#i had a different idea but i had to shift gears due to time

[fairene]

passenger princess / ln4

established relationship lando norris x fem!reader

no use of y/n, as always.

in which the weekend takes a twist, and all you want is a baby.

prompt⋯ hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. i’ve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. that’s set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while he’s still wearing it. and it’s like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and he’s like “oh you wanna make me a daddy”. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but it’s more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). that’s the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty 🤗🧡

a/n ⋯ yeah tbh i got no excuse for this one chat...like...how could i not resist a breeding kink...i know y'all want it too. but for real--- thank you anon for being patient. i had a lot of fun writing this in between doing work. writing is an escape for me. thank you to all for the continued support, and i'll be continuing to get through asks as time moves along. comment below to be added to my taglist, or comment in general! i love replying to all of them as much as i can.

warnings ⋯ SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, choking, p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, breeding kink, impregnation, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, begging, mating press-- allat shit tbh. if i miss a warning, let me know.

wc ⋯ 8.5k (unedited.)

things had begun to be different between you and lando. you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the gears shifted, the stars aligned, though you only cared how good it made you feel with him. 

but he knew. he knew exactly when.

you’d been dating lando for two years now. it was two years of pure bliss— the exciting lifestyle that you’ve craved, the love and care, the passion that you shared with him was exquisitely yours. he is yours. and you are his.

that morning in the paddock he was speaking to max, chattering about the post collision from hungaroring. they seemed to make up in due time, finding it easier to call one another “brother’s” again, despite the damages done to their cars and the media in an uproar about their impish, punitive behaviors. you didn’t spare any glance towards the comments made about it, knowing that lando had been in a rough shape that weekend. 

you played with penelope, p, as they were talking, squatted on the ground with colored pens in your hand. kelly loomed behind, on her phone, thankful enough that you could occupy her for the time being. you had no issue entertaining her. you loved being around children…most of the time. 

“this one?” you held out the red pen for p, as she was pointing to with a bashful look. she was shy– especially around you, given your ethereal, wanderlust nature. you carried yourself in such an elegant way that could facilitate a ray of sunlight through the most tepid storms. 

she nodded and you handed it to her. she latched her smaller hand around it, coloring in the rb20 from her sketchbook. your hand fell beneath your chin as you watched her carefully color inside the lines, dreading falling out of it. you smiled as she did, the dress you wore crinkling fashionably around your thighs. 

p flashed the page at you nervously, awaiting her input. your eyes glowed, sparkles falling onto the page as you scanned it. she really did do a good job.

“beautiful, p!” you commented, your palm splaying over her upper back. “you’re really good at this, you know?”

a shade of red filled her cheeks, warming her skin. you hadn’t meant to embarrass her, nor make her nervous. 

“do you want to color one with me?” you asked her, pointing to the pages in the book. she hesitated for a moment, as if she didn’t hear you properly, but ended up nodding with the same excitement that she did when she’d see max on the podium. “you pick. something…pretty.”

the gears were turning in her head as she flipped through the pages, trying to find the perfect one for you and her to work on. you, on the other hand, were focused on how her brows scrunched together as she furiously searched through her booklet. it was cute the way she perceived things. she was a cutie. it made you think about your own future, what you wanted. 

what you wanted,

your eyes drifted from the carpeted floors inside the hospitality room, to the shoes that he wore, and up his black jeans to the papaya livery he sported for the day. you lingered on the expanse of his chest, the tan skin peaking through the v-neck of his unbuttoned collar. your mouth watered instinctively, thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like lando love you so deeply.

as you glanced further up towards his chin, the unshaved rigid surface that sparked electricity over your body, you found him already looking down at you. he wasn’t even paying attention to max at this point, already giving you all of his attention and you didn’t even need to ask. 

you gave him a smile, covering your lips afterward to stifle your giggle, and turned back to p once she tapped you that she’d found a picture for the two of you to color.

“mate?”

lando was lost in a daze staring at you. gawking at your figure, the dress you decided to wear. it was a denim colored sheath that you’d twin with alexandra with. she’d wear the gia dress in a pomegranate hue, whereas you took the navy. 

lando’s hand was cupped against his chin, rubbing over his stubble, keen on watching how you interacted with p. 

your relationship had progressed further than he’s ever gotten to before in his life. he was at a point where he knew he didn’t want anyone else, to explore someone else’s body the way he did yours. he knew you, inside and out, and he didn’t think another connection was even fathomable. 

you appeared to be so gentle with her, taking the time to listen to what she wanted you to do, how to color, maneuver the pens. there would be no outside the line coloring on her watch, that was for sure. 

he found himself smiling bright. 

do you want kids? 

he knew that he did. he always knew that. but he’d never broach the subject to you directly. your relationship with him was secure, but was it eligible to be taken to the next level? would you be frightened by his sudden urge to create a life with you? a product of him, and the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen?

“yeah? sorry.” lando looked back towards max. but it was too late, and max was looking over his shoulder towards you and p.

when he looked back towards lando, he threw his hands up in defense. max rolled his eyes. “don’t know why you haven’t proposed to her yet. what’re you waiting for?” 

lando bristled. he waited a moment to answer, wondering the same fucking thing. what was he waiting on? the perfect time, perhaps. summer break was rapidly approaching, and he certainly had a ring picked out. 

the papaya clad driver pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos, settled on the right one, and handed it to max. the other driver took it, zooming in, not that he needed to. 

“when?”

lando shrugged. “summer break. greece, maybe.” 

max cheered, slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. “you’re serious, mate?” lando nodded. max pulled him in for a hug, slapping him over the back. he couldn’t be happier for his best friend in this moment, starting to jump up and down. lando settled him down and slid his phone back into his pocket. 

“keep it quiet. i want her to be surprised.” 

max made a motion of a lock and key. “surprised about what?” 

lando felt giddy.

you hadn’t been paying much attention to what lando nor max were chittering about. you’d been so hyper focused on coloring with p, that you were absent minded of the conversation behind you. 

p had picked out a cartoon illustration of max and lando smiling towards the viewer. you’d thought it was an adorable choice, and it showed that p was more aware than what she led on to be. she, of course, started coloring in max. with his neutrally blonde hair, redbull cap, she was fast working. 

but then she shoved the book towards you, politely anyways, and pointed at lando, who was yet to be colored in. 

“my turn?” she nodded her head, handing you the orange marker. 

you grinned, carefully coloring in the lines of the drawing before p took a deep breath. “are you and lando married?” 

the question had you freeze momentarily, taken back by her question. “no, p, we’re not.” 

you continued to color, whilst she continued to question. “why not?”

“because he hasn’t asked me.”

“why don’t you ask him?” 

“i’m not sure that’s what he wants.”

p raised a brow. she looked towards lando and max, giggling together like school girls, then back to you and your focused coloring.

she handed you a brown marker for lando’s curls. “i think you should.”

now it was your turn to be inquisitive, “really, now?”

she nodded her head without hesitating. “then you’d be my aunt!” she giggled. 

you colored in lando’s curls, carefully, diligently, thinking of how they felt beneath your fingertips. your breath hitched thinking about the thought of him proposing, wondering if he had ever even thought about it. you knew what your answer would be. it wouldn’t even take a beat of your heart to give him in answer, if he chose to ask. if he chose you. 

with one final stripe of a black marker, your drawing of lando had been finished. you stood up, and so did p. 

“are you going to have babies?”

“p!” you gasped, mouth dropping. “that’s none of your business, young lady.” 

she laughed, twirling around. “what? that’s what mama says happens when you love someone.” confident, wasn’t she? “do you love lando?”

“of course i do, p.”

she gasped.

“is there a baby in there right now?!” she seemed concerned, becoming so bold as to touch your stomach. it was a little higher than where your womb sat beneath your skin, but close enough. 

you shook your head. “no, honey. i am not having a baby right now.” 

she looked disappointed. taking her hand back, she crossed them over her chest. 

“penelope, what are you going on about?” kelly finally chimed in, rubbing p’s back with her hand. 

“nothing.” 

but it wasn’t nothing.

lando appeared behind you, a hand on your lower back. you leaned into him, recognizing his touch, and you got a brief wave of panic wondering if he heard your conversation with p. 

“p,” lando said over your shoulder. she looked up. “do you still have your bracelet making kit?” 

she nodded again, though you weren’t quite sure what he’d need it for. you guessed you’d find out eventually, because lando uttered, “it’s a secret, sorry baby.”

and he followed p to her small table, pulling out the kit from her backpack. she had taken lando’s hand to guide him, and you watched fondly. 

too fondly, you thought, and knew you were in deep shit.

the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagine— filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be. 

in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. “you look nervous,” she gave a short laugh.

you scoffed but joined in on her antics. “do i?” you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress. 

relenting, you couldn’t resist her. there was no reason to— you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs. 

your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, you’d had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; that’s the thing about relationships though, isn’t it? that no matter what hill you’d have to climb, you’d find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which you’d never find each other. 

“he needs this, lils.” you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on. 

“you know he’ll do well.” oh, don’t you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a moment’s worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling. 

and a good one at that. 

qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldn’t be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.

flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.

lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that he’d been holding since he got out of the car. 

“missed my sweet girl,” he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter. 

you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit. 

“‘m so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?” you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief. 

he raised a hand to cup your face before he’d be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he must’ve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized. 

‘daddy’

you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. is this the bracelet he had made with p? 

lando let out a short laugh. “like it?” 

you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. “maybe.” you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger. 

“wore it for you.” 

the statement had you standing up straight. “really now?” lando nodded. 

and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, “don’t get any ideas, baby. i know that look.” 

you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door. 

the following day was race day. you were dressed flawlessly, curating perfection with your outfits to match the same prestige that lando had with his fans. also, you enjoyed feeling pretty. looking pretty, as lando would often say to you. he didn’t forget this morning either, arriving to the paddock with you in tow, hand wrapped tightly with yours.

as he took selfie after selfie, signed hat after hat, he didn’t forget to remind you, “you look beautiful,” that always brought a smile to your face, a blush fanning your cheeks. 

when the two of you made it inside of mclaren’s hospitality, you were greeted by both lily and oscar. you gave her a warming hug, and she returned it with the same affirmation. when you separated, she danced on her tip-toes. lando and oscar side stepped toward the tea and coffee station, chatting amongst themselves. 

“wow!” you were confused, raising a brow. “front row for him, hmm? told you, had nothing to worry about.” 

you rolled your eyes, still holding anxieties for the race. you were always concerned going into a weekend. no matter how many grand prix’s you’ve attended, seen lando come out safe and sound, you still picked at the skin of your fingertips. anxious habits die hard. 

lando’s managers came in alongside oscar’s beckoning both mclaren drivers to follow them to get ready for the race. lando found you instantly, his hands finding the handles on your hips, squeezing inward. you tensed at the action, wondering what had him on such edge. 

you spun, hands running from his chest up to his neck, his cheeks. you cupped his face in your hands, sheepishly smiling. 

“you’ll win this for me?”

he scoffed, “always.” 

you smiled harder—if that was possible— and connected your lips with his. he returned your kiss, diving deep into your mouth. he held you close by your lower back, as if this was the last time that he’d ever kiss you. he sought to deepen your kiss by the clacking of your teeth, his tongue incessantly searching the inside of your mouth. 

you separated yourself, still holding onto his cheeks. lando dipped his forehead against yours, seeking another kiss, but you pulled away. “go. they’re waiting for you.” 

“don’t care.” 

you flushed, allowing him one last peck before you patted his cheek. “seriously. go.” 

he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head, uttering a soft “i love you,” before being swept away. 

“i love you too.” you mouthed, returning your attention back to lily. she was in awe of how you and lando behaved, carving such a rugged, playful boy into a man of posture and mannerisms that were only reflected by your good nature. 

“what?”

“nothing…” she looked away.

“lily.” 

“you’ve got that man on a leash,” she broke into a fit of giggles. you looked back to where they were walking out. lando had been looking for you, then at you. he gave a wave, you returned it, then looked back at lily. 

“i prefer the term ‘free-roaming.’” 

the race was coming to an end with a single lap left. lando led the race with a twenty-two second lead, and your hands were clasped tightly together with your headset on. you listened carefully to his radio messages, sassy and revving, and had your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. with lily by your side, the two of you were anxiously awaiting the end.

your face suddenly appeared on screen, displaying your glistening eyes, perfectly done makeup and hair. a chic smile grew on your cheeks. you turned towards the camera man and allotted a small wave. your name appeared under the screen, lando norris’ partner. 

god…

was there anything more prideful than that?

surely there was, but it didn’t matter to you. you were there to support your boyfriend, lando, your lando, and it was more than enough to see that you were recognized as that. 

the checkered flag appeared and lando was on the headline for crossing. you had to clutch your heart, hoping to grip it from the inside out to slow its beating, and it didn’t cease when his mcl38 zipped past the flag. 

there was an eruption of cheers throughout the garage and you were swarmed with love by the fellow mechanics and lily, too, who was happy for you to witness such a grand victory. a more than well earned victory. 

a second one in the books for him. you couldn’t have been happier. 

the podium gathering didn’t take long, and you managed to be at the front of the barricade, shoved forward by the team. you stood there, graceful and beautiful as he always saw you, and you were the loudest to clap and cheer as he walked out from the cool down room. 

“your winner, lando norris…!” and you couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, the camera picking up your emotional feedback on the big screen. his eyes caught to it from the bannister, stepping up onto the tallest podium, and found you right at the front. his heart melted, dripped a red hot flame that burned for you. to see you there for him, emotional above all, solidified his feelings. what he wanted in his future. 

you. you above anything else. you above racing, his career, his everything. he had nothing if you weren’t by his side. 

he took off his pirelli hat and let the national anthem play. the camera panned away from you then to zak brown. you swayed gently to the anthem, lost in your own world of loving him. you saw him through clear glasses, though he was always your rose. there was nothing more that you wanted in the future than to be with him. you and lando. 

after his attributed champagne pop, the crowd dissipated from the pit lane and you engaged in conversations with different women, friends, and coworkers of mclaren. you were jovial with your presence, engaged as much as you could be, though your thoughts kept tracing back to him. lando, lando, lando. 

you ended your evening in conversations with the ferrari women— alexandra, rebecca, and one of charles’ friends, marta. you’re a recent acquaintance, meeting her only just a few moments ago. she was noticeably pregnant, and you wondered if that was just the recurring theme of the day. 

“how far along are you?” rebecca chimed in. 

“about twenty weeks, i think.” she smiled, holding her bump and leaning back into one of her heels to get a more comfortable angle. 

“half way there! are you excited?” you asked her, sipping your sparkling water. 

“of course,” she grimaced, though there was joy behind her eyes. “it can be hard, but it’s worth it. always worth it to see my husband with my daughter, and now it’ll be brand new with this babe.” 

you gave her a heart-warming smile. 

“they kick every so often—” she grimaced again, reeling her face into a tight knot. “like right now. do you want to feel?” she was looking at you. it took you a second to understand that she was referring to you, but you jumped at the opportunity.

“are you sure…?” 

marta nodded. “put your hand here,” she placed your hand on her right side. you waited a moment before there was a small lurch beneath your palm. you looked up at her in pure disbelief, marveled by such a feeling. you wondered what it’d feel like to feel your own baby kick. 

“so…” alexandra leered mischievously, “do you plan on having children? with lando?” 

is everyone asking that today?

you stood up straight, embarrassed by the question, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “for sure. there’s no one else i want. whenever the time is right.” 

“he’d be such a good dad.” alexandra added, and you couldn’t agree more.

“you should’ve seen him earlier with penelope—” the girls were reeling at your story. “making bracelets with her. almost tripped over my own dress,” you covered your mouth to laugh, attempting to keep your voice down.

“someone has baby fever.” marta commented. 

“ugh,” rebecca groaned. “you two are picturesque. alex and i were just talking about it.” 

“oh?” you wished to know more by their insinuation. it wasn’t often that you listened to anything about you or lando’s relationship. half of the time it was negative comments from fans across social media, and you didn’t want the other half to get to your head. you knew you were lucky as is, the least you could do was stay humble. 

“ohhhh most definitely.” alexandra nodded. “you’ve been together for what— ever? we’re waiting for an engagement post.” 

you were floored. it has been a good amount of time. “so am i,” it came as a laugh. you wondered if lando thought about it. if the thought ever crossed his mind— the possibility of you becoming his wife. 

it did. 

he was watching you. he’d been done with his interviews for a good ten minutes now, but he was gripped by the scene unfolding before him. he had distracted himself by glancing at his phone, pretending to be scrolling through notifications. but he was staring. hard. 

your hand was so tender-loving as it grazed marta’s baby bump. you looked up at her with a graceful smile, asking her important questions about her pregnancy. why were you so interested? 

fuck, he hoped the answer he wanted was what you were thinking. 

you, pregnant in your floral dresses, pleated gowns, traipsing around the halls of your joint home. barefoot, glowing, effervescent. he could see it now. the vision coming to life, coming to fruition from just a mere fantasy. he felt his dick twitch in his pants, his groin running hot.

he overheard the conversation, too. 

“do you plan on having children? with lando?” 

for sure. there’s no one else i’d want. 

fuuuuck. lando had to turn around, attempting to calm himself down. his entire body was aflame, an eternal gloss of bliss for wanting you. needing you. he needed to feel you. your touch. your skin beneath him, the way you curl effortlessly against the shape of his body.

yeah, he’s fucked. 

after a few calming deep breaths, he was at least presentable. with his calmed down cock, he immediately made a beeline in your direction. he wanted—no, needed to get his hands around you as soon as possible. it was a world-ending feeling that suffocated him, gripped him by the throat. 

you heard him approach before you saw him. lando’s hands were warm around your hips as he pulled you close. you felt the outline of his cock in his pants as he jut his hips forward. you turned your head over your shoulder, glancing up at him. 

his nose found a home in the curve of your neck. you giggled when you felt his stubble tickle your skin, a hand coming instinctively to hold the side of his face tight against your skin. he breathed soundly against you, finding eternal peace of mind plastered against your body.

“it was nice seeing you alex, rebecca.” you began to bid your farewells. “marta, it was a pleasure to meet you.” marta leaned in for a hug, which pulled you away from the warmth of lando’s body. you felt like a snail ripped from its shell— hollow, cold. 

“the same for you,” pregnancy looked good on her. though, you can’t recall the last time you’ve seen her without a baby blooming inside her. “if you ever need advice…alex has my number.” 

you blushed, feeling lando’s hand around your lower belly tense. “thank you. i’ll be in touch.” you glance towards rebecca and alexandra, following lando’s pace back to the car.

lando’s eyes were hot as they drilled holes into the side of your head. you could feel it, though you weren’t even looking at him. “i can feel your urge to talk, lan.” 

he laughed, holding your hand tight in his. “no. no, it’s nothing.” 

you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“okay, okay,” he apologized, taking your hand back into his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss. his lips were warm and wet against your skin. your breath hitched.

“well, go on, then.” 

“this is the congratulations i get? damn, baby, you’re rugged.” 

you shoved his face away, beginning to walk back to the car once more. “you know i’m proud. don’t be silly, now.” 

“i know, i know,” there was a brief silence. “you can show me in other ways.” 

“lando!” you gasped, and he broke into a fit of laughter. “dirty bastard.” you mumbled. 

“what was that, baby?” 

“nothing. nothing. just like what you wanted to tell me, i guess.” two can play at this game. you heard him scoff, but ultimately relent. 

