#like seeing all the comments asking to make them kiss

[sixeyesonathiel]

you ever draw someone so hard you ride them?

pairing — star player satoru x broke artist reader

synopsis : after months of being your muse, satoru finally flips the table and makes you his canvas—reverent, hungry, and utterly devoted. you spent weeks capturing his form; now he worships yours, whispering that you are the masterpiece.

wc — 3.5k tags — smut, fluff, university au, pining, finally touching, soft dom satoru, service top satoru, hand worship, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, slow burn payoff, first time, established relationship, emotional smut, he loves you so much it’s sick, you lets yourself be loved, gentle filth, satoru is down so bad it’s pathetic

a/n: yes. this is the smut for free throws & figure drawings. i couldn’t add smut in the original oneshot, but these two never left me alone, the part two which includes their life after college is still in the making!

eight months in.

that’s how long it takes before satoru touches you like this.

not because you weren’t ready. not because he wasn’t. but because he’s a golden-retriever-faced menace who waited—waited—until your need outweighed your pride. he could tell. he always could. and he never pushed, never asked, never made you feel cornered. just circled closer every day like gravity, like fate. one teasing comment at a time. one lazy smirk, one thigh brush, one perfectly timed stretch of his jersey in your face. every moment so casual. calculated. loving. he gave you time to breathe, time to bloom.

he made it a game. but not one he ever planned to win fast.

he’d kiss you slow in the halls, hand in your back pocket, mouth curling into your neck just to feel you twitch. he’d crawl into your bed after practice, shirtless, smelling like sweat and mint gum and expensive laundry detergent. he’d grin like a devil and mouth at your collarbone like he was innocent. always stopping short. always leaving you throbbing, breathless, caught between a gasp and a growl. and he’d laugh when you shoved him away, cheeks pink, thighs pressed tight, muttering something vicious under your breath. and then he'd say something stupid like, "it's cute when you fluster," as if you weren't already melting inside.

satoru gojo is shameless. but he’s also patient. reverent. completely and utterly yours.

he never tried to touch what you weren’t ready to give. not once. not even when you straddled his lap in the studio, thighs framing his hips while you adjusted the light for your latest sketch. not when you fell asleep with your hand in his shirt and your face in his throat. not when your breath hitched the first time he kissed the base of your spine, or when your hips unconsciously pressed against him during a late-night cuddle. he’d grin, yes. he’d tease. but he’d always stop. always wait. because he wanted you to feel safe. he wanted you to choose.

because he knows how much you overthink. how long you spent folding your love into corners, how tightly you hold your own body together, like it’s a project you haven’t quite finished. you’re an artist—your hands are your pride, your purpose. and he knows that too. better than anyone.

he fell in love with them first.

long before you ever let him in, he was already watching the way you curled your fingers when you thought, the way you rubbed your thumb over your pencil before sketching, the way paint smudged the edges of your knuckles like a secret only he was meant to see. he watches them like a man starved. kisses them when you let him. cradles them like they might shatter. memorizes the little freckle on your index finger and the groove of your palm. calls them magic. says they saved him.

"you know you could ruin me with these," he’ll murmur sometimes, his lips brushing the heel of your palm. "all that talent, all that precision, and you use them to paint me?" his smile is crooked. adoring. "no one's ever been so lucky."

and when you look away, flustered, pretending not to care, he kisses the dip of your wrist and whispers, "i’d let you wreck me. just say the word."

but he waits.

days turn to weeks, then months. your sketchbooks fill with him. you pretend they don’t. he pretends not to notice. he starts bringing snacks to your sessions, then full meals. makes you take breaks. kisses the stress from your forehead. lays his head in your lap and lets you draw in peace. he runs errands for you. he fixes your squeaky cabinet. he folds your laundry, badly. he doodles in your margins when you aren't looking and gets scolded every time.

he never asks for more.

and still, he waits.

until one night, you pull him into your bed.

not like usual. not with the intent to sleep. not with your body curled toward the wall and his arm tossed carelessly around your waist.

no. this time, you kiss him first.

this time, your mouth is open and soft and wanting, your hands sliding under his shirt like you’re memorizing the ridges of his stomach. and for one suspended breath, he freezes. just to make sure you mean it. his lashes flutter. his breath stills. his hand hovers above your thigh, waiting.

and you do.

because for once, you aren’t overthinking. you aren’t afraid. you want him. you trust him. more than you’ve ever trusted anyone.

and the moment your back hits the sheets, he’s all over you.

knees planted wide between your legs, hands everywhere, mouth hot and eager as it trails kisses down your body. his eyes are bright and ravenous, that blue burned down to smoke, lips already slick from the kisses he's stolen. his hands shake, just barely. like he can’t believe he’s allowed to touch. like he doesn’t want to ruin anything by rushing.

