#his Spanish was perfect I was like *gasp*

[madmachaca]

I am a normal person, I swear (dentro de lo que cabe)

This line just took by surprise

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part Two

Pairing: Grid x Reader

Summary: the club gets new members

Requests are open!!! Masterlist

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“That was a great book suggestion, thanks Nando,” Valtteri says at the end of your discussion. You hear the door open and close then feel the couch dip beside you.

“Checo, finally joining us?” Lewis asks, an amused smile on his face.

“I am old,” the Mexican says, you look to the older guys to take over.

“Mate, what happened?” Daniel asks. sipping a coffee. He joined when the rest of the grid found out, at the same time as Lewis.

“I saw Yuki and Lando doing a weird dance,” Checo looks a little traumatized. You rest a comforting hand on his shoulder and hand him a Spanish version of Lewis’ choice for the week, The Book Thief.

“This official opens the Paddock tea portion of our morning,” you say to the group.

“Oh! Which one?” Valtteri asks Checo who gives a rough description of it. Naturally, Valtteri and Daniel attempt to do it, retraumatizing Cecho and traumatizing everyone else.

“I would like to bleach my memory of that. Anyone else?” Kevin asks, you all second it.

“Anyway, how is your relationship with Lance going?” Nico asks, changing the subject.

“I caught them making out like teenagers yesterday,” Fernando grins devilishly, excited to gossip.

“Fernando! You can’t say that in front of my Husband!” you are thoroughly embarrassed still at Fernando catching you.

“Eglė said you can have Nico,” Kevin laughs. Nico’s wife, Eglė is fond of the young girl, often designing outfits for her. The pair is endeared by your childhood crush on Nico.

“Finally,” you smile, the group laughing at the joke. “Lance and I are doing very well, I think he is thinking about proposing,” you say a little scandalously.

“No way!” Daniel gasps. A knock on the door pauses the conversation.

“I heard there is an old drivers club happening?” Sebastian Vettel’s voice fills the room as he enters, flanked by two others. You quickly recognize Kimi and Nico Rosberg, an odd grouping that you brush off.

“Fernando, why is there a girl half your age here?” Kimi asks, not recognizing you out of your usual race attire. You are a little star struck, having looked up to Kimi as a young driver.

“I knew you got around, but damn Fernando,” Nico Rosberg says, you can’t help but to both blush and laugh.

“Guys, that’s literally Y/n Y/l/n, the driver,” Seb says, shaking his head.

“Oh, my bad, sorry Y/n,” Nico R says but all you can do is laugh.

“No, no, that’s okay, I needed a good laugh,” you wave the comment off as the older guys sit down.

“Any gossip on the retired part of the grid?” Valtteri asks, putting away the book on his lap.

“Gossip? What kind of club is this?” Kimi asks, a little confused.

“A book club,” your group responds in almost perfect unison.

“Oh! Have you read The Great Gatsby? I love that book,” Sebastian asks.

“We did! I also love the book,” you eagerly tell Seb. You check out a little when Nico R talks about Indycar and the other former F1 drivers that ended up there.

“He did what?” Lewis asks, bringing you back into the present, where they were talking about a retired driver.

“Alright, I need a new coffee,” you grunt a little as you stretch out of your sitting position. You feel a presence behind you as you use Haas’ shitty coffee machine. Your silently pray it isn’t your trainer here to kill you for having two cups.

“You ok?” Kimi asks, worried they made the girl uncomfortable.

“Yeah, just not used to being in the same room as my childhood idols,” you admit.

“And crushes? I was definitely your favorite,” Kimi uncharacteristically teases. You shyly nod and take a sip of the hot coffee.

“Do you have a mentor? I will teach you the Iceman ways,” Kimi says, he watches the race and sees your potential, plus he respects that you are voluntarily hanging with the older racers, learning from them. He shares some tips as they walk back to the room.

“Kimi, quit hogging our girl,” Daniel says, clearly having some sort of gossip update to share.

“It’s not my fault none of you offered to mentor her already,” Kimi grumbles, sitting beside Seb.

“Ugh, I have media. I’ll see you all later,” you groan, heading back to your motorhome to change.

“You’ve rubbed off on her already,” Lewis tells Kimi, laughing.

“Y/n, there have been rumors about a paddock book club that you started, can you comment?” a reporter asks as you sit on a couch beside George and Logan.

“No comment,” you say with a little smile, not wanting to answer anything not racing related.

“There is, I wasn’t invited. It’s her and a lot of the older drivers,” George says, and Logan tags in.

“She’s gets tired of us and decided that the older Paddock members were more enjoyable. I don’t blame her, that’s a lot of wisdom being shared,” Logan says, grinning at you.

“You are pretty new to F1, joining late last season. Has anyone offered to mentor you?” another reporter follows up the first question.

“Yes, just today actually. Thanks Kimi,” you say. “My driving is good enough anyway, I could beat George blindfolded. In fact, that’s why you aren’t allowed to join,” you roast George who seems to be holding back a laugh. Logan, however, doesn’t care and laughs for you.

“I don’t want to join anymore. Guys, if you are watching, take back what you have created. You all have rubbed off on her too much,” George lied a little, he’s still gonna try to join.

[sweetimpurity]

I Think I’ll Keep You 2

It’s finally here! Thank you for the love on part 1 and I plan on more parts to follow. It’s gonna be a rocky road.

It’s a long one but I broke it down into three sections to make reading it a little easier. Hope you guys enjoy!

NSFW MINORS DNI

Part 1

WC: 8.7k

**One Month Later**

“Look at me, baby…” His deep voice rasps from above and your eyes flutter open. “Look at me and don’t look away, little one.” He grins and pumps into you. Your trembling legs clasped around his waist, his body engulfing yours, smothering you with his warmth and the intensity of each deep stroke. Your lips part in a soft almost silent moan as his cock glides in and out. In and out with no resistance. With a big hand he pushes one of your knees down to the bed, spreading you out, allowing himself to get even deeper, his cock dragging deliciously through your arousal. You whine at the feeling, slapping your hand against his chest as he’s reached even deeper, taking you, filling you, claiming you over and over. “M-Miguel! Ah.. hah…mm…” Gasps fill your chest as he goes a little faster, fueled by the red mark you just left on his chest. “Take it baby… it’s yours, remember?” A soft and breathy, dark laugh vibrates in him watching you take all he’s giving. Your eyes roll back as he hits the spot and his big hand comes around your throat, not putting any pressure just forcing you to bring your attention back to him. Your eyes lock back onto his and he growls as his hips snap deeply nestled between your thighs. “Ah!…” You gasp and slap his chest again, your fingers digging into his muscles and it’s involuntary at this point. He smirks as you keep slapping him, knowing you just can’t help it, he grabs both your wrists, holding them in one hand over your chest, his other hand going to the pillow behind your head. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours and he moans in your face. Like he’s moaning only for you to hear it. A sound that could make you cum on the spot. “Mm… ah… hah…” You listen to him all hot and moany, putting on a show, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room, the noise of his cock slamming and squishing into your sex fills your ears. Lifting his head so he can look in your eyes, he speaks. “You hear that?” He says with a laugh in his voice. “You know what that is, baby?” His voice is so sweet as always, soft and gentle. The completely opposite of how he’s fucking into you right now. He grabs your face in his free hand, forcing you to listen well. “That’s me inside you…” He whispers and you sob, pulsing around him, right on the edge of bliss. His smiling lips find yours, kissing you breathy and sloppy, his dirty words ringing in your ears.

It’s been a month since your first night with him. The month has been a blur of Miguel and sex. Ever since that first night it’s like no one can do it for him like you do.

Your orgasm is rolling in like soft thunder, blooming in your thighs and in the pit of your stomach. Your muscles tighten and your body resists him, squeezing your thighs around his waist, pushing yourself up the bed a bit but he keeps you down. Pulling down on your wrists to keep you in place as he fucks an orgasm into you. “Mm-ahhhh….” You moan and whine and he smiles watching you come undone beneath him. “Yes baby… yes… oh you’re doing so good, baby…tu siente tan bien…so so good” His voice is sweet but his smile is wicked and his cock is cruel. Pumping into you as he buries his face in the warmth of your neck. His breath coming out in short pants across your chest. “So pretty… so perfect baby…” His deep voice hums soft in your ear. His free hand squeezing hard into the pillow beside your head, his knuckles white and his muscles flexed. His open mouth breathes against your neck, mumbling praises and demands in a jumbled mix of English and Spanish and leaning down to kiss your skin, sucking on the spots that make you jolt away. You gasp and your back starts to arch off the bed. His strong, thick body stops you from moving, pushing you back down, he presses his body down onto you, his bare, warm chest pressed up against yours, keeping you flush to the mattress. And as you’re held down, your moans get more urgent as the pressure is harder to release. Soft cries escape you and he keeps going. “Please please! Ah!” You whine and he intertwines his fingers with each of your hands, pushing them straight out on both sides of your body so you can’t move, you can’t even think. You’re just splayed out for him to use, for him to fuck, for him to fill. His weight pushes you into the mattress, his body completely flush to yours. “Please what?” His voice is still so soft and warm even as he fucks you breathless. “I-I’m…” You stutter and words are impossible. “You wanna cum, baby?” He teases and grinds his hips into you, pushing his dick as deep as he can and his pelvic bones push against yours. He releases one hand, his long fingers curl around the back of your neck. “Tell me you want to…” He pants and picks his head up to look at your teary face, your cheeks flushed and teeth bared. “Say it and I’ll let you do it… say you wanna cum on my cock” He kisses your cheek, ghosting his lips over your face and your lips. Your lips part in more agonizing, silent moans, eyes closed tight, focusing on your incoming release, his thick dick squishing into you filling your guts with every heavy thrust, the sounds of sex and his breathing fill your ears. “Say it!” He rasps and pounds into you, keeping his face so close to yours, his angular nose pressing into your cheek, his covetous cock abusing your wanting walls and he’s shivering every time you suck him back in. “Mm-ahhh! I-I wanna cum! Please c- I-I need your c-ock! Miguel!” You cry and tears roll down your flushed cheeks. He smiles at your obedience and opens his mouth against the side of your face, biting down on the plumpness of your cheek, not enough to leave a mark on your pretty face but enough for you to feel it. To feel that he has complete control. That he can break you just as easily as he can make you cum. His lips and teeth trail down the side of your face and bites down on your warm neck. It makes you moan and the sounds escaping you get higher in pitch, signaling to him that you really are just about there. His toned abdomen rubs against your fleshy tummy, making you even hotter, warming the place his seed will soon flood full. “Then do it… cum on my dick, baby. Cum for me.” He mumbles between pants and moans into your neck, moving his hands to your back, holding you flush to him as he pumps into you, keeping this speed going because he knows this is what’s getting you. He lets your hands free and you hold onto his thick arms, digging your fingers into his muscles as your orgasm hits hard. “Ohyesyesyes! Oh f-uck! Miguel!” You cry out in agonizing pleasure.

He pushes himself up, looking down at you and plunges into you as deep as he can and your orgasm comes over you in waves. His arm hooking around your lower back and slamming his cock into you one final time. Almost selfishly he does it so he can feel it happening over his cock. His own climax hits him as you keep squeezing him over and over, milking him of everything he’s got and you feel the warmth of his release shooting deep inside. “That’s it… oh fuck… oh yes” He pants and groans, caressing his hand over your soft, warm tummy and pressing down gently where his dick is still deep inside you. He sits back on his knees and watches his cum leak out of you, holding you by your hips and slowly pulling your pliant body back and forth on his cock, watching the white dribble out. You look up at him through teary eyes, watching his gaze fixed on your sopping hole. Your eyes travel down his handsome face to his neck and his broad chest as it huffs and expands in heavy breath, sweat glistening on his tan skin in the morning sunlight. He’s a picture of pure perfection. His eyes come back to your fucked out face and he leans forward, wraps his hand around your throat and kisses your lips softly. His tongue dancing with your, his teeth biting down gently on your lips. “Say you’re mine.” He hums against your mouth and keeps a hold of your throat, rubbing his thumb in circles over your thumping heartbeat. “I-I’m yours…” You breathe out and catch your breath. And this exchange of words has become quite the routine. “Sweet baby…” He whispers with a grin, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. You’re both a pile of sweat and sex as he comes down on top of you. You don’t mind being crushed by him. Your fingers tangling in the dark curls at the nape of his neck as his head rests in the crook of your neck, and you feel him softening inside you.

You’ve never discussed what this means for the two of you. Your instincts told you that he’s not someone you want to be your boyfriend. You’ve thought that ever since he first fucked you a month ago. You only knew that you were mesmerized all the times you saw him in class or in the halls or when they put up that banner of him and the soccer team. The mid-game action shot of him that practically had you drooling. You'd had a crush on him that was purely based on his handsome face, his deep voice and not surprisingly for you, his exam scores. Smart is sexy.

He had never really seen you before that night. Maybe it was because he was always so wrapped up in himself. But you can’t imagine not spending all this time with him over the past month. After all the times of him coming over late at night, meeting up with you after class, spending nights at a time in bed with you, it feels like this is turning into something more. You hope it is. You don’t know what he wants. He doesn’t really open up or share much. He’s closed off and cold most of the time to almost everyone. But that doesn’t mean you want this to ever stop. He does make it a point of telling you you’re his. Making you confirm it in a way he’ll believe you.

Miguel has never been this way with anyone. And this month has been a change of pace for him to say the least. He was usually hooking up with different people all the time. It was something he needed, something he could control. But since he had you, he won’t accept anything less. He’s stopped talking to some of his friends. They’re his ‘friends’ but a lot of them are just people he’s been associated with ever since he got to this school. He doesn’t really think most of them are good people. He stopped going to parties that he never really enjoyed anyway. He’s been sort of hiding away in this little bubble the two of you have created. He’s completely ignored texts from Dana, he hasn’t responded to messages from his parents or Peter. The only people he’s wanted to talk to are you and his little brother. But almost 100% of his attention has been on you.

Some days he can’t stop himself and he does go to find you. Waiting outside your class until it’s over, pulling you by the arm to the empty student lounge and locking the door behind you both. Or finding you in the library where you are a lot of the time and dragging you to the nonfiction section where no one ever goes. Fucking you from behind as he makes you peek out over the books on the shelves and watch the people in the library who have no idea you’re getting pounded near the biographies section. Clasping his hand over your moany mouth, shoving his fingers past your lips… “Shhh baby, someone’s gonna hear… you have to be quiet, little one… be quiet and I’ll be nice.”

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“I have to go…” You say softly as you keep running your fingers through his soft dark hair. He groans against your chest, his arms tightening around you, his dick still nestled inside the warmth of you. He doesn’t want to let you go. You made plans to go home this long weekend for a family thing and he won’t be able to see you for a few days. He doesn’t like this. It feels almost like an end to this escape he’s been enjoying. “Mmm…” He grumbles softly and keeps laying on top of you. “Miguel, I really have to go” Your train back home is in an hour so you need to make sure you have everything ready to go. You run your hands over his broad back. He groans and looks up at you, his pretty brown eyes just melting you. “Fine.” He sighs, sitting up and carefully pulling out of you, rubbing his hands over your thighs apologetically at the mess he’s made between them. He grabs a small towel from the bedside table and gently rubs away the mess on your skin as well as his own. His eyes stay glued to your body as he speaks. “You’ll be back on Monday, right?” He leans down to kiss your stomach softly, snaking his arm around your back so he can leave wet kisses over your tummy and your hips. “I’ll be back Monday… and midterms start on Tuesday so I'll be pretty busy next week with tutoring sessions. I think I have a… or is it Tuesday night… or I don’t know…” You keep talking absentmindedly, going over the busy schedule of the next week in your head. You can make some serious tutoring money during midterms week. “Mhm…” He hums, not really listening now because how could he when he’s kissing you like this. Your hand goes to his hair as he gets distracted, leaving hickies on your tummy. “I have to go…” You whisper for the third time, the numbers on his alarm clock now starting to worry you. “I know, I know…” He hums and crawls up towards you, leaning down to kiss your lips. Kissing you again, then again, again and again and a few more times after that. Your heart flutters at the feeling. You’re not sure how he feels about committing to something like a relationship. But it feels like he really enjoys being with you, especially with how many times he comes over or you beckon to his every call. You do enjoy feeling like you’re his though. You’re not really sure how he feels about anything since he doesn’t really share much stuff like that. But when he kisses you like this it’s like he’s telling you all the things you need to hear. All the things he doesn’t want to say.

“I’ll see you later…” You look back at him and smile softly as you pull your clothes back on. His dark eyes are still drinking you in as he watches you from the bed. “See you later. Be safe…” He says in his deep voice and you nod to him. It makes you feel something, seeing and hearing him like this. Your first time with him, it was like he wasn’t human, just a machine with the mission to fuck you senseless. But he can be soft and quiet and gentle. You’ve found he’s actually quite reserved. “I’ll text you when I get back” You say while buttoning up your coat and opening his room door. Miguel nods and stops himself from requesting you text or call him while you’re gone. He doesn’t want to seem clingy even though that’s what he wants. He wants to know you’re thinking of him. He wants to make you think of him.

“If you… need me… just text me. I’ll be there.” He says slowly, just a tad awkwardly. Trying to make it seem more like he’s just open to your communication rather than requesting it. He doesn’t want to seem desperate. “Well I’ll be like two hundred and… thirty miles away…” You say and laugh a bit. Although you’re melting a bit as he says that. “I drive really fast.” He jokes softly and it makes you laugh. His eyes seem to shine watching you laugh and smile. His face feels hot and he doesn’t know if he likes the feeling, it’s foreign to him. “Good to know… I will text you if I need you” You declare in finality, your hand on the door and a mission to make your train on time. “Good.” He nods and watches you go.

You leave his dorm, check over your packed bags and make sure you have everything to go before leaving. You make your train. You ride many hours back home. You get picked up when you reach the station and brought back to your childhood home. And all the while you can feel that ache. That reminder of his cock as he stretched you out. A reminder of the past month you’ve spent with him. It’s the first time you’ve been away for more than a day. The two of you have been a bit inseparable. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when you get back.

It’s Sunday evening and Miguel’s in his room, trying to do his lab homework but he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s only been three days since you left Friday morning but it feels like he’s in withdrawal. And he’s having some conflicting feelings, wondering how he let things get this far. This has never happened before. “What's wrong with me?” He groans and covers his face with his hands, running frustrated fingers through his dark locks. “What the fuck is my problem?” He frowns and checks his phone to see if you’ve called or texted him at all. Frustrated with himself for feeling so obsessed with you. He doesn’t like the feeling, not knowing what you’re doing or who you’re with. Since when do I care? He thinks to himself. He sighs when you haven’t contacted him but he does see a text from Peter inviting him to a party just off campus. Apparently a lot of the team will be there and maybe it will be a good way to get his mind off of you. He just can’t get you off his mind.