“alright, alright. i just…” he became shy with the tone of his voice. you could recognize it instantly. “heard your conversation with the girls, is all.” 

you attempted your best effort to still your facial expressions from annoyance, shock, embarrassment, and all of the fucking above. 

 “you heard…all of it?” 

“the gist.” 

you tried to cover your face to shield yourself from the world. god, that was your fucking nightmare. you hadn’t ever even touched upon a subject like that with him before. and now he had heard it from you talking to your girlfriends? oh, you just felt like the worst girlfriend in the world right now. 

“fuck. i didn’t mean to—” 

“no, baby,” he opened the car door for you to slip into the passenger seat. you stepped in, gripping his forearm to sit down. 

when he climbed in himself and turned over the engine, you shifted to face him. before you could even open your mouth to speak, he cut you off. 

“i want kids, too, you know. with you.” 

“oh.” a weight lifted from your shoulders in that moment, and then you felt utterly stupid for thinking that he would’ve reacted badly. this is your lando you’re talking to. a man you can share anything with. “you do?” 

he looked flabbergasted. “you’re joking, right?”

you shot your hands up in defense. “i don’t know! children aren’t exactly…temporary. i just— i didn’t know if you thought of me—”

“you’re permanent, love.” his hand wrapped around your thigh as he pulled out of the driver’s lot, whipping past the fans that were keen on snapping a picture of him. 

though you’ve known that, deep down, it still hit you like the first time he told you that he loved you. a jaw-dropping epiphany that had been right in front of you the whole time. you’d been short-sighted, enjoying every moment that you had with him, and had become unknowing about the future you’ve been perpetuating with him.

you covered his hand with your own, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. the charm bracelet ‘daddy’ dangled between your fingers, rolling the beads over and over again. 

“you’d make a good daddy, wouldn’t you?” you said the words under your breath, but even he could hear them like you’d shouted them in his face. he tightened his grip around your thigh.

“don’t say things like that,” he shook his head, eyes locked on the road ahead. 

the air became heavy between you two. when wasn’t it? not only did passion run through your veins, but heinous desire breathed life to your souls. 

“why?” you stroked the top of his hand with your nails. “you heard what i said to the girls.” his head lolled against the back rest. “what’s different now?” 

you felt the car accelerate. it vibrated the cushion you were nestled atop of, sending shockwaves through your cunt.

“driving me fucking nuts, darling.” 

you knew you were. it was the secret to your relationship— the two of you understanding what made you tick. seethe with lust until there was no other option for you to climb him like a tree.

it didn’t take long before he reached the hotel, pulling up to the front. you were getting your things to get up, but he was lost on his phone, pretending to be busy. “coming?” you asked.

“pfft—” you could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror. “i wish. give me a second.” you couldn’t help but huff to yourself under your breath, stepping out of the car with your heels clinking to the ground.

 with your purse over your shoulder you stepped up onto the curb, but was distracted by a small voice echoing over your shoulder. 

down the sidewalk was a mother and a stroller. you smirked lowly, taking only the few steps it’d take to reach the mother and child. 

“oh my gosh,” you squealed. the mother was taken back, but by your demeanor and eyes on her baby, she returned a smile. by her pink bonnet and bunny swath, you knew she was the cutest thing you’d ever laid eyes on. “she is just the cutest thing!” 

“thank you,” the woman said.

“she looks just like her mama,” you heard lando’s car door open, most definitely within earshot. “don’t you, sweet thing? yes you do!” you cooed at the baby, who erupted in a fit of louder giggles and mumbles. 

the mother was flushed, but happy. “you’re too kind. you’re good with children? do you have any of your own?” 

jackpot..!!

you clutched your purse as you stood up straight. you played into your theatrics, “oh gosh, i wish! my husband and i have been trying for ages, but he’s just so busy with work…” 

the woman tsked with disappointment for you. “you’d make a beautiful mother,” 

“you think so?” 

she nodded her affirmation. 

“that’s so sweet of you.” you were really milking this scene, especially that you knew lando was listening. 

“is that your husband there?” she pointed to over your shoulder. and there he was, your husband, watching the two of you from behind the ajar car door. 

“mmm, yes, it is.” you offered a cordial wave to him. he stuck two fingers up for a lazy wave, waiting for you to return to him. “i should go. it was a pleasure, ma’am. your baby is adorable.”

she nodded a thanks, and you took your sweet time walking back to the car. you could hear lando tapping the windshield incessantly. before his head dipped down back into the car he called, “get back in.” 

you…admit, you were confused. brows furrowed, you opened the passenger side door and bent down, “why—?”

“get in the car,” your name was a rumble in his chest. you still didn’t know what he was doing nor going, and your stubborn self wouldn’t settle for a verbal answer.

you took too long for him. gripping your arm, he pulled you into the passenger seat, and you landed on your ass with a ‘thump’. 

he fired up the engine again and pulled out of the traffic circle of the hotel. he radiated with heat— you could feel it from where you sat. “where are we going?” 

he didn’t answer you. 

you crossed your arms and legs, looking out the window. the area was unknown to you, but lando always seemed like he knew where he was going. 

it took only a minute for him to pull into an empty level of a parking garage, dimly lit with only one overhead light at the entrance of the ramp. he put the car in park. 

“what are we—”

you couldn’t finish your sentence until you were on his lap, hands gripping your waist so tightly that you had to gasp for air. 

“husband?” 

oh

oh…!

well, this was a change you welcomed with open arms. 

he lowered the seat back until you were straddled atop of him, fingers aimlessly toiling with the zipper of his jeans. 

“don’t know what you’re—”

he snapped upward, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “baby,” he breathed, and you shivered. “what do you want?”

your hips naturally moved back and forth against his own, dress hiked well above your stomach. his hand snaked between your legs, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. he hummed when you didn’t reply, flicking his finger upward to graze your clit. 

you mewled. 

“what was that?”

your hand twisted around the hem of his shirt. you were already breathless, clenching around nothing except the sound of his words. 

“tell me,” he muttered, staring up at your disheveled state. he made quick work of sliding your panties to the side, massaging the folds of your cunt between his fingers. you continued your writhing against him. 

“want you,” was what you managed to breathe out, hips rutting against his palm. he tsked, but allowed you this moment. a moment for him to bask in the way that you move your hips, writhe against his clothed cock that was egregiously hardening by the second and each amount of pressure you applied. 

he slid his fingers in and out of you with ultra maneuvering, in and out, all around. he was a mastermind when it came to feeling you up, exploring you both on the outside, and the in. you were in heaven, ultimately, when he curled his fingers so deeply upon thrusting them. your cunt tightened so viciously around him that he groaned, his head falling back and his hardened cock thrusting upward. to no avail, his dick was strained against the cloth of his pants.

“fuck,” he cussed, curling his fingers over and over again. your body began to shiver, and only began to fall from grace when his thumb traced against your clit. stimulation grew hotter and hotter, until you let out a piercing moan from the depths of your throat. he angled his fingers differently, making you squirm.

“lando!” you breathed, feeling your climax creeping up on you faster than you could even blink. your core tightened, a coil of veracious flames churning around each other manifesting a slew of energy that released sparks from your nerves. your folds were inflamed, puffy, beating hot that you couldn’t think straight. lando was touching you with his other hand anywhere that he could reach. he palmed your breasts through your dress, twisted a nipple to earn a delicious squeal. 

“come on, sweet thing,” he encouraged you with that stupid lopsided smile of his, you were looking down on him, sweat beading at his forehead, pupils blown dark and wide. his hand that was groping your breast moved upward, threading around the column of your throat. “show daddy what you’re made of.” 

his hand tightened, and you felt the coil snap. he continued to pump his fingers in and out, maneuvering so perfectly, hitting that exact spot with precision. 

he knew you came when your eyes rolled back into your head, legs quivering around his waist. god, you’re a sexy thing. 

his hand loosened from around your neck, dropping to your chest, fiddling with the van cleef necklace he had gifted you. it reeked of possession, marking you as his with the “l.n.” initials engraved on the back of the golden surface.

the moment of bliss passed before he was pulling the zipped down from your dress and throwing it from over your head. your panties were next, though the fabric was thin as is. there you were, bare and glistening, before your so-called ‘husband’ as you had worded it. he wouldn’t forget it, a spark igniting within him that was lit by the phrase leaving your tongue. he didn’t think that it would affect him so much—

but it did. 

he made quick work of his own pants, shoving them down to his knees beneath you, breathless and needy. 

you gripped the hem of his shirt. he lifted his arms to hasten the process, and the shirt went to the back seat. with his skin exposed, you couldn’t help but run your hands along his tan, toned chest. it made you dripping wet, though he was barely touching you now. 

with your skin atop of his, carnage was sure to ensue. he took a drag of his fingers against your wet cunt and brought it to his lips. he sucked on them, releasing with a ‘pop.’ your mouth hung open in anticipation for what he was going to do next. he always kept you on your toes. 

but this…this is not what you expected. 

he took a ring from his index finger, plated in silver, and slid it onto your ring finger on your left hand. the wedding finger. 

it stuck to your sweaty palm, sure enough to not slip off. 

“let’s make it official then, pretty girl.” 

you sat upon him astonished, looking down at the adornment that he had given to you. it dazzled on your finger. 

“if you’re my wife, what does that make me?”

the words trembled from your lips, thighs tightening around his own. you could feel his dick sprung to life against your backside. “my husband.” 

“good, baby, you learn fast.” 

you gulped, finally taking a look at him from his propped upright position. he was downright smitten with you, guzzling everything about you inside of him. you were his, so much fucking so, that he was going to ruin you. and he didn’t even feel bad for wanting it. 

“my husband…” you repeated, lowering your face down to meet his own. he smelled so good—a mix of sweat and his cologne. 

his hand tangled into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to meet your eye level. 

“makes me fucking crazy when y’say it…” 

you knew that was the truth. you’d known the minute you sat down in the car. his demeanor had changed, shifted to something darker that you didn’t quite understand. it was insane enough as is that you’d discovered so many things about him within a short period of time. 

“husband, daddy…what’s the difference?” you cooed, kissing up and down his neck. he groaned, landing a smack on your ass that had you giggling. 

“‘ll just make you a mommy if you keep throwin’ that word ‘round.” 

you grinned ear to ear. against his cheek, you took a deep breath in, before letting go. 

“daddy.” 

if you’ve ever made a good decision in your life, this has to be the best. a switch flipped. gears started to turn in his head. the spark plug burst into flames. 

you were his undoer,

the key to his shackled restraint,

the sun to his universe.

it was always you. you’d been right in front of him for the past two years. two years to get to this point. two years for the woman he loved most in this world to be sucking his neck whispering ‘daddy’ into his ear. 

lando sat upright in the seat. with a hand at the back of your head, he forced eye contact with you. this was different. this look. you could feel it in your heart, your folds, as they began to beat synchronously. life with him was euphoria, and sex had been the serendipitous release for both of you. 

but seeking the future together?

heaven incarnate.

despite being locked inside such a tight space, lando managed to swap your position with a suave move. you were on your back, shocked by his carnal rampage, as he hooked your legs upward. your toes scathed the ceiling of the car, pressed deep into the metal chassis. 

“kiss me,” you demanded with the breath that you could take. he didn’t waste a second, leaning down to your lips and capturing you with the most breathtaking press that he could muster. his tongue and your own fought for dominance over one another; you lost, quickly, unable to match his revered pace. 

he wanted to eat you from top to bottom. devour your insides, carry you with him every day of his life. you would be his, one way or another, and he didn’t care how it was. 

lucky enough, you were more than willing to be his bride, his lover, his person. 

because he was yours. 

then he was inside of you. braving the treachery of your tight walls, he hissed when the tip of his cock slipped through your folds. you’d been dripping on the leather seat. 

“fuck, baby…” his head fell to the crevice of your neck and collarbone. 

“oh my goddd…” the moan you both let out was terribly lewd, grotesque, even, with how he didn’t start a pace. you both savored this sweet moment of lust, passion, and a figurative toast to a lifelong commitment to fucking one another. 

with each thrust he took, he aimed to make a statement. deeper and deeper he penetrated you, his cock crafted of divine measure with how he quartered your g-spot. 

you could never stay still beneath him. it had him on edge the way you squirmed. dare say it was one of the most favorite things about you, though the list would be never-ending. you shiver from pleasure, leaning into him as your cunt squelches beneath you. 

echoes of moans bounce off the interior of the car, whilst a smile of greed and possession conceives on his own cheeks. the angle he has you at is deeper than any that you’ve had before— it left no room for noncommittal nature, no room for you to complain about wanting him closer, more, more, more. 

“y’feel me here?” his hand rest on your lower belly, your womb, as he applied pressure. you do feel him there. the indent of his cock is poignant, bulging out from the skin. 

“mhm…!” you whine, trying to keep your mouth shut from the onslaught of moans pouring out. 

his attention turned to your tits as he swallowed a nipple whole with his tongue, sucking feverishly at the sensitive bud. it had you weak, dribbling to puddy. 

he could only think about how you’d look pregnant. swollen tits, round belly, glowing with his child. 

“this what you wanted?” he grunted, his pace quickening. you were too dumb to speak, a droplet of drool leaking from your mouth. “hm? fuck you—fuck, fill you up?” 

your back arched at the sentence, not knowing that his words could have such an arousing effect on you. this arousal was different. the way you clench around him was different. your actions spoke a lot louder than your words. 

“yeah? i can feel you, darling.” sounds of skin slapping and your hoarse voice could only be heard. he fucked you so good, treated you even better. fuck it, you’d rather be pregnant than anything else. 

“please, please…” you didn’t know what you were pleading for, in truth— he was already fucking you like he’d been in a rut. 

“yeah? that what you want? want a baby?” 

your head nodded furiously up and down, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks. lando bent down to kiss them away, followed by a capturing of your lips. he swallowed your breaths, your moans. he trailed kisses down the column of your throat; your collarbones, breasts, nipples, nothing went untouched by his mouth. 

“god…these…” he muttered against your tits, voice sending shockwaves through your body. “imagine how big they’d be.” he managed to chuckle to himself. “swollen and beautiful,” he kissed the top of your abdomen. 

“lando…”

his head shot up from his daze. 

“the time is right. please, please—” your words seemed to hit him like a truck. the foreplay had turned reality, and he was more than ready to lurch into fate. 

“what, pretty girl?”

your face flushed, biting your lip. “give me a baby, need it—lan, need it so bad.” your hand found the back of his neck, tugging on the strands of his hair. 

he tsked, his pace evening out to a level throttle. your lips formed a sweet pout, and he stroked your chin with his index finger. “give you?” he mocked. “oh, don’t think that’s how we ask, do we?”

“lan…please, please, can i have your baby? need it so bad lando, need it…” you swallowed your breath. “daddy…wanna make you a daddy…please.” 

it was more than enough for him. “atta girl.” he grunted, deepening his lackluster thrusts into thrilling rides on his cock. “y’learn fast…kids ‘r gonna be so smart.” 

“yes, yes! so good, lan.” you heaved, the heat in your cunt finding a boiling point, and he felt it by how tight you became around him. 

“go on, baby, take it. be a good girl and take it all.” you’d do anything to hear your lando call you a good girl. it had been more than enough to send you over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that had slick seeping around his cock. your vision whitened, and you could only see the shadow of your ‘husband’ through the light. 

with sloppy thrusts, lando came with ease. he didn’t pull out urgently, letting his cum soak inside of you. he peppered kisses along your ankles, your calves, and let them fall to the seat. 

out of breath, your chests rose and fell at a rapid pace. lando’s forehead connected with your own, and through the haze of post-sex, he smiled at you. 

you smiled back. the two of you broke into a laugh. 

“fuckin’ knew that was gonna happen today.” he commented lazily into your chest. a hand of yours threaded through his brown curls. 

“your mastermind plan to babytrap me.” 

he raised a brow. “did you plan on leaving?”

you gave him a knowing look. “not in the slightest.” 

he became embarrassed and sheepish as he hid his face into your ribs. “no chance of it, now.” 

you chuckled, flexing your fingers to see the ring still there. “i want a real proposal, by the way.” 

his head shot up. “what? this wasn’t good enough?”

you palmed his face with one hand, and tugged the back of his curled head with the other. “bastard.” 

it only took you two ten minutes to get your clothes back on from such a leisurely excursion from the empty parking garage. covered in his spit, sweat, and cum, you didn’t feel….dirty. 

when he finally pulled up to the valet and opened the door for you, you stepped out as graciously as possible. though your hair was a tangled mess— you tried your best. lucky enough it was late enough to where minimal paparazzi were gathered. thank god. 

you shifted on your feet, shimmying the dress down, but lando came to your rescue. he pulled the dress down where it was crumpled at the back, caught between the hem of your soaked underwear. 

“that was a rental, wasn’t it?” you pointed out, looking over your shoulder.

“they should auction it.” 

you spun around and laughed in his face, gagged by the ego he has. “you have a big head.” 

“need all that room for you.” 

“cheesy.” 

lando’s eyes lit up— though exhausted from the day and your antics, the sun still rose for him— “almost forgot—” he reached into his pocket whilst you waited patiently. 

he pulled out a bracelet.

a friendship bracelet. 

“thought it suited you.” he put it around your wrist, and you analyzed it clearly. in white, capitalized letters it read:

“MOMMY”

“you really had this thing planned.” you were impressed. 

he shifted on his heels, throwing his hands up as if saying ‘what can i say?’ “p thinks you’re pregnant now.” 

you gasped. “lando!” 

“i mean…hopefully.” he winked as you fiddled with the jewelry, still not bothering to take off the ring from your finger. 

“well…” you brought a finger to your lips, thinking, “we have to be certain, don’t we?” 

lando was catching your drift as you walked backwards towards the entrance of the hotel, luring him in with your charisma. “perhaps…”

“so…we need to try again.” he wasn’t going to argue with that. “and again.” or that. “and again, for good measure.” 

“you’re gonna kill me, baby.” he whined, chasing you up the steps. you squealed, running forward. inside the elevator you two went, clicking the floor for your room. 

after further inspection, lando’s brows furrowed after he glanced over you. “what?” 

he covered his mouth to shield his devious smile. 

“what, lando?” 

he coughed to hide his amusement, but it was a very bad act. “you’re…”

“what?” 

“you’re dripping.”

you looked down at your thighs and saw the glistening reflection of his cum seeping out of you. fuck. maybe the first time was the charm, but you hoped it wasn’t. 

you really hoped it wasn’t. 

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Egotober, Day 9: Shatter

[thollandneedy]

Don't you know- Peter Parker

A/n: Nah 'cause that fucking happened to me last week and i HAD TO write about it (Ofc with very different context and description). Btw, i listened to "Don't you know" by James Young while writing it, in case someone likes to listen to music while reading

Warnings: Swearing and smut

Summary: Peter and Y/n get stuck on traffic, but that doesn't mean that it have to be boring...

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"Shut up" Y/n exclaims, smiling at her boyfriend.

"I told you May, would get me one," Peter comments, crossing his arms and looking sideways at the girl next to him, who seems to be enchanted by the small black car the boy had gotten for his eighteenth birthday.

"It's so cute! I love it." The girl laughs, walking a few steps forward and leaning her weight on the open window, so that she can see the details of the car her boyfriend had won.