"took you long enough," he breathes, voice shot to hell as he watches you peel your shirt off. his gaze drags over your chest, reverent. like you’re light. like you’re art. like you’re his. something in him breaks a little, seeing you like this. bare. willing. glowing.

"you’re so annoying," you mutter, breathless, smiling despite yourself.

"mmhm," he hums, nuzzling against your neck. "but you’re still letting me fuck you. can’t be that bad."

your glare doesn’t land. not when he’s pressing you into the mattress, nosing at your jaw, whispering, “been dreaming about this. you, under me, making all those noises you try so hard to hold in.”

he kisses your hands first. of course he does. each finger, with reverence. your palm, with warmth. your wrist, with devotion. he presses them to his chest like they’re sacred. says something about how they’ve built whole worlds. says he wants to earn every touch.

he doesn't just want you.

he cherishes you.

and fuck, you are noisy.

it drives him insane.

satoru hears it before his mouth even touches you. that soft, hitched breath when his hands slide beneath your thighs, calloused fingertips dragging slow and reverent like he wants to learn the shape of your tremble. the little gasp you try to swallow when he kisses the sensitive skin above your knee, letting his lips linger there too long, humming softly as if he's savoring something decadent. the sound that breaks from your throat when his thumb barely brushes over your folds and finds you soaked — it has him swearing under his breath, jaw going tight, shoulders tensing as though he’s barely keeping himself leashed.

his groan is guttural, lodged deep in his chest, like it takes effort to keep himself from diving in right then. his eyes are hooded, lashes clinging to sweat-slick skin, pupils blown wide beneath strands of silver hair that stick to his damp temple. his mouth is parted, a bead of spit catching on his bottom lip—already pink from where he's been biting it raw. his expression flickers, moment to moment: awe, hunger, something like devotion. he looks like a man seconds from prayer and sin all at once.

“mm,” he hums low, dragging a knuckle through your slick. his thumb ghosts over your clit but doesn’t linger yet. “you always get this messy when i just look at you?”

your thighs twitch. your jaw clenches. your hands fist into the sheets, trying not to give him the satisfaction. but your eyes flutter half-shut and your lips part around a breath that catches anyway.

“don’t narrate it,” you mumble, voice shaking, already unraveling.

he laughs into your skin, hot breath ghosting over the inside of your thigh, and his grin is all teeth and mischief.

“can’t help it,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth lower. “you’re too fuckin’ cute when you try to be mad at me.”

his palms slide behind your thighs, thumbs smoothing over your skin as he eases you apart, spreading you open like you’re something sacred—his. the air hits your wetness and your body jerks, but he’s already lowering himself, settling between your legs like it’s his home.

his eyes roam every inch of you before he even touches. he stares, quiet for once, like he wants to memorize the way you look right now, how flushed you are, how your chest rises with shaky breath.

“shit,” he whispers, licking his lips. “you’re unreal.”

you breathe his name again, soft, tentative. he glances up, and when your eyes meet, his smile softens into something molten.

“shhh,” he says, lips brushing your skin. “just lemme taste you, baby. wanna make you feel good.”

and then he devours you.

no teasing. no hesitance. just tongue, mouth, hunger.

he groans like he’s been starved, like every inch of his body is aching to have this. he buries his mouth in you and licks like he’s drowning and the only thing keeping him breathing is you. his tongue is hot and slow at first, dragging between your folds, mapping out every part of you. and then deeper, messier, hungrier.

his nose nudges the crease of your thigh and he exhales sharply through it, groaning as his tongue circles your clit and flicks just right. your hips jump and he grins, lips curved against your skin.

when you moan, broken and high-pitched, his lashes flutter and his eyes roll back, like the sound of you is enough to undo him. he tightens his grip on your thighs, keeping you still while he feasts. you feel his jaw flex, the sharp edge of his cheekbone brushing your thigh with every movement.

he pulls back just a moment, lips slick, breath ragged, eyes glazed.

