that we’re actually going to do it you know? like it’s gonna be applicable. like, we can do it? we’re allowed?” you blabbed.

chris chuckled and glanced at you. “calm down, we have the rest of our lives. if you would like too, i am extremely down too. if you’re not sure, we can cuddle and order food.”

“can i think about it?” you pressed your lips in a thin line. looking up at him, scared to see his reaction. it was his wedding night too you know.

“of course.” he stopped at a red light. he kissed the top of your head and sat back in his chair.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

at the hotel, chris was undoing his tie and dialing the room service number. “ babe, they have a sweet bbq burger with curly fries! do you think they’re pepsi or coke people? if they’re coke, we’re taking the soaps.”

you were currently in the bathroom, pulling the bobby pins out your hair and removing your makeup. “i feel like you were going to take the soaps regardless, chris.” you giggled.

“do you wanna split the burger with a small pizza?” chris creeped around the corner of the doorway like a little kid.

you nodded your head yes as you wiped your eye makeup off.

chris smiled and walked back to the bed. you closed the door quietly and locked it. behind the door was a black dress bag. you unzipped it. it was a lacy, white wedding styled lingerie dress. you bought this a couple weeks before the wedding. you didn’t anticipate this amount of nervousness though.

you slipped out of your after-party dress and stockings. quietly putting on the white outfit. you looked beautiful, pure, absolutely stunning. sexy, might i add myself. ( a/n ;D )

“chris?” you looked over the doorway. chris was on the phone, reading the menu. “great, thank you!”

“baby, the food is gonna be here in an hour. crazy but i guess it’s better than fighting over a beef burger like nick did. that was extremely funny.” chris laughed while he took off his suit jacket, he was left in his white button up and dress pants.

“chrissy?” you hummed gently, coming out from the restroom. standing with your hands behind your back.

chris looked up and saw you. his pupils dilated, black almost covering the gorgeous blue. “hey, wow. oh wow.” he walked over to you, admiring how the dress fit on you. it was loose and ended right above your panty line.

“you look amazing.” he stared gawky at your nipples peeking through the silk.

“i’m ready. are you?” you sang, walking closer to him, making him sit on the bed, you crawled onto his lap. the sweetness in your voice made his pants tighter.

you placed your lips on his, running your hands in his long hair. his hands immediately grabbing your ass.

“fuck, there’s no way you’re mine.” chris breathed heavily, his lips slightly parted.

“until death to us part.” you smiled and kissed him once more, a sweet kiss that got heavier and deeper. chris bit your bottom lip softly so he could slip his tongue in.

you adjusted yourself a bit so you could sit on his crotch, his boner restrained in his tight dress pants. you pulled back from the kiss, your lips kissing down to his neck. leaving small love bites and dark marks.

chris groaned and licked his lips. moving your hips with his hands for some friction on his crotch. “ma’, you don’t know how long i’ve imagined this.”

you looked down at the dick print in his pants, palming it gently. “actually, i could.” you teased. unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his zipper.

his dick moved a little, you pulled down the black boxers and watched how it almost hit his stomach. you gasped, you had never seen him like this. “you’re so big,” you whispered. you wrapped your soft hand around it, moving it slowly,

“fuck.” chris whispered under his breath. he watched as you were mesmerized with his cock. the first one in your hand was his and will only be his.

he lifted your head up with his hands, he kissed you again as you continued pumping his cock. glistening with pre-cum.

“baby, give me a second. i-i don’t want to cum yet,” he whined under your touch. you stood up and stared straight into his eyes. slipping the sheer dress off. you were standing in front of him, all in your glory. bare. the only things that covered you were confidence and complete arousal.

chris immediately pulled off his pants and boxers. he fiddled with his the first button on his shirt. “fuck, fuck.” “you’re gorgeous.” “holy fuck.” you smiled gently, coming up to him and unbuttoning his shirt and you connect your lips together. he pulled the shirt back and dropped it on the floor. immediately, laying onto the soft bed. the bed frame made a noise from both of your weight.

you sat on his lap, his body against the mattress. giving a perfect view of your tits. chris looked so innocent. his eyes like a puppy. he prompted himself up and sucked on your nipple. you ran your hand through his hair; weirdly, you felt so confident. you liked how chris looked at you so submissively.

he sucked on your nipple lovingly, whining when you pulled back. “you like my tits baby?” “yes ma.” he whined, his cheeks pink. “do you really want to be my first chrissy?” you tangled his brown hair, he looked fucked out from nothing yet. “yes, please!”

“show me.” you were aroused by your own words. your cunt dripped as you had chris around your finger. he’d latch onto your words like a fucking puppy. “go ahead. fuck me.”

you climbed off him as he climbed over you. you spread your legs, pushing them against the mattress. chris watched your exposed pussy. it glistened with your own arousal. his mouth watered. he lowered himself down, grabbing your inner thighs and kissed them. getting closer to your cunt. “chrissy.” you hummed, pulling on his hair.

chris kissed your pussy. licking your sensitive area in circles. his lips covered in your wetness. “chris!” you moaned, extremely new to the feeling.

kissing and slurping on your clit. his nose rubbed the top a bit. your legs closed due to the pleasure, almost trapping his head in between yourself. “baby,” you moaned, gripping onto his hair, “chrissy, it’s so good!“

“chris, chris, chris!” you moaned. god, having your pussy ate for the first time felt fucking ethereal. you were a mess. you couldn’t shut the fuck up. you babbled countless “fuck”s and seethed his name as you felt your orgasm approach. this didn’t feel like anything compared to your fingers or vibrator.

chris didn’t stop, he seemed like he was entranced in your pussy. slurping like a starving animal. feigning for your orgasm to cover his face.

“chris baby, it’s so good. im gonna fucking-! chris!” you moaned, feeling the orgasm run you over like a fucking truck. your pussy clenched around nothing — yet. your cum drowning chris’s face. he smacked and sucked all over your pretty pink clit.

“baby~” you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed all of him. now.

chris came up, his lips covered in your cum. he licked his lips and kissed you hungrily. “mama, i need you right now. it hurts so bad,” he whimpered in your ear, his cock in hand. his tip puckered pre-cum, desperately needing to be instead your dripping cunt.

“go, go, baby.” “right now, i need it now,” you breathed out. god, chris looked so god damn hot. his neck covered in small hickeys and faint red lipstick kisses. his lips were pink, almost a swollen color, as his hair was a mess. brown locks covering his forehead and those eyes. those beautiful blue eyes.

he kneeled and aligned himself with your pussy. ‘baby, do you think you’ll need my fingers?” chris questioned. “no, i need you.” you whined, your pussy clenched around nothing again.

chris nodded his head and thrust extremely, painfully, and slowly. only his tip is going in. the stretch opened you painfully. “chris!” “i know, mama, i know. give it a second.” he kissed your pink lips and went in a little more. “honey~” you whined, grabbing onto the back of his neck. it felt so good, but it hurt like a bitch. luckily, you were extremely wet, so the natural lube welcomed chris easily.

“can i move?” chris whispered, inches from your face. your eyes were pressed together, a small tear ran down your cheek. “yes, please.”

chris thrusted in slowly, your pussy sucked him in. it felt amazing, “m-mama’s” chris moaned, feeling how your pussy felt. sopping and tight. his first time with his beautiful girl. he couldn’t feel anymore safe.

chris thrusted slowly, catching a rhythm. moaning gently in your ear. “s-so good, mama. i-it’s so good.” you held onto his hair. wrapping your legs around him. your nipples hardened, your stomach tightened. the delicious feeling of his large cock pumping inside you. you'd bite your lip in euphoric pleasure. god, you couldn't get enough. "fuck baby, j-just like that."

the familiar feeling coming up again, your back arched from the bed. your hand let go of his hair and went down to your clit. chris’s cock penetrating that sweet spot inside of you. he'd plant wet, sloppy kisses on your chest and tits. god, he loved them so much. “chris! i-im gonna!” you moaned. the bed frame hitting the wall. you felt sorry for your neighbors, well. it was your wedding night, anyways.

chris bit his lip, suppressing his moans. “no, no baby. i wanna hear you cum.” you noticed. chris whimpered in your ear. “im gonna cum baby. it’s so close.” his stomach was in knots as his load was building.

“cum in me baby. i trust you.” you smiled gently; the pleasure and the sweetness, the vulnerability made your eyes water. chris pumped sloppily as you rubbed your clit faster. “fuck!” chris moaned, painting your insides with his white load. your release came right after. you pussy clenched around him. your second orgasm feeling more intense than your first.

chris laid on top of you, kissing your chest and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "i love you so much mama."

letting yourself catch your breath, you play with his hair. "i love you so much more." chris looked up, planting a sweet gentle kiss on your lips.

"you wanna go again?" he asked, his eyes full of love.

"we gotta do something before the food gets here."

 🏷 : --

[mirathescientist]

pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

pt.2 wit the pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

[navybrat817]

More Than Worthy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to make you his wife.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, happy tears, established relationship, feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Inspired by this ask here, more of our beautiful Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was an ordinary day when Bucky decided to propose to you.

He returned from a mission the day before and you welcomed him home with a smile on your face and open arms. It felt like he had been away for ages when in reality it was only a few days. It didn’t take long for him to drag you to bed so he could properly celebrate making it home to you, a mixture of pent-up energy and the need to feel you around him. Your moans of pleasure were a sound he missed while he was away, and you cried out his name so beautifully when you came. It didn’t take him long to fall over the edge with you, forever going wherever you were.

Bucky paid no attention to the time when he woke up, the sun shining through the curtains and casting a beautiful glow over your sleeping form. He took a moment to study you, the curves of your body as you faced him, the way your mouth parted slightly as you breathed. Brushing a finger along your cheek, he smiled when you scooted closer to him. He also felt a sense of pride from wearing you out the night before.

And outside forces be damned, nothing was getting him out of bed today.

You stirred once he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm tighter around you. It took a moment for your eyes to focus before you whispered, “Morning.”

He exhaled, his heart beating faster when you smiled a sleepy tender smile. It amazed him how he fell more in love with you every day, but you made it so easy. The love you had was raw, pure, and real, a deep and lasting connection built from trust and respect, understanding and compassion. It endured and grew, going beyond the physical attraction he’d always have for you. You saw each other for who you were and valued each other fully. No matter the trials and tribulations you’d face, you’d do it together while your love endured and grew.

It was your love he thought of when he took your hand in his and gently whispered back, “Marry me.”

He heard your heart accelerate when you lifted your head. “What?” you asked, your voice still laced with sleep. Your eyes were wide open though and you wanted to be sure you heard him correctly.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Not releasing your hand, he leaned over to open the nightstand drawer and took out a box. “You told me to ask you when you weren’t expecting it and when the time was right,” he explained, facing you again. “It’s time.”

Because he didn’t want to go another day without you being his wife.

You gasped and covered your mouth when he opened the box, tears springing to your eyes that sparkled almost as bright as the diamond in the ring. “Oh, my god…”

He helped you sit up, both of you on your knees on the bed. For a split second he thought his eyes would mist over, but he kept it together. “After everything I went through, I wasn't sure if I was capable of allowing myself to be loved. I just… Part of me felt so broken and unworthy.” He took a breath, not wanting to fuck this up. It already wasn’t perfect since there weren’t flowers or a romantic dinner, but this came straight from his heart and that was enough. “But then you came along and changed my life.”

You let out a happy laugh as a tear fell, which he quickly wiped away. “I did?”

“You did, and you know it,” he smiled back. Meeting you gave him a second chance and you changed everything for the better. “You showed me that not only was I not broken but I was more than worthy of being loved.”

“You are worthy of so much love, Bucky Barnes,” you smiled.

“So are you, baby. I love you so much, and I’m a better man because of you,” he swore, taking the ring out of the box as his heart continued to pound. Simple, beautiful, eternal. “So, will you marry me? Be my wife and my partner and continue to fight by my side in life and love?”

Bucky held his breath as he waited for your answer. He wanted to give you the kind of life and love you were worthy of. He wanted to protect and stand by you, and he didn’t want to imagine life without you.