"Say goodbye to meters and borrowed cars. Now I'm a new man." Peter walked to the front door, opened it and sat down in the driver's seat. His body slouches forward, reaching out and pulling the door open so that his girlfriend can get into the car too. "And I'm going to take my dear lady for a ride in this little beauty here" The brunette put both hands on the steering wheel.

May had always been a hard-working woman, and supporting her nephew when the boy's parents died had become a kind of livelihood so that she could have the energy to work. Due to financial difficulties, Peter didn't have anything above his aunt's budget, but after a promotion, she had finally managed to scrape together enough to give her nephew a car. Stark had also helped with some of the finances and to make the car more powerful than it already was, so it was a gift from both of them to the hero.

Y/n put on her seatbelt, pulling one of its sides until she could feel the pressure against her body. The girl slipped one of her free hands over Peter's hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, allowing him to give it to her after shifting into gear and continuing his journey. Late evening in New York was slowly falling, as the orange light from the buildings reflected off the crowded streets during rush hour. A few bars and restaurants were starting to open, and Peter had his plan to take his girlfriend out for a bite to eat and then park their conversations in an empty parking lot so that they could also get some alone time. The girl took off her two shoes, crossed her legs covered by jeans, and opened Spotify on her transparent cell phone with a Polaroid photo of the two of them.

"Can I put on a song?" The girl asks.

"Sure, love." Peter updates the car's multimedia while his girlfriend searches for something to listen to. 

"So, tell me. Who chose the car? Did you know you'd win?" The girl rests her hands on her lap.

"May had commented that one day she would give me everything I asked for, but it was never something I cared much about. She got a promotion at the hospital, and consequently her salary increased. Ever since I turned 16, she was raking it in." Peter comments without taking his eyes off the street.

"So you're going to be my private driver?" Y/n asked jokingly, causing the brunette to check his eyes in response.

"As far as I know, you have a driver's license." The hero laughs.

"Why would I drive if now you can take me wherever I want? I thought that was the definition of a passanger princess." The girl put her hand to her chest in an attempt to express surprise.

"Oh yes! Of course." Peter laughs.

(...)

"I'm literally going to explode," Peter says, opening the restaurant door so that his girlfriend can get out first. 

"Tell me about it." The girl says, putting her hand on her stomach and then looking at the time on her cell phone. "Fuck, we've got to get going. My parents will kill me if I'm late on a weekday."

"I thought they'd take it easy on you after eighteen." Peter takes the car key out of his pocket.

"They trust me, but still, we live in New York and they're worried." The girl shrugged, unable to contradict her parents.

"I'll take care of you, kitten. You're safe from the dangers of the night when you walk with me." Peter says proudly, causing a low chuckle from his girlfriend who was walking with her arms crossed.

"Of course! Let's pull you out of the superhero closet and tell my parents that I'm dating a guy who could have an accident at any moment in a fight with evil, technological villains." Y/n opens the car door, then sits down again.

"I think it's a great idea. We can let them know that you'll be moving in with me when I pass MIT, and we'll live in a house in the country with two kids and a dog." Peter comments, closing the car door and continuing his journey.

The white lights of the streets, together with the moon, gave the teenagers an unreal feeling. That feeling that the world isn't real, and their existence is just another speck in the middle of several grains of sand on a beach called the universe. The car drove slowly, on purpose, as Peter didn't want his girlfriend to leave. A slow song was playing on Y/n's Bluetooth, which responded to the music by diverting its eyes from the multimedia system implanted in the center of the car's dashboard. 

Peter laughed out loud when he read the name of the playlist the song was part of

"Really? Sexy guilty pleasure? That's the name of your sex playlist?" Peter makes fun of his girlfriend, who stares at him while holding in her laughter.

"In my defense, I started it when I was 16 and I haven't changed it because I find the name comical." The girl smiles as she says it, remembering when she had started exploring the literary universe of hot scenes in books that seemed innocent.

"Your sex life is comical, Y/n." Peter laughs, but then realizes what he's just said, and also jokes about himself without realizing it.

Y/n laughs out loud

"You're terrible at insults." The girl nods, looking at the passing streets like a drawing blurred by the speed of the car.

"Why haven't I ever heard that playlist?" The brunette lowered his eyes again to the name of the playlist playing in his car.

"I use it from time to time to read, or even when I... well... you know." Peter feels the blush rising to his cheeks.

His sex life with Y/n was almost restricted, and could even be considered for those over 14 if they were to classify it. Peter and Y/n hadn't had sex yet, let alone talked about it openly since their time together was considerably short. Even when they were friends, the subject of sex had never come up, unless they were in a circle of older friends and both were drunk. But even in this state, it seemed like a great sin to talk about sex. 

"Really?" Peter swallows dryly, stopping at a red light and running both hands down his dark-wash jeans.  "And what's that like?"

Y/n sucks in a breath when she hears her boyfriend's question. Their eyes meet, then dart away again in an attempt to make the conversation as awkward as possible. Y/n never had a problem talking about sex, but when it came to Peter, even his presence made her nervous.

"When I..." The girl tries to finish the sentence, really being precise in asking if he was asking about what she does in the long hours alone at night while Peter is asleep.

The boy can hear his girlfriend's heartbeat increasing and her throat swallowing. 

"That's it." He cuts her off.

The light turns green, and the blaring horn of a car cuts through the tension created between the two. Peter turns his eyes to the busy streets, while Y/n searches for confidence in herself. 

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye.

Gray shirt clinging to her toned muscles

Tight pants drawing her ass in perfectly

Puffed-out chest

Perfectly wavy hair

Her legs cross over each other, shrinking her body.

“Holy fuck” Peter thinks when he saw his girlfriend crossing her legs 

"It's nice. I like listening to music and closing my eyes, because I seem to get lost in time and sensation." The girl says, still silently watching hers boyfriend's reaction. "I like being without anything on my body. Just the cold sheets because of the air conditioning I turn on, so I don't sweat so much."

Peter pressed the steering wheel against his hands

"And what do you think about?" The boy asks as if his words were sailing over brittle ice.

Y/n takes a deep breath, turning half her torso towards her boyfriend.

What was she thinking?

Perhaps the times her parents went out on business, and the couple found themselves on the sofa taking off only their blouses. Or when she first felt Peter hard while she was on his lap kissing him

When he came out of the shower with just a towel tied around his waist, and his hair dripping with cold water. 

When he used his index finger to touch her chin, and pull her into a kiss

Those same fingers that could touch you so deeply that your legs would collapse without the strength to stand up, and he would pick you up to use you once again as whatever he wanted you to be. Only he could make you feel so wet that you didn't want his touch so close for fear of losing the track.

"You"

Peter feels his cock against the factory of his underpants.

"Tell me about what." His voice comes out sultry, as if for a few seconds, he had put his shame aside. "I want to hear you, love," the brunette asked, taking one of his hands off the gearshift and slowly reaching for Y/n's hand, which was resting on his thigh with the cell phone.

Peter had never acted or spoken like that, but he couldn't deny to himself that he wanted more. He always wanted more, not even if he had to imagine tasting his girlfriend's sweetness. His cock was throbbing against his pants, and he could feel it twitching inside them, while his breathing made a point of being nervous. Feeling Y/n on his fingers, wrinkling them with the groove of his cum, or even thinking about the sensation of his walls meeting his cock, made him lose his shame in seconds. 

When he thought about it, it was something extremely out of touch with reality, but everything he wanted to do, fortunately the initiative had to come from him. Hearing from his own girlfriend that she masturbated thinking about what he was doing was like raising the hackles of a king

The car seemed to get smaller and smaller, and not even the wind in the air could stop them both wanting to take off their clothes. The leather seat seemed to cling to their sweaty skins, searching for something to hold them inside the car. For Y/n, she couldn't describe whether the situation was good or bad, as her sexual experiences had not been very positive during her teenage years.

"I think of your touch. That time we kissed, and I could feel you brushing past my thigh and slowly trying to find my clit." The girl adjusted her posture in the chair, letting her legs relax as well as her posture.

Peter, for his part, could feel everything she was feeling. His powers allowed him to see that she was getting more and more comfortable in the seat because her hard-on was increasing with every double entendre word that was directed at her, and it was a very interesting game to play in the car during a post-work commute in New York. The cars moved slowly, and even if the clock asked them to go faster, they didn't want to. 

"Did you like it?" One of Peter's fingers slid down, tracing a straight line between the upper part of Y/n's thigh.

"Uh-huh." The girl commented, seeing that her hand had now lost the warmth of his touch, so that her body could feel it. 

"Me too." Peter comments, allowing his whole hand to touch Y/n's thigh, squeezing it briefly as a silent sign of confirmation that everything was okay. Then, his middle finger traced a line down the middle of her legs, causing a low moan to escape Y/n's mouth, who, still embarrassed, allowed her legs to spread further apart. The hero's cock was begging to be touched, but this wasn't the first time he'd thought of doing it. His plan had always been to let things happen naturally, but he was also smart enough to know that now with a car, he had more freedom.

"Peter." Y/n's hand finds his fist. "And if anyone sees. There are traffic cameras that can...

"The windows are tinted." Parker comments, looking directly at his girlfriend's breasts which were becoming more and more exposed against her clingy blouse. " Are you okay?"

"Please." Y/n begs in a sly request, drawing a naughty smile from the brunette. 

His index finger fingered his girlfriend's wet spot against the factory of her pants, putting pressure on the girl who relaxed her body against the seat. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other between his girlfriend's legs, Peter grunts to himself.

"Fuck, Y/n. You... you have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you for months." Peter confesses, biting his lip as he feels the girl roll against his fingers and lay her head back on the bench. 

"You have?" The girl gasps.

"We've never been able to spend much time alone, and I've always refused to do anything because... fuck... I can't want to fuck you," Parker confesses, trying to balance the car, his hard-on and his girlfriend at the same time.

Y/n feels her feet fall from the stereotypical virgin pedestal she has built for herself. Peter had never been a saint, and as hard as it was to believe because of his cute face and lack of girl-talking skills, he was still a male teenager who had desires and wishes repressed by shame. 

"Peter." Y/n groans lowly, gripping the hero's wrist tightly as he manages to find her weak spot.

A satisfied smile came from his lips as he began to make circular movements, causing the girl to moan a little louder. Y/n lowered her eyes to the pants that suddenly seemed to be tighter than usual on hers boyfriend. His decency as a person had gone, and all she could think about was tasting him and making him feel so good that he spoke his name out loud without caring if anyone heard.

"Yes. Speak my name, Y/n." The brunette asked, continuing his movements, but increasing the speed.

The friction was intense, and it would have been easy for her to finish right where she started, but her sense of justice and pity tried to speak louder.

"I wanted to touch you." Y/n exposed, staring shamelessly at the bulge in Peter's pants. 

"You talk so innocently as if you didn't want me to be fucking you with my fingers on this very bench." Peter lets out a sarcastic laugh, denying it to himself, and casting a longing glance at him.

Y/n's walls contract as he speaks, as if his body had a will of its own and felt empty when he had nothing to satisfy his carnal desires. 

"I can hear your heart racing, darling." Peter takes his hand off the wheel for a moment, squeezing his hard cock as a form of relief.

Removing the hand that was between his girlfriend's legs, he adjusts the rearview mirror and looks both ways down the avenue. 

"Why did you stop?" The girl straightens her posture in concern.

"I need you now."

"What?" Y/n swallows dryly.

"I want to have sex with you now. Do you?" Parker asks angrily.

Without thinking, Y/n replies:

"I want to" 

"Okay." The boy shifts into gear so that he can change lanes and find another road that leads further away. In a moment of anxiety, the car dies. "Fuck!" Peter curses, drawing a nervous smile from his girlfriend.

"Let's get out of here, Parker. I'm dying to get a taste of you."

[ponyosmom35]

family

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability chapter thirty

synopsis: simon is meeting readers family for the first time. he's been keeping a secret from her, worried about how she might react.

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of PTSD

Liability series:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

He hasn’t done a good job of keeping his nerves under control. He wipes his sweaty palms on his pants for the third time as his mind goes over everything that could possibly go wrong. The idea of meeting her family terrifies him. What if they don’t like him? What if he doesn’t like them? He knew a lot about her childhood and how she always felt that Emma was prioritized, he’d seen first hand how it affected her to this day. Of course he’d been told how close the family had become after the tragic passing of the eldest daughter. He was happy they were able to resolve their differences and come together. 

Above all he was well aware that a massive secret he’d kept from her was about to come out. His stomach rolled at the thought, he felt as though he could throw up. The truth was that tonights dinner would not be the first time he’d met her parents. After Emma died, Simon and Price flew to the states and presented her family with an American flag, and sat down with them to explain what happened. This was something he’d done in the past, however it being her older sister made the task nearly unbearable. But he knew it was his responsibility. He was terrified that her parents were going to hate him due to his face being there to tell them their daughter was dead. The worst day of their lives, and he was the face of the person who ruined their family. Simon had no idea how she would react. Would she be upset at him for keeping this from her? Would it bring up the past and trigger her PTSD? 

He’d tried to cancel, but he could only use so many excuses. He knew that this needed to happen. He couldn't avoid her family for the rest of their lives, especially when he planned to spend the rest of his life with her. 

She notices his unease after she looks over at him to sing along to one of their favorite songs. She frowns as she could see the anxiety coming from him. She reaches to his hand which was placed on the gear shift and rubs his skin gently. 

He instantly relaxes when he feels her touch. Her warmth, her tenderness, is just what he needed to calm down and remember that things will be fine. As he focuses on her and their journey he feels a sense of relief wash over him. 

“They’re gonna love you” she promises 

He sighs, this time feeling much better about things. He turns his head and looks at her with a smile. “You really think so?”

“I know so”

“What if I say the wrong thing?” 

“You won’t”

“If they ask about work?”

“They know how we met, they aren’t aware of the details obviously but they know that you worked with me on base, and they know that the rest is classified. Why are you so worried about this? Simon they already love you” 

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve been talking about you nonstop for the past year, they are well aware how much I love you” she explains. 

He leans in close to her as he stops at a red light. He presses his lips to her forehead and closes his eyes. “Thank you baby”

“It’s just this house on the right” she points out, he pulls into the driveway and turns of the ignition, staring at her. 

“I have something to tell you” he admits 

“What?”

“This isn’t the first time-”

“There she is!” her mother calls out from the porch, she runs over to the passenger side door and opens it, welcoming her daughter in a hug. 

Simon gets out of the truck and walks to where they were standing. He bows his head slightly as her father embraces her. She turns to introduce him to her parents when she notices their wide eyes staring at him. Her mother begins to tear up and she frowns. 

“Mom? whats wrong?” she asks in concern 

“Simon, I’m so happy to see you again” she says placing a gentle hand on his face, he smiles and she hugs him. Her mouth falls open in shock and she tries to comprehend what she was seeing. 

“Been too long son, how are you?” her dad says, grabbing his hand and shaking it. 

“Been well mate”

“I’m sorry, does anyone wanna tell me how you know each other?” she asks 

“He didn’ tell you?” her mom asks as she pulls away from him

“Tell me what?” she asks, turning to him.

“Price and I brought the flag home to your parents after Emma” he admits 

“What?” she asks 

“Honey he’s been sending flowers every month for the grave” her mom adds 

“You have?” she asks looking up at him with tears filling her eyes as her lips begin to tremble. Simon internally panics and places a hand on her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you”

“Why did you do that?”

“For Emma” he answers

She is unable to hold back her tears and he gently wipes them, holding her jaw in his hands. “I’m sorry love”

“Thank you for taking care of her” she answers 

“Always” 

She looks over to her mother who’s wiping her tears as well. Simon wraps his arm around her and kisses her forehead. 

“Now that I’ve made everyone cry, should we get inside?” he asks. The three broken hearted family members laugh and lead him inside the house. 

“Simon I made fish and chips, fresh halibut from our trip this morning” her dad states, wrapping his arm around Simon’s shoulder.

“Sounds delicious mate”

“Well we wanted to treat you, y/n mentioned that it was your favorite meal” 

“Thank you guys”

“Its the least we could do, thank you for taking such good care of our daughters. We’re so lucky to have you in the family” her mom says as she leads them into the kitchen. 

Simon pauses at the words, he smiles and swallows the lump in his throat. Family. A word he’d tried to hard to run from. A word that used to tear him to pieces. He swore to himself he’d never allow people to get close to him in order to prevent a similar fate to his family. He tried to fight it. But after a while he realized that the only thing he was protecting himself from was love. He’d been so miserable before she came into his life, he was a walking corpse. Living for the job and the violence. 

Now Simon Ghost Riley was sat at the dinner table with the woman he loved and her parents. This was his family. He would never let anything happen to them.

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[detectiveneve]

Love your little meta analyses of Astarion and would LOVE to hear your thought on the optional "you don't have to do this just because you feel like you owe me something" line early in Act 1 when he first propositions Tav and his reaction to it?

Okay hi sorry, I lost a bunch of my saves and I thought I'd lost the save for this scene too but turns out NOPE I HAD IT & I'm so glad because I wanted to go back and play the different variations so I could probably scream and... scream I did! And I'm SO compelled by this, so thank you for the ask! & sorry for the late response.

So you actually only get this version of the conversation if you don't express any sort of confirmation that yeah, you're into him. If you confirm you're into him, or the biting, that'll bypass the ability to say "you don't have to do this," altogether, which makes me want to eat drywall because the whole conversation prior is still fairly shady, but the "reward for your noble sacrifice" only comes through if you don't fully confirm you were into it. which is very interesting because in the other two versions you can still express doubt, but only in the format of the "a less trusting person" line seen above as well.

The first time he propositions you, if you get this branch of dialogue, what I think happens here is Astarion quickly shifts gears. He sees that Tav isn't, at least according to what they say, charmed or aroused by the vampire routine.

One other thing: they helped him because, as a result of giving him blood, he would be able to physically help them more. He would be stronger, a better fighter, and thus useful. (Whatever is intended by each individual tav who takes his line is up to the player, but that's what can most obviously be received by Astarion).

So, he switches up instantaneously to accommodate the motivation that Tav seems to have (through his own eyes). Instead of appealing to Tav's horny brain and physical attraction to him, he's appealing to their "sacrifice." Tit for tat. Pleasure in reward for blood. You aren't lustfully interested in him as is? That's fine. He can switch it up and instead offer sex as repayment for what you've done for him, and for his body as an object that functions better due to the blood you've given him. Either way, the end goal will be the same: sex to secure his position in the group.

At this point in the game, it isn't about Tav, not really, I don't think. You could take any version of this conversation to the conclusion and it would mean the same thing to him. (That is to say: seduction and sex for security, and sleeping with Tav is a quick way to get that.)

So when Tav says, "You shouldn't do this just because you feel like you owe me something," I don't even think it really... registers for him? Because he hasn't even begun to conceive of that possibility. He is fully still in the same mindset he had prior to escaping, and is running through the same patterns of behavior as before.

He brushes off that reassurance immediately, says it's "more of an excuse," than anything, doing the same thing as before. When he gets this reaction from Tav, he switches gears again: oh it's not the only reason I want to have sex with you, I'm mostly interested in you, I promise. He's navigating the very shallow social interaction that this seduction routine entails by adjusting at a moment's notice to the next thing Tav says. If they're interested or flirty back, he'll fully play up the whole thing. If they're reluctant, he offers new reasons for why they should want to sleep with him.

And then if you reject him entirely:

"Deny your feelings all you like, it doesn't matter to me."