“you make the prettiest sounds,” he breathes, voice thick, reverent. “c'mon, don’t hide them from me. wanna hear everything.”

his tongue returns, more focused now, lapping and sucking in rhythm. you twitch beneath him, thighs clenching, and he lets out a low, gravelly noise of satisfaction. his lashes flutter again, mouth working hungrily, jaw moving with purpose.

“mmm,” he hums against you, smirking. “tastes better than any fuckin’ sweet i’ve had. should’ve done this sooner.”

your hand flies to his hair, tugging without thinking, and he groans loud—vibrating straight through you. his shoulders shudder, like he wants to grind himself into the mattress just from your sounds alone.

“fuck,” he breathes, and the tip of his nose bumps your clit again as he speaks. “pull harder. make a mess of me.”

then—without warning, without mercy—he sinks two fingers inside you.

thick. slow. deep. curling like he knows exactly where you need him.

your back bows. your breath stutters. your body arches up into him, and you make a sound he’s never heard from you before—wrecked and raw. his free hand anchors you down, palm spread flat against your stomach like he’s holding you to the earth.

“look at you,” he groans, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “so fuckin’ tight. like you’re made to take me.”

his fingers work a slow, maddening rhythm inside you, knuckles dragging firm as his tongue flicks your clit in sync. the room is too hot. your vision swims. your thighs shake beneath his mouth.

he watches every twitch, every breath you catch, every expression you can’t hide. he looks wrecked—hair damp and curling against his temples, lips swollen and slick, jaw sharp with tension.

he pants against your cunt, voice breaking.

“close,” he murmurs. “i know. i can feel it. fuck, baby, gimme it. let me have all of it.”

you shatter.

legs trembling, voice cracking. your orgasm crashes through you like thunder, loud and bright and soaked, and he moans into it—desperate and unfiltered, mouth still moving, tongue still pressing through every wave. your body jolts with every aftershock, thighs shaking around his head, hands twitching against his shoulders. your fingers go slack in his hair, your voice frayed.

his fingers don’t leave you. they ease, slow, coaxing every tremor from your body with tenderness. his mouth lingers, placing soft kisses now, like he’s trying to soothe you through the comedown.

your hands push weakly at his shoulders, breathless, spent.

and he loves it.

he finally lifts his head, breath warm against your thigh, chest heaving like he just ran through a storm and found peace in you. his pupils are blown wide, nearly eclipsing the soft blue, hair disheveled and damp with sweat, strands sticking to his flushed forehead. his lips glisten, raw and parted, breath shaky as though your taste alone stole every last thread of his composure. his tongue drags across his lower lip slowly, like he’s still savoring the flavor of you, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smug, breathless grin.

he looks wrecked. and radiant. wild with need and dripping with adoration.

“you okay?”

you nod, barely. dazed. lips swollen, eyes glassy, pupils unfocused. your lashes flutter as he kisses up your body—delicate presses, reverent, like each inch of skin is something sacred, like he’s anchoring himself in the world by mapping every place he’s made you feel good. he doesn’t speak at first. just hums, low and satisfied, murmuring quiet praises into your skin like they’re instinct. like worship.

his mouth finds yours again, and he kisses you deep—wet and warm, a slow press that melts into something messier. he lets you taste yourself on his tongue, groaning into your mouth as your hips roll against him without meaning to. when you whimper, he exhales through his nose, kissing you deeper, his fingers slipping beneath your thighs to anchor you down.

“mm,” he exhales, voice syrup-thick as he shifts beneath you. “not done.”

his hands settle at your hips, palms steady, guiding you effortlessly into his lap like you’re weightless. your back meets his chest with a slick press, your sweat-slicked skin sliding against his. his arms coil around your waist, strong and grounding. his chest rises and falls behind you, a little too fast, like he’s barely managing to keep himself from dragging you under.

the mirror is in front of you.

angled just right. angled perfectly. and god, he made sure of that.

his cock, flushed dark and twitching, slides between your folds as he shifts his hips beneath you, letting the tip nudge against your clit before gliding through your slick. the friction alone makes your head tip back, a choked sound escaping you.

he watches your reaction in the mirror, that infuriating smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. you feel it—his amusement, his awe.