He arrives at the crowded house party with his signature scowl and is welcomed by all of his teammates, some of the guys on the university football team, other athletes and students all mostly drunk and partying away to blow off some steam before midterms next week. Lots of people watch him as he makes his way through the crowded house. His face is perfect from every angle so as long as you can see him, you’re seeing his good side. He doesn’t care for douchebags that want to talk his ear off, girls that drunkenly try to flirt with him, people that want his time. But everyone seems to want a piece of him.

“Come on, it's a party. Do you even remember parties, Miguel?” Peter teases and hands Miguel a beer, both of them standing in the kitchen which is just a tad quieter than the living room, urging him to drink and let loose. Peter and Miguel are close. Closer than Miguel usually allows, aside from you. It’s true, Miguel had been making up excuses to skip out on the usual parties and hanging out with his friends because he wanted to be with you. Miguel just takes the beer, not really responding. He looks out at the party going on around him with an unimpressed glare. “Dude, you seem more pissed than usual.” Peter snickers and grabs the beer, opening it on the counter and shoving it back in Miguel’s hand. “Looking for someone?” Peter follows his empty gaze at the crowd of people dancing and drinking. It’s a mess of booze and college stupidity. “No.” Miguel grumbles and takes a drink of his beer. Sighing through his nose.

“Did you see Dana? She’s been looking for you.” Peter comments and Miguel’s scowl darkens even more. “I’m sure she has…” He gives Peter a look. Dana is the most clingy and persistent girl he’s ever met. And she makes a fool of herself every time she tries to get with Miguel. They fucked once a while ago and now she’s like a mosquito he just can’t seem to smack. She’s naive to think the fact that he slept with her gives her some sort of claim to him. In fact it’s quite the opposite seeing that sex with Dana was nothing interesting to Miguel. She was whiny and obnoxious, and he only kissed her so she’d shut up. And she was too little for him, too frail. He needs someone like you, plush and perfect, just strong enough to take all of him. You take him better than anyone ever has.

“She says you’ve been all incognito the past few weeks. And I kinda agree. What’s been going on?” Peter asks casually and Miguel glares even harder. “Nothing. You can tell Dana to fuck off.” Miguel grumbles. He wishes you were here and he didn’t have to be at this stupid party. He wants to be in his bed with you, pounding into you until you’re crying over his cock, pulling your soft hair until you’re a moaning mess, kissing your sweet lips, your throat and your cheeks, listening to your soft cries and whimpers of how much you need his cock, pumping you so full of his cum that it dribbles out onto the sh-

“Miguel! Oh my god! You’re alive!” Dana approaches with a snarky smile and two of her friends by her side. She’s drunk and Miguel is not impressed. “Where have you been? Did you see my texts? You’ve been like… a ghost or something.” She whines, looking him up and down, her hand on his arm, a smile on her lips and a frown on his face. “Yeah, I saw your texts.” Miguel says simply and Peter snickers next to him. Dana raises her eyebrows agitated and sighs curtly. “So… you’re not gonna explain where you’ve been? You barely come to any events or anything. People honestly thought you dropped out or something.” Her hand moves up his arm . She’s the kind of girl that would come to his soccer games and practice to try to get his attention. But when he’d blow her off, she’d blow someone else on the team to make herself feel good again. She’d hang on his arm at school and athletic events. Just generally be a fucking nuisance in his life. She’d tried to wedge herself into Miguel’s life for going on four years with no luck and then he just sort of disappeared for a month with no explanation. So of course she’d notice.

But Miguel’s not keen on sharing what he’s been doing. That he’s been with you. Someone like you. You’re not like him. You’re not like Dana. You’re not like anyone he’s ever been friends with. That doesn’t make you less than everyone else, it makes you more than them. And that scares him. He doesn’t know why that is. If Dana or Peter or anyone found out about you, the way he thinks he feels about you, it would change the way they see him. He doesn’t want to admit that because he doesn’t want to seem soft like he’s falling for you or anything. He’s not soft. And he’s not… falling for you… He’s coarse and rough and cold and that’s how it’s going to stay.

“I’ve just been busy… practice and stuff.” Miguel mumbles and drinks his beer. He doesn’t care for Dana’s concern or giving her a reasonable explanation. Dana scoffs softly and shakes her head, her friends grab her arm and try to drunkenly coax her into returning to the party. “See you later” Dana smirks, running her hand down his arm as she tries to be all flirty but it’s honestly embarrassing. She hates that he’s so nonchalant, so unfazed by her. Miguel stays silent, watching her stumble off with her friends to go find someone else to bother.

He sighs and turns to Peter once more, annoyed at pretty much everything in this moment. “You have to admit, her ass is nice.” Peter jokes and watches Dana walk away. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing about her that’s nice.” Miguel glances back at her as she disappears into the crowd of people.

Over the course of the night, everyone just gets more and more drunk, except for Miguel who still can’t get you out of his thoughts and feels the need to stay at least a little bit sober in case you call him. But he throws back a few beers to try and loosen up. The music seems to get louder and the lights seem to get darker. He’s checking his phone all through the night, seeing if you’ve texted him and wondering if you’re thinking of him. Wondering who you’re with right now. What you’re doing. What you’re doing with the person you’re with right now. It makes him angry thinking about the possibility that you could be with another guy right now. He knows you went back home to be with family but still, he can’t help but be a little pissed imagining you with someone else.

What the hell am I thinking?

It’s late by the time Miguel decides he’s had enough. He says bye to Peter and starts heading out, pushing through everyone still crowding and moving. Making his way to the door and out into the hall. Sighing deeply once he gets out into the fresher air of the hallway, he straightens out the sleeve of his black varsity jacket. He looks to his left and his dark eyes narrow. Of course Dana is standing there. Totally wasted and leaning against the wall. He stays silent and just watches her, his instinct telling him to just walk away, leave her here. But he goes against his better judgment.

He stands there, glaring at her and keeps his hands in his pockets. He can see she’s completely drunk and not in her right mind at the moment. She may be a bitch but she is drunk and alone, maybe he shouldn’t just leave her here. If she were you right now, he’d bring you home himself to make sure you got there safely. He wonders if you need him at this moment even when you’re so many miles away.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I wai- was waiting for you…” Dana mumbles incoherently and smiles at him. “I don’t get you O’Hara… where’d you go?” She smiles and stumbles on her heels towards him, and he only catches her when she’s about to face plant into him. “Alright, come on now…” He grunts and tries to push her up to get her back on her feet. This is what he gets the one time he tries to be a little nice and not abandon her alone here. Her hands are all over him, in his hair and on his belt, tugging on him and pulling herself closer to him. “Just let me suck you off, okay?” She mumbles out of nowhere and starts messing with his belt buckle. She tries to get close, close enough to kiss him, reeking of cheap booze. His eyes widen and his lip snarls up in disgust. “What? No… cut it out.” He warns her, annoyed, trying to push her hands off without being too rough. He understands this situation could be taken out of context. She descends to her knees in front of him, he looks both ways down the hall for anyone coming, or anyone standing around. “Get up Dana.” He growls and she smirks up at him. “Oh come on.. don’t tell me you’re gonna say no to this… I literally send you nudes and you don’t even respond, what the fuck?” Dana whines drunkenly. Miguel’s disgusted. Dana has been walking on thin ice for a very long time. He should have blocked her when she texted him those pictures out of the blue and he should have just left her alone here when he had the chance. “You’re insane, stop it.” He scowls down at her and pries her hands off of his belt that’s half undone.

A month ago, Miguel probably would have let her blow him. Sure she’s annoying as all hell but that’s the kind of thing he’d probably enjoy. Fucking her so hard that she’d hate him afterwards. He probably should have done it a long time ago. That’s what he’d usually go for… someone who wanted it. Naive. Like you. He used to be proud of how many people he had in his circle that would give him whatever he wanted on the regular. They begged him for it, just like Dana is doing now. And that always made him feel good.

“What’s wrong, what are you whipped or something?” She teases with empty accusations, still on her knees and trying to get to his head. She’s never known Miguel O’Hara to have a serious relationship with anyone. No one has. “No. The fuck is wrong with you?” He growls angrily that she would even suggest that. “Then what’s your problem?” She groans and puts her hands on his belt again, trying to pull his hips forward. He’d lose his shit if people started viewing him in any other way than what he’s allowed. He needs to control what people think about him.

“You’re my problem.” He seethes and grabs a fistful of her hair in his hand. She gasps and smiles drunkenly, her hands rubbing down on him and thinking she's about to get exactly what she wants. He could just shove himself in her mouth and shut her up, maybe that would be easier. Just like last time. Use her for an easy fuck, maybe get his head straight after not hearing from you for days and not understanding what he’s feeling right now. Maybe he could just force himself to think of you as she does it. Try to ignore what’s actually happening and imagine it’s you. It’s probably the only way he’d manage to get hard. “Come on, I’ll be yours for the night, let’s just do it” Dana smirks and licks her lips running her hands up his shirt. His face hardens.

“…I’ll be yours…” Dana’s words echo in his head. But her voice is replaced with yours. “I want to be yours…” Your breathless voice rings out clearly in his mind. His first time with you, when he wanted you to be his and you said yes, and he felt his heart fluttering in his chest. He’d planned to use you like he’d used so many people before, just to get what he wanted. But what happened surprised him. He’d never felt that way with anyone before. He didn’t even know he was asking you to be his until the words flowed from his lips unrestrained. He’d never had the feeling of butterflies before and it makes him feel strange. Makes him feel weak. Makes him feel stupid. That’s why he doesn’t want to discuss all the relationship shit with you because he’s so damn bad at all of it. And he doesn’t even believe in any of it! Love is a transaction, it’s an exchange. It’s a business deal. What he feels doesn’t matter because it will never lead to anything worth his time.

“Get the fuck off me.” He growls and lets go of Dana’s hair, pushing her hands off and stepping back from her with an angry scowl. “I can get anyone I want. I just don’t want you.” He says meanly and Dana’s face looks hurt. “Don’t think for a second that I can’t do whatever the fuck I want.” He says threateningly and she backs up a bit, feeling intimidated which is exactly how he wants her to feel. That’s how he wants everyone to feel. He steps forward, towering over her, wanting to fuck that look off her face. Make her hate him so she’ll leave him alone. It would probably be very easy for him.

They get back to his dorm and he slams the door behind him. How dare Dana make him feel like he wasn’t acting the way he always does? And Peter noticing Miguel was behaving differently? He’s behaving the same way he always has. Nothing has changed. He wouldn't let anything change. He’s Miguel fucking O’Hara and he’s never had to work hard to get the things he wants. And not hearing from you for three days is making his head spin, and he can’t help but picture you getting fucked by some guy that’s not him. He throws Dana on the bed, pulling her by the ankles and grabbing her face. Could she handle him if she tried? The answer is no.

“You really like to get on my fucking nerves, don’t you?” He seethes, holding her face in his hand. Scowling at her and ready to fuck the bitch right now.

Ding!

His red hot rage is interrupted by his phone going off. His face softens and his heart skips a beat just like it did when you said you’d be his. He can’t control that feeling. Miguel picks up his phone, seeing your name pop up and his eyes dart around the screen reading it.

“Came back early :)”

He sighs audibly, a mix of relief and frustration at the same time.“Coming now” He texts right back. “What is it?” Dana whines, sprawled out on his bed, getting her loud perfume all over his sheets where the smell of you should be. “Get out.” He demands, stepping back and going to put on his jacket again to go. “What?! Are you serious?” She glares. “Yes! Get the FUCK. OUT!” He yells and her jaw drops, scurrying off his bed and running out the door.

He runs his hands through his hair, breathing heavy and seething angry. Looking for something to punch. He storms out the door and starts making his way over to you.

He gets to your door knocking hard. He’s wound tight, angry, confused. He takes a tense breath, letting it out slow, tapping his knuckles on the door and waiting in silence. He hears your steps, and his heart beats fast. He hears you opening the door and he gets nervous himself. What the hell is going on with him? He’s not used to feeling this way. And he’s also not used to being out of control of his feelings.

When you open the door, his eyes lock on your face. And it’s almost like everything slows down. And everything becomes so very crystal clear. He’s feeling so many things at once, all flooding and cross contaminating in his mind. How did you do this to him? Was it your doing? Or his? He’s used to being in control and for some reason it’s like his foot is on the gas and yours is on the brake. Or maybe the other way around? Or maybe both at the same time.

“Hey” You greet him with a smile and it’s like he can breathe again. It’s like the runaway train finally stops at the station, and you’re waiting there for him.

“Hi” He smiles with a sigh and lets his shoulder relax a little. Finding a bit of comfort in the warmth of your eyes and the gentleness of your smile. “Come on in…” You step aside for him to come inside and he does, taking off his jacket and running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry, it’s a little messy, I’m still unpacking stuff.” You say. “It’s okay…” He assures you and looks down at you before him. His hand comes up to your chin, his thumb pressing just below your bottom lip. He leans down and kisses you softly. Your taste, your lips, the drug he’s been needing, finally reentering his system. Your eyes flutter closed and you melt against his lips, kissing him back eagerly. He presses down on your chin with his thumb, parting your lips for you, giving you his tongue. You feel swirls of heat blooming in your chest at his kiss and his taste. It’s another one of those kisses. The ones he always does. The ones that make your knees weak. After swirling his tongue with yours, he gives you a series of little pecks on your lips. So many sometimes to the point that you open your eyes and that’s the only way he’ll stop. But this time you keep your eyes closed and bask in this moment.

You thought a lot about him when you were gone. It was only a few days but it feels like you were able to get your mind clear on a bunch of things. You have feelings for him. Real feelings. Your crush before is nothing compared to how you feel about him now. If anything it’s only gotten stronger. You want to be his for real and you hope he’ll feel the same.

“How did it go?” He asks with a soft smirk, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you, running his hands down your back to your ass. You’ve been so close to him the past month, his touch like this just feels natural. He leans his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in the smell of you, ghosting his lips over your neck. “It was good… a little hectic but good.” You speak softly as he starts kissing your neck and it tickles. “Mhm…” He hums and his hand comes up to the side of your neck, his thumb wrapping around to the other side of your throat. Kissing your neck up to your cheek. He kisses your lips again, deep and intense. His tongue immediately enters your mouth, playing with your tongue and running across your lips. All the while his hand is on your throat like it usually is, his fingers rubbing soft circles into the back of your neck. He pulls away from your lips with a soft smack, going back into your neck for more.

“H-how were things back here?” Your breath hitches at the feeling of him sucking into your neck. As you bring up the past few days his hand on your throat squeezes just a tiny bit, his mind going over just the past few hours alone which were enough to send him into a fit of rage. You really texted him at the exact right moment. If you hadn’t, he could be punching holes in his dorm room walls right now or he could be fucking Dana to dust which is the last thing he’d ever actually want to do. You have a way of doing that to him. Making his mind clear. But he usually finds a way to fuck it up. “It was boring…” He mumbles into your neck. It’s a lie but he doesn’t really want to talk about this weekend. He just wants to forget all of it and focus on you.

With a soft gasp from your lips, his arms scoop under your thighs, to your surprise, picking you up. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and he walks you back to your bed. Wasting no time. He needs to have you. It’s only been three days but that’s way too long. He lowers you down onto the edge of the bed, your back hitting the blankets, his body between your thighs as he leans over you. His big hands run over your thighs as he spreads them wide, pushing down onto you with his hips. You feel his cock through his jeans, heavy and stiff, needing you, as if just the sight, smell and taste of you has made him rock hard in a matter of minutes. He presses his hard-on into you, making sure you feel it, reminding you of what you’ve been missing. At the feeling, you wrap your legs around him, in turn pulling him closer, his clothed dick pressing right where you need him most.

“Eager, little one?” He grins down at you looking down at you with a hint of pride, liking what he’s feeling. “Did you miss this, baby? You miss my cock?” His words are dirty but his voice is sweet. He smiles down at you, watching you grind against him, his eyes lighting up at the sight. His innocent little baby taking what you want. “Yes…” You breathe out, biting down on your bottom lip and feeling him stiff against your sex.

His arms wrap around your lower back and he pulls you closer, pushing himself into you, right where you need him. The barriers of clothing, soon to be removed but he’s just teasing you for now.

His eyes darken a bit as he looks down at you rutting into him like you’re in heat. He’d been worrying so much that you were with someone else. That when you went back home there would be someone waiting, ready to take what’s his. “Have you been with anyone else?” He outright asks you, his deep voice hums as he keeps grinding into you. His voice laced in something possessive, something dark. You look up at him and realize how serious he is about this. “No… I haven’t.” You reply innocently, feeling the heat building and the needy ache in your tummy getting harder to ignore. Does he think you’d be with someone else? You thought he knew you had feelings for him, that you enjoyed being his and only his. “Good…” He grins and leans down real close to your face, his lips dancing over your cheek. “You only cum if it’s on my cock. You understand that?” He whispers in your ear, his hand coming to your hair and pulling your head back slightly. “I-I understand…” You whisper and squirm slightly in his grasp.

“My baby…” He whispers and leans down to kiss your neck, grinding himself into you, the friction sending heat straight to your needy core. You run your fingers through his hair as he sucks brand new hickeys into your skin to replace the ones that have faded with time. You breathe in the smell of him, that you’ve missed so much. But it’s different this time. He smells sort of like perfume. Not any perfume that you’d be familiar with. He comes up to kiss your lips once more, swirling his tongue with yours and sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. It always makes you blush when he does dirty stuff like that. And he smiles watching the red wash over your face. You look in his eyes, your senses dialed to eleven. And he tastes like beer. In fact he sort of smells like alcohol too. He doesn’t seem to notice your apprehension and he leans up, pulling his shirt off, his perfect muscular physique on display in the dim light from the bedside lamp. And he leans back down to kiss your throat. Your hands instinctively go to his back, feeling his muscles as they tense and contract. He’s still moving against you, growing even impossibly harder. “Need you..” He whispers, moving his hand down between your thighs, eager to touch you once again.