You don't get disapproval for rejecting him, but he still reinforces this idea to Tav that yes, you're interested in me. You just haven't realized it yet. Typically this kind of line in romance would be annoyingly obnoxiously all about "oh you want me you just haven't realized it yet" and the other party is supposed to find this hot, but with the context of the rest of his arc, it's fascinating. Because Astarion only knows how to secure safety and power through seduction and sex. He only knows how to get what he needs through emotional manipulation and cunning--and SHALLOW emotional manipulation at that. He's not playing an intricate game here. His manipulations become prettyyyyy overt by the second time he propositions you:

Like, it would take some serious emotional blindness to miss the hints he's laying out here. He's delighting in dangling the fact that he's lying and manipulating Tav right out in front of them. Because now he feels more secure in his position in the group. In Tav's attraction to him. Because they've already slept together once, he has less to fear about losing his station of safety via Tav within the group.

So then I thought. Okay what does he say when you reject him in other places where he propositions you. In the actual sex scene itself, he simply says "Why are you here then? I thought we had an understanding? (...)" but if you reject him during the "little treat," scene, he says:

In both instances, the "you don't have to" and "I don't think I really want this," Astarion gives Tav a glimpse at the, huh, trauma behind the scenes. In this later scene, when you've already slept with him once, he outright admits he's slept with tons of people and doesn't remember most of them, and in a very.... passive, "gotten on my back," phrasing that's so offhanded for all that it implies. Like can we go back. Can we unpack that. And he does not! I don't know what to make of that last line. "You, I'll remember." Maybe he's being saccharine one last time to keep up some manner of security within the group. Maybe he's confusingly genuine, growing to care about Tav in a way he has no idea how to unpack yet, if at all. Probably doesn't even realize it yet, if that's the case.

Either way, he gives you unintentional glimpses behind the scenes to the inner workings of his intentions. The inconsistencies in how he talks to Tav depending on their next reaction. The switching gears quick to accommodate different statements and personalities. The offhanded reveal of his total lack of care or feeling about the "lines" he spews to get people to be interested. IT HITS. It hits badly.

[kyntypes]

Risky post, lol, but something I want off my chest. This is HEAVILY opinionated, so please feel free to tell me something you disagree with, and maybe you might be able to change my mind. I'm open to that, and I welcome HEALTHY discussion about what you think! I'm physically nonhuman, not a therian, but from the little time I've been in the therian community, I've had numerous gripes with it. And...

...to be honest, I don't really care if you don't think I can be nonhuman, physically.

I don't care if you don't like "TikTok therians".

I don't care if you're misanthropic.

I don't care if you're nonhuman due to a delusion.

I don't care if you don't believe clinical lycanthropes can be therians.

I don't care if you have "weird shifts".

I don't care if you have atypical dysphoria.

I don't care if you don't think alterhumanity is healthy.

I don't care if you are weirded out by certain kintypes, theriotypes, and nonhumans.

I don't really care if you shift or not.

I don't care if you express your nonhumanity primarily through masks, gear, or certain aesthetics.

I don't care if you disagree with the idea of factkin.

I don't care if you think every alterhuman/being is mentally ill.

Bottom line is, and the bare minimum is, can you be respectful? Can you be normal about disagreeing, and instead of harassing someone, you just go about your day? Can you acknowledge that your opinion is *your opinion*, and that you don't dictate what others say, but only what you say?

Can you think, "Oh, I don't really believe in physical therians/otherkin" and leave it at that? Not stalk a physical nonhuman's page and tell them they can't be physically nonhuman? Or are you a weirdo?

Can you say "I think physical therians are valid!" and not stalk and harass another therian for not believing the same thing?

Do you simply block someone for having another opinion, rather than harass them? If so, bravo!! That's exactly how you should handle it. Don't ever harass someone for having a different opinion than you. Especially if they aren't harming anyone with it. It's okay to be offended if someone on their own Tumblr blog says "I don't believe in physical alterhumanity". THAT. IS. OKAY!! You are allowed to feel your feelings. Just... don't get so caught up in those feelings, that you try actively harming someone just because they made you mad for saying their own thoughts. Nobody is obligated to agree with you, I'm sorry.

Now, if a post were like, "Physical therians are a joke to the therian community. We should stand against them because they are all dangerous, evil, and weird. Therians aren't like those mentally ill freako losers." Then, I'd say that'd warrant a harsher reaction, as the words are harsh and dangerous.

I think respect goes both ways. If someone is respectful about their own opinions and beliefs, then be courteous and respect theirs, too. Someone saying "I just... think that it's not possible, I'm a firm believer in current science." is not as bad compared to "All physical nonhumans should die. They are attention-seeking brats, chronically online, and don't deserve respect."

[daydream-cement]

Ooooohhh could you possibly do Nevermore students tries to sneakily plan a surprise for Larissa? Like it’s mother’s day and obviously see her as a mom even tho she doesn’t have children. Larissa is like being suspicious cause every time she approaches a group of student they instantly tense and stop talking or seeing students running idk lol. She instantly became self-conscious and thinks to herself if she became one of those hated teachers haha. And suddenly a student approaches her with worry and tells her Wednesday or some random student caused some serious trouble as an excuse to bring her to the surprise.

🤍🤍🤍

Happy Mother's Day!

Larissa Weems x Nevermore Students

Authors Note: How cute was this idea???

Principal Weems had absolutely no clue the students had been planning something big for Mother's Day. Students had seemingly been avoiding her, but she shook it off, wondering if some new bit of gossip about her was running rampant. Once a student had seen her on a date and the next few days, many students wouldn't make eye contact with her due to the theories as to the identity of the mystery woman. High schoolers gossip, that's what Larissa kept reminding herself.

Through the leadership of Enid and Yoko, much of the student body came together for the occasion. They had all decided that although they wouldn't be spending Mother's Day with their own mothers, the least they could do was celebrate their Nevermore mom.

They all gathered together at the Weathervane to surprise her. The most unsuspecting of students was sent to retrieve Larissa and lure her to the coffeeshop: Wednesday Addams. Wednesday vehemently objected in being the one to get Weems to come to the Weathervane, but Enid asked so nicely and did those little puppy dog eyes.

Larissa was shocked and mildly annoyed when Wednesday appeared in her doorway. She was already trying to deduce the new bit of trouble that the Addams girl had gotten herself into, "Ms. Addams, what can I help you with?"

Wednesday went over the script in her mind once more, absolutely disgusted with what she was going to have to say, "I wanted to ask if you would take me to the Weathervane... for that hot chocolate..."

Larissa was taken aback by Wednesday's words, almost searching for a hidden meaning. She pursed her lips, studying the young girl for a moment. Wednesday kept her head held high, seemingly proving the serious intention behind her words.

"I- Yes, Ms. Addams. Please, let me finish this email and then we can go..." Larissa had too many negative interactions with this student for her to not feel like there was an ulterior motive. Wednesday stood there expressionless as Larissa answered, making Larissa more curious as to the student's motives.

"I'll wait in the circle drive." Wednesday curtly nodded and walked from the office without another word.

When Larissa came out the front doors, keys in hand, Wednesday was waiting there patiently. They both walked to the car in silence, Larissa glancing warily at the girl from time to time. They were about halfway through the drive to Jericho when Larissa's curiosity got the best of her, "So what is this all about, Ms. Addams?"

Wednesday needed to say her next scripted line. Enid had prepared her for this question and the words felt brutal, almost causing her to gag, "I thought we could... bond."

"Now what is going on?" The words tumbled from Larissa's mouth and Wednesday made a mental note to tell Enid 'I told you so'. Wednesday had tried telling her roommate that Weems would never believe her in saying that she wanted to bond with the shapeshifter.

"I thought you would have been pleased at the thought of us putting our differences aside to share a drink a the Weathervane." Wednesday stated plainly, going off script, but she was starting to sound more like herself.

"I am, but you must admit this does sound a little odd, Ms. Addams." Larissa slowed the car to a stop and shifted the gear into park. Wednesday didn't reply, instead she just pushed the car door open and stepped out. She closed the car door behind herself and began walking, leaving the taller woman to catch up.

Principal Weems fell into stride with Wednesday, her longer legs making it easy. They were across the street from the Weathervane when she saw the many Nevermore student's filling the inside of the establishment, "What is going on?"

Again, Wednesday offered no reply. They crossed the street together and Wednesday pulled the door open for Principal Weems. Her face had softened, but still no smile graced the young girl's lips.

Larissa took two strides and she was surrounded by her students. A large banner hung read 'Happy Mother's Day!' over the windows to the left. A gloved hand came to Larissa's mouth, completely shocked by the surprise from her dear students.

"Happy Mother's Day, Principal Weems!" Enid was the first to step forward, pushing her arms around the woman's waist to give her a hug. Many of the other students followed suit, either providing her with hugs or 'Happy Mother's Day' wishes. Larissa wouldn't deny that she shed many a tear on that day. She always felt like her students and staff were one big family and now she had a mother's day celebration to prove it.

[leggerefiore]

Okay, the idea of Slither wing Ingo being so taken by everything in the modern world sounds so cute. Could we get a bit more info on taking fluffy moth man Ingo out on a date?

you sure can

cw: slither wing ingo, pokehybrid au, fluff

The disguise… looked goofy at best.

It was quite hard to disguise him just with the fuzz covering his entire body, which you would never dare even think to remove due to how lovely it was, but the giant, mostly useless wings that spread out from his back made it more so. There was half a mind to pretend he was just an odd genetic variant of a Volcarona hybrid, but his sheer size and just how different he looked made it difficult. You sighed as tried to situate his hair to cover his antennae again.

You had wanted to attempt a normal date with the prehistoric hybrid, and he seemed interested after watching endless romantic shows and movies on your television while you were away at work. It had apparently got so bad that Emmet started hissing and trying to attack the electronic when Ingo turned it on. He was not a fan of romance, it seemed. That all did not matter when you asked Ingo if he would like to travel out with you into the world. He ecstatically agreed with a loud chirp, trill, and then a proper 'yes' you could understand.

He was excited and asked about where in the strange new world of modern humans you would take him. You debated a few places, seeing as he would probably not feel at ease in a crowd of people and the risks of him being discovered increased heavily. Those were things you wished to avoid with him. So, you decided to take him on a walk throughout the city. It would be a nice way to introduce him to his new home and allow you to be able to leave if his behaviour suddenly shifted for whatever reason.

“You look…” you studied the odd thick coat you managed to shove him and his wings into alongside the way his jeans swelled with his fur, “Cute! Sorry about your wings.” You watched the back of the coat twitch as he attempted to move them. A whimper came from his throat as he leaned onto you, gloved hands gripping onto your shoulders. “We really can't… I'm genuinely sorry.” An annoyed chirp came from him, but he seemed to accept it after that.

Soon enough, you both departed from your apartment down to the streets below, where he stood stunned. It was chilly outside, and you had decided to take him out at night. Bright lights shined around you, showing just why Nimbasa was considered a glowing city. His eyes stared excitedly at them as you watched him freeze to gave at Kantonian take-out place's neon sign with pure joy. You ended up popping in there and grabbing something for yourself and him. Sitting down at a bench together, Ingo gazed at the lights and people as the night-life of the city passed you by.

“Pretty…” he said unexpectedly, “I like it…” You tilted your head at him before smiling brightly. He turned to you, his bug eyes wide. The wind blew his hair around and made his antennae visible again, but you managed not to care and instead focus on how beautiful he was. A creature out of its time and space sat beside you and enjoyed your company. It felt impossible, yet it was plain as day. A light snow began to fall as you sat there and caused you to sigh. Ingo's body suddenly flared up with a heat, and he nuzzled himself into your side. “Love you…” he spoke softly.

“I love you, too,” you smiled at him.

Finishing your food, you dumped into a trash can and walked more with Ingo. You came to a stop before the Gear Station and pouted. They used to have a battle challenge here, but it stopped when the old leader quit. It was currently just a subway station. Ingo's hand held yours as you led him into the building. He gazed around at the bright lights and small crowds of people in wonder. You even brought him to a platform to watch a train roll into the stop before loading and unloading. Ingo seemed fascinated with the machine.

It was hard not to laugh as he cried when the train pulled back out to take its passengers to wherever was next on its route. Ingo turned to you with sad eyes and whimper. “Where did go?” he asked. You were still sometimes floored by how quickly had picked up your language.

“Next platform,” you told him, “People ride it to get from one place to the next.” He nodded.

“I want to ride,” Ingo commanded boldly. You shook your head. That would have to be another day. His frown deepened somehow.

Heading from the station, you brought him to a small area that overlooked a part of the city. He gazed over the railing with an open mouth. Lights fizzled across the night sky wonderful, making a scene much different than one experience by the stars. You leaned onto his shoulder while he stood, momentarily entranced with the hypnotising sight before him. His arm came around your shoulders easily, pushing you closer to the warmth of his body as the snow continued to dust the city around you to a soft shade of white.

The musty smell he and Emmet always held danced in your nostrils as you broke from your trance. “We should head home, Ingo,” you told him, “I bet you're tired of being constrained like that.” The Slither Wing hybrid gave an agreeing chirp. Before you left the spot, however, you leaned forward to peck a kiss to his lips. He returned the affection to the best of his ability, lips moving against yours. Pulling away, you cupped his cheeks with a giggle. Oh, he really was too cute.

Both of you were soon departing from the dazzling night scene of a winter Nimbasa back to the warmth of your apartment.

You let him make a nest of your blankets that night and happily cuddled next to him in the mess.

Emmet started crying about his turn around the human city the very next morning, though.

[takitafulily]

Man I Love Fungi

Here's a Free Octopus Carpaccio and Picnic Sandwiches with Cream! Enjoy!

Writing music for this fic: Ocean Playlist

Gn Yuu x Jade Leech

An: I wrote an alternate version to this fic request since my initial idea for the request was a bit off the original prompt. Eat up Jade simps :>

Jade Leech:

The first time he noticed Yuu's interest, he was quite surprised.

He was rearranging the terrariums in his room and swapping out the few that were on display in Monstro Lounge. He had just came back from a trip to the mountains and acquired a curiously rare species of mushroom he hadn't noticed before. However, it turns out he ran out of terrarium containers.

He didn't have enough time to run out and get a new container since he was due to meet a client with Azul in an hour, so he had to make do with what he already has. Luckily the lounge was closed for the day so he was able to swap for a more suitable terrarium for the mushroom.

He didn't notice Yuu quietly walking in for a restocking shift as he flitted around carefully with the terrariums, trying to swap the terrariums as fast as possible whilst still being mindful to be careful with the glass containers.

"Oh hey, I didn't know you had Matsutake around here."

Cue Jade freezing in his spot with said Matsutake terrarium in hand before turning around to look at the prefect.

Meanwhile Yuu just casually walked away putting on protective gear and went to the stockroom in the back, unaware of the stunned eel that watched them leave.

Jade managed to catch Yuu after the meeting as they were clocking out of their shift, wanting to test their knowledge of mushrooms. He held out the mushroom towards the prefects with a polite smile on his face as he walked alongside them.

"Is this the Matsutake mushroom you mentioned earlier?"

"No, the mushroom in the terrarium earlier was Matsutake, this one is Tricholoma Caligatum. They look similar but you can tell the difference. Matsutake is lighter in colour and has a spicy funky smell to it, and they're generally bigger."

Hm, hear that? That's the sound of Jade finding his soulmate.

After that interaction he tested the prefect with different species of mushrooms a few more times before he was absolutely sure that Yuu knew what they were talking about.

He'd invite Yuu onto his mountain trips when they weren't busy and enjoys talking to them about his love of nature and fungi. They both know a lot about the different species of mushrooms to the point they'd challenge each other to friendly trivia competitions just so they'd have bragging right over the other. They're at a solid tie at the moment and I don't think that gonna change soon

[zel-shadedreviews]

So, I didn’t particularly care that much about DreamWorks Television Animation’s Spirit: Riding Free, choosing to ignore and accept its overall existence as just a harmless show for obviously young girls. The decision to reintroduce the story of Spirit, an animal that stood against the abuse of the army and accepted the trust of humans into his life, was basically baffling; I had to remind myself that this was intended as a small follow-up to his kindred, not his character. Then, the studio made a movie which is based as both a soft reboot towards the Netflix show and the predecessor.

Set in the Wild West yet again, the young girl, Fortuna, also known as Lucky, is sent to live with her grandfather, a governor, and aunt Cora, only to ruin his campaign party. Therefore, she travels to the town of Miradero with her father, who previously had her sent away due to losing her mother from a horse-riding incident at the circus. Along her way, Lucky meets the wild stallion, who she dubs as Spirit, causing her father to forbid her from ever riding such an animal. Undeterred by his overprotectiveness, Lucky begins to bond with the stallion, assisted by horse-riding friends, while a suspicious rustler targets his next ticket to money.

I’d suppose that I should come out as clean by saying that I obviously wasn’t the target audience at all for this was geared towards a younger generation that loves horse-riding. Nonetheless, I still tried to grasp what I could from the overall feature and I’d admit that there’s nothing to be remotely angry at such a harmless little display. The studio wanted to reintroduce one of their forgotten characters in history where this was their one choice of doing so. For fans of the original movie, such as myself, this wasn’t how I would envision a reboot, but in a different light, this wasn’t a bad way in terms of the target audience.

This was a decent way of gearing a movie towards little girls, where the overall idea of the main characters’ roles to go against the rules and save the herd themselves could be empowering. Somehow, I wasn’t loathing this movie’s existence, as at the end of the day, it was proposed as a soft reboot to the original 2002 movie.

My main source of boredom with its display sourced from the same formula that you’ve seen in many premises; the daughter and father had been separated for so long that their conversations are cut short, while arguments took over their interactions. Right off the bat, we’re introduced to the main point of bickering between the two with the father’s overprotective nature stemming from his late wife’s passing. Eventually, towards the end, the distance between the two encouraged the father to finally doing what was right and reunite with his missing daughter, only paying off by the very end.

I suppose I could have done without some of the comedy that frequently interrupted the sentimental parts. Whenever there was a moment where the father chased Lucky away with scolding, it’s followed by a sour note caused by a small action or a line. Such examples included the auntie making a comment at Lucky’s expense or when one of the characters would make a comment that’s intended to be uplifting. I never laughed at any of the characters’ lines or their silly slapstick, which were mainly that tame and suitable for a younger audience indeed.

Towards one reading this review at this point, the subplot with Lucky’s distance relationship with her father isn’t the main point of focus, as you’re probably wondering about the display of the titular stallion himself. Spirit returned in a computer-animated form, resembling his golden appearance from the hand-drawn predecessor. Despite how the premise was vastly alternated from the deeper dive in tonal shifts, the animators managed to keep the same expressions on the horse’s; an impressive amount of screen time is focused on the stallion’s range of emotions. To my surprise, they managed to balance both of the expressions of horses and their own riders, such as sharing each-other’s reactions. Take one part for example, where all three were riding, where one sang on her guitar, followed by her steed’s silly miming, annoying the other four around them. They managed to keep Spirit’s expressions and mirror them against Lucky, a young girl wishing to progress and bond with the outcasted victim.

From first glance, it’s relatively tame on the quality, where the human characters don’t resemble their show counterparts, given rounder heads and skinnier body frames. While their designs were adequate, the horses’ stole the show, looking as vibrant as ever, since the original movie’s. With the equine foregrounds looking spectacular as ever, the backgrounds didn’t share the same effect, focusing on the boring western town, up until the hazardous mountains. With a rushed and by-the-book climax on the other hand, the quality doesn’t hold a candle to its predecessor’s way of expressing the background’s scope.