Pressing your forehead to his, you breathed the simple most beautiful word against his lips. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he asked, his next breath shaky. Was the universe messing with him again? Was something going to drag him back to hell when he had heaven right in front of him?

“Yes!” you smiled. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He pulled back to look at you closely, seeing nothing but love in your pretty eyes. “Are you sure? Because-”

“Mr. Barnes, put that ring on my finger so I can really call myself the future Mrs. Barnes,” you demanded, putting your hand in his face. “Please,” you added hastily.

His nose scrunched as his laughter filled the room. “Yes, future Mrs. Barnes,” he repeated. Slipping the ring on your finger, he placed a tender kiss over it. The perfect fit. “Thank you, baby,” he exhaled.

It was the only warning you got before he put you on your back and covered his lips with yours. He wanted to shout to everyone that you were going to be his wife, but he happily settled for saying “I love you” into your mouth. You breathed the words right back to him. And since he hadn’t planned to leave the bed anyway, he made love to you, your fingers laced together, the engagement ring pressing into his skin and reminding him that he wasn’t alone. That he had a future to look forward to.

He was home, holding you close, deep inside you, right where he belonged.

And he was more than worthy of love.

I love them, what can I say? ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[esote-rika]

the memory of your lips | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: Flangst. Summary: At the end of a great date, you have to deal with the realities of dating a BAU agent. Content: Mentions of alcohol, reader is tipsy and flirty and LOVESICK, Spencer is a gentleman, kisses, no use of y/n, reader is called angel. I had s3 or 4 Spencer in mind when I was writing, but it works for any season.  Word count: 1.4k A/N: Here’s the fic for the Lovesick by Laufey (listen to it right here, PLEASE I BEG!!!) poll I did a while back. I know I originally planned for it to have smut, but I opted out because it didn’t feel right with the tone??? Anyways, this was just really fun to write, and I hope you enjoy! 

Three dates are an embarrassingly short amount of time to have fallen in love with someone, but in your defense, you have not encountered anyone quite like Spencer Reid in all your years of dating. 

Never have you met a man so intensely focused and attentive, so intelligent without any hint of pretense. His arrogance is founded, but he never used his genius to make you feel less; instead, he’s committed everything you’ve told him to memory, from your favorite book to the throwaway comment you made about liking a specific shade of lipstick. Two dates and he’s already memorized you like a poem. It’s exhilarating. 

This third date had been the one to seal the deal. 

Sure, the anxiety is still there, and it might have caused you to have one too many glasses of wine over dinner, but still. Everything had gone so beautifully. A stroll around the art gallery where Spencer had eagerly shared the history behind the paintings. When you’d paused at a particular hallway, he stood right by a window and was hit just so by the golden afternoon sun that his eyes turned to the color of moss, you could have sworn you’ve forgotten the ability to breathe. You’re convinced you were the walking equivalent to the heart eyes emoji at that point, staring up at him with a starry gaze, all throughout the following dinner at an intimate restaurant, where you allowed yourself to indulge in some wine. 

Not that you needed it. At that point, you felt so relaxed and at ease with him that you were afraid you might float away. The alcohol only served to heighten the giddiness, casting the world in soft hues of sparkling gold. Like Spencer’s eyes. Which reminds you��

“You’ve the prettiest eyes,” You’re giggling as he walks you to your door, a lean arm firmly wrapped around your waist  to steady you. Head angled up, all of your attention is on him while you walk up the stairs, which isn’t helping your stumbling gait in the slightest. 

Despite his attempts to fight it, a small smile pulls at his lips. He’s obviously trying to seem stern, but his eyes look upon you with fondness. “I should have cut you off sooner.”

“Mhm, no, I wouldn’t have let you.”

“You’re gonna feel this tomorrow,” he warns as he stops at your doorstep, “Keys.”

You fumble through your purse, quickly locating them and pressing the keys into his palm. He slots it easily into the lock, and turns. 

He hesitates. Your hands shake as you wait.

“Can I trust you to make it to your bed in one piece?” he murmurs, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Probably not. You might need to help me out,” you whisper, even though you’re not really that drunk. It’s a (very thinly veiled) attempt to get him inside your apartment, in your bed. You’re not sure where you got the confidence.

But it’s Spencer, the sweet man who frequents the same bookshop in which you also spend a lot of time. The same man who’d been so shy about making a move that he decided to buy you a book and slip his number into the pages. 

So there’s no pressure, he had scrawled in messy, rushed letters. Embarrassingly, the note is in your wallet, kept as a memento.

It’s him, and the entire date has been a series of signs that simply validated the small (massive) crush you’ve had on him. You don’t want it to end yet. Or ever, really. If he’d let you keep him forever. 

Ever the gentleman, he nods and guides you inside. You stumble onto your couch with a low groan, an arm flung over your eyes as the harsh overhead light flickers open. Quick, shuffling footsteps, and then the couch dips beside you.

“Here, have some water.”

You accept the glass with a lopsided smile. The way his eyes linger on you would be enough to make you melt when you’re sober, but right now, with alcohol coursing through your veins, it’s downright cruel. “Your eyes are so pretty.”

“You’ve mentioned that already,” he says, urging you to drink, “Thank you. You have very beautiful eyes too.”

Once the glass is empty, he sets it on your coffee table and kneels down. With gentle hands, he eases the heels off of your feet, fingers pressing into the ankles carefully. 

“Come on,” he helps you to your feet, and you all but become deadweight in his arms as he walks with you to your bedroom. 

Spurned mainly by alcohol, you lift yourself to your tiptoes for a kiss. His surprise makes him pause, but he kisses you back gently, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. It makes you sigh, this tender way he likes to kiss, cradling your face as though it’s the most important thing he’s ever held. When your tongue sweeps across his lower lip, he pulls back.

“What—”

“You’re drunk,” his lips move to your forehead, “You need to sleep.”

“But Spence…” it’s childish to whine when he denies you, but it’s the only thing your dejected, alcohol-addled brain is capable of doing.

He chuckles, slowly walking you backwards onto your bed. “No, angel, it wouldn’t sit right with me.”

“I’m giving you all my consent right now.” you pout as he hands you a disposable towel from your bedside table. With a huff, you set on wiping away your makeup as he rummages through your drawers for pajamas. He finds some shorts and an old tshirt, and helps you out of your dress, shaking his head as you try (and fail) to seduce him into sleeping with you.

“Shouldn’t have had that last glass if this was how you wanted the night to end.” he says,  a teasing smile on his lips.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

He kisses your temple as a response, and gently pushes you to lay down. Chuckling, he sits on the edge of your bed, a hand on your knee. “I just don’t want you to be inebriated if we’re going to be physically intimate. Especially not the first time.”

You pout, “Boo, you’re too sweet for your own good.” It earns you a laugh from him, and it’s enough to wipe the pout off your lips, “Will you at least sleep over?”

He seems to consider it, running his hand up and down your thigh. However, it is as though the universe is conspiring against you, and his phone rings. You watch as his brows furrowed in concern as he checks whatever message he’s received. “I have to go in, we have a case.”

Your heart drops. The pout returns, “It’s Friday night.”

“I know, angel.” he leans forward and kisses your forehead again, almost in apology, “I’m sorry, I did tell you I don’t work traditional hours.”

Your hands close around his shirt and you pull him down. He surrenders to your eagerness this time, kissing you deeply, hands tangled in your hair, before he stops, breathing ragged. “I’ll make it up to you when I return, I promise.” he kisses you again, languidly, savoring the last few moments before he has to leave. 

You don’t have his eidetic memory, but you memorize the feeling of his lips all the same. “Stay safe,” you whisper when he finally pulls back, feeling oddly sobered up now that the reality of him leaving you is more present, “Text me when you can.”

“I will, angel.” he gives you one last kiss on your forehead before he stands up, “Drink lots of water tomorrow, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

You nod, and stare at his retreating back with a sad smile, blinking away the tears when you hear your apartment door click into place, signaling his departure. You try to tell yourself you’re being silly. It’s been three dates and you’re already acting so clingy. You chalk it up to the alcohol, twisting your feelings. Earlier, it had made the world seem effervescent, but now that he’s left, it only exacerbates your loneliness.

Is this how it’s going to be when you date him? He’d laid it out quite clearly during your conversations, that sometimes they get pressing cases that require them to drop everything else.  You aren’t sure you’re prepared to have dates be interrupted with one phone call. Morning afters without him beside you. With a sigh, you sink into bed, eyes closed, and only the memory of his lips to tide you through the night.

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !! — Sylus. fem&afab reader, he fingers u good morning, banter, lovesick Sylus ♡

Thinking thoughts rn about waking up on the first morning of the new year to Sylus’s kisses on your face and his hand on your inner thigh with his fingers trailing higher and higher with each second. The way he hums when he feels you stir awake, the way he grins into your lips when you kiss back against him, still sleepy but so willing to return his affection.

“Let’s start the new year with a bang, shall we?” He asks, crimson eyes sparkling with coyness— and you laugh, because you’re too sleepy to tell if that was a pun, an innuendo, both, or something in between. You just know that goodness, you love him so much.

And Sylus huffs, because he wasn’t expecting you to be laughing at him when you should be gasping his name. His hand slipping under your sleep shorts remedies that, however, and soon your laughter dissolves into a soft gasp of arousal when his broad hand cups your pussy, roughened fingers stroking your folds through the fabric of your cotton panties.

Sylus groans alongside you, feeling the way you respond to him so beautifully— your pussy knows who’s taking care of her, and she’s already growing wet under his simple touch.

“You laugh, but you’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs, hot breath brushing across your lips. “Do you want me to do something about it, baby? Hm?”

A whine is pulled from your throat when he pushes more insistently against your panties, stroking you just a touch rougher now, teasing your little cunt. “Yes,” you mewl, voice still rough from the haze of sleep. “Sylus, don’t fucking tease—”

“Manners,” he scolds, though he grins. His other hand lightly taps your thigh. “Is that any way to say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’?”

You scowl up at him, displeased at being treated like a little kitten who’s merely showing her claws, though the haze of pleasure that clouds your eyes dulls the edge of it. “Please fuck me, before I shoot you again. Thank you.”

And the bastard laughs, the sound sending shivers up your spine.

“Yeah, alright. Wouldn’t want to start the year with that kind of bang,” Sylus concedes, because he always concedes when it comes to you. His fingers tug the seat of your panties aside as they finally delve into the soft slickness of your pussy, two fingers dipping into your cunt, and you whine. He grins, seeing how your eyes flutter shut and your body shudders.

“Just relax,” he murmurs to you, over the sound of you whimpering his name as his fingers push deeper, up to his knuckles now, and the way your hand darts to his wrist, pulling him close, begging for more. “Just lay there and look pretty, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Full on nasty smut soon I swear let me just get motivated enough to finish it lol

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[aeyumicore]

the sixth of march - rafayel birthday special

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: rafayel x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 5.09k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, semi-public bathroom sex, switch!raf, whiny!raf, semi-public sex, mirror sex, oral sex m!receiving, face/throat fucking, standing sex, hitting it from the back, creampies, cum swallowing, cum in panties, birthday sex, leaking cum in public, please let me know if i missed anything!

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3

━ ✧.˖ A/N: it’s our little fishy’s birthday! happy birthday rafayel! <3 short lil (lol 5k words short) smut for our precious raf’s birthday. idk why i always end up having raf x y/n sex be in the bathroom its purely coincidental LOL

please note that this is NOT based on his birthday event story OR the birthday event card. It might be somewhat similar but i wrote it entirely separately. If there’s any resemblance its purely coincidental, so don’t expect this fic to be accurate to the event!

as always pls enjoy :) also come interact with me on twit @/aeyumicore

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

"Bruschetta, miss?”

Your head snaps to the politely smiling waiter in front of you, holding a tray of the most delicious glistening bread bites, topped with vibrant red cherry tomatoes and fresh green basil. 

"No, thank you,” you decline politely, having had your fill of the endless lavish hors d'oeuvres at the birthday party you’d put together for Rafayel. Instead, you let your eyes wander back to the highly in-demand purple haired birthday boy across the sea of random people you didn't know, and honestly you weren’t sure Rafayel knew them either.