“Miguel-“ You say softly and he leans up, kissing you quiet. His hand moving with purpose, under the waistline of your sweatpants and breaching the elastic of your underwear. He bites down on your bottom lip gently, moaning softly into your mouth as his fingers circle your entrance. Your hands go to the backs of his thick arms, holding onto him. His thick digits dip into you, stretching you out after time apart. Your hips wiggling slightly at the feeling, trying to adjust and relax. And he works up a steady pace. Fingering you slow but still intensely, getting you ready for him. A soft moan leaves your lips and he smirks, kissing your cheek. And you smell the perfume again. It’s definitely not a smell you know. It’s someone who was just with him. Who he was just with. Is he drunk? He seems really relaxed. More than usual. The thought of that makes you nervous.

“Miguel…” You hum softly and he kisses your lips again. “I know baby… does that feel good?” He whispers between kisses. His fingers pumping into you with increasing speed, curling and reaching deep to all the sweet spots he’s come to know so well. “Ugh… you make me need you so bad…” He whispers, his thick fingers stretching you out, making you wet for him. Preparing you for his achy, needy cock. He breaks away from your lips, leaning back and working your pants off to keep his fingers pumping into you, and you can’t help but roll your hips into his hand. He smiles and pulls back even more, letting your pants fall to the floor, his hand between your thighs, achingly pulsing and pumping as he runs a free hand up your tummy and under your shirt. Pushing your shirt up over your chest so he can see you. All of you. Naked and hot. He pulls his messy fingers from your heat and you can hear the metal clink of his belt being undone, and he desperately pushes his pants down just far enough to free his cock for you. He’s going fast, he needs this. He needs you. It’s like he finally knows what he’s feeling.

“P-please can you just stop for a second…” You say softly, your hand on his arm as he pressed down on your tummy.

He hears your tone of voice and it’s not what he thought he’d hear. He knows how to read you very well by now and knows the difference between you playing hard to get or when you’re actually serious. This is you being serious.

“Yeah… is something wrong?” He asks softly, stopping himself and any further movements and focusing on your face. He takes his hand away, still leaning over you but not touching you so intimately anymore if you’re telling him to stop like this. “Are you okay?” You ask, looking in his eyes. You’re missing a few pieces to this puzzle and it’s concerning. “I’m fine.” He says lightly, brushing some hair off your forehead and behind your ear.

“Have you been drinking?” You finally outright ask him after tasting it on his tongue. “No…” He lies. And you know it’s a lie. So you just stay silent, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Well I- yeah I had a few beers… ” He finally says after the fact. Sighing a bit. He doesn’t know why he just lied, he just did. “How many beers?” You ask and he sighs again, “Look, I’m not drunk, okay? I’m not…” He says, brushing your hair back on the other side gently. He tries to bring back the mood. Leaning down to kiss you again and you press a hand to his chest.

“Wait.” You say flatly and you’re not done yet. He sighs and leans back, looking at you expectantly. “Were you with someone? Just now?” You ask and his eyes widen a bit. “No?” He lies again. And your eyes narrow. “You smell like perfume.” You say softly. The both of you sit in a beat of silence. The tension rises with every second he’s lying to you. “I was with Dana. But nothing happened.” He finally says simply and now your eyes widen. He was with Dana D’Angelo? And he smells like her perfume? What were they doing that she got her heinous perfume all over him. You frown up at him. “Why did you lie?” You ask. “What, I just told you the truth…” He insists, getting frustrated. “Yeah, after you lied… twice.” You say and he sighs getting defensive. “Can we please just-” He sighs as you pull away from him. Sitting up on the bed and cutting short what he thought was going to happen. He fixes his pants and sits on the edge of the bed facing you. And this conversation is triggering something in him.

“I didn’t know you were sleeping with other people but it’s fine. You didn’t need to lie to me about it.” You say softly, almost heartbroken, fully convinced that he just came from Dana’s bed or something because it certainly seems that way. He sighs. And silence falls.

“I’m not your boyfriend…” He mutters but you catch every word. “I don’t know what you thought was happening here but that’s not it.” He says, not even thinking before he speaks. He’s starting to feel frustrated again. And he feels defensive like you’re trying to force him to feel some certain way about you when in reality, he does have feelings for you. He looks up in your eyes and sees how much that just hurt you. He instantly regrets that. He shouldn’t have said that.

“I know. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.” You say softly. It’s a lie but your instinct was right. He’d be a bad boyfriend. He can’t even make his mind up over you and you’ve been giving yourself to him for a month. He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. His anger from earlier returning once the fog of fondness is erased by his fear of how important you’ve become to him. “This is a good thing… what we have going… don't ruin it.” He says meanly. And he knows it’s mean. “I’m not trying to ruin it… I’m just confused…” You say softly, sensing his rising anger. “Well don’t be confused! Just keep your messy feelings out of this! It shouldn’t be that hard!” He exclaims and he’s becoming the person he was when you were gone. The person he is without you. The man he’s always been. You’ve never had a fight with him before. Because up until now you thought you had a mutual understanding that this was something special. He calls you baby, you’re his little one, he couldn’t bear to spend a second apart from you and now this? Now he’s saying he doesn’t feel anything?

“It is hard for me! It’s hard for me to ignore what I feel for you!” You say close to crying and he scoffs. He can’t hear this. It’s messing with his head. He gets up from your bed, throwing his jacket on and all he wants to do is leave. He can’t hear this. He can’t.

“Miguel, please don’t leave!” You beg him and get off the bed, trying not to let him go. “Please! Talk to me! Tell me what you’re feeling!”

“No! This wasn’t supposed to happen… you were not supposed to happen.” He says harshly and it’s breaking your heart.

Should you tell him you love him? Keep it to yourself? You have a good feeling those three words are the exact ones he’s trying to avoid. “Miguel-”

“You weren't supposed to do this. I wasn’t supposed to do this! This is all… fucking fucked up!” He grits out and starts to leave your dorm. You’ve never seen him like this before and you have no idea what he’s feeling. So all you can do is watch him leave.

“Miguel-” You start but he closes the door before you can say anymore. It’s like every atom in his body told him he had to leave. Even if it’s tearing him apart. He said he’d keep you, he said you were his. And you believed him.

To be continued…

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I am an Adult pt 3.5

Hi. So I wanted to a sub-chapter kinda thing about Lena's side of the relationship/first few months etc. So here it is. Also shout out to the anons who gave me some inspo for this - u really helped. Also, I would like to preface this by saying I don't really know much about the Wolfsburg team as a whole, so if anything's wrong please let me know.

In this fic - the bold text is meant to be in German (but I didn't want bascially the whole thing to be unreadable for people) so just imagine it's in German

Barca Femeni x Reader / Lena Oberdorf x Reader / VfL Wolfsburg x Lena Oberdorf

Description: R and Lena's relationship from Lena's perspective

Word Count: 2.7k

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4 : Part 5

Lena was too smiley. That was the first thing Jule noticed after the Barca match. The hotel they were staying in was nice, the weather was very warm compared to Wolfsburg, and the day off was well deserved.

“What’s up with you?” She asked her best friend, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Lena dismissed her as she fell onto her bed, phone in her hand.

“Speaking English now, are we?” Jule teased, studying Lena. She had a slight flush to her skin that wasn’t there this morning. She seemed too happy for someone who had just been ‘exploring’ all day. “What did you do today?”

“Nothing … uh, nothing much; I just wandered ‘round a bit,” Lena said distractedly. Jule hummed in false agreement. Something was going on.

A gasp pulled Jule from her inspection. It was Lena, staring joyfully at her phone before hurriedly typing away. Ok, something was most definitely going on, and Jule was going to find out what and soon.

“I’m going …” Lena cleared her throat and shook her head as if to shake away the English. “I’m going to go shower … uh … yeh.” She gathered up her stuff and headed to the attached bathroom, leaving her phone on the bed. Perfect, it was time to snoop; Jule congratulated the universe on its opportunistic timing.

[Initial]💙❤️: SPOTIFY LINK – One Direction, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’:  https://www.spotify......

L💚: SPOTIFY LINK – Odeal, ‘Next Time’: https://www.spotify.......

Who was ‘[Initial]💙❤️’ ? And why were they sending Lena a link to old One Direction songs? Specifically, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’? And why was Lena sending a song back telling them ‘next time’? The bathroom door opened a little.

“Jule, did I leave my phone?”

“Uhhhhhh, yeh, you did. Here,” Jule quickly locked Lena’s phone and rushed to hand it to her.

“Gracias,” Lena said absentmindedly, closing the door again. Spanish? Since when did Lena speak Spanish?

Slowly, the pieces slid into place for Jule. Lena had been out all day. Lena came back too happy and constantly looking at her phone. Lena replied in English and Spanish. Lena had received a text telling her that someone should have kissed her. Lena responded with the promise of next time. Lena was definitely on a date.

It wasn’t confirmed for Jule until the return leg. Much like in Barcelona, Lena disappeared all day and reappeared, looking far too happy the day after. She definitely went on another date.

“So,” Jule said as she cornered Lena in the locker room during recovery. “How was your date?”

“Oh, it was great. We went-” Lena froze. How did Jule know about her date? “W-what date?” Lena tried to cover slip up. Jule grinned devilishly, refusing to let Lena weasel her way out of this questioning.

“You know, your date with the Barca player,” she laughed at Lena’s horrified expression.

“I didn’t … What … me? No … I don’t,” Lena rubbed the back of her neck, trying to hide the dark blush adorning her cheeks.

“Don’t lie to me, Lena Sophie! I am your best friend. You went on a date, 2 dates, and didn’t tell me,” Jule said, slightly hurt that Lena didn’t trust her with this. It was well known that Lena didn’t do dates; she didn’t do the emotional side of romance. She flirted, she charmed, and she took people home – only to have them leave the next morning, often not quite remembering their name when the sun rose. To see her friend finally consider a date, multiple dates - and maybe something more – Christmas had come early for Jule Brand.

“What d-” Lena started to deny, but after seeing Jule’s face, she knew she was caught. She sighed before spilling her happiest secret, “She asked me after the Barca match if I wanted to see some stuff in Barcelona. It was such a good time. We went to breakfast, and she made me try all these Spanish and Catalonian pastries. Then, she showed me all the tourist spots. She took me to lunch and stuff and then showed me all the quieter places she likes to go. Then, we ended with dinner, and it was just, ugh. So, so perfect.” Jule smiled, liking this side of Lena she hadn’t seen before. “And then, we so nearly kissed when she walked me back to the hotel and then she sent me a song telling me she wanted to kiss me and,” Lena sighed dreamily. “And we’ve been texted and phoning and whatnot, but I asked her out after our match on Sunday, and we went to the Christmas Market, even though it’s only November because she mentioned she’d never been to one before, and we ate far too much and then …” Lena paused, the romantic gushing so uncharacteristic of her. “She kissed me. She kissed me, Jule. And it was so perfect, and, ugh…” she trailed off again. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered, grinning to herself as she confessed.

“She sounds wonderful, Lena. But who is ‘she’?” Jule teased lightly, nudging her best friend.

“Um … Y/N. The number 17 put 2 past us on Sunday,” Lena smiled as she said your name, a lovesick expression taking over. “She’s got this smile and, god, her laugh. It’s like angels or something. She so, so beautiful, Jule.” Lena gushed. Jule hadn’t seen Lena like this, ever, but she wasn’t opposed to the in-love ramblings. She liked this side of Lena and hoped she would stay for a long while. “But she’s also funny, and kind, and sweet, and just … she’s already picking up German for me. I didn’t even ask her to; she just turned up here, and at the Market, she went to ask a seller about this piece of jewellery, and it was in pretty decent German. She was so cute, she got all blushy and shy afterwards and…” she sighed again. Her fingers coming to fiddle with the woven bracelet on her wrist – a gift from you to remember you by. Like she could ever forget you.

“Wow, Lena. When can I meet the girl that’s got you so lovesick?” Jule teased gently, bumping her shoulder against Lena’s.

“Not for a while, sorry, Jule. It’s just, it’s all so new, and we haven’t really discussed what we are yet, and we won’t be able to see each other for a while because of our schedules and, um…” Lena had the decency to look slightly embarrassed at her response, but she loved the idea of being able to keep you all to herself for a little while.

“No, I get it, no worries,” Jule smiled understandingly. “I can see that she makes you happy, and that’s all that matters,” she added, squeezing Lena’s hand at her words. “But I will require regular updates from you about how things are going, ok? ‘Cos … my best friends in loooove,” she sang out, laughing at Lena’s bright blush.

“Yeh, yeh, let’s go to recovery, c’mon,” Lena said, shoving her friend out of the empty changing room.

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[Initial]💙❤️: I want to tell them about u x

L💚: Tell em

L💚: Can I tell my team?

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg yesssss xxxxxxxxxxxx

Lena had permission from you to tell the team, and she was so, so happy about it. Telling Jule made everything feel so much more real; she couldn’t imagine how telling the team would go. She figured she’d start with the girls she was closest with.

Jule, Ewa, and Sveindis all gathered in her living room as Lena stood nervously in front of the TV.

“Um, so … I have something I need to tell you guys,” Lena said, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. Why was she so nervous? She loved the idea of being able to take you out on dates without hiding anything; she wanted to be in the crowd when watching your matches; she wanted to kiss you in front of the whole world … and yet she was nervous about this. If she had to guess, she would say it’s because she hasn’t done this before. She doesn’t date, and she’s never had to introduce her teammates to a partner before, but here she was, about to burst your little bubble of private joy. You had told her you’d done it already – or at least, you didn’t discourage the team when they snooped and didn’t stop them from guessing.

“Oh, my god. Are you leaving?” Sveindis asked.

“What? No!” Not yet, anyway. Lena replied.

“Are you dying?” Ewa countered. Lena was slightly shocked at her question.

“Ewa!” Lena gasped.

“Are you pregnant then? Did something happen? Are you ok?” Sveindis sat up, full of concern for her friend.

“No, good God, no. No, I’m fine.” Lena looked horrified that that was what her best friend’s brain jumped to.“I … I just needed to tell you that I have a girlfriend…” There was a split second of silence before Sveindis and Ewa burst into hysterical laughter. Lena looked towards Jule, unsure of the scene in front of her.

“Yeh, right. Good one, L.” Sveindis joked between peals of laughter.

“A girlfriend, nice one, Lena” Ewa wheezed.

“Guys,” Jule tried. She could see Lena’s face fall. When Lena had invited them to come over this afternoon, she had been so excited—she could finally share with her friends, her family, that she had a girlfriend—an actual, real girlfriend who treated her well and made her oh-so-happy. And now they were laughing at her. Was the idea of her being in a relationship so comedic that it brought tears to their eyes?

“You know what, fuck you. Get out, get out now.” Lena shouted, causing an immediate cease to the laughter.

“Lena, c’mon. That was a good joke -” Ewa started.

“It wasn’t a joke. I have a girlfriend. And I wanted to tell you today, but you think it’s basically impossible for me to have one. So, Get. Out!”

“Are you serious?” Sveindis asked.

“Get the fuck. Out. Of my House.” Lena replied, moving to open the door for them.

“Not about that, about having a girlfriend?” She ignored the open door, a clear sign that she was unwelcome at the moment.

“Yes. And I was really excited to tell you, but you guys find it so hilarious that I could have a relationship.” Lena said, hurt that her friends were so disbelieving of her.

“No, it’s just … you’ve told us so many times that you don’t date. You are … were … so adamant over it.”

“And when you stopped mentioning your one-night stands and stuff, we figured you were going through a dry spell or something,” Ewa added.

“We’re sorry for not believing you,” they both hung their heads, embarrassed that they hurt a close friend. Lena closed the door gently and returned to the living room.

“Does this mean I can finally meet her?” Jule asked after a moment of awkward silence.

“You know who she is? That’s not fair; how come Jule gets to know first?” Ewa moaned.

“Not yet, Jule. I still need to tell the rest of the girls first,” Lena sighed, sitting down on the armchair by the window. “And Jule knows first because she figured it out.” She explained to Eva.

“You should have seen her after the Barca match. She was so giddy, all blushy, and staring at her phone. Ugh, it was so cute. And then, after the home leg, she came into the changing room and couldn’t stop smiling. I’m surprised you haven’t caught on sooner; she’s not very subtle.” Jule gushed.

“So, it’s a Barca player? Who is it?” Sveindis asked.

“No, wait, let me guess,” Ewa shouted. “Ba-Batlle? Is that how you say it?” Lena giggled as Ewa bounced excitedly on the sofa.

“No, she has that maybe-thing with Bronze. Coll?” Sveindis countered.

“No, she’s definitely in a relationship; they did a lock screen video thing, and she was her girlfriend” Ewa and Sveindis pushed their heads together, coming up with ideas of who might have stolen their best friend's heart.

“What about Y/S/N? Y/N? Is that her name?” They looked to Lena for an answer. Whilst a verbal one wasn’t given, it wasn’t needed. The beaming smile was all that was required.

“Awww, she’s a cutie.” Ewa came over to hug Lena

“Real sweet, too. She came to check on Camilla when Pina did that tackle.” Sviendis agreed. “Now, tell us all about it. I want all the details!” They all got themselves comfy as Lena spilt all the information about the best few months of her life.

L💚: I told some of them

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg really??

[Initial]💙❤️: What did they say?????

L💚: They didn’t believe me at first ahahahaha

L💚: They thought u may have been Ona or Cata !!!!

[Initial]💙❤️: ahahahahahahhahahhahahahhahahaha

L💚: But then they said ur a cutie and real sweet

L💚: Which u r, obviously xxx

[Initial]💙❤️: Stoppppppp

[Initial]💙❤️: Ur gonna make me cry xx

[Initial]💙❤️: R u gonna tell the rest ?????

[Initial]💙❤️: No rush or anything xxx

L💚: Yeh I am xxx

L💚: I wanna tell the world ur mine xx

[Initial]💙❤️: now I’m actually crying wtf

[Initial]💙❤️: 1 photo image attached

[Initial]💙❤️: I wanna tell the world ur mine xxxxx

L💚: Schatzzzzzzz xxxx

[Initial]💙❤️: A nickname now?

L💚: Shut uppppp

[Initial]💙❤️: never

[Initial]💙❤️: Meine Liebeeeeeeee

L💚: 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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“Obi,” Alex called as the training ended for the day. “I need to talk to you.” Fuck! Lena tried to remember what she might have done to piss Alex off. She had behaved all training session – for the most part; the thing with the water was Riola’s fault, not hers. She was guided into an empty media room and was met with Svenja sitting on the table. Fuckkkkk! What had she done? Two players she saw as maternal figures had their Angry Faces on.

“Before you say anything. It wasn’t me,” Lena rushed to cover her back.

“What wasn’t you?” Svenja asked.

“Whatever you think I’ve done,” Lena answered cryptically. She wasn’t admitting to anything.

“So, you don’t have a girlfriend then?” Alex asked. “Sveindis was lying to Vivi?”