The characters were as by-the-book as well, acting as one-dimensional stand-ins for this overall mediocre display. Lucky was the entrapped girl kept in solitude as the grandfather hoped her to become a well-refined young lady, only for that set-up to immediately forget itself and then shift to a love for horse-bonding.

What increased the spirit inside the character was standing up against animal abuse when rustlers began to mistreat Spirit, while learning how to build herself up for earning trust by the stallion. The two didn’t start off as fast friends in a heartbeat, but thanks to her encouragement, Lucky approached Spirit with patience and kindness, allowing the animal to return his affection.

Her friends consist of Pru the friendly professional and Abigail the more laidback and reckless, where the three began to stick together during the thickest of moments. Side-characters included the distant widowed father, deeply sharing his concern for Lucky engaging with wild horses in fear of her meeting his wife’s fate, while there’s the auntie that barely made any huge impact on the story or comedic value. Other characters with Pru’s horse-keeping father and Abigail’s annoying donkey-riding little brother appeared now and then.

Spirit was reintroduced as once again the familiar stern lone wolf, refusing any contact with humans due to the rough and abusive nature the rustlers had. It was all up to both Lucky and Spirit to eventually trust each-other with the stallion counteracting her approach, while slowly letting his guard down towards apples and calm mannerisms. This mirrored almost the same arc Spirit had when it came to Little Creek, but this adapted another approach, taking the perspective with a little girl this time. By the midpoint, Spirit allows his herd to come out of hiding, doing all that he could to keep them safe from any harm.

As for the rustlers, they were such boring villains, consisting of the money-hungry Hendricks and his posse, only acting as mere threats with the most generic dialogue in order to pander towards children. Throughout the first half, they show up to attempt to break down the fight out of the stallion, while wrangling him fiercely. To increase a conflict, they manage to harbour a herd of wild horses across a cargo train for extra cash, where it’s up to Lucky’s and Spirit’s combined efforts to stop them. They spend their screen time as a pathetic attempt to act tough but are so easily beaten by mere acts of being pushed around or tied up. Talk about weak efforts to establish villains that were built up to have a strong effect on Spirit’s mistrust only to portray them as weak in combat by the end.

So, all-in-all, this movie wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, where it clearly bared the slightest amount of effort thrown in, though not all attempts were devoid of flaws. It’s transparent that the makers wanted to reboot their obscure stallion in the same style of a feature for the young female demographic. While it’s definitely not a film to be that upset over as there’s clearly other rebooted flicks that are inherently a lot worse than this, it’s a basic passing glance, where very little nothing came out of this for me. As a reboot, it worked adequately so, but I’m just going to return to the original masterpiece.

Final Rating: F

3/10

[space-dog-from-space]

7/12

The Doctor, the Hag, and the AU, or, Bones and the Hallmark Christmas Movie Curse

Every year in December, the Enterprise's senior staff gather to watch 21st century Hallmark Christmas movies. Unfortunately for Bones, he hates Hallmark Christmas movies more than he hates the idea of being spaced. And this year, he is grumpier than usual. Luckily, the Christmas Hag appears and sends Bones on an isekai Hallmark adventure (against his will) to discover the true meaning of Christmas: Spirk.

Chapter 7 - Manicular Vehicleslaughter

Jim and Spock go on a car ride to the country club. Bones is there too.

“Alright, if I were Jim, where would I be right now?”  Bones asked himself, walking through the main thoroughfare in hope of spotting either his idiot or his idiot’s idiot truck.  “Huh, would you look at that,” he said in surprise when he immediately spotted Jim parking his truck along the curb in front of a row of shops.  Bones really didn’t expect to find him at all, let alone this soon.

Jim stepped out of his truck and jogged across the street.  Bones noticed that he didn’t look both ways before crossing and felt slightly less bad about hitting him with a car the day before.  He shook his head and walked quickly towards Jim’s truck, glad to see that there wasn’t really anyone around to see him breaking into the truck.

He stood at the passenger’s side door, realizing he had no idea how he would get in without breaking a window.  He briefly considered hiding in the box of the pickup, under the tarp with the supplies that Jim was going to deliver to the country club, but he knew he’d be discovered there eventually, if he didn’t freeze to death first.  Bones looked up and down the sidewalk to see if anyone was watching.  When he was sure that the coast was clear, he stepped closer to the truck to investigate the lock.  Unfortunately, he knew nothing about lockpicking.

“I don’t suppose…” he muttered to himself as he pulled the latch on the door, not expecting the door to open.  To his genuine surprise, the door clicked open.  He stood there dumbly for a moment, baffled that the truck would just be unlocked, but was jolted into action when he spotted Jim out of the corner of his eye as he returned to his truck.  

Without thinking about whether it was a good idea or not, Bones jumped into the truck, shut the door with a grimace as it slammed a little too loudly, and dove over the seat, landing on the floor of the backseat.  “Ow, fuck,” he cursed as he landed on a toolbox.  He shoved it aside and looked around for a way to better conceal himself.  Luckily, the backseat was full of junk.  Along with the toolbox was a pair of boots, a pile of gloves of different materials, a spare tire, and a pile of blankets.  He snagged a blanket and pulled it down on top of him then froze when he heard the driver’s side door open.

Bones couldn’t see anything from his position on the floor of the truck, and had no indication of where Jim was driving, but he noticed when the twists and turns stopped and they accelerated up to a speed too high for driving in town.  Shit, Bones thought.  They were on route to the country club, but Spock wasn’t with them.  Bones was mentally cursing at his failed plan, wasted time, and the abundance of potholes on the gravel rural road when Jim’s cell phone rang.

Jim pulled over and parked on the side of the road, unable to drive and answer a phone when he had one arm in a sling.  “Hello?”  He answered.  Bones couldn’t hear who was on the other end of the line, but he breathed a sigh of relief when Jim said, “Oh, Spock.  Hi.  What’s up?”  Shortly followed by, “Yeah, sure.  That’s no problem.  I’d be glad for the company.  Where are you?”  Then, “Great, yeah, I’ll see you in ten.”  He hung up, and Jim shifted the truck back into drive, then did a six point turn that was extremely awkward due to having to turn the truck and shift between gears with the same arm.  Bones wondered if Jim should even be driving, really.  He wasn’t sure about this universe’s Jim, but his Jim was a terrible driver even when he had the use of both his arms.  Suddenly he wasn’t too sure if any of this was a good idea.

—

“So, why do you need to go to the country club?”  Jim asked after they were once again on their way, only this time with Spock.

"I have been informed that it may be worth investigating the country club's affairs."  Spock answered distractedly through gritted teeth.  "James, perhaps you should allow me to drive."  

Bones wanted to shout out in agreement as the truck struck yet another pothole.

"Don't worry, I've got it," Jim said as he drove directly through another pothole.  "And please, call me Jim."

"Jim, I insist that you let me drive."  Spock said sternly.

After a beat of silence, Jim took his foot off the gas, bringing the truck to a stop.  As the two got out of the car to switch places, Bones let out a deep sigh of relief.  His kidneys could only take so much.  The doors slammed shut one after the other, and Bones heard the deep clicks of the gear being shifted into drive.  They were on their way again, driving through far fewer potholes with Spock as the driver.

"So, investigating?"  Jim asked, conversationally.

"Yes.  I am a journalist from the city.  I'm here to write a piece on the ice sculpture competition, but I was informed of a rumour regarding the country club that I found I couldn't ignore in good conscience."

"Huh.  I'm signed up for that competition.  I actually won it last year," Jim said.

"I know," Spock said.  "I have been meaning to interview you for my article."  Bones rolled his eyes.  He could couldn't see either of them, but he could feel Jim's stupid grin.

"An interview, eh?"  Jim asked, and Bones rolled his eyes again at his flirtiness.  Though he supposed that was the point of all this.

"If you agree to it, of course," Spock answered.

Jim hummed, pretending to think about it.  "I'll let you interview me if you tell me about this country club rumour."  Jim was teasing, but Spock proceeded to tell him everything that Bones had fed to him earlier.  Spock was concise and only needed a couple sentences to fill Jim in.

"Jeez," Jim said when Spock finished, his voice taking on a grim tone.  "If that's true, it'll ruin the whole town."

"That is precisely what I thought," Spock answered.

"This is the first I'm hearing of this," Jim said, sounding frustrated.  "Who told you?"  

"He did not offer his name," Spock said, and Bones celebrated his anonymity for exactly one second before Spock added, "But I believe you know him.  He signed up for the ice sculpture competition on your behalf."  

Shit. 

"Oh," Jim said, sounding surprised.  "Yeah, Leonard.  That's strange.  He isn't even from around here.  I wonder how he knows something like that.  Turn left up here."

"I won't lie to you, Jim," Spock said, taking the turn at Jim's indication.  "I am ninety-one percent certain that this ‘Leonard’ made up this rumour specifically to send me out to the country club on what is colloquially known as a ‘wild-goose chase.’"  

Oh shit oh fuck-

"Why would he do that?"  Jim asked.

Spock sighed.  "I have come to the conclusion that there is no logical motive for doing such a thing," he admitted.

"So if you think it's fake, then why are you checking it out?"

"I can't risk the other nine percent."

—

Bones sat up, peering out the window of the truck, staying low.  They had arrived at the country club a few minutes ago, and while Spock walked off on his wild goose-chase and Jim started to unload the box of his truck, Bones had decided he would forcibly extend Jim and Spock's time together. 

Seeing that the coast was clear, Bones snagged a screwdriver from the toolbox he had bruised his ribs on earlier and quietly stepped out of the truck, keeping low.  He dropped down to his hands and knees, wincing at the cold snow, and looked under the truck, hoping he would be able to recognize what he was looking for.

Bingo, Bones thought when he saw what could only have been the fuel tank.  He laid down on his back and pushed himself under the truck, so that he had easy access to the exterior of the tank.  Grasping the screwdriver in his fist and bracing himself on the bottom of the truck with his other hand, he gritted his teeth and punched the sharp end of the screwdriver into the tank with as much strength as he could muster.  He cursed when the screwdriver glanced off the rounded tank.  After a couple of tries with no success, he rolled out from under the truck and changed tactics, grabbing a hammer from the toolbox before returning to the slush below the truck.  Holding the screwdriver to the tank like a chisel, he aimed his hammer and rammed it into the butt end of the screwdriver.  He repeated it a few times, keeping the screwdriver in one spot, driving it further and further into the walls of the metal tank.

"Oh, shit, jeez," Bones sputtered as the screwdriver punctured the tank and a thin stream of gasoline shot out directly into his face.  He quickly crawled out from under the truck and sat in the snow gagging, trying to wipe the noxious fluid out of his face.  He picked up a handful of snow to try and scrub the smell of gas off his face and coat, but he abandoned the task when he heard voices.  Not wanting to get caught, Bones scrambled into the backseat of the truck, shut the door behind him, and covered himself in the blanket.  Once again, he had hidden himself just in time as Jim and Spock re-entered the truck, though this time he was cold, wet, and nauseous from the slush and spilled gasoline.

[kingkatsuki]

Cherry Bomb | Eddie Munson x Reader

This man is taking over my life and I can’t stop it- RIP to all my other WIPs. Thanks to Kitten for enabling me as always💕

Summary: College is becoming far too stressful and you just need to find a way to relax- luckily for you the local dealer has the perfect solution.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, mentions of underage drugs, weed, shotgunning, dry humping, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation (Eddie cums in his pants), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, panty theft. Spoiler free!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 6.5k.

For as long as you could remember, you always seemed to struggle the closer it got to the end of a school year. College was getting harder to manage in between deadlines, your part-time job, sleep and attempting some sense of normality by seeing your friends. The harder you seemed to work to clear off the coursework you had due, the more that seemed to funnel in right behind it, and truly you felt as though you were sinking. The bags beneath your eyes now evidence that the time you should’ve been sleeping was now spent lying awake thinking about how fucked you truly were for the end of the school year. And the more you thought about it, the more you began to panic.

You just needed to relax, and this seemed like the perfect solution.

You’d met Eddie Munsen in the hall before your afternoon class together, surprised that he’d actually managed to be punctual for the lecture instead of strolling in twenty minutes late like usual. Ignoring the perplexed look on his face that you’d called his name before class as he broke into a wide grin.

“Hey,” You tried to ignore how your name sounded coming from his lips, his eyes looking you up and down.

Never once had you even given Eddie Munsen a second glance, the pair of you running in completely different social circles. Sure you saw him around the campus frequently, and you shared two classes together but that was the extent of your relationship. Your friends had bought drugs from him on a couple of occasions when their usual dealers fell through, so at least you knew the gear would be safe for the most part- not that you had the first idea about what you were doing.

“I was wondering if I could get a hookup?” You cringed at how weird you probably sounded with your attempt at sounding knowledgeable. Is that what you called it when you were buying drugs from a dealer?

“A hookup?” He grinned, raising a brow at you.

That probably sounded like you wanted sex from him, ugh. Why did you sound so pathetic?

“Uh- like a deal? Gear?” You were certainly digging yourself a hole as the smile on Eddie’s face fell.

“Is this a joke?” He looked uneasy as he leaned towards you, his head turning to scan the hallway to see if anyone was lingering nearby.

“What do you mean?” You were perplexed- he probably did at least five deals a day, some of those people surely lacked experience too- why was this any different?

“Don’t think I don’t know how this works, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “Arranging a deal with a pretty girl, get to the meeting point and her boyfriend and his friends jump me and steal my stash?”

“No-” You replied a bit too loudly, looking around to see if anyone had directed their attention to you, “That’s not what this is.”

“I can give you the contact of another guy if you want, I-”

The thought of going to another dealer, one you didn’t know, scared you more than this one. It was one thing going to the local metalhead for a pickup, but a random stranger? In a strange location? There’s no way you’d do something like that, no matter how desperate you were.

“Please, Eddie.” You cut him off pleadingly, “I need it.”

He seemed to ponder the answer, shifting his feet as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Shit,” He murmured beneath his breath, a husky rasp to it before he straightened his back, “You know I can’t disappoint a fair maiden.” He grinned, giving an elaborate flick of his wrist, “So what was it you were looking for?”

“I—” You took a deep breath. You really didn’t have the first idea about drugs, and you definitely didn’t want to sound stupid. He already seemed like he didn’t believe that you wanted to buy anything from him as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and began to sway slightly, “I just want something to take the edge off.”

“Well, there’s a lot of shit that can do that, sweetheart.” He gave you a charming smile, “But what I’m saying is you could take a trip to bag end if you wanted something like that-”

“Bag end?” Your nose scrunched in confusion as you stared up at him.

“Oh come on, Lord of the Rings?” You’d heard of it, even thought about checking it out at the library but you certainly hadn’t read it, “Grab a few drinks at a bar, bottle of whisky at the liquor store?”

“I was kinda hoping for something else.” You murmured.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Well then, sweetheart. I’ll see what I can do.” He winked at you, “Meet me after your final lecture in the woods by the back of the building, picnic table in the middle. Can’t miss it.”

He gave you a toothy grin as you thanked him, making your way into the classroom as he followed behind, sliding into his seat a few rows back from yours. But the entire rest of the class was spent with his eyes on you, you could feel them burning as you tried to focus on the lesson. The words from the teacher in one ear and out the other as you began to think about all the deadlines that you had coming up, and how unprepared you were. The fear and panic began to set in once more as the pit in your stomach grew, you just needed to take the edge off.

The irony is that this illicit drug deal was doing the opposite of helping you relax, instead completely exasperating your anxiety. Checking your watch even though you knew only a few minutes had passed as you waited for the end of the day. Your heart racing and there were still two hours left of your class, ignoring the lecture as you began to doodle mindlessly in the column of your lined notepad. Willing time to move faster so you could get this over and done with, grab the goods and get home.

“Hi?” You walked up to the picnic table to find Eddie sitting on one side with his lunch box, his thigh bouncing as he waited for you.

His frown immediately turned into a smile when he spotted you, beckoning you closer as he offered you a seat.

“Hey, you made it.” He exclaimed as though he hadn’t expected you to actually show up, “Find it alright?”

“Yeah,” Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you sat down opposite Eddie, sitting your bag on the bench beside you as you clasped your hands together nervously.

“So what’ll it be?” Eddie grinned as he opened his lunchbox, rifling inside it, “I’m all out of oxys but I dunno if you want a ben-”

“Just marijuana.” You cringed internally at the sound of your voice, you couldn’t have sounded more uncool if you tried, “Maybe? I don’t know.”

“First time?” Eddie grinned, rubbing his palms on his jean-clad thighs as he grinned across the table at you.

You swallowed thickly at the implication of his words.

“Uh- what gave it away?” You smiled.

“Just a feeling, but honestly?” He dragged out the but, tilting his head slightly, “I’d be heartbroken someone as pretty as you had a different dealer.”

You felt flush from the compliment, a heat rising inside you as Eddie leaned a forearm on the table, his brown eyes staring directly at you.

“I can give you a good deal on this since it's your first time and I’m a sucker for a pretty face.” He grinned.

“Uh- okay. Thanks,” You watched as he pulled a bag out of the box, closing it after.

“This is good shit, I promise. Probably more than enough to last you, and for you pretty girl? Fifteen bucks.”

“Sure,” You began fussing with your bag to try and find your purse to distract yourself from the embarrassment of the situation as Eddie watched with a smile.

“Have you got papers?”

“Papers?” You turned your face to look up at him in confusion, you had plenty of papers in your bag from various classes. But that couldn’t be what he meant, could it?

“Yeah, papers sweetheart. Rollies?” He shook the baggie for emphasis as he smiled at you, “Unless you were plannin’ on baking a cake?”

“Oh- oh, no.” You shook your head, “I don’t have papers.”

This was becoming too much, far too embarrassing as you felt like a complete idiot in front of Eddie Munson.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.” He grinned. Patting his leather jacket down as he pulled out a pack of rolling papers, flicking it open to pull a thin sheet out as he lay it flat on the picnic table.

Trying to ignore the thought of how dirty the surface probably was as Eddie grabbed the baggie and opened it up to pull some of the weed out, dropping it onto the paper as he let his fingers slowly pull it apart to reach each end.

You watched the way his ringed fingers moved swiftly, obviously movements perfected from experience as his thumbs flicked up the length of the paper. Lifting it from the table as he rolled your joint, his tongue poking out from between his pink lips as he concentrated on rolling the joint without losing any product out of either side of it. Something that had your heart hammering against your ribcage as you stopped watching him work and instead began to shamelessly stare at him.

Eddie Munson really was quite pretty, there was no denying it. Kind eyes that always seemed to find yours whenever he’d stumble into class late, walking by your desk to take a seat at the back of the room as the lecture continued. He’d been so proud to be the first of his family to go to college, something that was often overshadowed by the small-minded people in Hawkins that still saw him as a freak. His bold personality built up to mask the insecurities that ebbed away at him, not that he should have anything to be insecure about.

But there was only so far the bravado would take him before he was completely out of his depth, especially with you. Watching as you leaned forward across the table to lick the rollie he was still holding in his hands. Your pretty pink tongue slips out from between those glossy lips as you let the tip run along the top of the paper, brushing against the tips of his fingers as you wet it just enough to stick.