You’d originally wanted something quaint and intimate for Rafayel’s 25th birthday, but thanks to Thomas it’d turned into a huge elaborate party with business partners, sponsors, and just so many important industry contacts. The guest list spun out of control so fast, until it became a full blown business event.

Honestly, you felt so terrible. You knew this is not what Rafayel wanted for his birthday, but he was being an incredibly good sport about it, making polite conversation with every single person that approached him. Which was extremely unlike him, and that scared you even more. Besides the brief embrace you’d shared when he’d arrived, you hadn't had the chance to spend any time with him tonight.

So, like you had the rest of the night, you stared at him from across the ballroom floor, admiring him from afar. He was so unfairly dashing in his white jacket adorned with a gold leafed lapel chain that matched the stars and moon that hung off his golden waist chain. His black tie hung loosely against his hard chest, contrasting beautifully against the shining white pearls on his lapel. 

He’d picked out and gifted you a matching dress for you to wear, and had a driver deliver it to you this morning. It was nothing short of art itself, an extravagant golden a-line tulle evening gown with an expensive sequin and pearl applique that mirrored the starry night sky. The strapless sweetheart neckline pushed your cleavage up as the high slit exposed your bare legs, leaving you feeling beautiful and confident, something Rafayel always knew how to do.

Rafayel looks up from the undoubtedly very rich and important man he’d been talking to, and catches your stare from across the room. His lips don’t quirk, still caught in his conversation, but his eyes sparkle as they drink you in, the corners crinkling in their own little smile. 

You grin back at him, raising the glass of champagne you’d been holding onto for the entire night, and taking a languid gulp. As you lower the glass, you purposely let a droplet drip down your chin, using your index finger to catch it and bringing it up to your tongue to lick it off.

Even from yards away, you can see Rafayel’s eyes darken and his neck bob with a gulp. You watch as he falters in his words, trying to steel himself back into his conversation. Chuckling to yourself, you turn away from him to give a brief reprieve of your teasing.

The champagne lights your face ablaze, so you decide to run to the bathroom to touch up before your makeup starts melting off. You weave through the hordes of elegantly dressed guests, slightly in shock of how many people showed up to celebrate Rafayel. Or at least showed up to get in his good graces. 

The banquet hall you’d booked was expensive and intricate, and the bathrooms were no different. As you slipped into the single unisex washroom you barely noticed as Rafayel slipped in behind you before you could let the door shut fully. 

You yelped in surprise as he followed you into the single stall bathroom, but the alarm dissipated when you realized it was him and not some random stranger. 

"Rafayel!” You reprimanded, pushing the door shut behind him so as to make sure no prying eyes caught the two of you, "What are you doing?!”

Rafayel doesn’t respond, instead capturing you in his embrace, his hands settling around the small of your back as he pulls you tightly into his hard body. 

"You shouldn’t tease me all night, it’s not very nice,” he hums, playing with a curled lock of hair against your cheek.

You feign innocence, eyes widening and head cocking to the side, "What am I doing?”

Rafayel pouts, his cheeks rosy under the fluorescent bathroom lights, "It’s my birthday, you should be nicer to me.” He tucks the strand of hair he’d been playing with behind your ear.

"I haven’t gotten to see you, all night,” he sulks, his voice tinged with a sharp whine.

You can’t help but giggle at his childish behavior and tease him a bit, "But you were looking at me just earlier!”

He grumbles, thoroughly unamused, "You know that’s not what I mean.”

You sigh and let yourself melt into his hold, your arms wrapping around him in return, "I know, I'm sorry Raf. This was supposed to be small, just you, me, and some friends. It got out of control so fast.”

He continues with his pouty tirade. "It’s my birthday,” he whines, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, "And I don’t even get to enjoy the only thing I want.”

He pulls away so he can admire you again, this time right before his hungry and waiting eyes like he should’ve been able to. His gaze devours every inch of you, from the exposed and flushed skin to the way the dress hugs your figure in all the right ways.

"I miss you,” he complains, eyes still drinking you in and hands tight against your waist.

"M’sorry Raf,” you murmur, dusting his purple locks away from his eyes, "I missed you too.” 

He sighs dramatically, "I don’t want to talk to any more of those old farts. Especially when you look like this right across the room.”

"It’s a beautiful dress. I didn’t have the opportunity to thank you for it yet,” you mumble bashfully, suddenly nervous under his scrutinizing stare.

"I knew you would look exquisite in it,” he grumbles, "But I thought I would be able to spend my night admiring it on you. And off you.”

And though you can tell Rafayel is half joking, you can’t help but feel bad that you’re partly to blame for him having to spend his birthday like this, with people who wanted his attention for their own personal selfish reasons.

"I’m sorry babe, it’ll be over soon. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

Sighing deeply and theatrically again, "How will you make it up to me? I only get one birthday a year, you know?”

You get a mischievous and filthy idea. Your hands travel from his back to his abdomen, pushing slightly to create space between your bodies. He eyes you curiously, but lets you continue. As your hands travel further south, undoing the intricate latch of his expensive belt, his eyes widen.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!”

As you get down onto your knees, pulling his pants down with you in your descent, you look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them earnestly, "My birthday boy is unhappy, and we can’t have that can we?” Though the bathroom is spotless, the tiled floor likely cleaner than your own bathroom, you’re careful to bunch the beautiful gown up and hold it above your calves, as best as you can.

"I can just give you one of your birthday gifts right now,” you murmur, "But you’ll have to wait until we’re home to unwrap the rest.”

Rafayel only gulps in response, his cheeks and earlobes slowly turning crimson as he’s left standing in just his briefs. Mesmerized, you watch as his erection lifts against the restraint of his underwear, grasping the base with your fingers and reveling in the way he whimpers into the brisk bathroom air.

You rest your lips against the tent in his briefs, licking at his length against the clothing. He hisses, hands finding purchase in the sink behind him to ground himself against your teasing licks. You keep your eyes glued to his, batting your eyelashes as you take his cock out. As the cold clean air of the bathroom hits him, he sucks in another sharp breath, gripping the sink almost painfully.

Rafayel has to remind himself how to breathe as he watches your beautiful eyes widen as you lick at the copious amounts of pre cum dripping down his length and onto his briefs. 

"H-holy shit,” he wheezes out, throwing his head back as your tongue skillfully maneuvers over his glistening bulbous head, the skin pink and angry, demanding attention. You take him fully into your mouth, moaning at the taste of his slick filling your senses. Rafayel whines and twitches at the vibrations of your mouth, trying desperately to keep from busting his load into your mouth right there.

You tease him dutifully, only letting his cock enter your mouth, not taking him into your throat just yet. A mess of whimpers and moans, Rafayel holds himself back from forcing his length down into your warm and waiting throat, like you’d let him so many times before. The sight of you, all done up in the beautiful golden gown he’d personally picked for you, on your knees for him, drove him insane, but he wanted to be a good boy for you.

"Baby,” he whimpers, beautiful sobs breaking out from his mouth, "You feel so g-good.”

Your mouth bobs up and down earnestly at his praises, and he’s being so good for you you want to reward him. But your hands are busy holding up your dress from falling to the bathroom floor which makes it difficult for you to service his entire impressive length. So instead, you use one hand to bring each of his palms into your curled hair. Luckily you’d worn your hair down in tousled waves so you were able to easily thread his fingers into them, urging him to grip onto you.

You hold his hand there until he gets the message of what you’re asking him to do, or rather giving him permission to do, and he hardens further with excitement. His fingers tighten at your scalp as he begins to fuck into your mouth, eyes rolling back at the feel of your thick lips against the veins of his cock.

"Hah – you’re so good to me,” he pants, pelvis fervently hitting your mouth as you do your best to relax your throat and take him as deeply as possible. He continues to babble, "F-fuck feels so good baby, I-I can’t stop.” He handles you roughly, hands tight and pace unrelenting, but you absolutely love when he’s this demanding with you.

You moan at his words, feeling yourself dampen in your panties, trying to let the vibrations hit him when he’s as deep as possible. You use your tongue to stroke the vein on the underside of his shaft, wanting to see your birthday boy come undone just for you. He bucks excitedly into your mouth, absolutely lost in the way your mouth attempts to accommodate every inch of him. 

"You take me so fucking well,” he whines, still fucking vigorously into your mouth, "Your mouth was made for me to fuck, my perfect girl.”

Rafayel’s vision blacks as you gulp around him, your throat constricting impossibly tight against his cock. The sounds of your guttural choking drive him to the edge, and when he looks down to see tears running down your gorgeous face and drool trailing down your chin, his erection lurches with the need to release deep down your throat. 

"M’gonna cum baby,” he warns, "You can take it all right? You can, you will.” 

You hum in response, and the vibrations send him over the edge. With his hands intertwined in your hair, Rafayel lets out a strangled moan as he absolutely explodes into your waiting mouth. 

You do your best not to choke on the sheer amount of cum he releases, the sweet-salty taste blinding all your senses. You lick his cock diligently, working him through his climax, and savoring every last drop of his essence. 

He twitches with overstimulation inside your mouth, but still painfully hard. You release him and gasp for air, as stray rivulets of cum streak down your chin. Rafayel bends down to lift you up off your knees, mesmerized by the fucked out look on your face, even though he’d only ravished your mouth. 

"That was incredible, you are incredible. I wasn’t too rough was I?” He inspects your face carefully, wiping a tear off your cheek.

"You weren’t,” you reassured with a smile, turning to the mirror and sink behind him. 

"Is your birthday night slightly better now?” You tease, fixing your appearance in the mirror. You wash the spit and cum from your chin, and then dab carefully at the dark smudges of makeup smeared under your eyes.

"I want my other gift now,” Rafayel mumbles, coming up behind you and moving your dress to the side so that the slit parts and exposes the back of your thighs. 

"H-here?” You ask in disbelief, as if you didn’t just suck him off. But your risque streak had evaporated as fast as it had come, and now you quivered at the idea of having sex in this private, but still public, bathroom, with dozens of people outside likely looking for the artist himself. 

"Can I please?” He pouts, and you can see his begging eyes behind you in the mirror, "It’s still my birthday for another few hours.” His hands fiddle with your dress impatiently, but still waiting for your consent nonetheless. "And I was so good tonight, talking to those people all night when all I  wanted was to be with you.”

Your heart squeezes at his adorable pleas. You can’t deny the way the idea of Rafayel taking you in this shared public space has you leaking. The hungry longing in his eyes, masked by the adorable puppy eyes, makes you cave. You nod gently, and Rafayel’s instantly on his knees, burying himself under the tulle of your dress.

You can feel Rafayel pausing with his face close to your heat. "Raf?” You whisper, breathless with anticipation. 

"When did you buy these?” You realize he’s admiring your panties, part of a set you’d bought to surprise him for his birthday. You’d nearly forgotten you wore it under your dress, wanting him to unwrap you like a present after the party. 

"Happy birthday Rafayel,” you giggle weakly, his breath fanning over your cunt, making you squirm. The purple haired artist is speechless under you, staring at the intricate embroidered sea stars and shells that adorned the turquoise semi sheer mesh, making it look like you were naked save for the beautiful applique. 

"You’re telling me you were wearing this under the dress?” You can tell Rafayel was on the edge of going feral just by admiring the little knit shells against your most delicate region. You shivered thinking about how’d he’d act when he’d see the matching bra, hopefully later tonight. His words came out strained, as he tried his best to keep himself level. 

"It’s your birthday, and I wrapped myself up nicely for you,” you murmur, as you lean over the sink with your hands gripping the sides, waiting for him to finally do something. You almost want to step back and shove yourself into him, but you do your best to remain patient, letting him admire every inch of your lace clad cunt.

He swears, finally snapping out of his trance, "Fuck, I will take my time with you later. Right now I j-just need you.” You hiss as his fingers finally glaze over your no doubt glistening folds, the cold air nipping at your exposed and sensitive area. He pulls the intricate lace off of you, stuffing it into his pockets so as to not let them touch the floor.

You cry out when his lips find your dripping cunt, devouring you from behind. His strong fingers grip your ass, pulling your cheeks apart slightly to give him better access to his favorite dessert. Like you yourself had earlier, he moans at the taste and his vibrations resonate straight to your g spot. Your knees buckle at the pleasure, and you do your best to keep your moans muffled in case anyone was waiting outside the locked door.