“Um … my answer depends on how mad you will be.” Lena ducked her head to avoid Alex’s gaze.

“We’re not mad that you have a girlfriend, Lena.” Svenja pushed herself from the table and took Lena’s hand.

“We’re mildly irritated we found out from changing room gossip,” Alex added, coming over to squeeze Lena’s shoulders. “Look at me,” she instructed when Lena still refused to look her in the eye.

“Your girlfriend is Y/F/N Y/S/N, yes? Barca’s number 17.”

“Yeh,” Lena couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face at the mention of you.

“Does she treat you well, Obi?” Svenja asked.

“Yes, she treats me very well.”

“And you treat her well?” Alex added.

“I like to think so. She said I make her happy.”

“Good. When will she next be in Wolfsburg? Or at a match?” Svenja asked

“I’m going to see her at her away game in Madrid when we have the free weekend, but our schedules don’t line up for a while after that. They match up again just after the international break, so she’s coming here.” Lena explained.

“Good, gives us longer to prepare a speech.” Alex said to Svenja

“Speech?” Lena asked, slightly weary of what might happen – she knew that the 2 women could be very intimidating, especially if you weren’t German or didn’t know them very well.

“Yes, a speech—the ‘do not mess with Obi’ speech. I don’t doubt you will get one from Putellas and maybe Bronze and Paños, too. They seem very protective of her.” Svenja pulled Lena into a hug as Alex ruffled her hair.

L💚: Whose speech will be worse? Alexia’s or Alex and Svenja’s?

[Initial]💙❤️: Hmm, scary Germans or scary Spaniards???

L💚: I will endure it

L💚: Just for u Schatz

[Initial]💙❤️: As will I

[Initial]💙❤️: Only 4 u meine Leibe

I hope you enjoyed this little sub-chapter thing. I'm on my uni holidays atm so hopefully I can write the next chapter fairly soon but I do have deadlines etc <3

Also thank you to all the love from the anons ahaha - it means a lot to me <3<3<3<3<3<3

[crxss01]

heyyy! can i request a fluffy e-42 miles morales x fem!reader? i want anything. maybe not a toxic relationship though, if you can?

— Sweet Baby

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ e-42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you and miles hit the one year anniversary and you guys decide to stay in to celebrate. this is where you find out that he is a hopeless romantic.

warnings ✧˖ ° fluff, hugging, kissing, mature themes (light), physical touch is miles love language and there is no room for argument, he also has a sweet tooth and no one can deny that!

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ mi niña: my (little) girl, cariño: (my) dear, princesa: princess, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, tienes esa mente toda sucia: you have that mind all dirty, mi angelito: my little angel.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i love some non-toxic e-42 miles so i loved writing this, hope you enjoy!

"hello, tia morales!" you said excitedly as you walked into her home.

"mi niña! how are you?" ms. morales asked as she held onto your shoulder, encouraging you to walk further in.

"i'm good, how have you been?" you asked back with a kind smile.

"i have been good, cariño." she looked you up and down as you two stopped walking, humming at your outfit. "you look so beautiful and just perfect, everything my boy deserves."

you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up at that comment. "thank you, tia."

"you're welcome, cariño." she smiled. "now, go upstairs to the roof. miles has been working on that since yesterday night, didn't want help from anyone, and it look—" she slapped her hand on her mouth, closing her eyes and cursing in spanish. "i wasn't suppose to say anything."

you laughed once again, something that was usual to do when in the presence of rio morales. "don't worry, i won't tell him." you smiled and made your way to the stairs that would lead you to the rooftop.

you suspected that miles had been lying this entire time and that he just had pretended to have forgotten your anniversary and invited you over last minute this afternoon to have ‘ramen noddles’ with you, and now you were glad that you had dressed up nicely just in case.

as you reached the staircase you noticed how it was decorated with yellow fairy lights and petals laid on each step leading up to the door of the roof where an awkward miles was standing and he was dressed up nicely as well with his hands in his packets, a timid smile on his face.

"hey, princesa." he said and reached a hand out.

you immediately went up the steps, not so fast so that you wouldn't fall but not slow either. when you got near him you took his hand and he pulled you up the final step, his other hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

"hey, bonito." you said and grabbed his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

he kissed you back, letting go of your hand and pulling you closer to him.

pulling away you squinted at him. "now why didn't you tell me you were planning this?"

"i wanted to surprise you, mami." he looked away, embarrassed.

a soft smile took over your features, and you put a finger under his chin, turning his face to you. "and i love this surprise, but what if i hadn't come dressed like this? i would look stupid next to my well dressed and handsome boyfriend." you fake pouted.

"you can never look stupid, ma." he shook his head and gave a peck to your lips. "now, you're going to put this on because the surprise isn't over." he lifted up a blindfold.

"uhh, what is that for?" you raised your eyebrows a few times.

"tienes esa mente toda sucia," he chuckled and started putting the blindfold on you, tying it in the back of your head. "don't worry you won't have it on for long."

"okay, i'm trusting you miles. don't lead me to the edge." you joked as he started leading you somewhere on the roof.

"i would never." you heard him say, but he sounded serious.

you two stopped walking and he took the blindfold off your eyes, you blinked a few times until your eyes focused again. the scenery in front of you made you gasp, it was beautiful and miles had done everything on his own.

on the floor laid a white with purple stripes picnic blanket that looked so delicate along with your favorite flowers inside multiple little bases that sat around the blanket, more fairy lights were lighting up the spot but this time in your favorite color instead of yellow, different types of foods and snacks that you and miles both liked laid there neatly and a cooler was open right outside the blanket showing your favorite drinks along with miles' favorites and water, board games like uno were also there on the blanket, and finally in the center of everything was a cake that was white with purple words that read 'one year down, forever to go."

"miles..." you looked at him teary eyed. "oh gosh!" you exclaimed, starting to fan your eyes. "i can't cry now, my mascara!"

miles laughed. "i take that as a you like it?" he sounded unsure.

"like it? i love it!" you jumped at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he hugged you back, arms coming around your waist. "thank you, thank you, thank you..." you whispered into his neck.

"anything for you, mi angelito."

you pulled away from his neck and kissed him, pouring in everything you were feeling at the moment into it. you wanted to tell him with that what words couldn’t describe and you hoped that he got the message.

after breaking off the kiss, you two settled down on the floor, sitting next to each other when miles pulled you into him making you lay your back against his chest.

“so…” you said. “what should we start with?”

“the cake.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

[strawberrysainz]

pretty visitors. charles leclerc

“ at carlos and isa’s wedding, a certain someone can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. you can’t either. ”

charles leclerc x reader

a warning — crude language and alcohol consumption.

from leila; “a short little something for ya. xx”

The wedding photographer was calling Isa’s friends to come take a picture, and you downed the champagne you were holding, dropping your belongings on the table chaotically before rushing outside the tent to the beautiful lawn in the forefront of the vineyard.

It was a gorgeous Spanish summer evening, absolutely perfect conditions to hold a wedding, and you couldn’t help but get a little emotional with nostalgia when you see Isa laughing in the glow of the early evening, remembering the chaos of your early twenties trying to learn Spanish from her, then going to work in motorsport- where your personal and work lives crossed when you accidentally introduced Carlos to Isa.

You hugged her again, surrounded by all of these lovely women from all over, and she kissed your cheek.

“Tu es si belle [you are so beautiful],” you say in French, pursing your lips trying not to cry again, and everyone agrees loudly, emotional on the champagne.

“Shut up,” Isa says. “I’ve tried not to cry the whole day and now you might make me.” You laugh, and everyone follows.

Many pictures are taken, and more champagne is poured while the newlyweds walk around, grasping hands.

You head back to the table to get your phone quickly, wanting to take pictures of the gradual setting sun, when you see Charles putting his things down next to your seat. “Ah, you are my seat buddy?” You say, smiling, and he brings you in for a hug. “Ravi de vous voir [nice to see you]” he answers with a peck to your cheeks, and you pick up your phone. “Please can I take a picture of you and Carlos!” You shout, slightly tipsy, yielding it, and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t you dare send it to the social media team.”

You wink.

Eventually you manage to get Carlos with him to take a picture while the sun sets, and someone’s aunt comes to snatch your phone. “Ve a estar con ellos [go be with them],” your rusty Spanish helps you, and you go to stand in the middle; Charles taps Carlos. “Kiss her cheek!”

You laugh when they both smush their lips on your cheeks, giggling uncontrollably as the auntie grins from behind your phone.

Someone gets Isa to join in, running in between them to kiss you on the lips, and Carlos gasps dramatically. “Ay! Ay why do you steal my bride?”

You nearly can’t breathe when you get your phone back, cooing at the photos you got.

💌💋💐💿🍓

Dinner flies by; you’re seated with Charles, Lando, Daniel and Heidi, a few of your friends from the paddock, and from home, and their partners. You laugh and get progressively more drunk as the night continues.

You find yourself resting your cheek against Charles’ for Lando’s camera, and your smile is wide and real.

Eventually the first dance happens, and suddenly you’re all dancing, and then the stronger drinks are distributed, and the night gets more fun.

You find yourself dancing with Charles, spinning and jumping, and your silky dress is a blur, his grinning face imprinted in your mind.

Eventually you stop, going outside for a breather, and he follows you.

The alcohol has finally hit you like a train, and your smile is bright and boozy as you sit on the grass in the fresh night air.

He sits down next to you, eyes droopy, and you rest your head on his shoulder with a drunken huff.

A slow song is playing from inside, and he stands up unsteadily, pulling you up, and he dances with you, swaying slowly.

You gaze into his eyes, heart beating wildly in that way only this night could describe.

“Tu es incroyablement belle [you are incredibly beautiful],” he whispers, and your eyes soften.

Daniel calls for the two of you loudly, and you reply, breaking away with a reluctance you didn’t realise you had.

The party carries on, Lando stealing the DJ’s job, and you find yourself stealing glances at Charles every moment you can get, looking away hurriedly when he does the same.

“There’s something about a wedding, no?” A friend shouts in your ear, and you giggle, nodding.

Charles brushes your arm about an hour later at the bar, ordering something strong, and he murmurs something too soft in your ear for you to hear. His lips on your ear make you shiver though, so when his fingers grasp your arm you nearly lose yourself in him.

“Charles,” you slur. “I’m too drunk to kiss you right now.”

He cackles then, and loses his balance; you grab him with an equally loud laugh.

“I know, me too. Tomorrow. I promise.” He says, and kisses your cheek. You hug him tight then, whispering promises of forever.

💌💋💐💿🍓

A pounding headache wakes you up the next morning, two of your friends next to you in the king sized bed. You yawn, getting up to make coffee and get something to help with the hangover.

After you resemble a functional being, you try to look through the mess of the villa to find your nearly-dead phone, where texts from Charles from last night await you.

4:23

Noo why did you go to b Ed

Lando and i are still shooting Jägers

4:56

i think I wil L go to bed later now maybe

Borin G without you

5:20

Fuck I got ya be awake soon

Nibht night

9:50

Please don’t read any of that please

Gonna go get some croissants and orange juice please find a 🍾 so we can make some mimosas i want to drink still lol

We can have a nice brunch thing by the patio

Save me a kiss

The last text leaves you somewhat bashful, and you try to rake a hand through your knotted hair, yawning, opening the fridge to get a bottle of champagne and two glasses to set on the counter.

A knock on the door some minutes later makes you grab the things and take them to greet him. He sets down a blanket on the grass; you put down the bottle and glasses next to his bag of fresh croissants.

“I’m sorry I’m still in my pyjamas,” you laugh, and the smirk on his face makes you blush. “I think you look cute.”

“Cute enough for a kiss?” You say, scrunching your nose, and he hands you the mimosa.

“The cutest.”

His kiss brought the sun, and you could bask in it forever.

💌💋💐💿🍓

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holy shit my besties got married, isa & carlos may your love last forever. proudest to know you. also you know im serious when there’s an outfit change 🖤

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landonorris you were the worst bridesmaid

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username i may be delulu but that could be mr charles himself…..

isahernaez ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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you guys finally got married. beautiful beautiful couple ❤️‍🔥

username HOL UP THATS yourinstagram BLACK DRESS ???????

carlossainz55 can’t drink jägerbombs again after you mate

username 😳😳😳😳 Y/N??????

username charles you are NOT subtle

heidiberger_ thanks for being the photographer! lando was awful

landonorris girl????

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going to the chapel and we’re….

username THAT IS Y/N’S BLACK DRESS AND CHARLES HAIR. OMFG

author’s note — if you have requests, feel free to send in! 💌

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[paddockbunny]

The Dress

Summary: Fernando Alonso is the biggest flirt in Formula One and he particularly likes flirting with you. This is what happens when you happen to wear a dress he more than likes. Rating: 16+ with adult, mature themes Pairing : Fernando Alonso x Reader Word Count : 958 - ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : NSFW themes implied, flirting, age gap relationships and a little sprinkle of judgey colleagues Images : Found on Pinterest 💕 Authors Note : I forgot to answer this as a request 🫠

List : List A. Prompt : #143 - “You look beautiful. But I’m afraid you’d look more gorgeous with that dress off you.” (Note: line changed to - ““You wear such a beautiful dress and don’t expect me to be the one taking it off you?”

Fernando was a flirt. A first class, top rate flirt. As soon as you joined the paddock as an onscreen presenter last year you realised this. You grew up watching the man race so to have him in front of you constantly trying to get you to blush was perhaps the most flattering thing to ever happen in your life. Your stomach twisted when you noticed he was walking over. His PR handler giving you the knowing nod before he himself reached you. He had had a podium finish (P3) so you knew he was going to be more flirtatious than usual with you.

“Ah” He smiled broadly. “Mi Princesa de la television.” He called you by the nickname he had bestowed upon you mid last season – which, with the help of Google translate, you worked out meant my television princess – and was always a sure fire way to make you smile for him. You found the older man more handsome since he made his move to Aston Martin. Not that he wasn’t handsome before but the dark green set off against his lovely tanned skin really got you going. This year he seemed like he was more relaxed and gave insightful, thoughtful answers to your questions more than his frustrating years at Alpine.

Your interview with him went by in the blink of an eye and not once did he ever break eye contact with you which meant you spent the whole time keeping your heart rate under control. You never failed to get big smiles out of him and today, celebrating his podium, was no different. Your “friendship” with Fernando was something that made you the envy of other journalists in the paddock. He was always your easiest interviewee and saved all the good sound bites especially for you. As you noticed the light on the top of your cameraman’s camera go off – signalling you were no longer live – Fernando couldn’t wait to take the opportunity suddenly handed to him. In perfect English he asks you; “What are your plans tonight?” Which resulted in you explaining you were intending to pack your suitcase so you were ready for your early morning flight home. Fernando replies quickly with a defiant head shake and practically orders you into having dinner with him.

“Fernando I cant, it’s really not,” You were going to say appropriate but he stopped you midsentence. He leaned in across the barrier, his hot breath ghosted across your cheek. For the briefest of moments you thought he might kiss you and cause a hell of a media storm but he didn’t. He simply continued toward your ear. His lips dangerously close to it when he was the boldest he had ever been.

“You wear such a beautiful dress and don’t expect me to be the one taking it off you?” His words dripped with his strong Spanish accent. They lashed at the sensitive skin on your neck as you tried hard not to let out a shocked gasp at his words. It was the first time he had been so bold since he had began this dance of flirting with you. The sudden forwardness sent a strong pulsating ache straight between your thighs as you thought about him doing exactly what he suggested, removing your dress.

“And now you’re thinking about me naked.” He pulled back and smirked broadly. It made you laugh. Really laugh. Enough that other people snapped their necks to check out what was going on. You didn’t need to see the reactions of your fellow journalists because you could already feel their eyes on you (and their no doubt disapproving looks). They hadn’t been able to hear what Fernando had whispered to you but the action of him leaning in like that was clearly enough to spark their imaginations.

“Dinner, Hermosa. Then you can decide if that dress looks better on or on my hotel room floor.” They had certainly heard that one. He hadn’t bothered to lower his voice this time. As one older, European commentator tutted audibly – It would have been dumb of you not to register his reaction as him attempting to shame you for being a rather above average looking woman working in motorsport (as if you hadn’t already faced all of their degrading comments about your looks almost every single race weekend already) but you realised you didn’t care – you felt an unexpected boldness grip hold of you that somewhat mimicked the man standing in front of you (trying hard not to check out your boobs in your dress).

“Dinner.” Fernando raised his eyebrow at your acceptance “And then we will see about the dress.” He had never heard you so confident before. You crumbled whenever he would toy with you but this time you accepted his offer in the most alluring manner you could muster. You had always been a nervous flirt - always the one to back down when it started getting too obvious – but now, in this setting with colleagues ready to judge you, you simply thought “fuck it”. If this was your one chance to fuck a formula one driver by hell you were going to take it.

[writtenapoiogy]

touch; jaime reyes

pairing: jaime reyes x f!reader

summary: jaime comes home from getting a haircut THATS REALLY IT (i had a different idea when i started writing this but it took a diff direction)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, dry humping, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, porn with plot-ish, some good ole fuckin

a/n: i haven’t written in like 2 years so bear with me if this isn’t that good 😭

Jaime loved your touch.

He loved when you held hands. When you kissed, and his hands wrapped around your waist. Your hands held his cheeks and then ran into his hair. He loved the way your lips felt on his neck. He loved every single way you touched him. He simply could never get enough of feeling your touch.

And he loved nothing more than when you played in his hair. Raking your fingers through it. Putting random braids in it, just as long as your hands were on his head.

During a heated makeout session, all hot breath, hushed moans, and gasps. Raking your fingers through his hair. Pulling on his hair. He loved it all.

So as you were laying on his bed waiting for him to get home from the barber, you were shocked when he showed up with his hair cut down to almost a buzz.

You gasped as soon as he came into the room, “What happened??”

“He messed up.” Jaime frowned.

You giggled, “Oh, it’s okay baby, you still look handsome.”

“You’re laughing, mi amooor,” he drawled out as he plopped down in his bed, resting his head on your lap.

You hold back a laugh as you lightly run your fingers through his now-nonexistent curls. “Jaime, it is okay. It will grow back,” you couldn’t help but let a chuckle out. His hair was now probably about 3 inches long and sat just across the top of his forehead.

Jaime wrapped his arms around your waist and grumbled against your lower stomach, “Stop laughing!”

“I can’t help it! Your reaction is making me laugh!”

Jaime lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his beautiful deep brown ones. You saw for only a quick second a bit of mischievousness flash in his eyes before he removed his arms from behind your waist and started tickling you relentlessly.