Eddie swallowed thickly as he watched the way your lips moved against the rollie, the sensation of your tongue against his fingers lingering as he began to roll the joint between his fingers to secure the paper. Trying to ignore the tightness building in his pants as he took a deep breath, the more he stared at you the more he found himself becoming delirious. There was no way, no fucking way a girl like you would ever like him. Trying to calm his raging boner as he held the stick up in a ‘tada’ fashion, giving you a toothy grin as he held it out to you.

“And there she is.” You shuddered when his fingers brushed against yours as he handed you the joint, “See, it’s not that hard, I mean I can do it so-”

He laughed at his self-deprecating joke as you looked down at the stick, feeling it between your fingers before you held it up to your lips.

“Can I try it now?”

“Uh, sure. But are you gonna be alright gettin’ home?-”

“I’ll be fine.” Truthfully you had absolutely no idea if you’d be able to get home high, you had no indications of what the drug might do to you, but you were so eager to finally let off some steam and relax that you didn’t want to wait any longer.

Pouting your lips as you placed the stick between them Eddie pulled a worn silver zippo from his jacket pocket. Leaning forward slightly as he thumbed the light, a small flame appeared as he used the other to cup around the joint, protecting it from the cool evening breeze as he lit it for you. You took a long, hard inhale and immediately started coughing as you pulled it away from your lips. Eddie was quick to grab it from you to prevent it from dropping to the leafy ground as you tried to ignore the burning in your lungs from the sharp inhale of smoke.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You nodded, thick tears clinging to your lashes as the coughing finally subsided, embarrassed that you already looked like such an amateur and proceeded to do that with your first toke.

“Believe it or not, I was like that my first time too, granted I was fourteen.” He grinned, “You just gotta take it slow at first, you’ll get used to it.” He spoke with the stick hanging out the side of his lips, but Eddie was certain he could taste the faintest taste of cherry.

Grabbing the joint between his thumb and index finger as he pulled it from his lips, and that’s when he saw it.

The white bottom of the stick was now a crimson hue, glitter from your gloss sparkling beneath the light as he tilted it. Gnawing at his gums to stop himself from groaning at the sight, his thoughts immediately raced to how that same lipgloss ring would look on other parts of his body. Eddie felt like he’d kissed you, tasted you. The artificial sweetness was still on his taste buds as he held the stick up to his lips to take another toke, inhaling deeper this time as he held the smoke inside his mouth for a moment. His semi-hard cock throbbed beneath his jeans as he stared directly at you, depraved thoughts running through his mind. He felt like such a creep but he couldn’t help it, just the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock, leaving those same pretty marks had him feral.

“Let me try again,” You murmured, leaning forward to take the joint out of his hands as your fingers brushed his, placing it between your lips. Taking a smaller hit this time, you felt the smoke slowly enter your lungs as you exhaled.

“There you go, you got it.” Eddie smiled, accepting the joint back from you as he took another hit, inhaling deeply as the smoke began to leave through his nose, “So?”

“S’good.” You slurred, hazy eyes letting the smoke finally settle you. Already feeling more serene, or maybe it was the company? You felt so comfortable around Eddie, his friendly personality helped relax you despite the sheer number of times you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him today.

“Want some more, angel?”

The pet name had you swooning, leaning forward to grab the joint from Eddie but he moved the stick away from your reach. Placing it back between his lips with a glint in his eye as he took a large toke, his lips curled in a lopsided smile as he placed his forearms back on the picnic table, sitting up off the bench to bring his face close to yours. Capturing your chin between his finger and thumb as he gently prised your mouth open, slowly parting his lips as he let the smoke seep out and into your mouth.

Goosebumps began to appear against your skin as he held you like you were the most delicate porcelain, but his actions were anything but. A salacious undertone as he watched intently through half-lidded eyes as you inhaled the smoke he’d breathed into you.

“Holy shit,” He watched the way your tongue slipped out to swipe at your lips, thick lashes fluttering as wisps of smoke began to swirl towards the sky. Shocked that you’d allowed him to do something so lecherous. The ache between his thighs only amplified from your reaction, committing the sight to memory as he was certain that if nothing else he’d have some perfect material to jack off to when this was over.

You really thought Eddie was going to kiss you, the anticipation building inside you as you imagined his lips against your own. Your gaze flickered down to them as you noted how soft they appeared to be, nothing like you would’ve imagined- but if only you could prove your theory.

“You’re pure sin, sweetheart.” He whispers as his warm breath fans against your skin, his lips dangerously close to yours now as you watch the smoke slowly drift from his nostrils and disappear into the evening air, “Downright deadly.”

“Me?” You hum innocently, watching his eyes drift down to your cherry lips and back to your half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah, you.” He grinned, “Always walkin’ round in those cute little dresses lookin’ all pretty. How can anyone not see how pretty you are? I mean it- shot through the heart.”

Eddie’s certain he can smell your lipgloss now, the fruity scent overpowering as it mixes with your perfume. A smell he now wants all over him as his cock throbs in his jeans, the denim tightening around the crotch as he spreads his thighs in a feeble attempt to try and give him some sweet relief.

“You think I’m pretty?” You smiled, feeling that familiar tingle beginning to flutter inside you.

“Are you kiddin’? I may be stupid, but I’m not blind.” He scoffed, “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

He was close enough for you to smell him now, a mixture of cheap cologne, engine oil and cigarette smoke. It mixed with the scent of weed and made you woozy. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you, a look of complete adoration.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your cheeks, leaning forward to close the gap and press a soft kiss to his lips. The moment you tried to pull away Eddie was already back on you, closing the gap as he pulled you back into a deeper kiss, your eyes immediately closing as you fell into him.

Your hand reached up to cup his jaw as you feel the day-old stubble against his cheek, the desperation in him evident as his nose clashes with yours as he tilts his head to make more room. His tongue swipes against your glossed lips as he tastes the artificial cherry flavour of your gloss, a large palm reaching up to the base of your skull to hold you in place as he commits this to memory, so even if you were to pull away a second later he can say with conviction that he was the lucky son of a bitch that got to kiss you.

The kiss had your mind going hazy, or maybe it was the drugs, as your lips parted to deepen it, Eddie lifting himself off his side of the bench as he hovered over you, his tongue delving deeper as he explored the new territory. Mimicking his movements, your tongue swipes against his teeth as you capture the low groan that leaves his lips, rubbing your legs together to try and satiate the throb between your thighs.

“Fuck,” You gasped when he reluctantly broke the kiss for air, a subtle sheen of glittery gloss now stained his pale skin as you smiled up at him.

“Fuck,” He repeated with a grin, his tongue shamelessly coming out to lick his lips as he tasted you on them, “God, you’re so fucking pretty. You know that right? Did I say that already?”

“You did,” You smiled, “But I like hearing you say it.”

“Oh yeah?” He matched your smile, “Then I guess I should say it more, huh?”

Eddie put out the end of the joint against the flat metal of the table, not wanting to waste any more of the drug as he left it on the surface. Taking one of your hands in his as he beckoned you closer.

You stood from the bench as you came around the table to his side, Eddie already swinging a thigh over to stand beside you as his hands immediately moved to your hips. The hard metal of his rings dug into your sides as he held you tight, your clit throbbing at the sensation as your arms reached around his shoulders to bring him down into another sultry kiss, this time it was far more desperate, more intense. As though you’d both been separated for far too long as you felt his tongue immediately searching for yours, your chest pressed against his and you were certain he could probably feel your heart beating against your ribcage. Now uncertain whether this was an effect of intoxication, or whether it was all Eddie Munson– and if it was you were addicted.

You rolled your hips against him as he groaned into the kiss, the feeling of his bulge pressed against you had a fire burning inside you. Everything felt hot. Grinding yourself against him again as you craved more of those sweet sounds spilling from Eddie’s lips.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He spoke through kisses, emphasising each word.

Eddie walked you back until your thighs hit the cool edge of the picnic table, his hands reaching beneath your legs to help you onto the surface. Instantly slotting himself between your parted thighs without breaking the kiss, the skirt of your pretty summer dress riding up much like it had in class as he shamelessly stroked along the exposed skin. Feeling your calves wrapping around his legs to keep him pressed against you, his covered crotch now grinding against your own as you whined into the kiss.

He reluctantly broke away from you, pupils blown, as he stared down at your face. Pushing his hips forward again to press his hard bulge against your clothed cunt, making you cry out for him again as he cherished the sound. A sound that should be reserved for angels sitting and waiting at those pearly gates, not mere mortals like him down on earth. His lips began to map a path along your jawline, leaving searing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck as you felt his teeth graze your pulse point.

Gasping as you bucked your hips against his, feeling his hardness pressing between your thighs as you ran a hand down his chest, along the picture of his Hellfire Club shirt to press against his abdomen, moving to cup his bulge but Eddie was quick to catch your wrist in his palm.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” He mumbled.

“Why?” You pouted, your fingers now tracing a path along his inner thighs, nails scratching against the denim as his chest tightened in anticipation the closer you got to his crotch.

“Cause-” He caught your wandering hands again, both his palms wrapped around both your wrists as he held you back from his bulge, “You just tried weed for the first time. It affects everyone differently and I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret.”

“Why would I regret it?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Fuck- don’t do that, sweetheart.” He groaned, “You look way too fuckin’ cute.” He muttered, more to himself than anything as he moved a hand up to pinch the space between his eyes.

“Eddie, why would I regret it?”

Fuck, and there you went saying his name like that. You sounded so adorable, his cock was throbbing between his thighs. Screaming at him for being so foolish to not worshipping you already, but he couldn’t. Not like this-

“Well, I can think of a few reasons.” He trailed off.

“I won’t regret it,” You reached out to palm his crotch, feeling how hard he was beneath the rough denim. Inquisitive fingers squeezed around his girth as a crude groan rumbled from deep in his chest, every single second he spent in your presence had more of his willpower crumbling away.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman right now, angel.” He whispered but made no effort to move your hand from his crotch as he leaned forward to press himself into your touch.

“But what if I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Eddie?” You pouted, your fingers trying to press against his balls as he felt any resolve he had disappear into nothing.

“You had to go and say my name like that, didn’t you?” He groaned, “Fuck, you little minx.”  

There was a deep snarl to his voice before he moved forwards, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. His crotch pressed against your clothed slit as your whines were silenced by his mouth. Hands palmed your thighs as his fingers dipped into the plush skin, holding you tight before they slid under the curve of your knees, pulling your ass until it was sitting right at the edge of the table. You gasped as you wrapped your thighs around his slender waist, squeezing tight for stability as you felt his bulge give your clit the friction it coveted. Your hands carded through his messy curls as you held him against you, preventing him from moving away as his tongue lashed against yours. Eddie’s hands became bolder the more you eased into his touch, sliding up your thighs and towards the curve of your ass as he squeezed the soft skin roughly.

The denim of his jeans created delicious friction as you leaned into the sensation, dragging the soft cotton of your panties against your puffy clit as you let out a salacious whine. Thankful that the woods were desolate so no one could hear just how desperate and needy you sounded dry humping Eddie Munsen, embarrassed just how much of an effect he’d had without even touching you.

“Eddie-” You gasped when his hips jerked forward, his forehead pressed against yours as he sucked in air through his teeth. Eyes clenched shut as he tried to calm his overstimulated body down, trying his best to stave off his impending climax, but this- you, felt too good.

“Wait- I- shit,” Eddie continued to mumble as you kept him pinned against you with your thighs, his ringed fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you ground yourself against his crotch, “Jesus H Christ.”

You were shameless now, bruised lips parted in a constant moan as you tightened your grip on his shoulders, using him for leverage as you chased your own release. Feeling the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as you focused on the throb of pleasure between your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie. ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped, shamelessly using him for your own pleasure as your hands moved to his shoulders to get a better grip as you sought your release.

“Shit, you gonna cum sweetheart?” He groaned, moving his head back slightly to get the perfect view of your face, “Gonna show me how pretty you look when you’re creamin’ your cute little panties for me?”

“I- oh, fuck.”

“Holy shit,” He choked back a groan as his hips began to stutter, erratically knocking into you as it only served to preserve your climax. Knocking against your clit as he let his forehead drop to your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he felt pleasure overtake his body.

“Holy shit,” He groaned, his grip on your ass bruising as he tried to calm his body down. A wetness now seeping through his boxers and against the rough denim of his jeans, making the fabric stick to his crotch uncomfortably as he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your collarbone as you leaned back slightly.

“For what?”

“Uh, man down.” He gave you a cute smile as he pulled his face from your neck. His cheeks tinged a light pink colour as he tried to avoid your gaze, “I swear I can normally go way longer- but you just looked so pretty and felt so good I-”

“Eddie,” You laughed, cutting him off with a sweet kiss on his lips, “I don’t mind. The fact that I made you do that? It’s so hot.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m sorry sweetheart, but there ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m going out like that.” He gave you a devious smirk as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, “Can’t have you thinking I’m a one pump chump or something.”

“Wha- Eddie, oh my god.” You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting them as you fell back onto the picnic table, legs spread wide as your dress began to bunch around your hips.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Eddie groaned as he looked at the damp patch against the crotch of your panties, his palms splayed on your inner thighs as one of his thumbs stroked against the soft cotton. Feeling the dampness of it beneath his touch as you gasped in surprise, immediately bucking your hips as he tightened his grip to hold you down.

“Ah, ah, ah.” His brown eyes stared down at you, “It’s my turn now, remember?”

He gave you a playful smile as his hands trailed higher, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your panties as he slowly pulled them down your thighs, groaning at the sight of silvery strings of your slick connecting the garment to you and breaking off in glistening lines against your inner thighs, his spent cock already throbbing at the sight as he tried to ignore the uncomfortable wetness in his boxers.

Carefully slipping your panties over your white tennis shoes as he slipped them into his back pocket with a grin, dropping to his knees on the cold forest floor as the leaves crunched beneath him, leaving him eye to eye with your dripping cunt.

“Shit, you got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen-” Eddie began, almost going crosseyed as he shamelessly ogled your naked slit, “I mean, it’s the only pussy I’ve seen. Well, not the only one- I’ve watched pornos, I mean. Classy ones though, really well done- I just meant that this is the-”

“Eddie,” You cut him off with a feeble whine, “Please touch me.”

“Anything for the fair maiden.” He smiled mischievously, his cheeks a soft pink as he leaned forward, disappearing beneath the bottom of your summer dress.

Your entire body jolted as you felt him lick from your drooling hole up to your clit, his groans vibrating against your skin as he tasted you for the first time. Your hands immediately tugged the fabric of your dress up around your hips so you could watch him, and nothing could compare to the sight of his pretty eyes staring up at you from between your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You groaned when you felt his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue lashing against it as he sucked hard, “Feels so fucking good.”

“Such a nasty mouth on such a pretty girl.” He teased, running his tongue back through your slit as he came towards your tight entrance. Prodding the tip of it inside you as you rolled your hips into his touch, shamelessly trying to get him deeper, to have more of him. Whatever he gave it would never be enough, you wanted all of him.

You wanted all of Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, don’t tease-” You pouted those cherry lips and suddenly he was smitten.

“‘m sorry, baby. ‘m sorry.” He cooed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, “I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” You whispered breathlessly as you felt one of his calloused fingertips graze your tight hole, fluttering around it.

“Eddie’s gonna make you feel real fucking good, don’t you worry.” Before you had a chance to tease him for referring to himself in the third person he’d already dived back in. His lips immediately wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard, one of his fingers pushing inside your tight walls as you felt the metal of his ring at the bottom. Curling the digit as though he was searching for something, unsure what he was looking for until you cried out for him. Now focusing on that same spot as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, stretching you out enough to add a second.

Your hands felt lost, palming at your clothed breasts through the thin material of your summer dress before venturing lower to fist the hem, rolling your hips into his touch to try and match his movements before your fingers finally threaded through his curly hair. Nails scratching against his scalp as you tugged, making Eddie moan into your cunt as you pressed him impossibly deeper into you.

The metal chains at the bottom of his leather jacket sleeve clanked against the picnic table with each flick of his wrist as he fucked his fingers into your sloppy hole, spit drooling from his lips as he sucked your clit, the moisture running down to his hand as it soaked his fingers and rings but he could care less.

If he could do this for the rest of his mediocre existence, he would.

“Eddie, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He pulled away with a cocky grin, his fingers continuing to pump inside your tightening walls, “You wanna cum all over my face?”

“Do it, sweetheart.” He hummed against your clit, “Show me how pretty you look cummin’ all over me.”

Eddie locked eyes with you between your thighs and it was all it took to have you coming undone, the coil inside you snapping as you felt your climax wash over you, white spots blanking your vision as you cried out his name.

“Fuck,” You cried out, your thighs clamping down on either side of his head as you tried to push him away from your overstimulated cunt, but Eddie wouldn’t move. Groaning as he continued to suck your sensitive clit, fingers now wiggling inside you as you restricted him from moving them in and out of your sloppy sex.

“Nu-uh,” His brown eyes stared up at you from between your thighs, “I know you got one more in there for me, sweetheart. I can feel it.”

“Eddie, I can’t.” Eddie’s eyes stayed locked on yours, making sure that he wasn’t going too far, as he shamelessly slurped at your slit.

“Yeah, you can.” His nose bumped your clit as his tongue pressed against his fingers inside your hole, a lewd squelch filling the air, “See- at least your pretty pussy's honest.”

“Oh, god.” You cried out, your legs trembling from the intense sensation as you were vaulted into your climax. Lips parted in a constant whine as your greedy walls clamped around Eddie’s fingers.

“That’s it- there you go-” Eddie coaxed you as he felt you succumb to your bliss, pressing a final lingering kiss to your clit as he pulled his fingers out of your trembling pussy.

Standing up between your thighs as he gave you a smug grin, his chin glistening from your essence as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His body hovered over you as he stared down into your eyes, grinning at how dazed you looked as you stared up at the darkening sky, the trees hiding you from the final rays of evening sun before sunset.

Sitting up from the picnic table as Eddie circled his arms around your waist, letting you snuggle into his chest as your arms circled around his waist beneath his leather jacket, breathing in the scent of him. Both of you basking in the afterglow as he gently swayed side to side.

“So, do you feel more relaxed now?” Eddie grinned as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Mhm, but I’m not sure if it was you or the weed.” You laughed, squeezing his waist as he let his hand slide down to give your ass a playful swat.

“Oh, it’s definitely the weed.” He scoffed, “I’m way too annoying to be relaxing.”

You leaned back from his arms, playfully smacking his chest as he pretended to be in pain, holding the spot that you hit as you laughed.

“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” He whispered, his tone serious as he moved his hands to your hips.

“So why didn’t you say anything?” You mumbled, tilting your head to look into his eyes.

“Like I said, ain’t no way a girl like you would ever like a guy like me.” He leaned his face back slightly to meet your gaze.

“Well, I do.” You smiled, tipping your head back and pouting your lips for him to kiss you softly.

“Don’t know why,” Eddie scoffed against your lips, “But I feel pretty lucky right now.”

“Me too,” You smiled, pushing some of the curly hair away from his eyes.

“I can’t believe you made me cum in my fuckin’ pants like a teenager.” He groaned, his wet boxers sticking to his skin uncomfortably as he wiggled his hips, “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah,” Eddie chewed his gum nervously, “Unless you don’t want there to be..”