Rafayel fucks you with his tongue languidly, his hand reaching between your legs to rub at your throbbing nub. Your eyes roll into your head, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, biting down to stop the scream from ripping out.

Rafayel is unhappy with your muffled cries of ecstasy, wanting to hear you in full. He stands to his full height, leaving you whimpering at the loss of his warmth against your dripping pussy. He stands, incredibly tall behind you, leaning into your ear.

"You know I hate it when you hide your noises from me,” he whispers, lining up his hardened length against your hole, bending you over the sink.

"I-I don’t want anyone to h-hear,” you stutter, grinding yourself onto his cock, wanting to be filled. 

Rafayel rubs himself against you, gathering your slick and lathering it all over, "Then I'll just have to force them out of you, huh?” With that slight threat, he sheathes himself fully into you, you practically scream into your hand, except this time Rafayel yanks your hand away, holding it behind your back firmly. Your scream echoes against the walls of the bathroom, and you pray no one is outside the door. Anyone within ten feet of the door would undoubtedly hear the lewd noises coming from inside the bathroom.

"Let me hear you,” he purrs against your ear, thrusting slowly into your gummy walls. But still, you bite your lip, the idea of someone hearing you both mortifying and incredibly hot. 

His thrusts are rough and demanding, making you bump into the cold surface of the sink. With Rafayel’s other hand he grabs your chin between his fingers and holds it up so that your eyes level with the mirror in front of you.

"Watch. Watch me fuck you baby,” his voice is so charismatic you can’t help but obey him. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, as you watch his face contort as he fucked into your womb. He smirks at you, hands leaving your face when he’s sure you won’t look away, to grip your waist. His large hands manhandled you so deliciously, using your body like a toy against his ravaging strokes. 

Watching Rafayel’s cocky smile as he forced you to keep contact with his eyes through the mirror quickly drove you closer and closer to your climax, the excitement of it all unbearable. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom, the sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass deafening. 

Rafayel ravages you with the intent to make you absolutely lose your mind. He wants you to moan so loudly that you can’t restrain your cries of pleasure, so that anyone outside could hear exactly what he was doing to you.

"That’s my – haah –fucking girl,” he moans, hand smacking against the ripples of your ass bouncing against him. You yelp at the contact, the pain mixing deliciously with the endless ecstasy. Your walls sucked him in repeatedly, squeezing every inch of his length, trying to milk him. "Taking me so so well. Hah – look at you, spoiling me for my birthday.”

His palm gently strikes your rear again, "I must be the luckiest damn man on this planet. In this galaxy.” He reaches to your front, rifling through all your layers of tulle to find your clit, rubbing the slick nub until tears leaked out of your eyes. 

"R-Raf, feels s-sooo good,” you slurred, leaning backwards so you could reach up for his hair as he gripped you from behind. Your bare back slotted tightly against his chest and your fingers gripped into his soft purple hair, tugging roughly. You laid your messy hair into his chest, and he rested his chin in the crook of your shoulder and neck, and the two of you made eye contact in the mirror. 

Rafayel always put your pleasure above anything else, focussing on making you feel good before he even thought about himself. But your ecstasy was his pleasure. And so as he watched your face contort, eyes practically all whites, tongue lolling out of your beautiful lips, tears running down your face, his cock throbbed wanting to fill you to the absolute brim.

He was suddenly filled with the urge, the need to breed you. His woman, who’d dressed up just for him, in a set that was undoubtedly picked just to drive him insane. His love, who he spent the whole night admiring from across the room, when all he wanted for his birthday was to be with you. His girl, his everything, who’d spent weeks planning a whole night for him, even if it didn’t turn out the way he’d have wanted. 

Well that wasn’t entirely true. It actually did turn out exactly the way he’d wanted, with you a wet whimpering mess for him, his cock stuffed inside you while you begged for more. This was in fact exactly how he wanted to spend every second of his birthday, inside you.

"You’re – hah – all mine,” he slurred, drunk off your pussy, his thrusts becoming sloppier with each stroke, "I’m gonna cum in you tonight, ‘kay?”

You nod eagerly, watching his feral expression in the mirror. His brows crinkled adorably, with his lip gripped tightly in his teeth. "You’re gonna – fuuck – walk around the rest of the night with my cum leaking out of you, okay baby?”

You clench at his filthy words, knowing he’s dead serious. Amidst the lust filled haze, you’re so fucked out that nothing sounds better than that. The idea of having to mingle with so many people while Rafayel’s claim to you literally drips down your legs is just enough to have you crying out for him, completely uninhibited.there was no doubt anyone even remotely near the bathroom would’ve heard the way you wailed and moaned for him.

You catch Rafayel’s satisfied smirk in the mirror as he takes you repeatedly from behind, eyes still glued to yours. The heat in his blue-purple orbs is palpable, almost threatening to devour you whole, and your grip tightens in his hair. You pull him impossibly closer, straining your neck painfully so you can turn and kiss him. 

He leans in so you don’t have to bend too far backward, taking your lips passionately into his, even at this awkward angle. You slide your tongue into his mouth, wanting to take the teeniest bit of control as his cock burrowed its way into your stomach, claiming every inch of your gummy walls. 

Rafayel moaned at the feeling of your sweet tongue flickering against his, letting you explore his mouth. He was happy to relinquish control, even if only slightly, especially if it meant he could watch the way your face contorted at every little movement he made. 

The mirror made things exponentially more erotic, the way he could see his girl blissed out in front of him, and admire every single angle and aspect of you taking him so beautifully. The way you could watch each other, watch the way your bodies made absolute art together. 

As your tongues danced, your cunt clenched in anticipation, wanting desperately to release all over him. 

"R-Raf,” you pant, "M’so close.” 

"M-me too love,” he ground into your ear, teeth gritting on the brink of pain, "Gonna paint your beautiful little pussy ‘kay?”

You nod vigorously, eyes shutting as you feel the orgasm creeping up on you and igniting every nerve ending on fire. You gasp as you feel Rafayel’s fingers gently grip your throat, squeezing just enough to have sparks ignite in your vision. 

"Watch,” he commanded forcefully, a rough demand you so rarely heard lacing his alluring musical voice, "Need you to watch when I pump you full of my seed, okay love?”

You force your eyes to stay open, watching the primal expression on his face as his thrusts go deeper, harder. He forces himself into brushing harshly into your g spot, his free hand returning to rub ruthless circles onto your soaked clit. 

You scream out when he touches you, every single point of contact an endless tsunami of pleasure. His eyes command yours, forcing you to watch every single thing he does to your body. 

"God you’re so fucking beautiful, and you’re gonna – hah – look even more beautiful with my baby inside you.”

Your eyes widen at his words, lust getting the better of your usually sound judgment as you clench uncontrollable around his throbbing cock. He hisses at the harsh squeeze.

"Such a greedy girl,” he huffs breathlessly into your earlobe, nibbling down gently, "You want to be a mommy that bad? You’re trying to – hah fuck –  squeeze it out of me?” 

His words push you tumbling into your body numbing orgasm. You’re unable to hold back the scream that wrenches from deep in your throat, Rafayel’s fingers still gripping forcefully. 

"Oh god, m’cumming Raf, cumming so hard,” you wail, body fluttering around him uncontrollably and knees going weak. Rafayel holds you steady so that you don’t crash into the floor as he continues to fuck into your body, so close to his own unraveling. He only grunts in response, losing himself in the tightness and warmth of your grip on him.

"Please, please, please!” You beg, wanting him to give you everything he has. You’re still in the thick of your orgasm and you wracked with the absolute need to feel him all over your insides. 

Rafayel whimpers into your ear, getting wrapped up in the way you beg for him, "Sh-shit Y/N, if you keep s-squeezing like that I'm gonna –” he cuts himself with a torrid curse as your orgasm causes you to crush him inside of you.

"Y-yes please. Raf please. I need you s’bad,” you cry as he stares at you in the mirror, refusing to let go of eye contact. You’re desperate to feel him release inside you while you’re still in the midst of your own climax.

"O-okay love, anything for my needy little princess,” he groans out, before unleashing the most unholiest of swears, erection faltering inside you and trembling as it unloads completely. 

Rafayel grips you for dear life as he cums inside you, his load hot, thick, and unrelenting. His hand is still at your throat as he whimpers into your ear, his breath hot and warm on your skin. You watch the euphoria on his face as he continues to rock into you, his copious release already leaking out, dripping down your thighs.

You reel, feeling faint and short of breath, as you come down from your high, still leaning back into Rafayel’s sturdy stature. His arms move to wrap securely around you, kissing the curve of your neck as his languid thrusts slow to a stop. 

"You’re the best birthday present ever,” he murmurs, burying his face into your neck and inhaling your pheromones, absolutely drunk off of you. He removes himself from the warmth of your cunt, and you whimper as your combined release comes rushing down your thighs, your poor pussy just unable to hold the sheer amount of release Rafayel had pumped into you.

You try your best to smooth your dress, grabbing some paper towels to wipe your thighs off. But Rafayel stops you, his fingers gentle but firm against your wrist.

"What are you doing?” He’s smirking at you, so much mischievous light in his eyes. He fishes your panties out of his pocket and hands them to you expectantly. 

"Put them back on,” he grins at you, looking absolutely and devilishly handsome despite having just ravaged you thoroughly. You on the other hand looked like a mess, like you’d undoubtedly just been fucked. 

You’re about to whine and complain, but you bite it back, wanting to please your birthday boy. Sighing, you lift your dress, slowly slipping the panties back on. You wince as the fabric dampens, pushing the release back into your sopping cunt.

"Let me see.” Rafayel is on his knees in between your legs again before you know it, widening the slit of your gown. He admires you for a good ten seconds, before kissing your inner thighs and rising back to his feet. 

"Are you satisfied?” You tease, trying to shake off the discomfort between your legs. 

"Hmm...I guess you’re a little forgiven…'' he feigns being deep in thought, scratching his chin with his fingers, "I expect many more presents when I take you home tonight.”

You lean up on your tiptoes, even in your heels Rafayel still towered over you, and brushed a gentle kiss to his lips. You giggle at the way even the softest kiss has his ears and cheeks turning deeply pink. "There will be many more presents for you waiting at home. Of the naked variety.”

You thoroughly enjoy the way Rafayel shys away from your eyes, the crimson on his face deepening. His excitement is evident by the way he has to readjust his dress pants, and he clears his throat trying to calm himself down. 

"You’re going to regret that at home, sweetheart,” he grumbles.

"Will I?” You can’t stop teasing him, your eyes glimmering with mischief as you whip around as gracefully as you can, slipping out of the bathroom and leaving him thoroughly frazzled behind you.

–

You spend the rest of the night trying to mingle with Rafayel’s guests, and trying your best to ignore the way Rafayel’s cosmic eyes track your every move. The way you feel like he can see right through your layers and layers of tulle, and see his milky white essence dripping slowly down your thighs. 

He grins at you from across the room, raising his glass of champagne at you as he throws himself animatedly into conversation with his guests, with much more enthusiasm and vigor than he had previously all night. 

And when he did take you home that night, he absolutely did make you regret teasing him on his very own birthday, in ways that had you unable to walk the next day. 

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drew helps actress!reader with a wardrobe malfunction

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based on this cute ask :)

The two of them were finishing up just off the red carpet, y/n smoothing out her dress and Drew fixing his hair. The crowd’s cheers and screams filled the air, an overall feeling of excitement burrowing itself in everybody’s fluttering stomach. Y/n gave herself one last lookover in the mirror, examining the way the metallic fabric hugged against her curves tightly, allowing it to sparkle with every movement. They shone a deep, almost purplish pink, complementing the deep navy of Drew’s suit beautifully. The bodice of her dress was a corset, the back laced tightly, her skin peeking through the lacing.

“We’re ready for you!” One of the event workers grinned at them, beckoning them onto the carpet. Y/n took a deep breath as her and Drew’s assistants left with excited waves, leaving just the two of them inches away from the red carpet and eyes of thousands of fans and photographers. 