“JAIME…STOP… PLEASE!” You barely got out through your laughs.

He didn’t let up, laughing at your struggle, “As long as you promise not to laugh at me.”

“...I pro..mise… I PROMISE.. I PROMISE,” You finally got out.”Please.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.”

You roll your eyes at him but the smile on your face never wavers. He crawls over you to meet you face-to-face. He stares deeply into your eyes as you sit there and catch your breath from laughing so hard.

God, he’s handsome.

You can’t stop yourself from taking a longing glance at his lips, taking in the cute little beauty mark right under the right side of his lip. You smile to yourself as you look back up at his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself from running your hands up his chest and cupping his face.

Oh, this boy was everything to you. He was your entire heart.

You pull him down to your lips and you both melt into each other. It’s a warm and soft kiss but at the same time a searing and passionate kiss. The perfect mixture that set your body aflame every time he placed his lips on yours. Jaime just had a way of making you feel like you were on fire. He knew where to touch you, where to kiss you, what to say.

He was perfect.

Jaime began to lightly press his tongue into the line of your puckered lips. You eagerly allowed him to let his tongue in to lick and prod into your mouth. All while he wrapped his arms around you bringing you tightly against him. His left hand moves down to grip your ass. He ground his hips against yours moaning, as he deepened your kiss.

He was hard. Very hard.

You moaned into his mouth, taking your hands to the back of his head to grip his luscious locks out of pure habit but frowned when you realized there was nothing.

Jaime pulled away at your frown. He swore in Spanish, “I'm gonna miss how good it felt to have you grasping and tugging on my hair.” He kissed your lips, then said, “I’m never going back to that barber shop again.”

You nodded in agreement before he bent back down to capture your mouth with his again.

You removed your lips from his to start to undress him. You desperately needed to feel his warm skin against yours. All over you. You wanted to- No, you needed to be against him completely bare. Nothing in between the two of you.

And you got what you wanted cause as soon as his pants and underwear fell to the floor he got to work on getting you as naked as him. Once nothing was acting as a barrier to the two of you. He ground against you completely raw and bare, rubbing his hard cock through your folds and against your clit.

You let out a whimper and he quickly swallowed it with a kiss before trailing kisses from your neck down to your abdomen. He spread your legs as far apart as they could go to have you wide open in front of him. He licked his lips before blowing his breath along your heat, teasing you.

You jutted your hips up at him silently asking him to touch you or put his mouth on you. You didn't know which one you needed, you just knew you needed him to give you something or you were going to explode.

He laughed at your clear need for him. Jaime had this need to taste you like he’d never had a drink and had grown quite thirsty. Just an overwhelming need. He brought his mouth down against your wet hot cunt, not wasting a second.

Jaime hummed against you as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds everytime he went down he stuck his tongue inside your opening making you whine as he continued to tease you. He moved his tongue to your clit licking it, aggressively.

“Jaime,” you moaned. You knew you wanted to scream and you couldn’t believe you were so close to coming and he had just put his mouth on you. He knew your body so well it made you want to burst.

“Fuck. Jaime…” You cried out when he slid two fingers into your pussy stretching you open so you were ready for him.

And not even 10 seconds later, you were coming and shaking as you gripped whatever hair you could on top of his head as you rode your high against his face.

He licked you clean and brought himself back up to your face. As he made his assent you felt him rub his dick through your folds and then pushed it down so that the head was at your entrance just barely pushing into you. You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that your senses were on one hundred, especially down there.

He laid a very wet sloppy kiss on your lips, he stuck his tongue into your mouth swiftly licking your tongue, just leaving you wanting more before saying, “You ready for me mami?”

You moaned at the pet name and then nodded, “Yes, handsome. I’m always ready for you.” You smiled at him in a way that made him almost come right then and there

He pushed his cock into you. As always, you gasped like it was the first time again. There was nothing better than the feeling of being filled by the love of your life. Jaime shuddered, feeling your warm wet walls gripping him in deeper.

“Fuck mi amor,” he groaned, “Your pussy feels so good.”

You could only moan in response. He started thrusting, going slow and deep so you could feel every single inch of him. His strokes were nothing but perfect. He hit all the right spots turning you into a pile of mush. He was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Jai..Jaime,” you stuttered through a moan.

Jaime smiled down at you as he fucked you deeply with passion. His eyes staring right into you watching you fall apart because of him. He couldn’t get enough.

His moans and grunts did nothing but bring you closer and closer to your release. He was not quiet and that was something you loved immensely. You were close. So close. And he knew that so he picked up his pace. You didn’t even have to ask, he knew your body that well.

You whimpered, wrapping your arms over his shoulders to pull him down on top of you. That didn’t stop his thrusts or throw off his tempo either. He kept going knowing you were almost there. This angle was perfect. It was deeper and he kept rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

You loved the feeling of him going in and out of you. You kept trying to look down at the two of you connecting. He smirked down at you, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. Jaime glanced down at what you were unfortunate not to see. He moaned and almost came right then.

“Dios mío,” Jaime whimpered. "You're so wet for me." Your cunt was getting wetter as you got closer to your release. That was enough to bring him to the brink of his own release. “Come for me. Please come for me Y/N. I know you wanna come baby let it go.”

You let it all go, feeling your body shake and tremble. You kissed him so that you didn’t scream. You wrapped your arms around him tightly pulling him as close to you as possible, needing something to stabilize you.

Feeling you coat his cock with your juices sent him over the edge. His thrusts stuttered and lost their rhythm as he spilled his warm seed into you, moaning into your mouth.

He had to remove his mouth from yours to catch his breath. He grunted as his last rope of come left his cock. You didn’t miss the whimper he let out feeling you clench around him.

“Fuck Jaime.” You smiled up at him and wiped the sweat off his forehead that was making his very short hair stick to it.

“That was good.” You both said at the same time.

The both of you let out a breathy laugh.

You took a good look at him. Puffy red lips and flushed cheeks. And his heavenly brown eyes. He was so beautiful.

“I love you, my pretty boy.” You said before placing a kiss on his soft lips.

After pulling away from the kiss, “I love you more, mi amor.” Jaime replied.

He pulled out of your warm heat and you whimpered at the loss of the fullness you once felt. The both of you cuddled till you drifted off to sleep.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Touch Me Like Nobody Else Does.

Ona Batlle x Reader, SMUT 18+ don't read or i’ll tell your mom. first shot at smut so i don't know if it's any good lol

If you haven’t figured out where the title is from I’d recommend listening to the song while reading.

9AM Friday somewhere in Barcelona

The smell of breakfast poured into the room as you woke up. It smelled good; eggs and peppers were definitely on the menu today. However, the bed was cold and did not contain a certain defender you had dreamed about last night. You smiled though, knowing she had the weekend off this week and you had some catching up to do. Being in a relationship with a world-class footballer wasn’t easy, her schedules were so packed you wondered how you even got to see her at all, let alone have some quality time. Finally, they had a weekend with no game plus the Friday off to let loose a little.

You climbed out of bed and searched for your shirt, shuffling into the bathroom to freshen up. You heard the stove turn off and the clattering of utensils, a soft “joder!” following after before you walked into the living room. There stood your girlfriend of a year and a half, clad only in your huge shirt and her hair up in a messy bun. She had never looked more beautiful; a huge smile on her face when she saw you walk in.

“Hola, hermosa,” she said softly, hands wrapping around your neck as your arms wrapped around her small waist. “Hi gorgeous, breakfast smells amazing.” You lips locks onto hers and she gasps, hands tangled in your hair and body pressed to yours tightly. Your hands trail lower, giving her ass a little squeeze and tap before walking over to the table to eat. She smacks your arm and curses at you in Spanish, grinning with burning cheeks.

“What’s with breakfast? You usually like to sleep in on off days.” You ask her, sipping on your second cup of coffee. She shrugs, eyes looking everywhere else but at you. “Amor?” you say, a deeper blush creeping up on her face. “I-I just thought that maybe we could… Dios mío…stay in bed the rest of the day but we needed the energy so I made breakfast.” She answered the last bit quickly, face turning even redder than before. You laugh at her insinuation, clearly the two of you had the same idea when the long weekend was announced. You push your chair back and hold your arms out for her to sit in your lap. She sheepishly does, resting her head on your chest. “You never have to do anything special just to ask for me to love on you okay? While I appreciate the perfect breakfast today, you can always tell me if you’re in the mood, I’ll drop everything for you my love.” She nods softly, face tucked in your neck as she slowly begins to leave soft kisses. Your hands have a mind of their own, caressing her firm thighs lightly to rile her up. She already starts to whine and squirm, a loud chuckle leaving your lips as you carry her back into your room.

You lay her on the bed, eyes already darkening. You stand over her with a kind smile on your face. “I need you to tell me what you expect today baby, anything you want hm? Today is about you.” You tell her, sitting beside her on your huge bed. “I don’t mind, anything you’re in the mood for.” Her eyes were already big and glossed over. You peck her lips, cupping her cheeks softly. “Okay hermosa. We can make that happen.” You crawl up the bed over her, kissing her lightly. She laid splayed out on the bed, wanting to be a pillow princess today. You could only indulge her; she deserved it for working so hard the past few weeks. Kisses spread lower, hands pulling her shirt off and smirking when there were no undergarments hiding her perfect body. She bit her lip, wanting your reaction aloud. “You’re so beautiful, it’s distracting.” It was true, her body was so intricate and reactive, you didn’t know where to touch; where to kiss; where to love. You kissed down her toned stomach, hands pinning hers to the bed. Her back arched into your kisses; body covered in goosebumps as it reacted to your touches. Everywhere you touched lit her on fire, body wanting so deeply it hurt.

“Fuck, Ona.” You growled, grasping her waist and taking her breast in your mouth to suck on deeply. She was close to tears and you hadn’t even touched her where she needed you most. “P-Please, Y/N/N…I-I need you.” She whined so beautifully it made your knees buckle. You gave in, right hand cupping her heat and rubbing her soaked folds slowly. “Fuck!” she cried out, body like an electric fence; high voltage and waiting to release her charge. Your mouth didn’t waver, sucking and nibbling every inch of skin that would let you. She was wet and warm, fingers gliding through her swollen folds too easily.

“I-Inside, inside please amor.” She chanted, legs wide open and inviting. Again, you gave into her pleas; you were aching too but focused on her, wanting to give her what she wanted. You pushed her further up the bed and got between her legs. Her core was so warm and desperate you swore you could feel the heat radiating off her. She was a beautiful mess; hair stuck to her face, body flushed and skin covered in your hickeys. She was going to be teased to no end in the locker room on Monday but she couldn’t care less; she wanted everyone to know that she was well taken care of.

You suck on her clit softly, pressing her legs back and open. You could read Ona too easily; she was an open book around you. Her hands shoot to hold your head, jaw slack as she soaked up the attention. Her legs tremble and you suck on her harder, tongue flicking over her swollen bud in wild patterns. She couldn’t concentrate as your mouth worked wonders between her legs. You pulled back slightly, kissing her inner thighs. “Hold your legs open for me, darling. There’s a good girl.” She swore she almost came when you praised her. It was well known even outside the bedroom that Ona liked praise, you were sure to shower her with them liberally.

“I’m gonna try one, okay?” you told her, middle finger circling her hole gently. She liked slow and intimate sex, very rarely asking you to be rougher. She also liked being told what you were doing to her; made her heart beat faster when you explained in dirty detail the things you wished you could do to her. She was so wet and aroused that your finger slipped in easily. You rested your head on her thigh, arm wrapped around her hip to rub her clit as you fingered her gently. Her chest huffed and puffed, hyper focused on your touches as she tumbled quickly towards orgasm. Your tongue joined the party, mouth watering at her sweet taste. Tongue flicking her clit, a second finger entering her and a soft hum from you catapulted her closer to her release. Ona was shaking like a leaf, hands tugging your hair as she desperately needed something to ground her.

“Coming, I’m coming!” she yelled. Her hole clenched about five more times before she writhed and whined, orgasm crashing down on her so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. You helped her ride it out, fingers stroking her folds gently as you cooed at her. “That’s it darling, ride it out.” You tell her, kissing her lips gently. She blushed hard, hand cupping your face as you made out.

You climbed out of bed and reached for the nightstand. She smiled knowingly at you, waiting to see what you pulled out of the naughty drawer. You picked her favorite strap, the perfect size to feel full but still get all those delicious places inside her. “How do you want it, baby?” you ask her, pulling the harness on. “Wanna see you,” she said simply, legs opening wide as she settled into the bed. You got between her legs again, hand licking your fingers before rubbing her clit again. She was sensitive but she enjoyed the soft ache within her. Grabbing the lube, you spread a little over the fake appendage as she watched you with blown out pupils. “Ready?” you scoot closer, rubbing her thighs softly. You smile as she nods, hands pulling her legs back wider for you. You lean in, the tip of the toy nudging itself into her. She takes it well, your fingers and her orgasm having opened her up nicely. “You’re doing so well, cariño.” You whisper into her ear, holding her as you slide in more. “Almost there, hm? Such a good girl you are.” She whimpers, holding onto you tighter as you slowly begin to thrust into her. You fuck her slow and deep, exactly how she likes, her hands holding onto your thighs. You assault her neck with love bites, her hands now unsure of what to hold onto as your hips speed up a little just as a soft “faster…” left her pretty lips.

Satisfied with your art on her neck you lean back and thrust in deeper, pulling her closer and draping her legs over your shoulders. The angle gets the toy deeper into her and hits her sweet spot. She gasps hard, eyes finding yours as you pound the toy into that spot over and over. Her legs tremble and you hold onto her, wanting to push her to the edge faster. “Please, I-I’m gonna…gonna cum Y/N please, please let me cum. I’ve been good!” “Yes you have been, mi amor. The best girl for me. Come on, babe. Come for me, darling. You’re gonna look so pretty falling apart on my cock, sí?” you egg her on, the tremble in her legs intensifying. Your fingers find her clit and you rub her nub hard, as her eyes shut tight and her body lets go.

“Fuck, Y/N!” she yells as she comes, body pushing the strap out of her from the force of her orgasm. She writhes as you keep rubbing her folds, fingers shoving themselves into her as she rides her orgasm out. You pull away as she calms down, legs twitching and lungs gasping for air. You quickly take the harness off and pull her into your arms, cradling her softly as she calmed down. She leans into you, body spent and boneless.

She lets you move her around, leaving her for just a second to grab a washcloth to wipe her down. You help her finish a bottle of water and wrap her up in your robe before carrying her into the bathroom to start a bath for her. She makes you climb in with her, laying back against you as you hold her in the warm water.

“Thank you, amor.” She says quietly, turning her head to look back at you. You see the love in her eyes, your arms wrapping around her soapy middle as your lips find hers. She kisses back softly, leaning into the palm of your hand that rests on her cheek.

“I love you, Ona.”

“Yo también te quiero, carinõ.”

[toreigh]

Sloppy I peso pluma x novia!reader

summary: Spanish speaking with no translation. You go to his show, teasing him before it starts. what can you say, you couldn’t resist. Part 2 for after the show maybe?

pairings: peso pluma x novia!reader

word count: 1,004

warnings/notes: SMUT! cursing, spitting, choking, swallowing, oral!male reciving Pesito is obsessed with you, but what’s new?

feel free to send any requests to my inbox, if you enjoyed I would love more ideas or tropes lovelys.

“Mi amorrr.” You said coming up behind him while he stood in the mirror fixing his chain. He had just came back from sound check.

“Sí que paso?” He asked cautiously.

“Nada pero, I just.. you looked really good out there.” You said locking eyes with him through the mirror.

“Sí?” He replied.

“Sí.” You replied back giving him those eyes through the mirror.

He turned around looking down at you, and leaned into kiss you slowly. One thing about him, he loved praise. You tilted his head back starting to kiss his neck. You didn’t leave marks though. Not yet.

“Y/nnn. Estas siendo mala.” He said feeling himself get hard through his shorts.

"Lo siento bebe, do you want me to stop?" You said pulling away for a moment.

"No, pero someone could see us. You know that." He said looking at you with daring eyes.

You leaned in, speaking into his ear, "Then let them see bebe."

You sunk to your knees feeling him through his shorts you looked up at him. Sort of a silent consent, he shook his head yes. And you didn't need to be told twice.

You pulled the shorts and underwear down in one. You kissed the tip looking up at him. You slowly put him in your mouth, as his face twisted in pleasure. He was very sensitive and responsive so it was always fun.

He was so swollen he was almost purple, and the lipstick marks on him was a delightful sight. You gave your mouth a rest and worked him with your hands, spreading the slickness all over his dick before jerking him off.

Hassan breathed in a shaky gasp as you flicked your tongue along the most sensitive place on the underside of his head.

"A la verga," he swore.

His phone buzzed with a series of texts.

You gave him a wry look, wrapping your lips around just the tip, and to your surprise, he seemed not to have even noticed his phone. Which was good. You knew your were working him to his limit, which is why you didn't have much time.

"Slow down, amor." he said, his jaw clenched.

Nunca. You smirked around his cock and didn't slow down one bit. He seemed to lose the words to ask you again to slow down.

"Y/n," Hassan moaned --a panicked warning.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked as you bobbed on him, just the way he liked it. Just the way you knew would make him start falling apart. It was working. Hassan's back arched and his breaths grew shallow and strained. Between your lips, you could feel him swell.

"Y/n, por favor," he gasped, and you raised an eyebrow at the pretty word from his lips. Please.

It was time you pulled that perfect trick out from your sleeve. You brought your hands to his slutty waist and pulled his hips toward you all the way. His cock hit the soft, warm place at the back of your throat. You breathed in and out with steady, calm breaths through your nose.

"No puedo...Y/n, -fuuuuuuck!"

You took all of him, every inch. His cock slid down the back of your throat.

Through your watery eyes, you looked up at him and saw the disoriented astonishment on his face. And oh, how you wished you could capture the disoriented astonishment on his face in my memory forever. He looked as if he'd never experienced anything like this, ever.

You liked the way it felt, Hassan filling your throat like this, spit dribbling down your chin- not to mention his reaction. Relaxing your throat as much as possible, your lips hit the base of Hassan's dick, the tip of your nose poking his pelvis. He gasped out, a choked sound.

You swallowed around him, the muscles of your throat contracting. You knew he could feel everything.

"Y/n," he nearly sobbed your name out. His voice was so weak, almost broken. You'd broken him.

"Yo... por favor no pares..."

And you didn't stop.