“What other pretty boy with curly hair is gonna help me relax?”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Night Drive (Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa) Rated

Pairing: Dilf!/College Professor! Kim Hongjoong × Younger College Student! Reader (Female) × Dilf/College Professor! Park Seonghwa

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Dilf AU.

Summary: Being picked up by her boyfriend for a date, Y/N has no idea about Hongjoong's plans nor about the surprise guest joining them in their little night drive.

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: Aged up/Older Ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries), exhibitionism, voyeurism, breast play, fingering, tiny allusion to infidelity (which I do not condone nor justify), breeding/pregnancy kink, slight creampie kink, katoptronophilia (mirror kink basically), daddy word, degradation, manhandling, unprotected penetrative sex (always use protection), Dom! SeongJoong, Sub! Reader

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @mingismoon @nanamarkie @ateezbabysitters @rainteez02

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Rolling down the darkly tinted window of his midnight black Buick Regal, Hongjoong greeted the young and beautiful student that was standing by the curbside of the entrance to his college dormitories, her face lighting up instantly when she saw him. Wasting no second, she quickly opened the door and fitted her frame inside the passenger seat of the car.

"I was supposed to get the door for you." His lips curled up slightly into a pout.

"I know, but..... I just couldn't wait to see you." Leaning over, she boldly pressed her lips against that of the older male's, a soft and content hum being breathed out by him, soon turning into an annoyed whine when she pulled back too soon for his liking.

"Professor." Her tone changed slightly, a suggestive giggle escaping her lips as she leaned back in, this time the kiss turning more heated with her tongue attempting to slide inside his mouth, which he would have allowed had he not had on the back of his mind the other plans he had for the night.

"Naughty naughty girl, wanting to get frisky not even a minute into our date." He snorted softly as one of his hands came up to lightly pat her cheek with his palm in a chastising manner.

Switching the gear shift to drive, Hongjoong pulled out of the entrance and onto the main road to take both of them to the place he had chosen for their nightly getaway. The girl beside him was clearly anxious and he didn't blame her. It had been a grueling time the past weeks due to the semester being over and everyone, students and teachers were stressing over final exams. Hongjoong's hand still ached somewhat from grading too many papers and reports, his head pulsing endlessly with a killer migraine. But at last, that was all over and he was finally able to take his younger lover out properly, spend time with her after missing her voice, touch, body, and all of her in general. He had the entire evening planned out, unlike anything she would have expected. It was hard for him to suppress the smirk creeping into his features as he thought about how the night would end if his plans succeeded how he wanted them to.

He often took a small glance to see her pretty face looking out the window, tediously watching all the shops and cars they passed on the drive to whatever destination he was taking to her, which he adamantly refused to say, keeping his lips sealed. Every once in a while, he'd notice the way she squirmed in her seat, her fingers occasionally playing around with the hem of the white skirt she decided to wear or her palm straight on rubbing the side of her thigh.

"Oh so you are indeed horny my little kitten. Absolutely perfect." Hongjoong thought to himself. It was exactly how he wanted her: wet, horny and desperate by the time they made their first stop.

"Honey, I hope you don't mind, but I have to stop here for a second."

The girl didn't protest, simply nodded and didn't think too much about him pulling up and parking in front a luxurious building. Parking the car, Hongjoong waited patiently until a familiar figure finally came out and made their way over to his car, waving a hand in his direction. Not knowing there already was an occupant in the front seat, the stranger hastily opened the door, taking a step back when he saw who was sitting next to Hongjoong.

"Y/N?" He questioned in shock.

"Professor Park?" She exclaimed just as he, her head whipping over to demand an explanation from Hongjoong as to why one of the other professors from the university was currently there, especially when their relationship was to remain a secret from the school. Hongjoong however kept his grin plastered on, as if nothing was the matter.

"Sorry Hwa, looks like someone already took your seat."

Pointing over at the backseat, his friend let out a soft huff as he began closing the door.

"Wait! Seonghwa, don't close that door yet."

Reaching his hand over, Hongjoong unbuckled Y/N's seatbelt before telling her:

"Honey, go ride in the back with him."

Her eyes bulged out, her mouth muttering softly to him if he was insane, yet Hongjoong was still calm as he reached a hand up and caressed her cheek.

"Trust me baby." He whispered before placing a soft peck on her lips.

Reddening significantly, Y/N got out of the car, thanking the other male when he was kind enough to open the door for her to let her inside first before he himself took his place right next to her. Both of them looked over at each awkwardly, wondering what on earth was Hongjoong thinking. Y/N averted her gaze and stared at the floor mat, desperately hoping that afterwards, the witness to hers and Hongjoong's relationship wouldn't go directly to the school board and cause problems for them. Seonghwa on the other hand had so many questions spiraling in his head, mainly his friend's relationship with the student next to him, and more importantly, why he had kept that secret from him. The car ride now felt even more long and brooding with the tension in the air, the music playing from the stereo not helping at all and just making the environment more unpleasant.

Looking back at them through the rearview mirror, Hongjoong let out a small chuckle.

"I'm sure you're both wondering why I brought you here without telling you the reasons."

Seonghwa and Y/N glanced briefly at one another, the older male shrugging softly, just as lost as she was. Sighing softly, Hongjoong continued.

"Well to start off, I think it's very clear that all those rumors about a teacher and student sleeping together are indeed true my friend."

Seonghwa widened his eyes at Hongjoong, his lips parting as he let out an astonished scoff. Although more than once he heard a few whispers every now and then about his colleague getting too friendly with one of his students, he always believed them to be lies, knowing Hongjoong to be a sensible and well respected professor that would never risk his career over something like that. As if reading his friend's thoughts, Hongjoong piped up once more.

"What can I say? I couldn't resist myself when I saw her, especially when you see what's underneath those clothes of hers."

Peeking his head over, Hongjoong sweetly smiled at the quiet girl.

"Baby, do me a favor and unbutton your blouse for me. Let Seonghwa see those pretty tits of yours."

Y/N was taken aback by his sudden order, her voice getting caught in her throat and stammering out a bit of gibberish as she tried to remind herself to form proper words.

"Hong- Hongjoong!" She whisper yelled at him, embarrassed about being asked to do such a dirty request in front of another teacher. Seonghwa himself shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still saying absolutely nothing as he tried to look somewhere else.

"Oh come on kitten, don't be shy. You have the cutest set of tits a man could see. Besides...." Y/N could clearly see the smug grin on he was donning through the rearview mirror, his eyes also looking at her direction.

"I know very well you want Seonghwa to touch you. I heard you the other day talking with your friends, and if I remember correctly, you said you wouldn't mind having him play with your body and be his little toy."

Y/N lowered her head in shame. She didn't believe Hongjoong would have heard her when she said that. She didn't even dare lift her eyes to the man next to her, afraid of seeing whatever expression he had in his face. She did however, hear him chuckle amusedly, his voice finally being heard.

"Oh my. Hongjoong, is she really that much of a whore that she's fantasizing about fucking other men even when she has you?"

Taking off his seatbelt, Seonghwa scooted over towards her, his face coming so dangerously close she could feel his breath against her ear.

"What darling? Does he not fuck you enough? Is he not treating you properly? Or do you perhaps just want a more......endowed cock?"

Y/N couldn't help but shudder when his hand lifted up to cup her chin, turning her face so he could look her directly in the eye. Seonghwa couldn't deny that her startled look turned him on extremely.

"Now I'm extremely curious to find out just how cute you really are without those clothes on. Is Hongjoong just talking you up or am I really going to have to restrain myself from eating you up if I tear those clothes off one by one?" He hummed softly as he brushed his lips against hers, causing Y/N's breath to hitch slightly.

"Kitten, I believe I gave you an order a few minutes ago and you know I hate repeating myself. Undo your shirt so Seonghwa can look at your chest."

Y/N bit her lip as her hands reached up and began to pop each of the buttons of her grey cardigan. The pair of eyes on her right were burning a hole right through her and it only served to deepen the intense wanting she was feeling in between her legs. After undoing enough buttons to expose her black bra, Y/N pulled the material down enough so her breasts could pop out of them. The soft groan her teacher emitted helped fuel her pride, especially after looking up and seeing him nearly drool at the sight, tongue coming out to moisten his luscious and pink lips.

"Fuck Joong....you weren't kidding when you said she has a pretty rack." His hand clenched and unclenched itself in an effort to meet from reaching out to cup one of her tits in his palm.

Knowing exactly the lustful thoughts running through his friend's mind, Hongjoong was more than willing to grant them without any grudges.

"Now kitten, I want you to be a good girl and let Seonghwa play with you as he wants. Tonight, you're going to be his personal toy and you have to do everything he tells you to do. Am I making myself clear?"

Y/N quickly nodded, too aroused and turned on that she wouldn't have cared if it was Seonghwa touching her and Hongjoong watching or Hongjoong touching her and Seonghwa watching. She just wanted someone to help the emptiness she was feeling.

"You're serious about this Joong? I can really use her as my personal sex toy?" He questioned with a wicked grin, hand coming up to clasp around Y/N's jaw.

"She's all yours Hwa. We have a couple minutes before we reach the hotel that I booked a room in. Think you can get her wet enough by the time we get there?"

Seonghwa let out a hearty laugh at Hongjoong's challenge.

"I'll get her drenched without making her cum, don't worry about it."

Tilting her face towards him, Seonghwa winked at her before crashing his lips onto hers. Just as she suspected, Seonghwa's lips were soft and plump, and they seemed to be avid fans of nibbling playfully against her own lips. The hand that was on her chin swooped itself down and pressed itself against her sternum, fingers delicately caressing the skin around it. Sweeping his hand with feather light strokes, Seonghwa moved his fingers across the top of her breasts and then to the sides, caressing each and every inch of her skin, being careful not to directly touch her nipples. He wanted to tease her, rile her up, have her writhe and whine about the lack of contact on the parts of her body where she most needed him. He was enjoying himself, enjoying as he silently tortured the girl by merely touching the outer parts of her soft mounds. It didn't take long for her to notice this cruel pattern of his, the frustrated groan she poured out as his tongue devoured her mouth being a tell tale sign.

"Such an impatient one." Seonghwa chuckled, dragging his tongue down the side of her neck.

He then surprised her by cupping one of her breasts into his large hand, tenderly massaging the spongy like flesh while his thumb worked to harden the nipple even more. Y/N threw her head back, giving Seonghwa more access to press tiny love bites across her neck and collarbone. His other hand, being bored with nothing to do, came up and proceeded to give the same treatment its twin was receiving, groping it and fondling it until she was releasing the cutest noises to bless his ears.

"If you're already like this with me just touching your breasts, how will you be when I play with that pussy of yours?"

Y/N couldn't help but let an embarrassingly loud moan escape when she heard him say that, her walls tightening and clenching around nothing as she thought about having Park Seonghwa sliding his hand in between her folds. Even Hongjoong was surprised by the effect his friend was having on her, making him slightly jealous and yet not so as he was enjoying glancing over every now and then to watch his beloved girl be used in such a way by another man. He couldn't quite explain why, but offering up his prized possession as nothing more than an object of pleasure to someone else, his closest friend nonetheless, made him get unbelievably hard. If he could, he would have whipped himself out and would have started to beat his meat, but unfortunately he had to pay attention to the road in front of him, going slightly above the speed limit in an effort to reach the hotel as fast as possible, all while occasionally sparing a glance or two through the mirror to look at Y/N's lust filled state of mind.

"Spread your legs for me young lady. Let me see just how wet you are."

Obeying without hesitation, Y/N made sure to pull up her skirt, revealing the skimpy choice of lace underwear she had chosen for the evening. Seonghwa sucked in a deep breath when he saw it.

"Did you come here knowing you were gonna get fucked?"

"More like hoping she would get fucked." Hongjoong spoke up with a lighthearted teasing tone.

Hooking his fingers on the top of her panties, Seonghwa practically ripped the material off her body, sliding it down her legs before bringing it up to his face and inhaling deeply.

"Oh god you smell so delicious." He grunted as his nostrils basked in the scent of her arousal.

"Why don't you keep them as a memoir? Cause after tonight, I'm not letting you touch her again."

Hongjoong's statement made Seonghwa remember that he still had a task at hand. Making sure to tuck her panties inside his pant pocket, Seonghwa turned his attention back to her glistening folds. They were practically inviting him to shove his hand as far as it could possibly reach inside, he was very tempted to even fist her tiny hole right then and there. But he would much rather prefer to work her up even further, tease her until she was begging him to fuck her. When she saw his hands come down, Y/N instinctively parted her knees even further, adjusting herself on the seat so he could reach every part of her exposed womanhood.

"You've trained the slut well Hongjoong." Both the trainer and his trainee lit up at the praise from their guest.

"Yes, my girl is the best." Hongjoong proudly added, as he reached a hand back to squeeze one of Y/N's legs in a loving manner.

Seonghwa's thumbs slid themselves right up to her groin, massaging the tendons at either side of her pussy, only briefly allowing them to brush against her lips. Y/N couldn't help but gasp as he pulled the flesh at either side, stretching out her wet entrance slightly, the cool air from the air conditioning hitting right at her slopping mound. Seonghwa continued this pattern of pressing her swelling lips apart and then rubbing his fingers down the sides, frustrating the recipient as he didn't actually touch the parts where she needed him most. He was toying around with her again, no doubt trying to get her to beg.

"Please daddy-" Being so frustrated by the slow, shallow movements of the fingers that refused to budge and stimulate her clit, Y/N called out for the person in front.

"Babygirl, you're asking the wrong person. I told you that for now you're Seonghwa's little plaything. So if you think I'm going to intervene, you're absolutely wrong." One corner of Hongjoong's lips curled up when they heard her pleading whines, yet he still did nothing.

"Why don't you ask him yourself what you want? No.... beg him. I know for a fact he likes girls who beg."

When she looked up at him with a pout, Seonghwa let out an amused chortle.

"What is it you want darling? Hmm? Tell me." He encouraged her as his fingertips faintly brushed against her clit, causing her legs to tremble and her hole to secrete more juices out her body.

"That... please...touch me there." She groaned as she tried to take hold of Seonghwa's hand and place it right on top of her heat, but he kept it firmly away, lightly laughing at the state she was in.

"Where darling? You're going to have to be specific."

He was making her feel more and more frustrated to the point of losing all timidity and decorum.

"Park Seonghwa fucking pound my pussy with your fingers!"

Hongjoong widened his eyes in amazement at her use of his colleague's name, but he wasn't mad. On the contrary, he wanted to see how her tiny show of disrespect for the older male, who was also her professor, would play out. Seonghwa stayed still momentarily, making Y/N believe that she might have gone too far. Just as she was about to apologize, a half strangled yelp was pulled out of her body when two fingers dove inside her drenched hole with no warning, aggressively starting a pace of deep strokes, burying themselves as far as they could reach. While his 2 longest fingers were busy working her open, his thumb decided to occupy itself by rubbing against her clit, its rhythm matching that of the other members.

"This what you wanted?" Seonghwa asked, lips attaching themselves onto her neck once more.

"Oh God yes! Yes! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum..you're going to.."

Y/N panted loudly, hips practically humping themselves against Seonghwa's hand, trying to reach that peak that was just within her reach. Just as she felt herself about to spill over, Seonghwa stopped all movements inside her pussy and against her clit, hindering her desire to cum.

"No! Please!" She cried out, eyes scrunching with tears as her head dropped back on the head rest of the car. When her own hand tried to reach down to her groin, Seonghwa was quick to catch it, nearly crushing it in his own.

"No darling, we're having none of that. I told you I was going to get you wet without letting you cum. We could have taken this the easy way but you chose to disrespect me and therefore I had to punish you. Now..."

Releasing her hand, he dropped his fingers and stuffed them back inside her pussy, her walls pulsing against them, screaming to be allowed to release into his palms.

"Let's try this again."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the delicious sensation of Seonghwa slipping his fingers in and out of her, this time setting a more slow and sensual pace. Being edged by him for what seemed like hours and having been dangerously close to her high just minutes ago, it didn't take long for Y/N to start producing those endearing moans of hers again, her high building up once again rather fast. She melted into his touch, hips once again grinding up as if they had a mind of their own. Just as her walls clenched up once again, Hongjoong made his presence known.

"We're here."

Letting out a disappointed sigh at being denied her orgasm again, Y/N began to quickly fasten the buttons of her top while Seonghwa helped out by adjusting her skirt and pulling it down to cover up her lower half. Helping her out of the car, Hongjoong gestured for them to follow him as he led them through the reception desk and towards the elevators. As if it was fate, the elevator they got in was completed alone, leaving the three of them inside as it climbed up towards the respective floor they were assigned to. Looking over and seeing was currently distracted by watching the numbers on the screen change, Seonghwa took the opportunity to continue his fun, fingers snaking under her skirt to cup her ass. Being startled by the sudden touch, Y/N let out a soft whimper that was heard by Hongjoong. Looking over, his eyes immediately spotted what was the cause of her reaction.

"Seriously, couldn't even wait til we were behind closed doors?" Hongjoong let out a disappointed click of his tongue.

"Hey, you did say I was free to play with her as I liked. Besides, wanna make sure she stays as wet as possible cause as soon as the door is locked, I'm stuffing her full of cock."

Y/N's thighs squeezed themselves together after hearing him say that, the action not going unnoticed by both men at her sides.

"Just wait a little longer doll and I'll make sure you cum like you want to."

It seemed like forever until the doors finally opened to let them onto their floor. Knowing just how antsy the other two were about fucking each other, Hongjoong went up ahead of them and quickly slid the key in. Opening the door, he let them both inside first, a suspicious smile still on his face that confused his friend.

"You're enjoying this a little too much aren't you?" Seonghwa quirked an eyebrow up at him, his hands making a quick work of his shirt.

"Oh trust me when I say I'll enjoy it even more by the end of it." Hongjoong answered as he took a seat on one of the beds.

"I don't want you complaining later though if your little slut prefers my cock over yours." Seonghwa's little taunt had absolutely no effect on Hongjoong, he knew very well where his sweet heart's love resided with.

Turning around, Seonghwa was surprised yet also not surprised to see Y/N already naked on the bed, her legs spread out and inviting him to take advantage of her. Her facial expression seemed restless, eyes begging him to come over and end her torture already. Coming over to the front and seeing her more clearly, Seonghwa felt his cock twitch when he saw her full nude body, the light in the room letting him fully see all the details he couldn't quite clearly make out back in the car.

"Oh lord, she is absolute stunning Joong." Seonghwa complimented as he finished undressing himself, his cock already leaking at the tip.

"I did tell you once that younger babes were extremely hot and better. Well now you get to fuck my babe." Hongjoong's face proudly donned a satisfied expression at someone else appreciating his girlfriend.

Looking over at the dresser that had complementary goodies left for them, Seonghwa went and grabbed the pack of condoms since he hadn't planned on getting lucky that night.

"Ummm actually Seonghwa, I want you to fuck her raw, and be sure to spill your cum inside her."

His friend wasn't the only one who looked at him as if he was insane, Y/N was shocked by his request.

"N-no Daddy......" Her voice called out.

"Hmm? Why not princess?" Hongjoong smoked at her.

"My birth control ran out 2 weeks ago. If he cums inside me, I could....." She didn't even dare finish that sentence, but she knew they understand what she meant. Hongjoong however continued to look unfazed, in fact, his smile grew wider, almost to the point of being mischievous, which slightly worried her.

"Even better if I ask me princess, you see..... I want you to be bred." His confession both scared and aroused both of the other two participants.