“Let’s do this thing.” Drew teased, grabbing y/n’s hand as the two of them stepped out onto the carpet. Immediately, the air erupted into even louder cheers and excited screams, photographers flashes popping off at a blinding rate as the two of them moved into position. Drew’s arm snaked around her torso, brushing against a bit of exposed skin on her lower back before resting on her hip. The two of them posed, flashing perfectly practiced smiles. 

However, when y/n looked over at Drew, she felt flustered by his perfectly styled suit, slight scruff, and freshly trimmed hair. Unable to stop herself, y/n wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her wrists resting just behind the nape of his neck. As she raised onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss to his grinning lips, however, she felt a sharp snap on her back. With a yelp, she quickly lowered back onto her feet, her hand immediately darting back to discover that the laces of her corset had ripped, the strings hanging limply. Luckily, the zipper resting on the curve of her back was enough to keep the dress secured to her body, but the elegant back of it was ruined.

“What was that?” Drew said, quickly stepping in front of y/n to block her from the view of the fans and photographers. He scanned over her, swearing once he noticed the laces of her corset hanging between her fingers.

“Shit, what should I do?” Y/n whispered, her eyes darting over Drew’s shoulders to notice the confused expressions of the numerous fans who awaited them. After chewing his lip for only a moment, Drew quickly shrugged off his suit jacket. A couple fans hollered as Drew held it up for y/n to put it on. Y/n inhaled sharply, her nervous gaze catching Drew’s before she put the jacket on.

“Looks better on you than it did on me.” Drew grinned, pressing a kiss to y/n’s temple before moving to her side. His arm found itself on her waist again, the two of them slowly sinking back into the usual rhythm of things. Once the two of them completed their photos together, they each stepped apart to take their individual photos.

Y/n pulled at Drew’s blazer, allowing it to fall off her shoulder slightly as she posed for photos. Drew, taking his own photos, had a hard time focusing, his eyes constantly drifting over to y/n in his jacket. She looked beautiful in the dress before, of course, but there was something almost otherworldly about how stunning she looked wearing his jacket. 

“Y/n! A word, please?” An interview waved y/n over, an excited grin on her face. Y/n caught her eye, giving her a polite smile before walking over to talk.

“Hello, hello.” Y/n grinned, waving to a couple excited fans who stood by the barricade in front of them.

“Would you mind telling us a little about what you’re wearing? You came out with a stunning dress and now you’re wearing Drew Starkey’s suit jacket, care to tell us a little bit about this?” The interviewer asked. Y/n giggled a bit to herself, her fingers toying with the hem of Drew’s jacket.

“I am wearing Loewe, both the dress and Drew’s jacket,” Y/n laughed. “We, uh, had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction and Drew so kindly allowed me to wear his suit jacket.”

“Oh no! Well, regardless, the two of you look stunning, as per usual.” The interviewer said, gesturing along y/n’s outfit.

“Aww, thank you!” Y/n said bashfully. “I have to thank my wonderful stylists, they’re the one who get all this done… and Drew too, he’s the one who saved the look.”

[bratzkoo]

diet pepsi | seungcheol

Author: bratzkoo | beta read by: @spnyin Pairing: F1 driver! seungcheol x model ! reader Genre: fluff, smut Rating: NC-17 Word count: 8.7k Warnings/note: inspired by addison rae's diet pepsi. who here is a slut for seungcheol? 🙌 CAUSE I AM. sexual content. car sex, public sex, kitchen sex, just... they're horny. minors please for the love of God, I have a lot of sfw fics... read those not this.

summary: seungcheol just wants every excuse to have sex with his girlfriend, let him be.

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The screech of tires against asphalt filled the air as Seungcheol Choi crossed the finish line, clinching yet another pole position. The crowd's roar was deafening, but inside his helmet, Seungcheol heard only the pounding of his own heart and the steady rhythm of his breath. As he pulled into the pit lane, a sea of red-clad mechanics swarmed his car, their excitement palpable.

Climbing out of the cockpit, Seungcheol removed his helmet, revealing a shock of tousled dark hair and a face flushed with exertion and triumph. Cameras flashed from every direction, capturing the moment for millions of fans worldwide. Seungcheol's eyes, however, scanned the crowd for one face in particular.

There she was. Y/N stood at the edge of the paddock, her platinum blonde hair catching the sunlight, emerald eyes locked on him. To the world, she was just another beautiful face in the crowd, perhaps a fan or a pampered guest. But Seungcheol knew better. The slight quirk of her lips, the intensity of her gaze – these were for him alone.

As he made his way through the throng of reporters and well-wishers, Seungcheol maintained his media-trained smile, answering questions with practiced ease. "Yes, the car felt great out there. The team has done an amazing job." "No, I'm not thinking about the championship yet. We're taking it one race at a time." All the while, he was hyper-aware of Y/N's presence, like a magnetic pull on his senses.

Finally breaking free from the press, Seungcheol headed towards his private trailer. As he passed Y/N, their eyes met for a brief, electric moment. No words were exchanged, but the message was clear: Meet me later.

Inside the trailer, Seungcheol peeled off his racing suit, the cool air a relief against his skin. As he stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat and tension of the race, his mind wandered to Y/N. A year together, and still, every moment felt as thrilling as the first.

He remembered their first meeting, at a charity gala nearly fourteen months ago. Y/N had been the face of the event, her billboard-sized image greeting guests as they arrived. In person, she had been even more stunning – all graceful curves and sharp wit. Seungcheol, usually so confident on the track, had fumbled his words like a teenager.

A smile played on his lips as he recalled how Y/N had teased him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope you drive better than you flirt," she had quipped, before slipping him her number on a cocktail napkin.

Their relationship had ignited quickly, burning hot and bright. But with their rising stars came increasing scrutiny, and they had made the difficult decision to keep their love under wraps. For a year now, they had been living a double life – stealing moments whenever they could, always looking over their shoulders.

Seungcheol stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. His phone buzzed with a message from Y/N: "Usual spot. One hour."

An hour later, Seungcheol guided his sleek black sports car up the winding road to their favorite overlook. The city sprawled below, a glittering carpet of lights in the gathering dusk. Y/N's car was already there, and as he pulled up beside it, she stepped out, taking his breath away.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the deep green dress that hugged her curves. As she walked towards him, Seungcheol was struck anew by her grace, the way she moved like liquid silk.

"Congratulations, hot shot," Y/N purred as she slid into the passenger seat of Seungcheol's car. "You were incredible out there today."

Seungcheol's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining over the gear shift. "Having you there makes me want to push even harder," he admitted, bringing her hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

Y/N's other hand came up to caress his cheek, her touch igniting sparks under his skin. "Seeing you race... it does things to me," she murmured, her voice low and husky.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, a year's worth of pent-up passion and stolen moments pouring out. Y/N's fingers threaded through Seungcheol's hair, still damp from his shower, as his hands roamed her back, pulling her closer.

With practiced ease, Y/N maneuvered herself onto Seungcheol's lap, the gear shift digging into her thigh. Neither of them cared. All that mattered was the heat between them, the taste of victory on Seungcheol's lips, the soft sighs escaping Y/N's throat.

Seungcheol's lips traveled down Y/N's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "God, I've missed you," he breathed against her skin. "These past weeks, barely seeing each other..."

Y/N arched into him, her body responding to his every touch. "I know," she gasped as his hands slipped under her dress. "But we're here now."

They moved together with the familiarity of long-time lovers, yet each touch still sent electricity coursing through their bodies. The windows of the car slowly fogged up, creating a cocoon that shut out the world beyond.

Afterward, they sat entwined, Y/N's head resting on Seungcheol's chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to its normal rhythm. The city lights twinkled below them, a reminder of the world they'd have to return to soon.

"I have news," Y/N said softly, tracing patterns on Seungcheol's arm. "That luxury car brand I've been in talks with? They want to do a joint campaign. With an F1 driver."

Seungcheol tensed slightly beneath her. "Let me guess. They want me?"

Y/N nodded, sitting up to look into his eyes. "It could be huge for both of us. But..."

"But it would mean going public," Seungcheol finished for her. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's been a year, Y/N. Maybe it's time."

Y/N searched Seungcheol's face, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? Your sponsors, my agency... they've all been so insistent about projecting the right image."

Seungcheol cupped Y/N's face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "The right image is us, together. I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you.”

Y/N's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Seungcheol's lips. 

As they drove back to the city, hands intertwined over the gear shift, both Seungcheol and Y/N knew they were accelerating towards a new chapter in their lives. The race to balance their love, careers, and the impending spotlight was on, and neither of them was prepared for the twists and turns that lay ahead.

The next morning found Seungcheol in a strategy meeting with his team. As his race engineer droned on about tire degradation and fuel management, Seungcheol's mind wandered to Y/N. He wondered what she was doing, if she was thinking of him too.

His reverie was interrupted by his team principal, Jeonghan, clearing his throat pointedly. "Seungcheol? Did you hear what I said?"

Seungcheol blinked, forcing himself to focus. "Sorry, Jeonghan. Could you repeat that?"

Jeonghan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he continued, "I said, we've been approached by Luxe Motors for a potential sponsorship deal. They want to do a campaign featuring you and some model." He waved his hand dismissively. "Could be good exposure, but we need to make sure it doesn't interfere with your training schedule."

Seungcheol's heart raced. This was it – the campaign Y/N had mentioned. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Actually, Jeonghan, there's something I need to tell you all."

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Seungcheol. He could feel the weight of their expectations, the pressure of the carefully crafted image they had built around him. But as he thought of Y/N, of the love they shared, he knew it was time.

"The model they want for the campaign... her name is Y/N. And we've been in a relationship for the past year."

The silence that followed was deafening. Jeonghan's face turned an alarming shade of red, while his PR manager, Ela, looked like she might faint. It was his mechanic, Dino, who broke the tension with a low whistle.

"Damn, boss. You've been holding out on us!"

What followed was a whirlwind of questions, accusations, and hurried strategizing. By the time Seungcheol left the meeting, his head was spinning. He needed to see Y/N, to hold her, to reassure himself that they were making the right decision.

He found her at their favorite café, tucked away in a corner booth. As soon as she saw him, Y/N's face lit up, then quickly fell as she registered his expression.

"What happened?" she asked as he slid into the seat across from her.

Seungcheol reached for her hand, needing the anchor of her touch. "I told them," he said simply. "About us, about the campaign... everything."

Y/N's eyes widened. "How did they take it?"

"About as well as we expected," Seungcheol sighed. "Jeonghan's worried about the sponsors, Ela's already drafting press releases... it's chaos."

Y/N squeezed his hand. "My agent wasn't much better. He thinks it could either make or break my career."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their decision settling over them. Then, almost simultaneously, they began to laugh. It started as a chuckle, then grew until they were both shaking with mirth, drawing curious glances from other patrons.

"God, we're a mess, aren't we?" Y/N gasped between giggles.

Seungcheol grinned, feeling lighter than he had in months. "Yeah, but we're a mess together."

As their laughter subsided, Seungcheol was struck by how beautiful Y/N looked, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with mirth. Without thinking, he leaned across the table and kissed her, right there in the middle of the café.

Y/N froze for a moment, then melted into the kiss. When they parted, she looked around, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness on her face. "Seungcheol! Someone could have seen..."

"Let them see," he said, surprising himself with his boldness. "I'm done hiding, Y/N. I love you, and I want the whole world to know it."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "I love you too," she whispered.

They left the café hand in hand, no longer caring who might see them. As they walked through the city streets, Seungcheol felt a sense of freedom he hadn't experienced in years. He pulled Y/N close, kissing her temple.

"Come on," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I have an idea."

Twenty minutes later, they were back in Seungcheol's car, this time parked in the private garage of his apartment building. The space was dimly lit, the concrete walls amplifying every small sound.

"Seungcheol," Y/N breathed as he trailed kisses down her neck. "Are you sure about this? Anyone could walk in..."

He pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Y/N bit her lip, desire warring with caution in her expression. Then, with a small shake of her head, she pulled him back to her. "No," she whispered against his lips. "Don't you dare stop."

Their kisses grew more heated, hands roaming with increasing urgency. Y/N's shirt found its way to the floor, followed quickly by Seungcheol's. The leather seats creaked as they moved together, the car rocking slightly with their movements.