“look at that,” he purrs, voice heavy with affection and mischief. “haven’t even put it in yet, and you’re already fallin’ apart on me.”

he kisses the side of your head, nose brushing your temple.

“breathe, baby.”

his fingers dip down again, slow, teasing circles over your clit. featherlight, just enough to make your stomach tighten. your head tips back, body twitching in his lap. your nails scratch lightly down his arms, the only defense you can muster.

then—

he pushes in.

inch by inch.

thick, stretching you open like it’s the first time. because it is.

your breath shatters. your whole body jolts, hands flying to his forearms. your nails dig deep. your thighs strain to close, but his arms hold you open. you gasp—a helpless, breathy thing that breaks before it ever becomes a word.

“shh,” he coos, voice gentler now, lips grazing your ear. “s’okay. i got you. just breathe. you’re takin’ me so good already.”

he groans—low, shaky. your walls flutter around him with every inch he sinks in, the stretch making your whole body shiver. his hand doesn’t leave your clit, rubbing slow, steady circles to ease the burn.

“fuck,” he moans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “you’re squeezin’ me like a vice. gonna make me lose it before i even move.”

you try to speak, to say something biting—but the words collapse into a soft, keening sound as he bottoms out.

his hand finds your chin and tilts it forward.

“nuh-uh,” he murmurs. “don’t look away. wanna see how fuckin’ pretty you look like this.”

your eyes drag open, hazy and wet, and meet the mirror.

you barely recognize yourself—flushed and shining, lips parted in a stunned gasp, your skin glowing with sweat. your brows are drawn, mouth twitching as your walls flutter around the thick weight of him inside you.

he starts to move.

slow. dragging. deliberate.

your breath stutters. your knees twitch, thighs trembling.

“that’s it,” he hums, breath hot on your neck. “just like that. god, you’re makin’ the cutest faces. y’know that? fuckin’ adorable. you sure you’re not the one obsessed with me?”

he rolls his hips deeper. you cry out, barely a sound, just air and heat. your hands tremble where they grip his thighs, too overwhelmed to speak.

“what’s that? no smart little comment now?” he teases, kissing your shoulder, his voice drenched in adoration. “thought you were tough, angel.”

he grinds up into you again. your mouth falls open.

a whimper.

a moan.

and nothing else.

he laughs. delighted. wrecked.

“knew it,” he whispers. “knew i’d turn that sharp mouth of yours to mush.”

his thrusts quicken. deepen. his arms wrap tighter around your waist, locking you in place as he fucks up into you, smooth and controlled. the mirror shows everything. your body bouncing with every roll of his hips, his cock splitting you open again and again, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he moves.

“look at you, baby,” he growls, picking up the pace. “fuck—how’re you this gorgeous and still act like i’m the muse?”

his voice cracks with it. because you are—your expression undone, jaw slack, eyes lidded and wet. your thighs tremble with each thrust, every sound that escapes you more broken than the last.

“don’t hide from me,” he pants, breath sharp and quick. “keep watching. wanna see the exact moment you fall apart.”

you try.

but your eyes blur. your vision swims. your body rocks helplessly in his lap.

your orgasm coils tight in your belly, sharp and violent.

“satoru—please—i’m—”

“that’s it,” he whispers, mouth brushing your ear. “let go. let me feel you, baby. wanna watch you fall apart all over my cock.”

you break. again.

your body collapses against him, your scream breathless, voice cracking. every muscle pulls taut, trembling. your walls clench hard around him, and he groans—deep, raw, as he fucks you through it, chasing his own edge.

“that’s it. fuck, that’s it—”

he spills into you with a strangled cry, hips jerking, cock twitching deep inside, thick and so much it spills out around the edges. his arms crush you to him. he moans again, low and broken, like he doesn’t know how else to react. he doesn’t thrust again. just stays buried. trembling. like finishing inside you knocked every last thought out of his head.

his arms wrap around you like he’s trying to anchor himself—like if he loosens his grip, he might float away. his palm is pressed flat against your belly, grounding you, fingers twitching like they still don’t know how to stop touching. his forehead rests against your shoulder, breath ragged and warm, strands of hair clinging to the sweat-damp skin of his temple.

your bodies breathe in tandem. chest to back, sticky with sweat and afterglow. his cock twitches again inside you—a slow, pulsing aftershock—and you feel the lazy, inevitable trickle of his release starting to slip out around him. your thighs twitch. your toes curl. your reflection in the mirror shifts, barely perceptible, trembling like the rest of you.