Hassan whole body went rigid and his hips stuttered. You held him steady as his cock pulsed, and with one loud moan, he couldn't stop himself. He went over the edge. He didn’t care who heard in this moment. You pulled out a bit and braced yourself. His knees nearly giving out, Hassan arched into you and released the tension in his body. You felt his whole cock surge and pulse as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts.

You swallowed everything.

As you slowly slid yourself off his cock, gasping for breath, spit covering your mouth, Hassan nearly lost his balance. He leaned against the counter next to him, still panting, still unable to say anything. You wiped your mouth in satisfying action.

You pulled up his shorts up, standing back up. He looked at you in awe. You swollen lips and beautiful eyes.

"¿Cómo lo hice?" You asked breaking the silence.

"So good, mi amor." He said leaning in for a kiss. His spanish accent when he spoke english made you want to do unspeakable things. He pulled back giving you that devastating smile.

After a long moment of eye contact. "I need to go clean up, unless you want me showing up looking like I just deepthroated your cock." He jolted in surprise at your words.

"You're going to pay for this later," he said, but it was more of a stammer than a warning.

You smiled through your eyelashes, rubbing at your bottom lip absentmindedly. And then you turned away from Hassan, letting your hips sway as you ambled in the direction of the vanity.

[jksprincess10]

Precious || Sugar daddy ! Lucien Flores x reader

Summary: You meet with your sugar daddy at his California residence. (2k words)

CW: sex in exchange of money and luxuries, feelings, slight angst, infidelity (Lucien is married), jealousy, daddy kink, English and Spanish pet names, f masturbation, fingering, blowjob, praise kink, dom!lucien, unprotected p in v, emotions, sad-ish ending (sorry i'm feeling emo), minimal editing. Also, I haven't seen the movie, so this might be OOC,

A/N: We all saw that video right? Thank you twitter for this. Also, thanks to @ozarkthedog who inspired some of this.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

When you made an arrangement with an older man for money, you hadn't expected that he would be... hot. You also didn't expect to fall for him.

But standing in front of you, Lucien Flores was something else. A colorful, silk-like shirt let you see glimpses of golden skin. Expensive jewelry on his throat. A wedding band on his finger as he brought the cigarette to his lips. From a wife he did not care about. A wife he left at his main residency.

But here, in California, everything was a dream. He treated you like a princess, all you had to do was to be pretty and let him fuck you, which wasn't hard when he was so handsome, and when you were madly in love with him.

"Was your trip okay?"

"Yes, everything was perfect. Thank you for the first-class trip, daddy."

He smirked and let the cigarette fall to the ground, before crushing it with his shoe. He sat on one of the lounge chairs on the patio and patted his lap to encourage you to sit on it. You climbed up and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you. His strong cologne tickled your nose.

"I missed you." He whispered, and you wished you could believe him. You wished he had missed your personality, your humor, and not only the way you sucked his cock.

"I missed you too." You responded truthfully.

“Sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

“I don’t know, what will you do?” You responded mischievously.

“Did you bring the bikini I got you? Will you go lay prettily in the pool while I get some work done, hm?”

You nodded enthusiastically, and got off his lap to strip off your tight dress to reveal the red bikini that covered barely anything. The top was just enough to cover your nipples, and the bottom was more of a g-string than anything else. Lucien’s gaze devoured you, making you feel vulnerable, but hot.

You did as he said, laying in the pool on top of an oversized donut as he took work calls on the patio, attentive dark eyes looking at you from time to time.

After an hour under the sun, waiting for him, you got bored, and you wanted to play. Lucien was still on a call with a client, and you vaguely heard him speak Spanish, words about house prices and vague promises. You waited until he looked at you, then, your hand sneaked under your bikini bottoms that left little to the imagination. Like an automatism, your fingers recolted some of your wetness before circling your clit. The point wasn't as much to pleasure yourself than to provoke Lucien.

His eyes darkened, his attention fully on you as he kept speaking. He simply curved his fingers in your direction, beckoning you to come closer.

So, you did. You ungracefully got out of the pool and walked towards him like an obedient puppy.

"What are you doing?" He mouthed to you, while his client talked on the other end.

"I'm waiting for you." You responded innocently.

Lucien didn't seem satisfied with your answer. He got closer to you, until you were stuck to the patio door, your ass leaving a mark on the clean glass. He kept talking on the phone, as if nothing peculiar was happening, and he pulled your bikini to the side, so he could access your seam. His fingers went through your slit, sensing how wet you were. He looked at you with a disapproving look, and you gasped as he started circling your clit.

"... yes sir, with your budget, I certainly can find you the house of your dreams... I'll see you on Friday."

He hung up and put his phone in his back pocket.

"You want my attention so bad? You have it now." He groaned. His free hand held your waist tightly, and you wished he kissed you in that moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bucked your hips against his fingers, gasping when he put two of them in your wet hole. He started pumping them in and out unceremoniously, filling the air with your obscene wet sounds. You cried softly, your back arching against the door.

"Lucien... please...I'm sorry..."

You felt him hitting that spongey spot inside of you again and again, as his palm rubbed against your clit. Your legs started to shake, and he held you up as you almost fell under the intensity of your orgasm.

"There you go baby..." He pressed his nose against your hair as he guided you through your ecstasy, inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent. When your eyes met his, you stopped fearing he would push you away and you pulled him into a kiss. He crowded you against the house, holding you tight as he responded back with his whole body.

Only to be interrupted by another phone call. He groaned and let go of you. Still, his hand held your shoulder and he slowly pushed you to the ground.

"You will suck me off while I take this call, yeah?"

He took the call before you could say anything, but he knew you would obey. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers until his dick sprung free. Thick, uncut, and perfect. You salivated just looking at it. You started by licking the tip almost timidly, looking up at him through your lashes as he talked about serious work-related stuff. He looked so in control. You took him in the warmth of your mouth slowly, his hand cradling your head indicating that you were doing a good job. You were so horny for him, you could barely hear him talk, only hearing the soft vibrations of his deep voice. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, how he liked, sometimes adding a bit of teeth, just grazing the sensitive skin.

"Good girl." He mouthed to you, and you warmed up at the praise.

You accelerated eventually, hollowing your cheeks to make him feel everything. His hips bucked lightly into your mouth, encouraging you to keep your pace. His breath was getting heavier, and you could tell his concentration was failing him slowly.

"Can I call you back? I have another line I have to take. Yeah, okay."

Lucien hung up and dropped his phone to the floor.

"God... this mouth of yours, baby."

One of your hands played with his heavy sack as you kept sucking him, his body responding to you with thrusts.

"Let me come on those pretty tits." He breathed.

You hurriedly untied your top and just as you let his cock fall out of your mouth, he guided his cock with his hand as his come started spurting out. He painted your chest, and you let him make a canvas out of you.

Lucien helped you up and pecked your lips.

"Go wash up, make yourself pretty for your daddy while I finish a few calls. I left a few things for you in my room. We'll have dinner and I'll spend the night focusing on you, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." You looked at him one last time, and you disappeared in his house.

Lucien treated you like a princess, and you indulged in a delicious meal in his presence. You tasted the best wine the restaurant had to offer.  You enjoyed his company and you talked about everything. The only cloud to your evening was a call from his wife, and you tried to burry your jealousy. Your job was to be the young and pretty mistress to the rich man, not his wife.

But you knew Lucien read you like an open book. When he brought you home, to his large bedroom, he crowded you against the wall, one of his large hands beside your head, the other one low on your back.

“What was that about, baby?”

You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear his big, sad brown eyes that would unravel the truth so easily. The hand beside your head cradled your jaw, and you had no choice but to look at him.

“Nothing.”

He tsked. “Don’t lie.”

“I don���t like when you talk to your wife when I’m here. It feels… wrong.” You sighed.

“Mi corazón… ” He cooed. “I have to play the part of the loving husband. Doesn’t mean you’re any less precious.”

You bit your bottom lip, swallowed your tears.

“Prove it.”  

Lucien leaned in, and his lips grazed yours, his big nose bumped against the tip of yours. “You’re my precious little thing. Can’t live without you.”

Your body responded to his, molding against his chest as you arched your back. He kissed you, fiercely. The hand against your face almost bruising. Your whimper of his name died against his lips, swallowed by his tongue. When you came back out for air, his lips traced your jaw, your neck, your cleavage. Expert hands unzipped the dress he bought for you, and it pooled at your ankles. You kicked it away, and in a hurry, you undid his soft shirt. You leaned down to kiss his chest as he smelled your hair, holding you close.

“I want you.” He whispered painfully. The older man guided you and discarded your body on fire on his comfortable bed. Lucien got rid of his pants as he took the time to look at you, sprawled on his bed, dressed in precious lace. “My pretty girl…”

You felt heat rush to your face, and you realized how much you wanted to be his.

 You both peeled off the last layers separating you, and he laid between your spread legs, his body warm against yours. You were always so ready for him. It took him mere seconds for to make you come, only so he could slide into your wetness easily and selfishly. He didn’t deserve you. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he stilled. Your cheeks were wet with tears, that he kissed away.

“Look at me.”

You did with a weak smile.

“There you are, my pretty girl.” He cooed.

“Yours, yours yours” You chanted back as he started moving slowly, but with strength that took the breath out of your lungs and made you close your eyes.

“You’re always taking me so well.” He praised. “Keep your eyes on me. Keep your mouth occupied, mi corazón.”

You sucked on the chain dangling from his neck, the metallic taste keeping you grounded as you watched him with adoration. You muffled your cries and kept your eyes on him as he started thrusting his hips faster, making your eyes want to roll in the back of your head. But you kept your focus on him, on the slight crows feet around his eyes, on his smile lines, on his beautiful, adoring eyes.

“You will come on my cock, baby.” His hand reached to where the two of you were joined, and his thumb pressed on your swollen clit, circling it at the same messy rhythm as his hips, letting you tighten and convulse around him. “Good girl.”

His words, his fingers, and the tip of his cock that kept hitting your G-spot made you see stars. You kept your eyes strained on him as you choked his dick and came around him with a muffled moan. He guided you through it, before grabbing your hips and fucking you deep and fast. His chain left your lips, and you replaced it with his mouth, kissing him slow and deep.

“W-Where do you want me?” He groaned inside your mouth.

“Inside.”

Lucien cursed as he spilled inside of you, before laying against your body, his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. You caressed his curly hair and held him close, scared of loosing him.

“I love you.” You said in the smallest voice possible.

He looked up at you with sad eyes, and he kissed you long and slow. He would break your heart and you both knew it.

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi lovely! since you don’t want more percy requests and want some variety, what about headcanons for jason and a burnt out reader (like overworks herself to the point of almost breaking down) maybe a daughter of nike would fit?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ The Golden Boy And His Bronze Girl

content: jason grace x daughter of nike! reader fic warning: ig minor angst??, crying and emotional stuff but don't worry captain fluff is to the rescue by the end author's note: look, look, i know you said hcs BUT it was such a good prompt that i couldn't help but make it a full fic and also that title came to me in a fever dream and i don't give hcs or blurbs titles so i just had to make it a full fic. also thank you for breaking the percy cycle youre so real for that. also, also, this healed something inside me, so thank you

a three page paper due by friday. ten precalc problems, each taking a whole page to do. spanish and econ quiz, same day next thursday. chemistry lab and lab report. softball tryouts on saturday and immediately after is basketball practice, coach wants to win states this year. and that was all just in one week. the poor daughter of nike was on the verge of a breakdown, she felt like she was falling apart- no, being ripped into shreds. every paper that came back with even a single point off filled her with an insurmountable dread before she shoved it to the bottom of her backpack, never to see the light of day again. More and more papers started coming back like that, each one another hour she stayed up crying while trying to also hyper analyze jane austen for her english class. all she really wanted was to burn all her texts books and her laptop and every single sports jersey and curl up with jason on the couch. and coffee. she really, really wanted coffee.

but she could not get it, as she locked herself in the school library to hopefully get some of this stuff done. she just- she lacked the time. it's not like she wasn't trying, gods know she was doing everything in her power to do it all. but there weren't enough hours in a day. like, ever. around the time her vision started getting blurry as she stared at her chemisty study guide for her test the next day and probably an hour after her headphones died is when she saw heaven. well, the closest thing to heaven she could find on earth. jason grace, her darling boyfriend, walking up shyly with a iced coffee.

"there's my girl. didn't think you'd still be here," jason hummed as he approached, pressing a kiss to her cheek while passing off the coffee. then he froze as big, fat tears started to stream down her face.

"oh, what's wrong?? y/n-"

"i can't- i can't do it anymore. you're too good for me. i- i-" the girl sputtered, the words just coming out of her mouth, unable to think anymore. she's spent too much time thinking today so instead she let her emotions take over, curling into a ball of mushy tears.

"hey, hey," jason cooed, instantly, reaching out and setting a hand on her thigh and running the other through her hair. "talk to me. what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"it's too much, all of it. i can't keep up, i'm falling behind, jason. the daughter of victory is failing and- and-" y/n all but gasped out, finding small comfort in jason's hands. he just nodded along, a frown on his lips and a twinge of pain in his face. this just made the girl cry harder, feeling like she was spreading her misfortune onto him.

"it doesn't have to be perfect all the time, you know. you're doing the best you can and that's what's important. i'd call that a win," reasoned jason but the girl just shook her head, curling more in on herself.

"if...if i can't be good, if i can't win, then what...what am i? what's the point of me?" she whispered, her eyes widening at this realization and tears steadily rolling down her face.

"you're still you. you're my darling girlfriend. you're the hardest working person i've ever met. you're fun and the light of my life. that's what you are," jason stated, firmly and instantaneously, unwilling to listen to any arguement. the looked up through her fingers and messy hair, meeting his blue eyes and soft smile.

"there you go," he whispered, gently pushing her hands away and replacing them with his own.

"i'm a mess," the girl replied with a puff of laughter, jason nodding his head with a smile.

"yes, yes, you are. but, you're my mess. my beautiful, mess," he added, winking before pressing a kiss to her forehead, the girl doing something close to a giggle but not quite.

"thank you...for all of this," the daughter of nike breathed out after a moment, slowly finding her smile again.

"but most importantly the coffee, right?"

"obviously."

"of course," jason bit back, shaking his head fondly at her before turning back to her stack of text books and promptly slamming them shut.

"hey! i need to finish that!" the girl instantly argued, reaching out for her book desperately. jason instantly pulled the book back, holding it far out of her reach.

"nope! not happening. not today, at least. we're gonna close all these books, put them in your backpack and zip it shut until the morning. then we're gonna go back to my place and you can put those squishy things on both of our faces," ordered jason, working on closing all of her books and packing her up.

"the face masks?" the girl giggled, unable to stop them no matter how much she wanted to.

"yeah, those. c'mon, i'll even let you pick the movie," jason tacked on, offering her a dazzling smile as he zipped up her backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

"you know, one of those papers are due today," y/n subtly tried to argue as she stood up, wiping her face of any tears and latching onto jason's arm.

"looks like your turning it in late. it won't kill you."

"you suck."

"and you'll be thanking me later. did i mention i have ice cream at my house?" jason pretended to think, still trying to win the girl over even though they were steadily walking towards his house.

"no, you did not."

"well...i've got ice cream at my house," he joked, the girl laughing loudly as she clung to him.

"you're so stupid, golden boy."

"maybe, but it made you laugh, bronze girl. that's kinda all that matters to me," jason admitted, looking down at her with the definition of heart eyes and being met with the same look.

"you're such a softie."

"just for you, my love."

[iaeriy]

unexpected II // joão fèlix x reader

summary: things can get strange at first without knowing.. but for a birthday surprise.. it turns out to be a huge moment for your boyfriend as you two settle in for some changes. // pregnancy makes its way through your life, tests and a appointment changing up your way.

word count; 4.5k

warnings: spanish translated sentences! (a few yet again..) pregnancy, mention of sex and vomit, crying, ultra sound and fluff,

a/n; can y’all believe it took me one solid day to finish the second part..so far i’ve also written down the summaries on the chapter..possibly 8 chapters coming out! anyways hope you guys enjoy!!

you quickly dailed your phone hoping for the response of your best friend, she had always told you when it came to a moment like this to dial her right away. slowly the phone rang as you got up walking to the bathroom again, “pick up pick up..” you murmured before she picked up the call, “hey! what’s up?” she said through the line, you were now roaming through your closet finding what to wear as you held your phone to your ear tightly. “hey so, this is kind of an emergency.. i need to run to the store really quick..” you said slowly speaking, you heard her say, “uh huh” through the speaker, “..and i missed my period being late for two weeks..and i got a call yesterday about my clinic checkup for my birth control..” you said before your friend gasped loudly, “DONT TELL ME YOU’RE PREGNANT. OH MY GOD!!!” she said squealing as you giggled, “i’m not sure..i’m hoping i am but am hoping am not at the same time..we’ve been talking about it for about a few months now..even when j holds his niece he starts begging me for a baby, am not quite sure yet, lils..” you said, finding an outfit before grabbing the pants and your sweatshirt walking back to the bedroom, the little jingle of flokis collar chasing you around.

“hmm..it’s okay! we’ll see, i’ll come by and pick you up in maybe about twenty to thirty minutes?” she said as you hummed in response, “okay! sounds perfect then, miss sequiera!” she said happily as you blushed at the nickname shes been giving you for the past 2 years of you and joao’s relationship. you giggled, “okay, i’ll be done soon. bye bye.” you said before hanging up, putting on your clothes on. a pair of white loose pants and a brown sweat shirt will do for the day, you looked down at floki who was laying down on the carpet. “you’ve been following me around since yesterday..what’s wrong?” you said bending down to pet his head, he looked up at you as you giggled, “come on, let’s go do your routine of the day.” you said before getting up carefully, hearing the little sounds from his collar he got up as you made your way downstairs.

you walked to the laundry room where his small station of food and treats were placed, something that joão had made ever since you surprised him with floki for his last birthday. you grabbed his bag of food before opening it up as you poured some of his food into his bowl, the small brown dog already doing twirls as you giggled at him before putting his food back up. “here you go..” you said watching him walk to his bowl as he began eating, you giggled before walking to the kitchen finding something to eat, you grabbed the box of strawberries opening it up as you placed a few in a bowl washing them with water. you moved around the kitchen looking for a knife to cut the green stem leaf off as you cut up the strawberries before putting them on your bowl. throwing the access of the fruit into the trash then putting back the strawberries into the fridge before lastly plcing the knife in the sknk.

you sat on the counter isle on the chair, before stuffing your mouth with a strawberry, you heard the little bells again before rolling your eyes watching floki plop down next to your chair. “seriously! what is up with you? you specifically never follow me and it’s mainly joão..” you said before finishing your last strawberry before the brown dog got up running back to his food, you giggled getting off the chair, walking over to the sink placing your bowl in the sink before you made your way to the living room then to the big mirror right infront of the sofa. you stood there for a bit as you rasied your shirt to your tummy, the bump nearly forming..your hand placing on your stomach. “little blip..” you said tapping on your stomach giggling before putting your shirt down, your phone chiming from the text message before looking down at it. lily was already outside waiting for you as you grabbed your stuff before looking down at floki, “you can’t come.. go play with your toy over there, you see it!” you said watching him run off to get it, you giggled again before opening the door and walking out the house, walking to the car and getting in.