Every sound seemed amplified in the quiet garage – their ragged breathing, the soft moans that escaped Y/N's lips as Seungcheol's hands explored her body, the rustle of clothing being hastily removed.

When they finally came together, it was with a passion born of their newfound freedom. Gone was the need for silence, for restraint. Y/N cried out Seungcheol's name, her nails raking down his back. Seungcheol groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

They moved together, lost in the sensation, the thrill of potentially being caught only adding to their excitement. The world outside ceased to exist – there was only this moment, only them.

As they reached their peak together, Y/N's back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Seungcheol held her close, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Seungcheol pressed soft kisses to Y/N's shoulder, her neck, her cheek.

"I love you," he murmured against her skin. "Whatever happens next, I love you forever."

Y/N smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you forever," she replied.

As they dressed and made their way up to Seungcheol's apartment, both of them knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges. There would be press conferences to face, contracts to negotiate, a gauntlet of public opinion to run.

But for now, as they curled up together on Seungcheol's couch, they were content. They had each other, and they were finally free to show the world their love. Whatever storms lay ahead, they would weather them side by side.

Seungcheol pulled Y/N closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. As sleep began to claim them both, he couldn't help but smile. 

-

The harsh glare of camera flashes assaulted Seungcheol's eyes as he stepped out of his car, his hand firmly clasped around Y/N's. The clamor of reporters shouting questions created a cacophony that threatened to overwhelm them both.

"Seungcheol! How long have you been dating?"

"Y/N! Will this affect your upcoming campaigns?"

"Is this a publicity stunt for Luxe Motors?"

Seungcheol felt Y/N's hand tighten around his, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze. They had prepared for this moment, spent hours with their respective PR teams crafting responses and practicing their delivery. But nothing could have truly prepared them for the reality of facing the media storm head-on.

With a deep breath, Seungcheol raised his free hand, and the crowd quieted marginally. "Thank you all for coming," he began, his voice steady despite the nerves roiling in his stomach. "Y/N and I have decided to make our relationship public because we believe in honesty and transparency, both with our fans and with each other."

Y/N stepped forward, her emerald eyes sparkling with determination. "We've been together for a year," she added, her voice clear and confident. "We kept our relationship private initially to focus on our careers, but we now feel ready to share this part of our lives with you all."

As they fielded questions, Seungcheol marveled at Y/N's poise. She handled even the most probing inquiries with grace, her responses thoughtful and measured. When a particularly aggressive reporter asked if she was using Seungcheol for publicity, Y/N's eyes flashed dangerously.

"I've worked hard to build my career on my own merits," she said, her tone icy. "My relationship with Seungcheol is personal, not professional. We support each other's dreams, but we do not define ourselves by each other's success."

Seungcheol felt a surge of pride and love for her in that moment. As the press conference wound down, he couldn't resist pulling her close and placing a soft kiss on her temple, eliciting a fresh round of camera flashes.

Later, as they collapsed onto the couch in Seungcheol's apartment, the adrenaline of the day finally wearing off, Y/N let out a long sigh. "Well, that was intense," she said, kicking off her heels.

Seungcheol pulled her into his arms, breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume. "You were amazing out there," he murmured into her hair. "I'm so proud of you."

Y/N tilted her head up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh yeah? How proud?"

Seungcheol grinned, recognizing the invitation in her tone. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her hands sliding under his shirt, tracing the contours of his abs.

As things heated up, Seungcheol suddenly pulled back, a playful smirk on his face. "You know," he said, his voice husky, "now that we're public, we don't have to hide anymore. How about we give the paparazzi something to really talk about?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

Seungcheol stood, pulling Y/N up with him. "Trust me," he said, leading her towards the balcony of his penthouse apartment.

The night air was cool on their skin as they stepped outside. The city sprawled before them, a tapestry of lights and shadows. Seungcheol pulled Y/N close, his hands settling on her hips.

"Seungcheol," Y/N gasped, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her voice. "Someone could see us out here."

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Let them see," he whispered. "I want the whole world to know how much I love you."

Their lips met in a searing kiss, hands roaming with newfound freedom. Seungcheol lifted Y/N onto the wide balustrade, her legs wrapping around his waist. The thrill of potentially being seen only added to their passion.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Seungcheol's hair, tugging gently in the way she knew drove him wild. He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding under her blouse to caress the soft skin of her back. With deft movements, he unhooked her bra, breaking their kiss to trail his lips down her neck.

"Wait," Y/N panted, pushing him back slightly. Seungcheol froze, concern flooding his features.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, searching her face.

Y/N smiled, touching his cheek tenderly. "Everything's perfect. I just... I want to savor this moment."

She slid off the balustrade, taking Seungcheol's hand and leading him to the plush outdoor sofa. With deliberate slowness, she began to undress him, her eyes never leaving his. Seungcheol watched her, mesmerized by the play of emotions across her face – love, desire, and a vulnerability she rarely showed the world.

As she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, her fingers traced the scar on his collarbone, a remnant from a long-ago racing accident. "I was so scared when this happened," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the mark. "I realized then how much you meant to me."

Seungcheol's heart swelled with emotion. He cupped Y/N's face in his hands, pouring all his love into a tender kiss. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he whispered against her lips. "Better than any pole position, any victory."

Y/N's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She pushed him gently onto the sofa, straddling his lap. As she sank down onto him, they both gasped at the sensation. They moved together slowly, savoring every touch, every sensation.

The city lights twinkled below them, but neither Seungcheol nor Y/N noticed. Their world had narrowed to just this moment, just the two of them. Y/N's head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and Seungcheol couldn't resist leaning in to place open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."

Seungcheol's arms tightened around her, pulling her impossibly closer. "I love you too," he murmured against her skin. "More than I ever thought possible."

As their passion built, their movements became more urgent. Y/N's nails raked down Seungcheol's back, leaving marks that would linger for days. Seungcheol's hands gripped Y/N's hips, guiding her movements.

When they reached their peak, it was with a shared cry of ecstasy that echoed into the night. They clung to each other, trembling with the intensity of their release.

Afterward, they lay tangled together on the plush outdoor sofa, a blanket draped haphazardly over them. Y/N traced lazy patterns on Seungcheol's chest, her head tucked under his chin.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.

Seungcheol chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "If they did, I hope they enjoyed the show."

Y/N swatted his chest playfully, but she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "You're terrible," she said, but her tone was full of affection.

As they basked in the afterglow, Seungcheol's phone buzzed insistently. With a groan, he reached for it, squinting at the bright screen.

"It's Jeonghan," he said, sitting up. "He wants us at the Luxe Motors headquarters first thing tomorrow morning. Apparently, they're thrilled with the publicity we're generating and want to fast-track the campaign."

Y/N nodded, her expression turning serious. "My agent called earlier. He said the response has been mostly positive, but there are some... less savory rumors starting to circulate."

Seungcheol frowned, pulling Y/N closer. "What kind of rumors?"

She sighed, burying her face in his chest. "The usual trash. That I'm a gold digger, that you're my ticket to the big leagues. Some are even saying this is all a publicity stunt for both our careers."

Anger flared in Seungcheol's chest. "We'll shut them down," he said firmly. "We'll show them how real this is."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Promise me we won't let this change us," she whispered. "Promise me that no matter what happens, it'll always be you and me against the world."

Seungcheol cupped her face in his hands, pouring all his love and conviction into his gaze. "I promise," he said solemnly. "You and me, always."

-

The sleek, modern headquarters of Luxe Motors loomed before Seungcheol and Y/N as they stepped out of their car. Paparazzi immediately swarmed, cameras flashing incessantly. Seungcheol instinctively moved closer to Y/N, his hand resting protectively on the small of her back as they navigated through the crowd.

"Mr. Choi! Ms. Y/N! Over here!"

"How will this relationship affect your careers?"

"Y/N, are you worried about being overshadowed by Seungcheol's fame?"

Y/N tensed at the last question, but maintained her composure, offering a polite smile to the reporters as Seungcheol guided her into the building.

Once inside, Y/N let out a shaky breath. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," she admitted, smoothing down her designer dress.

Seungcheol squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You're doing great. Remember, we're in this together."

A tall, impeccably dressed woman approached them, her stilettos clicking against the marble floor. "Mr. Choi, Ms. Y/N, welcome to Luxe Motors. I'm Olivia Chen, head of marketing. We're thrilled to have you both here."

As they followed Olivia to the conference room, Seungcheol couldn't help but notice the curious glances and hushed whispers from the employees they passed. Their relationship was clearly the hot topic of discussion.

The meeting room was already occupied when they entered. Jeonghan, Seungcheol's team principal, was engaged in what looked like a heated discussion with a distinguished-looking man in an expensive suit.

"Ah, here they are now," the man said, turning to greet them with a wide smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Seungcheol, Y/N, I'm Robert Kensington, CEO of Luxe Motors. We're excited about the possibilities this partnership could bring."

As they took their seats, Robert launched into an enthusiastic pitch about the campaign. "We're thinking of a series of ads that showcase both the speed and elegance of our vehicles. Seungcheol, you'll represent the power and precision of our sports models. Y/N, you'll embody the sophistication and luxury of our high-end line."

Y/N nodded, her face a mask of professional interest, but Seungcheol could see the slight furrow in her brow. He knew that look – she wasn't entirely comfortable with something.

"We've also had some... interesting ideas about how to capitalize on your relationship," Robert continued, his tone becoming more cautious. "We were thinking of a tagline: 'The Perfect Match – On and Off the Track.'"

Seungcheol felt Y/N stiffen beside him. Before he could speak, she leaned forward, her voice cool and controlled. "Mr. Kensington, while we appreciate your enthusiasm, I hope you understand that our relationship isn't a marketing tool. We're here as individual professionals, not as a... a product to be sold."

Robert's smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. "Of course, of course. We completely respect your privacy. Perhaps we could discuss some alternative approaches..."

The meeting dragged on for hours, a complex dance of negotiations and compromises. By the time they emerged, Seungcheol felt drained, as if he'd just completed a grueling race.

"Well, that was intense," he said as they made their way to the parking lot. "You were amazing in there, by the way. The way you stood up to Kensington..."

Y/N's smile was tight. "Thanks. I just... I don't want us to become some kind of circus act, you know? I want to be taken seriously for my work, not just as your girlfriend."

Seungcheol pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I know, love. We'll make sure that doesn't happen."

As they approached their car, a young woman suddenly darted in front of them, her phone held out. "Oh my god, it's really you! Can I get a selfie?"

Before either of them could respond, she wedged herself between them, snapping several pictures in quick succession. "This is so cool! My followers are going to freak out!"

The encounter left them both feeling unsettled. As Seungcheol drove them home, Y/N was uncharacteristically quiet, staring out the window with a pensive expression.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Seungcheol asked, reaching over to take her hand.

Y/N sighed, turning to face him. "I'm just... I'm worried, Cheol. About us, about our careers. What if this whole thing blows up in our faces?"

Seungcheol pulled the car over, giving Y/N his full attention. "Hey, look at me," he said gently, cupping her face in his hands. "We knew this wouldn't be easy. But we're stronger together, remember? Whatever comes, we'll face it as a team."

Y/N leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly. When she opened them, there was a newfound determination in her gaze. "You're right. We've got this."

As they leaned in for a kiss, neither of them noticed the lone paparazzo hiding in the bushes, his camera capturing every intimate moment.

The next morning, Seungcheol woke to the insistent buzzing of his phone. Groggily, he reached for it, careful not to wake Y/N who was still sleeping peacefully beside him.

His blood ran cold as he saw the barrage of messages and missed calls. There, plastered across every sports and gossip site, was a photo of him and Y/N in what should have been a private moment. The headlines screamed:

"SEUNGCHEOL AND Y/N: TROUBLE IN PARADISE?"

"RACING CHAMP AND MODEL GIRLFRIEND: SECRET ROADSIDE RENDEZVOUS"

"IS THE PRESSURE ALREADY TOO MUCH FOR F1'S NEW IT COUPLE?"