“you okay?” he murmurs, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.

“no thanks to you,” you mumble, your voice thick and flat with exhaustion. it lacks the bite you were aiming for.

he laughs—quiet and hoarse—and kisses your jaw. “so mean,” he croons, nuzzling against your cheek. “and here i was, giving you the best night of your life.”

“shut up,” you whisper. your eyes are half-lidded, unfocused. “i can’t even feel my knees.”

“that’s a good thing,” he says, smug now. “means i did it right.”

you groan, shifting just enough to smack his thigh with the back of your hand, weakly. “you’re insufferable.”

“you love it,” he replies, kissing your temple. he still sounds dazed, too satisfied to be cocky for real. “gonna run you a bath soon. hot. lavender oil. bubbles.”

“don’t make promises you’re too tired to keep.”

he exhales a breathy laugh, the sound low and melted. his hand trails up your stomach, then down again, soothing, thoughtless. his thumb traces just beneath the curve of your ribs.

“give me five minutes,” he murmurs. “then i’ll carry you. princess treatment.”

“mm. better.”

he adjusts his hold on you slightly, only so he can tuck his nose into the crook of your neck, exhale slow and deep like he’s trying to memorize the way you smell like skin and sweat and everything he just did to you.

“but not yet,” he says, the words nearly lost in your skin. “just let me stay like this. hold you a little longer.”

and he does. he stays wrapped around you like he was carved to fit there.

like if he lets go, the world might stop.

a/n : i missed writing them—missed how individual they are, and how their chemistry feels like a natural consequence of who they are, not just the romance. free throws & figure drawings is still the piece i’m proudest of, and this feels like a little love letter to that <3 also: i toned down the explicitness in this one—not because they aren’t filthy, but because i really wanted to center the intimacy over the porn teehee :3

[jinjoohaa]

JJK men when you tell them to sleep on the couch

CW: Suggestive content, sexual innuendos,possessive/filthy dialogue, mild degradation, brat-taming themes. Minors dni.

✷ Gojo Satoru

Starts whining immediately. “Whaaat? Why, baby? Tell me—what did I do?”

You ignore him, and he trails behind you like a kicked puppy. Then comes the switch. Suddenly he’s throwing himself onto the bed, arm over his eyes like he’s in a tragic romance. “Y’mean it? You really gon’ make me sleep cold and lonely… without even suckin’ on your tits first?”

He props himself up, messy hair, smirking now. “You know I can’t sleep without your thighs around my head, baby. Don’t do me like this.”

Starts listing all the filthy things he’d do if you let him stay—“I’ll eat it till you can’t remember why you were mad. I’ll be a good boy, promise. Wanna fall asleep with my face right here—” pats your inner thigh.

By the end of it, he’s wrapped around you like an octopus under the blanket, cocky grin against your neck. “See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

✷ Toji Fushiguro

“…Huh?” He deadpans. “The couch? For what?”

You mention him being late, and he scoffs. “Tch. That’s what you’re mad about?”

When you say it again, firmer this time, he runs a hand through his hair and stalks toward you. “You wanna punish me, that it? Make me sleep alone after a long fuckin’ day?”

You cross your arms. He grabs your waist, yanks you close. “Nah. Not happening, sweetheart.”

He leans down, voice rough. “I’ll fuck the attitude outta you, then you’ll beg me to stay. That sound better?”

You shove at his chest but he just chuckles. “I’ll be better. Sorry, mama. But I’m sleepin’ right here—with my hand between your thighs, like always.”

✷ Kento Nanami

“…Did I do something wrong?” His brow furrows immediately. “If I hurt you, even unintentionally, I’d like to understand it so I can make it right.”

He stands still, serious and calm, hands tucked in his pockets. “If it would help you feel better, I’ll take the couch. But I’d prefer to sleep next to you. I like holding you. It helps me rest.”

You feel bad now, obviously. He sees it in your face and adds softly, “But I understand if you need space.”

You melt. “I was just messing with you, Kento. You can sleep in the bed. I love you.”

He kisses your forehead like he knew it all along. “I love you too. Now come here.”

✷ Suguru Geto

He raises an eyebrow, lounging in the doorway with a lazy smirk. “You sure about that, princess?”

You cross your arms. “Yup. Couch.”