“hey there miss sequeira! you ready for your big day..” liliana said smirking at you as you rolled your eyes, “am not too sure about this..” you said putting your seatbelt on, “you’ll be fine! we’ll just run to the store, grab a pack of tests then go to my house since its near the clinic and then we go to the clinic, you’ll be okay. i’ll be with you.” she said smiling at you as you giggled, “okay lets go now!” she said driving to the store, your hands cupping your stomach. is this actually happening? after you constantly, and constantly kept saying when you were younger you wanted a baby yourself. so many stuff going through your mind, you were so distracted you were barely paying attention to what lils was saying. “are you listening?” she said before you looked at her, “oops sorry..” you said before she giggled, “it’s okay.. don’t worry about it, besides your tummy is just right there. you can’t really see it with the baggy clothes you’re wearing. is that what you plan on doing?” she said before turning near the store, “yeah..i don’t think i plan on telling him until maybe soon. i’ll see what we have going on by the next week..” you said before she parked the car. “well that’s good..let’s just run in there grab the tests and then go back home!” she said smiling before you whined.

“ugh..im already scared..” you said before she held your hand, “don’t, i’ll be here like always and watch. i promise.” she said before you smiled before she got out the car, you opened the car door getting out before you two walked inside the store. you grabbed a cart walking to the health area, before looking to the side and there it was. the pregnancy tests. “here grab two just to make sure even tho we’ll be going to the clinic, i’ll pay for them.” she said before you grabbed the blue ones and the pink ones, you gulped not knowing what will happen. “now let me push the cart! i need to grab some stuff from the makeup isle!” she said as you giggled at her reaction before you moved away from the cart letting her push it. “do you need anything else y/n?” she said as you shook your head, “no thanks, i should be okay lils..” you said before she smiled at you, “okay let’s go pag now then!” she said before you followed her behind to the self check out.

you watched her pay the stuff, your eyes never leaving the pregnancy tests before she put them in a seperate bag. “that’s for you miss sequiera, now hold the bag!” liliana said as you blushed smacking her arm playfully, “be quiet..” you said before bursting out a giggle, “let’s go back to my place now..” she said grabbing her bags from the items she purchased as you two walked out the store and into the parking lot, she opened the back of her car putting her bags in. “you’re putting them in the back or taking them with you?” she said as you shook your head, “with me..i need to read the back..” you said as she laughed before you rolled your eyes getting in the passenger seat.

you looked at both tests, the pink and blue one as you gulped. “i’m not too sure about this.. how do i have to hide it from j..” you said before she looked over at you driving to her place, “hmm..for now until whatever you want to do, wear his shirts. after all they’re oversized on you and you cannot tell, so you’ll be okay..” she said, a smile forming in your face before resting your arm against the window then your head, “i even threw up in the fucking morning after me and him had sex last night..” you murmured before she bursted out laughing, “typical y/n and joão activity, who knows what miss or mister baby must’ve felt.” she said as you whined, “oh my god..! please don’t say that.. i’m not even sure right now.” you said covering your face with your hands, coming out muffled as she smiled, “it probably is a baby in you y/n..you’ll be fine.” you said as she parked the car, you sighed loudly before grabbing the bag.

you got out the car before she got out with you, holding onto the bag you went inside. you sighed before grabbing a disposable plastic cup, “you’re peeing into the cup?” she said looking at you, you nodded your head as she shook her head, “THATS THE WHOLE POINT!” you said before she laughed at your temper, “okay okay, go in there and just do what u gotta do.” she said smiling at you, “okay..wish me luckkk..” you said before you walked to the bathroom, opening the door going in.

approximately five to 6 minutes later..

1:26 pm

after placing 3 tests into the cup you washed your hands waiting for the results, “how’s it going in there!” she said before you dried your hands with a towel, “i’m doing okay!” you said before walking over to the cup, you grabbed one of the tests out and..

pregnant.

your eyes widening as you felt your heart racing quickly, before grabbing the other one out again.

pregnant.

you looked at the pink one before grabbing it out the cup, your eyes widening again. all three were positive and confirmed pregnant. you put both three on the counter before opening the door, “let me see..” liliana said as you nodded your head letting her pass through before she looked down at the counter, a happy squeal coming out of her before she hugged you, you were happy as small tears were coming out of you. it felt like a dream, like none of this was happening. an actual human forming in your stomach, she pulled away from you from the hug looking at you. “you’re going to be a mommy, can you believe it!?” she said as you smiled before giggling, “mhm..” you said wiping your tears, “should we go to the clinic now?” she said as you shook your head, “the doctor said to wait dor a call to confirm my appointment..” you said before she nodded her head. you went back in to the bathroom, closing the lids from the test putting them in your bag to hide them for now until surprising joão.

you and liliana were now sitting down outside in her patio enjoying the view and having conversations about what so ever, she was the boyfriend of fermin lopez, your boyfriends best friend you could say, they’re always seen doing things together. suddenly your phone rang before picking it up, “hello?” you spoke, gladly and luckily it was the clinic calling to confirm an appointment for your checkup since you never returned for birth control. “okay thank you! uh huh, bye bye!” you said before hanging up checking the time, 1:50, the appointment would approximately be at 2:30. “should we go now? the drive is about 30 minutes isn’t it?” you said as she shook her head, “about 25, we can go now tho, then we can stop by and get something to eat?” she said before you nodded your head, she got up before you got up as well.

“you nervous?” she said as you shook your head, “not really..hopefully..” you said before she giggled, “you’ll be okay, i’ll be in there with you.” she said as you smiled at her before walking out the house, she unlocked the car..you got in the passenger seat sitting down, closing the door before she made her way to driver seat, sitting down. she started the car, driving off to the clinic. you were playing with your stomach, poking & tapping on it slightly, you weren’t so sure how big or small the baby was or how far along you were. “what’s wrong?” she said as you shook your head, “nothing..checking on the baby..i don’t know if its big or small..” you said as she smiled, “i’m sure it’s small right now, who knows..” she said before you giggled resting your head on the window.

“i guess she or he makes you sleepy?” she said before you nodded your head, “yea..i’ve been sleeping in late..i only woke up early today due to the puking but besides that i’ve slept in til 2pm..” you said as she laughed, “well, who knows what’ll happen more into your adventure, look we’re here now!” you said before you raised your head up, taking your seatbelt off you rubbed your stomach. before getting out the car as lils got out herself, “hold my arm, you’ll be okay y/n..” she said before interlocking your arms with hers, she smiled as you walked in to the clinic. you walked to the front before the nurse at front greeted you, “im checking in for y/n y/l/n..” you said before she nodded her head, “y/n y/l/n?” she said as you nodded you simply said, “yes” she smiled before grabbing a clipboard and a paper, “fill these forms and once you’re done, come back up front and you’ll be waiting with the doctor.” she said smiling before you smiled back, “okay, thank you!” you said grabbing the pen before walking back to lily sitting down on the chair.

“long ass sheet..” liliana murmured as you silently giggled, “really..don’t say that..” you said shaking your head before you read the form as you filled it in, “concerns we should know about?” the paper said before you began writing down the symptoms you were currently experiencing with, you flipped the page before marking off some of the information in the directions. “you’re very quick at these..” she said as you smiled, “i write quickly, what do u expect..” you said before getting up, “miss sequeira always prepared..” she said as you rolled your eyes before she giggled at your reaction, you walked over to the front before turning in your form and the clipboard as you put the pen back in the cup.

2:30 pm

“y/n!” you heard a nurse say your name before you got up as liliana followed you into the little hallway, “step on here please.” the nurse said before making you weight yourself and getting your height, as the usual. you twiddled with your fingers before she finished..you got off the scale as she led you to the small room. “here, you need to take this.” she said giving you a cup, “great another fucking pee in a cup thing..” you thought to yourself as you grabbed the cup from her smiling, “thank you..” you said before she smiled at you walking away, “another test?” liliana said, you nodded your head. “they usually do this.. i’ll be back, she said go into room number four..” you said before liliana nodded her head walking to the room, you walked the opposite direction to the bathroom doing your duty into the cup.

you put the blue lid on top closing it, you washed your hands quickly then drying your palms, opening the door before you saw the same nurse standing outside, “finished miss?” she said before you handed the cup over, she smiled at you. “thank you, the doctor will be with you in a few minutes.” she said smiling again before you smiled back, you walked over to the room number opening the door as liliana looked over at you. “well?” she said before you laughed, “nothing, just wait silly..i know you want to be a tía just from how excited you sound..” you said as she rolled her eyes, “a que no..” (that’s not true..) she said lying, a small giggle coming out of you before you sat on the bed covered with parchment paper.

a few minutes later..

you and liliana were talking before you heard a knock on the door, suddenly the door opened to the doctor. “buenas y/n! no te he mirado en días!” (hello y/n! i haven’t seen you in days!) she said hugging you slightly before you hugged her back, “y está señorita?” (and this young lady?) she said smiling at liliana, “mi amiga.” (my friend.) you said before they both shook hands, “bueno, ahora que regresas. que es lo que ha pasado?” (well, now that you returned. what has happened lately?) she said putting on a pair of gloves, “um well, obviously i missed the birth control appointment..i’ve had sore breasts..my appetite changed, am usually more hungry..i sleep in more..i even have a bit of morning sickness..” you said as the doctor hummed nodding her head, “i see..bueno, lo bueno es que el vaso que usaste voy a hacer unos exámenes y ahorita regreso!” (i see..well, the good thing is the cup you used i will be doing some tests with them, and i will be back!) she said opening the door walking out as you swung your legs against the bed.

“still nervous?” she said as you shook your head, “not really..” you said twiddling with your fingers, “i just don’t want to hide it from joão at all..what if he finds out quickly?” you said before liliana said “nuh uh” quickly, you snickered at the way she said it, “y/n, he won’t find out trust me. as long as you hide the tests in your bag and then wear his clothes, i’ll come by and visit but until now he wont know. how come when im on my period fermin doesnt know til the second day, that’s how busy and dumb they get.” she said before you laughed at her comment, “yeah true..that makes sense..” you said.

“besides, you got this. have you started thinking so far what you’re going to do to surprise him?” she said before you shook your head, “no..not yet..” you said looking down before the door knocked again, you lifted your head up as the doctor came in again, “hola hola! regrese otra vez y bueno tengo buena noticias!” (hello hello! i came back again and i have some good news!) she said as you looked up at her, “you’re pregnant! congratulations!” she said your eyes widening again, now this time it was for real. even tho the tests were also true, it feels more real with this appointment. you smiled before she smiled back, “would you like to see how far along you are?” she said as you nodded your head.

“vale, just lay back down and i’ll get starting on the sonogram.” she said smiling, you laid down against the parchment paper making small ruffled sounds, before she walked over to the area with the computer console turning on the video monitor.. she walked back over turning the lights off for a better view of the screen before she sat on the chair getting closely, “okay, te voy a levantar la camisa un poquito y despues ponerte el gel.. en tu estomago.. vas a sentir un poco de frío.” (okay, i’m going to lift yohr shirt just a bit and then apply gel..on your stomach..you’ll feel a bit of a coldness.) she said before you said a small, “okay” you lifted your shirt up to your belly as you looked down watching apply the cold gooey green gell, you shivered at the small coldness before she grabbed the attached transducer connected to the machine. she began moving the little controller to zoom in as she moved the transducer around the gel, a figure appear. nearly the size of an orb.

“you should see your baby right here..” she said as you looked at the screen, there was somewhat two orbs. “why is there two?” you said confused as she looked at you, “it appears that you’re having twins miss y/n..” she said as liliana gasped, “TWINS!?” she said before she smiled at you, you were shocked and surprised. “t-twins? in my first pregnancy?” you said before she nodded her head, “don’t worry, its very common in some pregnancies and rare..but in this case of scenario, congrats!” she said before you saw illiana taking photos of the ultrasound. “how far a-along a-am i..?” you said before she looked at the screen, “well you’re just starting first trimester, 6 weeks so far so, you’re two months approximately.” she said, your heart dropping. two months and you never knew..that’s strange.. you cleared your throat.

“c-can i hear the heartbeat of both the babies?”

“of course!” she said moving the controller around, “this is baby number one’s heart beat..” she said as you listened to it, the loud heart beat echoing through the room. your heart racing quickly itself listening to your baby’s heartbeat, she zoomed in as you looked at the screen. “baby number one’s arms and legs are already forming!” she said happily as you smiled looking at the baby, its eyes already appearing. “you can also see the nose and eyes as well..” she said smiling.

“..and here is baby number two..” she said moving the controller to the other side of your stomach, it was loud as well. the baby also had its eyes and nose. legs and arms forming. “baby number two is also forming the same as baby number one as well!” she said as you felt tears forming before watching the little image on the screen, “would you want me to take a small photograph of this?” she said as you sniffled, “yes please!” you said before she smiled getting copies of the ultrasound, she grabbed a paper towel removing the gel of your tummy. she cleaned the transducer, “here you go..” she said handing you the photos. you sat up before she lowered your shirt to your tummy, you smiled. “gracias.” you said before she got off the chair turning the lights back on, “well! i’ll be calling for your next appointment! the babies are doing well and they’re healthy, i’ll give you this little foldable for you to see what you can do and eat while your babies are in your stomach, have a good day miss y/l/n!” she said as you smiled, “thank you! you as well!” before she left as you wiped your tears.

“i’m gonna be a tia..you’re the mami! isn’t that exciting!!?” she said before you bursted out crying out of happiness, liliana walking over to you, hugging you. “it’s okay..you’ll be fine..” she said before you sniffled, “i-i’m just happy..i have to start thinking tho of what to do..” you said before she smiled, “mhmmm, now let’s go and get lunch for you and the little babies.” she said as you giggled before you two walked out the room and outside the clinic.

after going out for almost the whole day it was nearly about time for joão and illianas boyfriend to be home, “what’s up?” she said looking at you, “my tummy feels way fuller than i usually get..” you said before she giggled, “well..you just fed yourself and the babies..it’s okay y/n.. he won’t notice..” iliana said as you giggled, “mhmm..” you said almost falling asleep, “hey..wake up! we’re about to get to your home..” she said as you sighed, huffing out. she parked the car before you sighed out, “too tired..” you murmured before she laughed, “come on now, you have to go..” she said as you sat up, you rubbed your eyes before she unlocked the doors. “well..i’ll be going now..i’ll talk to you soon about the surprise planning..” you said grabbing your stuff as she smiled, “sounds good!” lils said before you hugged her, “thank you again..” you said before you unbuckled your belt, “bye!” you said opening the door, as she waved at you before you waved back closing the door before running back inside, you opened the door getting in the house as floki ran over to you.

“hii there..did you miss me..” you said as he began to jump on your legs, you giggled holding him as you heard footsteps from upstairs. joão is home. you thought in your head before going upstairs, floki following you from the sounds of his collar as you opened the door. “when’d you get home early baby..” you said as he chuckled, “he let us out early, what were you doing out tho..you look so gorgeous..” he said getting up, a giggle coming out of you. “my baby..” he said kissing you, you kissed back cupping his cheek before you smiled against his lips. “i’m tired j..can we take a nap..” you said as he looked down at you, “of course hermosa..” he said picking you up, you were in a giggling mess before he placed you down on the bed. “let me go change into something comfortable.. then we can sleep in baby..” you said as he nodded his head before plopping himself on the bed, you grabbed your purse placing it on your shelf.

luckily he never asked you anything, you smiled to yourself before rubbing your stomach, “my babies..” you said sighing out before you changed into one of joão’s white shirts and just your panties, you walked to the bed before crawling on the bed, crawling to your spot. you laid next to joão before looking at him, “hm?” he said as you blushed, “n-nada..” you said kissing his cheek, “floki keeps following me around..” you murmured watching the brown dog struggle to get on the bed before he jumped on the bed running to the middle, running around and plopping himself down. “he just loves you like his daddy does..don’t worry anjo..” he said kissing your cheek before you nuzzled your head into his chest.

you were nearly falling asleep feeling joãos hands rub your back and play with your hair, you hummed in your sleep. “sleep with me..” you murmured as he chuckled, “fine fine..” he said before you fell asleep on him, your head resting on his chest. he kissed your forehead before he fell asleep on you.

what a good way to hide such a small family of four without him knowing..

[formulaforza]

hello, hello! can i request a blurb where carlos and reader have moved in together and are having a housewarming party. they’ve invited a couple drivers over and lando tries to use the fancy hermes blanket on the couch and reader gasps! "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-" you’d do it amazingly 🫶🏼 thank you!

—coming home carlos sainz x reader love, mackie... hi nonnie!! this turned into exactly how I needed to spend my evening (my day was quite literally from hell.) and this ran a little longer than a blurb at 1.3k words! regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it (and listening to lots of Spanish music)

There wasn’t much that was easy about blending the home decor styles of you and your boyfriend. For every item that Carlos fell in love with, you had an equal and opposite styled piece that you were in love with. From the herringbone floors to the tall white walls, it seemed that everything in the place was a direct contrast of the other. Quiet luxury and old money and neon signs and maximalist paint swatches, it was almost an entire year before the two of you finally allowed guests to come over (which–by the way–was a direct conflict to one of the major reasons the two of you decided to move in together in the first place: hosting friends and family without arguing over who would be doing the hosting).

The week following the Spanish Grand Prix felt like the perfect time to finally show your home off to the people you loved most; everyone was already in Barcelona for Carlos, an hour and change flight or a two and a half hour train ride wouldn’t kill any of them, not when half of them had to make their way back to the capital. 

That’s how it all cumulated into the night of all nights. The coffee table books are surrounded by half full, mis-matched wine glasses on old Spanish tile coasters (a compromise the two of you had made over the intricate hand painted ceramic that previously adorned the kitchen walls). The record player in the corner of the room stutters its way through Carlos’ dusty Boleros In Trío vinyl while the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen serenades listeners with the sounds of Sebastian Yatra. 