As Y/N stirred beside him, Seungcheol felt a surge of protectiveness. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was determined to shield their love from the prying eyes of the world. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of the obstacles they would face.

Seungcheol took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation to come. As Y/N's eyes fluttered open, he forced a smile. "Morning, beautiful. We need to talk..."

-

Seungcheol watched anxiously as Y/N's eyes scanned the headlines on his phone, her expression morphing from confusion to shock, and finally settling into a mask of cold anger.

"How dare they?" she hissed, her knuckles white as she gripped the phone. "That was a private moment. How could they twist it like this?"

Seungcheol pulled her into his arms, feeling her tremble with a mix of rage and hurt. "I'm so sorry, love. I should have been more careful. I should have—"

Y/N cut him off, pulling back to look him in the eye. "No, Cheol. This isn't your fault. We have nothing to be ashamed of. We're adults in a committed relationship. They're the ones who should be ashamed, invading our privacy like this."

Despite the gravity of the situation, Seungcheol couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and love for Y/N's strength. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're right. So, what do we do now?"

Before Y/N could respond, both their phones began buzzing incessantly. Their respective agents, PR teams, and sponsors were all clamoring for statements and damage control strategies.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her tousled hair. "I guess we face the music."

The next few hours were a whirlwind of conference calls, emergency meetings, and carefully crafted statements. By midday, Seungcheol felt as if he'd aged years. He looked over at Y/N, who was finishing up a call with her modeling agency.

"No, I will not issue an apology for being in a relationship," she was saying, her voice firm. "We've done nothing wrong. ... Yes, I understand the contract has a morality clause, but this hardly qualifies. ... Fine, we'll discuss this further in person."

She ended the call with a frustrated huff, tossing her phone onto the couch. "This is ridiculous. You'd think we'd committed some horrible crime."

Seungcheol moved to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "How about we get out of here for a bit? Clear our heads?"

Y/N looked skeptical. "And go where? There are probably paparazzi camped outside as we speak."

A mischievous glint appeared in Seungcheol's eye. "Leave that to me."

Thirty minutes later, they were speeding down a secluded coastal road in Seungcheol's sports car, the top down and the wind whipping through their hair. Y/N tilted her head back, basking in the warmth of the sun on her face, a genuine smile gracing her features for the first time that day.

Seungcheol glanced over at her, his heart swelling with emotion. This was the Y/N he fell in love with – carefree, radiant, and full of life. He made a silent vow to do whatever it took to protect their happiness.

They drove for hours, talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other's company away from the prying eyes of the world. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink, Seungcheol pulled off onto a hidden dirt road.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, curiosity piqued.

"You'll see," Seungcheol replied with a wink.

The road led them to a secluded cove, the beach empty save for a few seabirds. Seungcheol parked the car and came around to open Y/N's door, offering his hand with an exaggerated bow.

"My lady," he said in a faux posh accent, eliciting a giggle from Y/N.

Hand in hand, they walked down to the water's edge, the cool sand between their toes a stark contrast to the warmth of the fading sun. They stood in comfortable silence for a while, watching the waves crash against the shore.

"Thank you for this," Y/N said softly, leaning her head on Seungcheol's shoulder. "I needed it more than I realized."

Seungcheol turned to face her, cupping her face gently in his hands. "Y/N, I want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter what the world throws at us, I'm here. Always."

Y/N's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked up at him. "I love you, Seungcheol. So much it scares me sometimes."

Their lips met in a kiss that started soft and tender but quickly ignited into something more passionate. Y/N's hands fisted in Seungcheol's shirt, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Seungcheol rested his forehead against Y/N's. "Come on," he said, his voice husky. "I have one more surprise for you."

He led her back to the car, opening the trunk to reveal a picnic basket and a pile of blankets. Y/N's face lit up with delight.

"You planned this?"

Seungcheol shrugged, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "I may have made a few calls while you were in the shower this morning. I thought we might need an escape."

They spread the blankets on the hood of the car, laying back to watch as the first stars began to appear in the darkening sky. They fed each other strawberries and sipped champagne, talking about everything and nothing.

As the night grew cooler, Y/N snuggled closer to Seungcheol, her hand tracing idle patterns on his chest. The tension that had been building between them all day finally reached its breaking point.

Seungcheol captured Y/N's wandering hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on her palm. The simple gesture sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. She propped herself up on one elbow, gazing down at Seungcheol with eyes dark with desire.

"Make love to me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Seungcheol didn't need to be asked twice. In one fluid motion, he flipped their positions, hovering over Y/N with a look of such intense love and desire that it took her breath away.

Their kisses were heated, urgent, hands roaming and exploring as if discovering each other for the first time. Clothes were shed with little regard, tossed haphazardly onto the sand.

Seungcheol trailed kisses down Y/N's neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. Y/N arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her.

When Seungcheol finally entered her, they both gasped at the sensation. They moved together in perfect synchrony, the rhythm of their lovemaking echoing the crash of waves against the shore.

Y/N clung to Seungcheol, her nails raking down his back as she neared her peak. "Cheol," she panted, "I'm close..."

Seungcheol increased his pace, driving them both towards ecstasy. "Let go, baby," he murmured against her ear. "I've got you."

They reached their climax together, crying out each other's names into the night. As they came down from their high, Seungcheol peppered Y/N's face with soft kisses, murmuring words of love and adoration.

They lay entwined under the stars, basking in the afterglow, when a sudden flash of light startled them. For a heart-stopping moment, they feared they'd been discovered by paparazzi. But it was just a shooting star, streaking across the sky in a brilliant arc.

Y/N laughed, the sound full of relief and joy. "Make a wish," she said, snuggling closer to Seungcheol.

He tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I already have everything I could wish for right here."

As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms and the warmth of the blankets, both Seungcheol and Y/N felt a renewed sense of strength and unity. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

The harsh light of morning brought with it a return to reality. As Seungcheol and Y/N made their way back to the city, both their phones began buzzing with missed calls and messages.

"I suppose it was too much to hope the world would just forget about us for a day," Y/N sighed, scrolling through her notifications.

Seungcheol reached over to squeeze her hand. "Hey, remember what we talked about. Us against the world, right?"

Y/N smiled, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "Right."

Their first stop was Seungcheol's race team headquarters. As they walked in, hand in hand, a hush fell over the usually bustling pit crew. Jeonghan approached them, his expression unreadable.

"Seungcheol, Y/N, my office please."

Once inside, Jeonghan's stern facade crumbled. "Do you two have any idea the headache you've caused me?" he said, but there was a note of fondness in his exasperation. "Half our sponsors are in a panic, the other half want to increase your visibility. It's chaos out there."

Seungcheol straightened, his jaw set in determination. "Jeonghan, I'm sorry for any trouble this has caused the team. But I won't apologize for my relationship with Y/N. If the sponsors have a problem with that—"

Jeonghan held up a hand, cutting him off. "Relax, kid. Nobody's asking you to choose between your career and your girl. We just need to manage this situation better. Which is why I've hired a speciality PR firm to handle your public image as a couple."

Y/N and Seungcheol exchanged surprised glances. This was not what they had expected.

"You're... supportive of us?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

Jeonghan's expression softened. "Look, I've known Seungcheol since he was a rookie. I've never seen him as happy or as focused as he's been since he met you. As far as I'm concerned, you're good for him and good for this team. We just need to make sure the rest of the world sees that too."

Relief washed over both of them. As they left Jeonghan's office, Seungcheol pulled Y/N into a tight hug. "One down," he murmured into her hair.

"One down," she agreed. "Now we just have to face my agency."

The meeting with Y/N's modeling agency was considerably less pleasant. Her agent, a sharp-faced woman named Vivian, paced the conference room like a caged tiger.

"Do you have any idea how many contracts we've had to renegotiate because of this scandal?" she snapped. "Your wholesome image was a major selling point, Y/N. Now half our clients are worried you're too controversial."

Y/N felt Seungcheol tense beside her, but she placed a calming hand on his arm. "Vivian," she said, her voice steady, "I understand your concerns. But I'm still the same model I was a week ago. My relationship status doesn't change my professionalism or my ability to do my job."

Vivian stopped pacing, fixing Y/N with a calculating look. "Maybe... maybe we can work with this. The bad girl image is in right now. And a high-profile relationship could open up new markets..."

As Vivian continued to muse about potential strategies, Y/N and Seungcheol shared a look of disbelief. It seemed that even in this storm of controversy, there might be a silver lining.

By the time they left the agency, both Seungcheol and Y/N were emotionally drained. As they walked to their car, a small group of fans approached, asking for autographs and selfies.

Y/N tensed, expecting intrusive questions or judgmental looks. But to her surprise, the fans were supportive and excited.

"You guys are so cute together!" one young girl gushed. "I hope I find someone who looks at me the way Seungcheol looks at you."

As they drove home, Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders. "You know," she said, turning to Seungcheol, "maybe this won't be as bad as we thought."

Seungcheol grinned, bringing her hand to his lips for a quick kiss. "With you by my side? Nothing's too tough to handle."

As they pulled into their driveway, both their phones pinged with a notification. It was a message from the PR firm Jeonghan had hired, outlining their strategy for the coming weeks.

Y/N scrolled through the message, her eyes widening. "They want us to do a joint interview? And a photoshoot for a major magazine?"

Seungcheol nodded, looking thoughtful. "It could be a good opportunity to control the narrative. Tell our story on our own terms."

Y/N bit her lip, considering. "You're right. And hey, at least we'll be facing it together."

As they walked into their home, hand in hand, both Seungcheol and Y/N felt a renewed sense of hope. The road ahead might be challenging, but they were determined to navigate it together, their love serving as both compass and anchor in the stormy seas of public life.

Exhausted from the emotional roller coaster of the day, they decided to turn in early. As they went through their nightly routines, moving around each other with the comfortable familiarity of a long-term couple, both felt a deep sense of gratitude for the other's presence.

Y/N finished brushing her teeth and padded into the bedroom, where Seungcheol was already under the covers, his back propped against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up as she entered, a soft smile spreading across his face.

"Come here, you," he said, setting his phone aside and opening his arms.

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. She slipped under the covers and into Seungcheol's embrace, sighing contentedly as she rested her head on his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her ear was comforting, grounding.

Seungcheol's fingers threaded through her hair, gently massaging her scalp. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly.

Y/N thought for a moment before answering. "Honestly? I feel... good. Today was crazy, but we got through it. Together."

Seungcheol pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "We did. And we'll get through whatever comes next the same way."

Y/N tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes shining with love and trust. "I know we will. I love you, Seungcheol."

"I love you too, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

As they settled into bed, Seungcheol's arms wrapped securely around Y/N, her back pressed to his chest, they both felt a profound sense of peace. The outside world, with all its demands and judgments, seemed far away. In this moment, in the quiet of their bedroom, nothing existed but the two of them and the love they shared.

Y/N snuggled deeper into Seungcheol's embrace, feeling safe and cherished. "Goodnight, love," she whispered, her eyes already heavy with sleep.

"Goodnight, beautiful," Seungcheol replied, placing one last soft kiss on her shoulder.

As they drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other's arms, both Seungcheol and Y/N felt truly content.

The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Seungcheol stirred first, his eyes blinking open to find Y/N still nestled in his arms, her face peaceful in sleep. He couldn't help but smile, marveling at how beautiful she looked in the soft light.

As if sensing his gaze, Y/N's eyes fluttered open. A slow, sleepy smile spread across her face as she met Seungcheol's loving gaze. "Good morning, handsome," she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.

Seungcheol leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"

Y/N nodded, stretching languidly against him. "Mmm, like a baby. You make an excellent pillow, you know."

Seungcheol chuckled, his hand running soothingly up and down her back. "Happy to be of service."

They lay there for a while longer, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous day, and both of them savored the peaceful moment.

Eventually, the buzz of Seungcheol's phone on the nightstand broke the spell. He reached for it, careful not to disturb Y/N too much.

"It's Jeonghan," he said, scanning the message. "The PR team wants to meet with us this afternoon to prep for the interview and photoshoot."

Y/N propped herself up on one elbow, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I guess it's time to face the music, huh?"