"You've really lost your mind."

Giggling at his friend's words, Hongjoong looked at him with an assuring gaze.

"No I haven't. But trust me Seonghwa, I won't say anything, no one will know. Just do me this favor and fill my baby's pussy up with your cum."

When Seonghwa still hesitated, Hongjoong decided to persuade him even further.

"Look at her and tell me you don't want to stuff her young cunt full of your cum. And if you do knock her up, think of how cute she'll look with a swollen belly, carrying your child."

Unable to resist looking over after Hongjoong painted that image in his head, Seonghwa's gaze dropped towards Y/N's stomach. He unconsciously bit his lip as he thought about how fertile she probably was, and the thought of impregnating her with a baby of his own was driving him wild. Tearing down anymore hesitations he had, Seonghwa went back over to where she was. Y/N gasped when he pulled her towards the edge of the bed, hands keeping her legs open as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds.

"You ready to get knocked up with one of my babies?" He chaffed at her, smirking when a loud moan was drawled out by her as she pressed herself against his shaft even more.

"Cause I know I can't wait."

Letting out a piercing grunt when the cock of her professor penetrated deep inside her, Y/N's hands clutched at the sheets underneath her, whimpers already being poured out as Seonghwa's hips snapped roughly against hers. She shut her eyes as she sunk deeper and deeper into a blissful, euphoric haze, feeling nothing but how deep the cock inside her was being driven in, the head brushing against her cervix. That thought alone had her inner flesh pulsing and squeezing against the girthy shady tearing her apart, making her dizzy and blind with nothing but lust. She couldn't even register or hear all the sounds coming out of her own mouth.

"Such a nice and tight pussy. Keep clenching around me like that and it won't take long for me to fill you up with my seed." Seonghwa hissed, a hand dropping to rest on top of her stomach.

Y/N's back arched upwards, mouth fully agape as the most earth shattering wails were produced even heard by the rooms next to theirs.

"You enjoying this darling? Don't worry. You're certainly not the only one."

Clasping his fingers around her jaw, Seonghwa tilted Y/N's face so she could look over at the bed next to where they were. She spasmed violently when she took in the image of Hongjoong, sitting there shirtless, pants and briefs pulled down enough so he'd be able to pump his cock in his hand. When he had undressed, she didn't know, but she couldn't take her eyes off him, watching as he jerked himself off to the scene of his friend fucking her into the bed, the pace of his hand matching the pace set by Seonghwa's thrusts.

"Oh trust me she's enjoying this just fine. She's absolutely loving being treated as nothing more than a fuck toy, being lent to another man as her owner gets off on the sight of her being bred." Hongjoong's words were not helping as she started to tense up, feeling ready to explode and cum all over the thick cock inside of her.

"Please, please Mr. Park..." She muttered out, face turning towards him once again.

"Please what toy? Speak up." He commanded her as he started grinding his hips harder into her, the movements of his pelvis rubbing against her engorged clit and heightening her pleasure.

"Please let me cum. Wanna cum." She begged him, whine after whine being forced out of her each time Seonghwa pushed back into her body.

Feeling merciful, especially after edging her so much in the car, and more so because he felt himself about to shoot his load in her as well, Seonghwa moved his hand that was on her stomach so it could come down and rub aggressively at her clit.

"Go on baby. Cum for me so I can breed you like the little bitch you are."

Y/N toppled over the edge after hearing those dirty words, strangled cries and unintelligible words slipping out of her throat. She couldn't stop shaking underneath the older man that was fucking her, body out of control as it twisted and writhed from the sensuous oblivion she fell into. Desperate gasps scrambled for air as liquid gushed out of her to coat the dick that was still being driven in her.

"Oh fuck fuck! I'm going to cum inside your little hole now."

She barely registered the grunts being said by the person in front of her, her body only feeling and paying attention to the hot fluids being impelled to her womb. Knowing she was full of cum and it was extremely probable she'd be pregnant thrilled and excited her, while simultaneously making her anxious and nervous.

After finally catching his breath, Seonghwa pulled out of her, the cum that was leaking out of her threatening to make him hard again and fuck her once more just to see it all over again.

"Don't get any ideas." The warning voice of his friend brought him back to the reality that the young woman on the bed was only borrowed for the moment, and mostly due to the sick amusement of said friend.

Dressing himself up in his clothes, Seonghwa went over where Hongjoong was.

"Satisfied?"

Hongjoong snorted as he looked down at the tiny splatter of cum that had dripped into the carpet.

"Very much so."

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa finished putting on the last of his clothes before picking up his phone. Seeing the time, he apologized and told Hongjoong he needed to get home right away.

"I'll take a cab. I'm sure you probably want some more time with her."

Hongjoong blushed a little at his friend's insinuation. Before Seonghwa could walk out the door, Hongjoong called out to him.

"Hey....say hi to your wife and kids for me."

Seonghwa couldn't help the laugh that bursted out his lips.

"I will. See you soon."

Closing the door, Hongjoong was finally left alone with his girl, who was currently sitting up, staring at him intently. Getting up from his seat, he came over to where she was and helped her stand up. Smoothing out some of her disheveled hair, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his free hand tilting her face up as he pressed his body closer to hers. Pulling away to soon for her liking, Y/N pouted at him as she wrapped her hands around his waist.

"Come on. We gotta get you cleaned up."

Taking her hand, he guided her inside the bathroom, where he sat her against the vanity counter. Noticing that she was still looking at him funny, Hongjoong tilted his head to the side and cupped her cheeks.

"What's wrong babygirl?" He mimicked her tiny pout, a feat he often did that tended to annoy her, making her feel as if she was a little child.

"Funny how you care so much about getting me pregnant, yet you get someone else to do the job for you."

Huffing loudly, she brushed past him to be able to get inside the shower, but she was quickly pulled back by one of his hands that slammed her back against the counter. Looking up, she was expecting to see an angry expression, but instead Hongjoong had a smirk that told her he was up to no good.

"Is that what's bothering you princess? The fact it wasn't me the one breeding you? Oh baby.."

Turning her around abruptly, Y/N gasped when he pried her legs open and pressed her chest against the cold marble counter. When she felt his dick come to live and poke at her ass, she immediately pressed her lower half out towards him, the action making Hongjoong get a smug expression.

"You really are the best girl kitten, offering yourself to me like the little slut you are."

Y/N felt her body getting hot once again when on of Hongjoong's hands caressed in between her thighs, running up dangerously close to her heat until he reached her entrance.

"Ok then kitten. Let's fill you up with my cum now, since you want it so much."

Being stuffed with a cock once more, Y/N clung onto the counter underneath her as Hongjoong was showing no mercy as he rammed into her from behind. He always did enjoy brutally fucking her until she was left sore and limping, something no one would have ever guessed given his stature being more on the shorter side. But he definitely made up for it with his experience in making a woman numb to everything except the feeling of his dick being pounded into their pussies, precisely the feeling Y/N was going through at the moment. Her head rested itself against the counter, unable to bear the overwhelming pleasure the man behind her was putting her through.

"Oh no no kitten. I'm having none of that."

Wrapping his hand around her hair and twisting it to a makeshift ponytail, Hongjoong forced her to look up into the mirror in front of her. The ravenous and almost beast like way his eyes stared at her made her weak, pussy contracting around his length as her legs started to wobble.

"Look at you, I want you to watch as I fuck you full of my cum. Look at how I'm going to knock you up with my kids."

Strangled panting was the only audible sounds Y/N could make out, through the mirror she could see that Hongjoong was falling into the same haze she was in. Releasing her hair, he wrapped his hand around so it could rest on the top of her belly button, gently caressing the soft skin there.

"You're such a good girl for letting me do this. You know I'll take care of you right?" His loving reassurance, followed by the light presses his lips made on the nape of her neck were making her go insane. Her mind was running wild with thoughts of Hongjoong getting her pregnant, such a risky and dangerous situation but she was ready for it.

"Hongjoong fill me up! Fuck a baby into me! I want it, I want your cum!"

Her desperate pleas had an immediate effect as Hongjoong pistoned his cock deeper in her, a few last powerful jolt of hips and he was filling her to the brim, her tight pussy making sure to milk him out of every last drop of cum he had in him. Feeling him spill inside her and seeing him throw his head back in pleasure through the mirror, Y/N followed not long afterwards, shockwaves rippling through her body in another intense orgasm. It was a miracle Hongjoong still had his hands around her hips to keep her from falling down to the ground due to the violent shake of her legs. Even after they had both calmed down, Hongjoong still stayed nestled inside of her, nose brushing against the back of her head, inhaling her scent passionately. He let out a tired hum as he buried his face into her neck.

"I love you so much." He admitted, which made Y/N smile.

"I love you too." She responded, turning her head to press a kiss on his temple.

"And I can't wait to carry your baby."

[impyssadobsessions]

I really been liking Danny Phantom and Batman crossovers lately ;w;

OK so here random Idea I had for how they meet after reading so many. Fentons go on an impromptu family camping trip at the start of summer because it was Jazz's last year as a "kid" Despite having just graduated. This impromptu trip was also started by Vlad, having given Jack the idea. Because of this they were attacked that night by Plasimus's minions. Not only separating Jazz and Danny from their parents but successfully shorting Danny of his powers for next 24 hrs. It also so happens, Batman on a mission ends up crashing in the area, probably due to ghosts in the area and ends up badly injured. Danny and Jazz find him and start trying to decide on what to do. Jazz wields the Fenton bat and forced to wear an upgraded specter deflector by Danny, leading the way. While Danny half carries batman, since he still has enhanced strength. Batman fading in and out of consciousness. Unable to really fight, just listening intently to the strange pair of siblings. Gathering information as he couldn't do much else. He was up against enemy he knew nothing of, but these children knew a vast amount about. What he managed to ask about didn't clear up much, except why they were also lost. They ended up setting up camp where they found tire tracks and supplies. Evidence where their parents were, realizing that they went after the ghost believing Danny and Jazz were kidnap. (As the siblings theorized) Danny and Jazz fought off remaining ghost, and hunt for supplies. Taking care of Batman's wound. Batman listening in and out to what the kids say. Clearly theorizing Danny must be a meta, and feels extremely guilty at not being able to do anything. Blaming himself for what transpire. Jazz despite turning recently into and adult, has experience in being one when other adults in Danny lives fail him. Constantly worried and devoting herself to helping her little brother. That the siblings don't agree with their parents and actively fighting ghost in their stead. Wanting to protect both ghost and human. Danny not having self-confidence despite having built/fixed their communication devices and a ghost shield to wait out til Batman's allies arrive. Jazz knowing how to tend to injury like his and able to do it mostly calm. And information about threats like Plasimus, who apparently wants their mom and wants Danny. The GIW and anti-ecto law. Different ghosts and their threat levels. Such at the ones they were fighting, were normally no threat at all but massive numbers and being controlled by Plasimus is what made situation deadly. Tidbits about town name AmityPark and how ghosts are common. Batman unable to properly interrogate info, ended up just having small conversations or listening to the kids. Making Danny and Jazz slip up more information than they normally would have. Or talk bits about their lives when they thought he was dozing. Immediately after their rescue, plan put into order to help the kids. Helping find this plasimus and check on amitypark. Danny and Jazz giving lessons on their parents gear. Not knowing the batfam after the communication device was repaired, were already searching and discovering who they were and specifically who phantom more n likely was. ........Also none of the brothers let Bruce live this down. Especially if he dramatically told them it was a mission for him alone. Making jokes about how alfred already setup their rooms or like so when we going to properly introduce ourselves to our new siblings? All the jokes. They were relived Bruce was ok so now they'll joke about it forever. Not sure if I explained my thoughts or anything well.. ITs really cute and sweet in my head. Jazz supporting her brother, also going to take online courses for first year of college. JUST SO, Danny could have more time focusing on school, since junior year in high school is so important for college. She was planning on getting better at ghost hunting so she could take some of the night or school time shift. Already making sleep schedules etc. She wanting to make sure Danny doesn't forget to live while focusing on

his ghost so much. Danny having all the weight and guilt on his shoulders. Overwhelmed and barely keeping his head above water. Not realizing he smarter than he gives himself credit for. Having an adult, other than Jazz, just listen without immediately judging does take some weight off his shoulders a bit. Even if said adult is injured : I. Danny and Jazz bickering or mostly teasing each other as they fight with weapons parents built. Danny teasing Jazz on her aim. Probably reminding Bruce about his own kids a bit, and guilt for having these two random kids fight to protect them. Danny clearly better aim, but Jazz really good at swinging the bat. heh =w=' idk just thought it was cute. Anyone can run with it by the way. I don't know the bat fam enough to write them. =w='b but i love them regardless. just little ideas. Vacation Crashers I made the fanfic LOL

[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

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stargazing - stiles stilinski

summary: your boyfriend took you out on an unexpected date before the senior year starts

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of death of a family member but other than that this is just overall fluff

a/n: finally another fic! honestly not too proud of this but hey it’s a waste not to post it right? (oh and please mind the grammatical errors as always)

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“Where are we going, Stiles?” He lightly chuckled upon hearing the irritated tone in your question. You were getting impatient. Stiles decided to turn up in front of your house an hour ago, saying that he had an impromptu date plan for, and you quote, ‘the best last day of summer break ever’. Wanting to make it a surprise, he demanded you to wear a blindfold.

How conventional.

So here you are, in the middle of you don’t know where with the one and only Stiles Stilinski.

“I’m seriously contemplating the thought that you are kidnapping me right now,” you muttered as he scoffed. “Oh really? And you are willingly complying?” You could imagine a playful smirk forming on his face.

“Well, I can just kick your ass off. You’re pretty much useless without a bat.” You heard him let out an overdramatic gasp. “Says the girl who can’t even catch a cockroach without shedding a tear,” he retorted, trying to get back at you. “Cockroaches are fucking scary, okay? And that one could fly! They can rot in hell.” You huffed as he giggled. The thought of his grinning face compelled your lips to purse up into a smile.

Soon, you heard the gears of the jeep changing and came to a halt. “Okay, we’re here. Wait a second, don’t move.” You felt the jeep shifted as he got out of the car and shut the door. A few seconds later, you can feel a cool breeze hit your body, sending shivers, as Stiles opened the door for you.

He held your hand, helping you step out of the jeep slowly, making sure you did not trip and fall right onto your face. After you were standing steadily, his hands reached your shoulders, guiding you to wherever he wished.

It was quiet and tranquil, only faint sounds of crickets and rattling branches can be heard.

There is no way this is not the preserve.

Then, you felt a pair of hands move their way up to the back of your head, untying the blindfold.

Your eyes blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden light entering your pupil, which didn��t take too long due to the low light of the night. After a few seconds, the sight ahead of you sent chills down your spine.

“Beacon Hills,” you exclaimed. You were at the peak of the preserve, looking down at the town that you grew up in as if it was a miniature city made of legos. Dots of lights were scattered all over the town, each one representing the citizens of Beacon Hills. Viewing the town from a different perspective seems unreal, triggering a sense of nostalgia.

Beacon Hills is actually really beautiful when its supernatural occurrences are not trying to kill you.

“I love it, Stiles,” you beamed, still adoring the scenery. “Wait till you see the main attraction,” he stated, earning a confused look from you.

“Look up,” he said softly and you obliged.

What came into your vision totally struck you frozen. Stars decorating the night sky, hanging down like fairy lights brightening the darkness of the night.

“Hey! What are you doing out here? It’s pretty late. Isn’t tomorrow your first day in your new school?” Your older sister came out through the window in your room and sat beside you on top of the roof. “Yeah I know, Cass.”

“Is there something wrong?” Concern was evident in her voice. “It’s fine,” you sighed, hoping she would stop the questions since you had no idea how to answer them. “Come on Y/N, I know something is bothering you.”

“I know what the cancer is doing to you, Cass. I’m tired of mom and dad trying to hide it and pretend like everything is okay but it’s not!”

You’re losing it. You have known the inevitable. You have even thought about it countless nights, but saying them out loud makes it real. And the realization, it shatters you.

Tears were now on your cheeks, flowing like a river non-stop. You did not dare to look at your sister, afraid of confronting the defeated look on her face.

You feel her inched closer to you, wrapping one of her arms on your shoulder. “Okay, look up to the sky. Do you see the stars?” You tilt your head up, the star-filled sky came into your blurry sight.

“Remember how we used to look at the stars every night when we were little?” She said through her shaky voice filled with mixed emotions. You nodded your head, not being able to fully form a coherent word due to your current state.

“You’ve always said that one day you will become an astronaut, fly to space, and take the stars back to me since I love them so much,” she muttered in a bittersweet tone.

“I know it’s been hard for you, and I’m sorry that we have never brought it up to you. Mom and dad, they are both in pain too and they try to hide it. But yes, sooner or later, the day will come where we can’t escape the truth anymore.”

You finally mustered up enough courage to look over to your sister, moonlight illuminated her soft skin. She smiled up to the sky, sadness evident on her face. She did not cry, probably because she had no more tears left to shed.

“I can’t promise that everything is going to be okay.” She held your hand and stared at you, a hint of her sadness fading away.

“But one thing I can promise you is that I will always be with you. If you ever miss me, remember, you can always look up to the stars in the sky, and just imagine yourself sitting here right now, with me beside you.”

A heartbreaking smile was now on your face due to the sudden recollection of your memories with your sister. Noticing the shift in mood, Stiles moved closer to you. He brought his arm up to your shoulders, pulling your sides closer to his, in an attempt to give you some kind of comfort.

You didn’t speak a word and rest your head gently on his shoulders. Both of you were stargazing on top of Beacon Hills preserve in silence.

Time seems to stop for a moment. You are on top of the world, with your boyfriend right beside you, enjoying each other’s company. Yes, the thought of your sister saddened you, but at the same time, you have never felt more whole.

After a few minutes, Stiles decided to break the stillness engulfing the two of you.

“I know how much pressure and stress you have been under lately, especially since tomorrow we are officially seniors. I just thought that this might make you feel better, you know?”

Hearing his words, you broke into a sob. All the weight your body had been holding vanished in a matter of seconds.

What did I do to deserve Stiles Stilinski?

He swiftly pulled you into a warm hug, embracing you tightly. You rest your head on his chest, tears staining his white T-shirt. His steady heartbeat was music to your ears as he drew circles on your back, calming you down.

You pulled back, your palms now resting on his chest, staring into his intoxicating honey orbs. His features stood out even more under the soft light of the moon.

He brought both his hands up to your tear-stained cheeks, wiping some of them off. A warm, reassuring smile painted his face. “You look beautiful when you cry.” You chuckled in response. “Well, that’s one way to compliment a girl, Stilinski.”

“But hey, I got her right?”

“Yes, you do Stiles.”

He leaned into your face, his semi-chapped lips pressing onto your soft ones. You melt into his embrace, eyes fluttering close. Despite having to kiss him thousands of times already, your heart was still hammering loudly, butterflies going crazy in your stomach. The kiss was not needy or steamy, it was intimate and passionate. It was the type of kiss that’s full of love instead of desire.

You broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily.

“Thank you.” You looked up to him, giving him a small smile. “All for you, my love.” He returned with a cheeky grin.

“Okay, that’s a little cheesy, Stiles,” you snickered, unable to hold the giggles erupting from your lips. “Okay, yeah, I cringed too. Glad you brought it up.” He also chuckled with you, both of your laughter lit up the quiet night.