Everytime Carlos enters a room, he flips the lightswitch on. You follow behind him turning the overheads back off, opting for the warm yellow lamp light and the colors of the city beyond the bistro-themed balcony.  He burns a candle on the stack of decorative books, something with tobacco and cocoa and brandy and–jasmine, maybe? He always picks candles with jasmine, so you might just be imagining the smell out of habit. 

And you, and him. The two of you so terribly settled into the domesticity of your shared lives, the air of love in every corner of the home. He appears in the kitchen in a warm breeze, reaching over your arm to grab a slice of chorizo from the tapas platter on the counter in front of you. He kisses your cheek when he does it, undoubtedly in hopes of distracting your hand from smacking his. “¿Tienes frío, mi amor?” Are you cold, my love? He peruses around the bite of food. 

“¿No porque?” No, why? You ask, pressing the back of your hand against your cheek to feel the temperature of your own skin. 

“Lando sigue y sigue sobre tener frío,” Lando is going on and on about being cold, he explains. “Estaba empezando a pensar que me estaba volviendo loco.” I was starting to think I was going crazy.

You laugh. If anything but temperate, you’re warm, working around the kitchen perfectly plating a platter for your friends and family to snack on. “Bueno, creo que Lando ha perdido la cabeza,” Well, I think Lando has lost his mind. Carlos chuckles, gives you another passing kiss as he moves behind you around the island. “¿Encontrarle una manta, sin embargo?” Find him a blanket, though? You ask. He nods through a chew, holds his thumb up as he backs out of the room—you wonder how he managed to sneak another bite of food past you. 

You appear with the tray of snacks, chorizo with ham and cheese and bread, croquetas and patatas bravas and tigres. If it’s all as good as it was when you’d tested the menu last weekend, your company won’t even realize that you and Carlos aren’t serving them an actual meal this evening. Everyone hastily moves their coasters and glasses and Carlos moves the stack of books from the coffee table to the entertainment center, hovers behind you as you set the heavy platter down just in case you need him. 

You find your seat next to Carlos on one of the sofas, know that he hates that people are eating on his new couches. He’d researched them for months–months–before finally deciding on the ones that had been delivered last month as a replacement to the ones from your old apartment. 

You notice Lando is still blanketless, still dramatically letting a shiver run up his entire body every ten minutes. “Güey,” you say, and half the room looks up from their conversation, Lando’s eyes meeting yours. “If you are cold still, get a blanket.”

“Ay yai yai, pollita, relax,” he quips back in a thick, feigned Spanish accent. Carlos snorts and you meet Lando with your middle finger, an old friend of his. When you look to your boyfriend to meet his dumb chuckle with the same fate, he’s not even paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he picks at the bottom of a shelf hung on the wall above the two of you. It holds his trophy from Silverstone, a picture of him and Caco, a small jar full of incense sticks (maybe the jasmine you smell), which he has stuck a tiny Spanish flag into, and a picture of you and he following his win. The smiles on both your faces are so horribly cheek-aching that you can almost feel the phantom soreness when you look at it. 

You watch as Lando reaches over another friend with a quiet excuse me. You can see the thought process happening behind his eyes, in his path for the blanket draped over the back of Carlos’ brand new couch. It’s like watching the world’s lowest stakes car crash. 

“Carlos,” you whisper. “Carlos, él va por la cobija,” he’s going for the blanket, you say through gritted teeth, nudging your boyfriend to deal with his friend.  He ignores you, still focused on the bottom of the shelf and the single splinter that shoots off it. “Carlos,” you say, this time with more force. 

“¿Qué?” You finally get his eyes, nodding over to Lando, who is currently unfolding the Hermés throw blanket Carlos’ mother had gifted the two of you upon signing your lease. “Ay! Cabrón! No,” he finally says, standing up from his seat and moving to take the blanket from Lando, who looks on in utter confusion as Carlos refolds the throw and moves down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” He asks you through a meek chuckle. 

“We don’t use that blanket,” you explain, and he looks even more confused than before. 

“You… hu–what?” He laughs, with more confidence in his confusion than before. “Why is there a blanket on the couch if it can’t be used?”

You sigh, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. “It’s for decoration.”

“It’s for decoration?” You nod, just as Carlos appears from the hall again, usable blanket in tow, expensive throw likely put away in your shared bedroom. He hands it to Lando. “It’s for decoration,” the Brit teases. 

Carlos shrugs, holds his hands up in defense in the return to his seat beside you. “Rule maker,” he says, pointing to you with a thumb before shifting it to himself, “rule follower.”

You laugh, adjusting to the sink of the cushion brought on by Carlos’ weight on the couch, your fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck without even the beginnings of a thought. Lando groans, pointing to you, “whipped,” and then to Carlos, “whipped… but more.”

“Stellar delivery there, cabrón,” you smile. “No stutter or anything.”

Carlos exhales a sharp laugh, his shoulders bouncing silently. Across the coffee table, Lando, curled up in a fluffy blanket like a toddler staying up past their bed-time to hang out with Mom and Dad’s friends, flips you off and is sure to properly enunciate his silently mouthed fuck you.

[smoooothoperator]

Drunkenness Scale

Normally she doesn't drink. Her fridge doesn't have beer or other type of alcohol, neither the drinks cabinet that is on her livingroom, that is supposed to have alcohol on it but instead she has snacks and chocolates. When she eats a good piece of beef she prefers another thing instead of a red wine. And on special events she only takes a sip of champagne and then leaves the glass on the table.

But when party time comes she is the first one to go to the bar and order shots and drinks. She knows every components of the cocktails her friends like. And her friends know every stage of her drunkenness scale.

"Well, well, well" Max smirked walking inside the crowded club, heading directly to the VIP zone. "Today will be the day we meet a new stage?"

"Seriously? Are you really going to continue with that?" she frowned, rolling her eyes.

"You are our Amy Santiago" Lando laughed wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "And we were so close to meet the sixth stage last month"

She looked at them and groan, but she smirked after that. She knows she can trust them, they have been best friends since they were little and both boys would kill if something happened to her.

"Okay, okay" she laughed. "Let's get started!"

Stage 1: too normal yet

The first shots of tequila came to the table. Lando looked at her amd them at Max, moving his eyebrows up and down. The three of them drank the liquid all at once, groaning when the alcohol went down their throats.

"I hate tequila" she groaned, taking a bite of the lemon, eating it.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that" Lando teased her, leaning on the back of the seat, looking at her, waiting for a reaction.

"Come on, guys" she groaned looking at them. "I'm okay! That theory you two have is stupid!"

"The two of us? Oh no" Max laughed. "Pierre, Charles, Carlos and Alex are part of this study too"

"I can't believe it" she sighed.

She was feeling the effects of the alochol, but had enough strength to hide them. So she just talked with her friends, smiling, even making small jokes and enjoying when she heard her best friends laughs.

But then it was Max the one that ordered another round of shots. This one was vodka with mango and other things.

Stage 2: time to tell facts that came from nowhere

She drank the small glass slowly, humming at the sweet flavour of the shot.

"I like this one" she smiled looking at Max.

They were talking with some other people of the group that was on the boat Lando rented joined, while she just sat in silence, looking at them.

"Did you know..." she started, getting the attention of her best friends that had a smile on their lips. "... that The King of Hearts is the only king without a mustache?"

They looked at her and laugh, giggling. She smiled softly, innocent, and looked at them. She loves when she makes them laugh

"I didn't notice!" Max laughed grabbing his phone and searching it. "It's true!"

"This shot has mango?" she asked tasting the drink. "Oh! Did you know that they can get sunburned?" she said gasping.

"Really?" Lando frowned.

"Oh yeah" she chuckled. "And flamingos turn pink because they eat shrimp" she smiled proud.

"Sometime I think that George and her could make a competition about who tell more facts" Lando joked, making her smile wide.

"Oh, oh! And you know the the only thing you can lick on the mirror is your tongue?" she said laughing.

Stage 3: suddenly, she can speak other languages!

"Hola, puedes ponermos otra ronda de shots?" she asked on a perfect spanish, the only thing that betrays her is the English accent.

"Spanish? Really?" Max frowned.

"Yeah, why not" she shrugged her shoulders, looking at the waitress that came back with other type of shots. "Estamos en España! Hay que hablar en español"

"I don't understand a shit about what you said" Max frowned looking at Lando.

"Something about Spain and Spanish" he frowned too. "Last time it was Italian... Are you sure you don't search on Google basic things to say on every country?"

"No! Of course not!" She giggled already a little tipsy.

She does study a little of languages, but she listen to people talk, so her own brain works fast when she's drunk and remember things she heard hours before.

Alcohol can do magic.

Stage 4: dance. All she wants to do is dance and jump and scream. Like if she had too much sugar (in fact, she did)

"Let's go to the dance floor!" She exclaimed, leaving the shot glass on the table and jumping up, standing on her heels and holding her friends' hands.

Lando and Max looked at her, giggling. The three of them were already a little tipsy, but the two men were making sure they were not drunken enough to control their friend and take care of her.

"Oh god, I love this song" she exclaimed, jumping and singing the lyric of Despechá by Rosalía. "Come on guys!"

Lando chuckled and danced with her, small steps and making sure she wouldn't go too far from them. In this state she uses to be too much social and go dance with strangers.

"Oh! Guys I think I saw someone I know!" she exclaimed and started jumping trying to reach that person, that unfortunately she definitely doesn't know.

"No, no, no!" Max exclaimed holding her hips and stopping her, making her giggle and continue dancing, swinging her hips and looking at her friend with a big smile, giggling.

Stage 5: depressed. Not the depressed that thinks her life is shit but the depressed that is too much dramatic.

After she drank the shot glass that had again a fruity drink, she let a long sigh escape from her lips, making her friends look at her.

"You know... Sometimes when you go to races I cry" she sighed looking at Lando, making him frown.

"Why?" he frowned, biting his lip and trying to not laugh,knowing that this might be one of those moments of drama queen.

"Because your work is drive a car that goes 300 km/h! And there's a tiny chance of you dying!" she exclaimed, raising her arms and making dramatized mevements. "And I will never have the chance of saying goodbye to you because you are always away "

"Ah, come on" Lando chuckled softly, hugging her and rubbing her back. "In case something like that happens..."

"No! It can't happen!" she exclaimed holding him by the shoulders, shaking too much to make someone throw up. "It will never happen! You hear me? Because if you did I'll kill you!"

"Okay, okay" he laughed hugging her, looking how Max was trying to not laugh loud.

Stage 6: the new stage. Too soft to be her.

When she swallowed the last drop of alcohol she placed the glass back onto he table, taking a deep breath and smiled. She feels light, like if her body was a feather and she was floating around her friends.

"Well?" Max smirked.

"I'm feeling really good" she smiled softly, leaning on him.

"Oh?" he frowned confused.

She smiled looking at Lando. He's handsome. All her friends are handsome. How can she be so lucky to be surrounded by handsome guys? Some girls might say she's lucky, and in fact she feels lucky; other would ask how is not possible that she dates one of them.

"You are so handsome" she smiled cupping Lando's cheeks and squeezing them. "I'm so lucky to have such a handsome best friend!"

Lando and Max looked at each other, Max grabbing his phone and documenting how the new stage is.

"Since when do you have such a beautiful face?" she gasped turning around and looking at Max, rubbing his beard and smiling. "And so cute! Look at those curls! And that nose!" she exclaimed tooching the tip of his nose. "Boop!"

Lando and Max were shocked. She never showed so much affection or gave her friends compliments.

"I need to record this" Lando laughed, grabbing his phone and recording how she was hugging Max and pocking his cheek, while his friend was calling for help with his eyes.

"Yeah, definitely no more drinks for you" Max sighed hugging her back.

"Look at this curls! Oh god so cute!" she giggled playing with their hair.

[postersofleon]

leon kennedy x fem!reader x luis serra

notes: i am convinced they are one of the best people to have a threesome, small intro with smut immediately following. minors dni. not prove read.

the idiot duo that leon had to deal with wasn't fun like they wanted to claim. luis and his partner (not romantic like they always claim) aren't annoying him, but what bothers him is that they have each other despite the horrible circumstances. in leon's first forced adventure, he was stuck with ada, and originally, he was stuck protecting ashley until they took her away. now, he had dumb and dumber. luis had the worst chaotic thoughts of making all the infected people round up and throw dynamite in the middle of them. while his friend was smacking them with a crowbar. sometimes, they share their ideas and survive in the worst situations.

leon was in awe in parts of they survived. luis said it was secret while his partner mostly dodged the question from leon.

but in parts, leon had to give credit where it was due. they knew how to survive despite their dumb ideas. every time leon or luis would get hurt, she got immediately patched the boys up. leon would mutter a thanks, and luis would kiss her in the cheek. every time, leon or she needed extra bullets, luis would throw it them and they would thank him.

leon was growing used to their way of being. leon isn't exactly perfect to judge when he adapted pretty quickly to them. leon is pretty sure that these were the type of people who he would've been friends in college.

but he didn't exactly see himself getting a blow by luis as he flicked his tongue on her folds. leon's hands were holding her thighs open. she was whimpering softly as she moaned weakly leon's name. his mind was rotted. leon hadn't been able to properly fuck around since he was in military training. he would give himself a quick hand job and back to work he went.

leon felt luis' tongue drag on his length. leon didn't mean to tremble so much, but his hips moved a bit on luis's mouth. luis pulled away, "vamos, sancho," luis scolded leon, "can't forget about la señorita." leon looked weakly at luis's partner, her pretty cunt was covered by his spit and her wetness.

her thighs were trembling, but her breathing was relaxing. leon had forgotten to eat her pussy because he was enjoying too much luis's mouth.

"she's going to dry up." luis whispered. he sat up and flicked his fingers gently in her folds; luis's fingers opened her pretty cunt with his index and middle. "she is rather picky." he spit on her pussy, "lick it up, sancho." he whispered. leon hated how he wanted this so badly, leon listened to luis. he licked the spit. she whined softly, a low growl escaped her lips, "luis, fuck you." she whispered.

leon flatten his tongue, his nose exhaled sharply. he needed this damn pussy so badly. leon grabbed her legs to lift her a bit. he sucked on her clit, he was breathing weakly as his tongue flicked over and over.

luis took off his pants, he began to pump his cock at the sounds of leon and his partner. luis put his fingers on her mouth. she immediately sucked on his fingers. luis and her had been alone for goodness, how long. leon once again couldn't judge.

leon gently pulled away from her pussy, he kissed her hip bones and saw how luis pumped his cock over and over. he saw how his partner had her mouth open, her warm wet mouth spilling a bit a drool. she cursed softly in spanish begging for luis to put it in her mouth. luis put his cock's tip around her lips, "so needy." his pre cum was making a mess on lips.

when leon saw her lick her lips, leon licked her clit in the same motion.

she looked weakly at both men, "i hate this." she whispered softly. she could tell luis was excited to share her, he was grinning ear to ear. "vamos, you don't really hate it." luis laughed softly.

leon looked so pretty, his eyes were dilated. he was gasping weakly, begging for something. luis's cock was the only one that has been inside of her for many years, but now it will be leon's turn. "fine, i don't hate it," she played with leon's hair, "it's fun." she muttered. luis clapped his hands excitedly, "leon," luis fixes his cock around her mouth, "you know what to do."

leon nodded his head silently. he went on his knees. leon needed her pussy. it was embarrassing that he fell into the caveman brain when he was told he was allowed to fuck her. he grabbed his hard cock, his stomach was feeling the familiar butterflies he felt when he had sex. he gently rubbed the tip of his cock on her hole. a soft groan escaped his lips.

luis did the same. he gently put his cock in her mouth, he cursed softly in spanish. luis's hips gently moved his hips against her, and luis was allowed to move properly because she was used to his girth and length. leon, however, knew he had to be gentle.

leon was smaller in length of luis, but it was thicker. leon gently pushed his cock inside of her, her warm gummy walls clenched around him. leon chewed on his bottom lip, "f-fuck." he whispered.

she was whining weakly. she felt luis going a bit faster, he knew her limits so she wasn't worried about him. however, leon began to worry her a bit. she could feel his desperate pushes. leon gasped weakly, he grinded himself deeper into her.

a low whine escaped her lips. luis pulled out his cock from her mouth, he hissed weakly, but his eyes were focused on leon's desperate ruts. one. two. leon was focused to not hurt her. luis looked at his girl, who was whining weakly, but it wasn't enough for luis. "goodness, mi amigo, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

leon growled softly, he moved a bit faster inside of her. luis nodded his head with a smile, his hand pumped his cock in the pace of leon. it was getting messy. leon lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder. luis gently rubbed his partner's neck gently. his knuckles caressed her collarbone while his other hand continued to pump it.

"vamos, tu puedes," luis muttered to her, "leon is a friend now. your pussy is his cure right now."

leon whined softly, hearing luis's words made him slow down a bit. luis put his cock back into her lips, she immediately began to suck him properly. luis tilted his head back. he let out a large moan.

the room was starting to smell like pure sex. the smell of sweat, gun powder, and the smell of cum. she was basically pinned down by these men. leon fucking her pussy, he was quite quiet but small noises still escaped. his eyes were closed. he was focused on keeping himself steady. he didn't want to just cum inside of her and end to job. luis, on the other hand, had his hand on the back of her head. he was just slightly meaner because he knew she could take it. she gagged a bit on his cock and her pussy was pulsating around leon's.

leon's hips began to move his hips a bit faster. he immediately began to rub her clit. her pretty clit was sensitive, the cunt clenched to his cock. leon moaned weakly, "fuck-" leon moved faster.

luis wasn't paying attention to leon. a shaky moan escaped, luis felt his entire body needing this.

first, her cunt clenched on leon's cock and squirted from simulation. the stress of surviving made her cry out as she came. then, it was leon's turn. he groaned weakly as he came inside of her pussy. finally, luis's turn. luis yelped softly as he fucked her throat one last time.

they definitely felt better. leon exhaled deeply, gently pulled out his cock from her, his cum leaked out. leon grabbed a cloth and attempted to clean her bit. he cleaned a bit of her thighs. luis immediately zipped himself up, he licked his own cum from her lips, "thank you." luis grinned. leon nodded his own head, "yeah, thanks."

she was breathing weakly, "yeah, sure." she laid on the couch for a second, trying to focus on her thoughts. she put her hand on her forehead, luis kissed her cheek gently. "hiceste bien." he whispered to her. leon nodded her head. leon still felt awkward in this situation, but not like the beginning, at least. leon helped her sit up. "thanks." leon repeated.

she smiled. leon felt himself blush like a fool. she gently touched his jaw and kissed his lips, "gracias." she whispered. leon smiled. luis snickered, "bueno, sancho, back to saving your señorita."