Seungcheol set the phone aside and pulled Y/N closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Hey, we've got this. Remember, it's just us telling our story."

Y/N nodded, drawing strength from his confidence. "You're right. Plus, it might even be fun. I've always wanted to see you try to model," she added with a teasing grin.

Seungcheol gasped in mock offense. "Excuse me, I'll have you know I'm an excellent model. These racing suits don't wear themselves, you know."

Their laughter filled the room, dispelling any lingering tension. As they got up to start their day, both felt ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

The PR team's office was a sleek, modern space in the heart of the city. Seungcheol and Y/N were ushered into a conference room where they were greeted by a trio of sharp-looking professionals.

"Seungcheol, Y/N, thank you for coming," said the woman at the head of the table. "I'm Rebecca, and this is my team, Alex and Mia. We're here to help you navigate this new chapter in your public lives."

For the next few hours, they went over strategies for the upcoming interview and photoshoot. The team was impressed by the natural chemistry between Seungcheol and Y/N, often exchanging pleased glances as the couple interacted.

"You two are naturals," Alex commented during a break. "The camera is going to love you."

As they were wrapping up, Rebecca handed them each a folder. "These are some talking points for the interview. Remember, the goal is to be authentic while also presenting a united front. Your love story is compelling – let that shine through."

Seungcheol and Y/N left the meeting feeling more confident about the upcoming media appearances. As they walked hand in hand down the busy street, Y/N suddenly tugged Seungcheol to a stop.

"Look," she said, pointing across the road. There, on a massive billboard, was an advertisement for Luxe Motors featuring a stunning sports car. "That could be us up there soon."

Seungcheol wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "It will be. And we'll look damn good doing it."

The day of the photoshoot arrived bright and early. The set was a gorgeous beachfront property, with the ocean providing a stunning backdrop. As they went through hair and makeup, Seungcheol couldn't keep his eyes off Y/N.

"You know," he said, leaning close to whisper in her ear, "if this is what modeling is like, I might have to reconsider my career choices."

Y/N laughed, swatting him playfully. "Don't you dare. I quite like having a race car driver for a boyfriend."

The photoshoot itself was a whirlwind of costume changes, different poses, and endless flashes. But through it all, Seungcheol and Y/N's natural chemistry shone through. Whether they were posed casually by a vintage car or dressed to the nines for a red carpet shot, their connection was palpable.

"These are going to be stunning," the photographer gushed as he showed them some of the shots on his camera. "You can really feel the love between you two."

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the beach, the photographer suggested one last shot. Seungcheol and Y/N stood at the water's edge, the waves lapping at their feet. With the Luxe Motors car in the background, Seungcheol wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind, both of them looking out at the horizon.

"Perfect," the photographer said softly, not wanting to break the moment. "That's a wrap, folks!"

Later that evening, as they returned to Seungcheol's apartment, the excitement of the day still thrummed through their veins. Y/N scrolled through some of the behind-the-scenes photos on her phone as Seungcheol poured them each a glass of wine.

"We do look good together, don't we?" she mused, showing Seungcheol a candid shot of them laughing between takes.

Seungcheol set the wine glasses on the kitchen counter and moved behind Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist. "The best," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Though I have to say, I prefer the real thing to any photo."

Y/N's breath hitched as Seungcheol's lips trailed down her neck. She set her phone aside, turning in his arms to face him. "Is that so?" she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. "Care to show me just how much you prefer the real thing?"

In response, Seungcheol captured her lips in a searing kiss. Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. With a low growl, Seungcheol lifted her onto the kitchen counter, stepping between her legs as she wrapped them around his waist.

Their kisses grew more heated, hands roaming with increasing urgency. Y/N tugged at Seungcheol's shirt, and he broke away just long enough to pull it off before returning to her lips. His hands slid under her blouse, caressing the soft skin of her back.

"Cheol," Y/N gasped as his lips found that spot on her neck again. "Bedroom?"

Seungcheol pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Why wait?" he asked, his voice husky. "I want you right here, right now."

Y/N's answer was to pull him back in for another passionate kiss. Clothes were shed hastily, scattering across the kitchen floor. When Seungcheol finally entered her, they both gasped at the sensation.

They moved together with a passionate urgency, the counter providing the perfect leverage. Y/N's nails raked down Seungcheol's back as she neared her peak, while Seungcheol's hands gripped her hips, guiding their movements.

"Cheol, I'm close," Y/N panted, her head falling back in ecstasy.

"Let go, baby," Seungcheol murmured against her skin. "I've got you."

They reached their climax together, crying out each other's names into the quiet of the apartment. As they came down from their high, Seungcheol peppered Y/N's face with soft kisses, murmuring words of love and adoration.

Later, as they lounged on the couch, wrapped in soft blankets and each other's arms, Y/N's phone buzzed with a notification. She reached for it, her eyes widening as she read the message.

"Cheol, look at this," she said, showing him the screen. "The magazine wants to bump up the release date of our photoshoot. They say the public's fascination with us is at an all-time high."

Seungcheol read the message, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Looks like our risk is paying off, huh?"

Y/N nodded, snuggling closer to him. "I was so worried about going public, but now... it feels right. Like we're finally free to just be us."

Seungcheol pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I know what you mean. It's like the whole world can see what I've known all along – that you're the most amazing person I've ever met."

Y/N tilted her head up, capturing his lips in a soft, sweet kiss. When they parted, she had a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, I think we missed a spot in the kitchen. Want to go for round two?"

Seungcheol laughed, the sound full of joy and love. "Lead the way, beautiful."

As they made their way back to the kitchen, hand in hand and giggling like teenagers, both Seungcheol and Y/N felt a profound sense of happiness. Their relationship had been thrust into the spotlight, but rather than wilting under the pressure, they had blossomed. Together, they were ready to face whatever the future held, their love a beacon guiding them through the dazzling world of fame and fortune.

The next morning dawned bright and early, finding Seungcheol and Y/N already up and about. They moved around the kitchen in perfect sync, preparing breakfast together as they discussed their plans for the day.

"I've got a team meeting at 10," Seungcheol said as he flipped pancakes. "Want to meet for lunch after?"

Y/N nodded, pouring coffee into their mugs. "Sounds perfect. I've got a fitting for that new designer campaign, but I should be done by noon."

As they sat down to eat, both their phones pinged with new messages. They shared a look, then reached for their devices.

"It's from the PR team," Seungcheol said, scanning the message. "They want to schedule a follow-up interview to coincide with the magazine release."

Y/N's eyes lit up as she read her own message. "Luxe Motors loves the preview shots. They want to discuss a long-term partnership with both of us!"

Seungcheol reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in his. "Ready for our next adventure?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement and love.

Y/N squeezed his hand, her smile radiant. "With you? Always."

[maielasworld]

✨ Signs in Your Birth Chart That You Might Marry Someone from Another Country ✈️💞

💭Have you ever felt like your heart is meant to cross oceans? That your soulmate might be living under a different sky, speaking a different language? The stars might be whispering the same…💭

1. A Sagittarius-flavored 7th House 🏹

If your 7th house cusp (the house of commitment and marriage) is in Sagittarius, or if Jupiter, its ruler, is sitting there — you're naturally drawn to people with different worldviews, backgrounds, or passports.

Bonus: If the ruler of your 7th house is in the 9th house (travel, wisdom, the "foreign"), or if your 7th and 9th houses are linked by aspects — love may come from far away.

2. Personal planets dancing in the 9th House ✨🌍

When Venus, Moon, Sun or Mars are in your 9th house, your heart speaks the language of distant lands. Love might find you on a journey, in a spiritual retreat, or in a conversation filled with wonder and wanderlust.

3. Jupiter's touch — blessings from afar 🍀

Jupiter is the planet of growth, faith, and international magic.

If he’s making sweet aspects to your Venus, Moon, or the ruler of your 7th house, love could arrive with a suitcase, an accent, and a soul connection.

4. A strong mutable vibe = open to the world ♊♐♍♓

Lots of planets in Gemini, Sagittarius, Virgo, or Pisces — especially if they influence your 7th or 9th house — suggest your heart is open to falling in love with someone from a different background. You crave stories, variety, and connection beyond borders.

5. Juno — The Goddess of Commitment and Partnerships 🌐💍

Juno is the asteroid that represents marriage, commitment, and deep partnerships. If your Juno is in the 9th house or in signs connected to foreign lands and expansion (like Sagittarius, Pisces, or Aquarius), it’s a strong indication that you might commit to or marry someone from another culture or country.

Additionally, favorable aspects between Juno and planets in the 7th house, or with Jupiter, reinforce this tendency. Juno in mutable signs or in the 9th house speaks of partnerships that cross physical and cultural boundaries.

6. Fixed stars sparkling with fate ✨⭐

Some stars hold whispers of karmic love from distant realms:

Fomalhaut (Pisces): dreamy, otherworldly love

Spica (Virgo): blessings in love, especially when you least expect

Regulus (Leo): a noble or powerful partner from afar

7. North Node in the 9th or in Sagittarius: love written in the stars 🔮

With your North Node in the 9th house or in Sagittarius, your soul came here to expand. A relationship with someone from a different culture may be part of your destiny — opening your heart and mind to something beautifully unfamiliar

[sleepyjuice]

Omg imagine everyone outside watching the fireworks but you and JJ are fucking in his room and the lights from the fireworks illuminate him beautifully through the window 😩

PHEW!!! i have a few filled requests sitting in my drafts but i had to write this and get it posted today for the 4th! thank you pookie for this!<3

warnings: 18+!!! unprotected p in v sex, creampie, think that’s it!

“Ah, fuck, JJ, they’re gonna hear us.” You spoke between moans, face smushed into JJ’s pillow as he slammed his cock into you from behind, the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin (even louder than usual in this position) filling the room.

His grip on your hips was tight, his rings cool against your skin creating the perfect contrast to soothe the slight burn from his grip.

“It’s loud as shit out there, baby, the whole fuckin’ island lightin’ off fireworks right now, no one’s gonna hear us.” He assured you, not stopping his movements as he spoke, his voice shaky from his relentless speed.

He was right, it was loud as fuck outside. Fireworks had been going off for at least an hour now and they would surely continue throughout the evening, so you two weren’t missing much.

You didn’t plan on sneaking away with JJ, but apparently he did. Something along the lines of how you were “struttin’ around in that thin ass bikini all damn day.” But you had no complaints.

“I’m close, Jay, oh god.” You whined as his cock continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you, your stomach tightening by the second.

“Yeah? Let me see that pretty face.” He breathed, his hands quickly sliding up your waist, cock still deep inside of you as he flipped you around so you were on your back and you were looking into each other’s eyes.

He had only stopped his movements for maybe three seconds, quickly continuing where he left off, his strong arms planted on both sides of you head as he kept himself up, his abs contracting with every thrust. He was so fucking hot.

Through glossy eyes, you took a moment to really take in the sight of JJ above you. His blonde hair and tan skin was perfectly illuminated by a multitude of different colors that seeped in through the window from outside, fireworks in the distance as well as many that were much closer sparkling in the night sky. You were a done deal.

“Shit— I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop…” You whimpered, your orgasm exploding through your body, similar to the fireworks just outside the window.

Your pussy clenched hard around his cock as his thrusts grew more and more sloppy by the second, his gaze transfixed on your face, flushed cheeks and parted lips as a sequence of soft curses and moans fell from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“God, you’re so perfect, takin’ my dick so good. Fuckin’ Christ, gonna cum, baby.”

That was more than enough to bring him to his end as well, stilling inside of you as you felt his thick cock twitch, his balls now wet with your cum pressed against your ass as he bottomed out and released inside of you, long hot spurts filling you up.

He grunted loudly as he spilled inside of you, slowly thrusting his cock inside of you a few more times, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy.

You gasped at the feeling, not missing the loud squelching sounds made from his movements, a pool of both of your releases dripping out of you once he finally pulled out.

You were panting, your naked chest rising and falling rapidly as you worked to catch your breath, properly and perfectly fucked.

“Shit,” JJ breathed, dipping his head to kiss your swollen lips sweetly before leaning back and grabbing a towel to clean you up.

“God bless America, ain’t that right?”

“JJ, shut the fuck up.”