He tsks, steps forward, brushes your hair back with annoyingly gentle fingers. “That’s cruel. You really want me tossing and turning all night without my pretty girl in my arms?”

You try to keep a straight face. He leans in closer, lips brushing your ear. “Besides… you talk in your sleep, y’know? Say the filthiest things. Who’ll keep you warm if I’m not there to help?”

You stammer. He laughs softly, wraps an arm around your waist. “Thought so. Now be good and scoot over.”

✷ Ryomen Sukuna

Scoffs. “The fuck do you mean, sleep on the couch?”

You glare at him. He glares back harder. “I’m not sleeping on any goddamn couch. If you’ve got a problem, woman, say it to my face.”

You tell him you’re mad. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. “You get mad at stupid shit. Tch.”

But then—he’s in front of you. “You want space? Fine. But don’t come crawling back at 2 a.m. whining that you can’t sleep without me.”

Starts walking away… then turns, smug as hell. “Bet your pussy misses me more than your mouth does.”

You gasp. He grins. “Thought so.”

Sleeps in bed anyway. Doesn’t ask again.

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[qinche-cvmslvt]

That time of the Month

Content Warning: Period intimacy, NSFW, SMUT. Gentle Sylus. One shot, oral 🤭 First Person POV

A/N: Honestly, been having a bit of writers block for Professor Sylus in Forbidden so I decided to get this out of my head. I blame the movie Saltburn for making me write this lmao.

It started off as a joke. Well…perhaps curiosity more than a joke. See, when we first started dating and things between us got heated but I was on my period, Sylus would say “now’s not the time.”

But now? After a year of being together he’s made comments like “It doesn’t matter when.” Or “I’ll do anything, as long as I have your consent.” Which honestly? So fucking hot. I gave him a very enthusiastic blow job that day.

I know Sylus speaks his mind. Very straight forward and to the point but I just really wanted to test him this time around. And boy… I’m currently in a state of extreme horniness and embarrassment.

“Sy… we’re gonna dirty the towel.”

He chuckles as he gently pushes me back down on to the mattress, god he looks so good with the top buttons of his shirt undone.

“I don’t care about the towel Kitten, besides,” he buries his face in the crook of my neck. Inhaling my scent like I’m the finest meal on the planet. He places soft kisses up my neck, his tongue tasting my skin. “I know how to get blood stains out of clothing.”

God. Fuck. Damn it. This man. I try to speak but all that comes out are a series of whimpers and heavy breathing. His large hands slide up my body until he finds my breasts. Fuck I feel so small under him. His thumb gently rubs over my sensitive nipple. The material of my shirt adding a delicious sensation.

“Sy… I’m on my first day.. it’s the heaviest.” I finally manage to speak.

Sylus stills then pulls back to look at me. His cheeks are flushed, pupils blown so wide I can barely see the crimson in them and god. His fucking bulge in his pants. Massive. Mouthwatering.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks softly. Fuck, I love it when that deep voice of his gets soft.

I prop myself up on my elbows, I can feel my cheeks flush as I look down.

“It’s not that… I just…” my voice trails off. I want to keep going. God I do. Sylus gently grabs my chin and tilts my face back to look at him. He closes the distance between us and kisses me softly.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Sweetie.” He murmurs softly against my lips. “Let me show you how much I don’t mind.”

The kiss deepens, my mouth parts for him and his tongue slides past my lips. I whimper when I taste him. The way he’s so gentle and dominating makes me dizzy every time. My fingers curl into his shirt collar, desperate to ground myself to him. Sylus groans softly before breaking the kiss and trailing his mouth and teeth along my jaw and back down my neck. I tilt my head to the side, offering more of myself to him and he groans again. He loves the way my body submits to him, how I always submit to him. He nibbles along my collarbone as his hands slide down my body. He stops at my hips and fists my skirt. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathes out as his head goes lower again. Between my breasts, inhaling, nuzzling. He bites and kisses the swell of my breasts and it makes me moan and arch into him. “Just like that Kitten.” His hands grip my thighs, coaxing my legs apart underneath him before sliding up slowly, making my skirt bunch up around my waist.

“Ah… Sy…” I whimper.

He exhales a long breath before coming up to my face again, kissing me harder this time. “It’s okay.” He gently nibbles my lower lip. “We aren’t doing anything bad.”

I whimper against his mouth when I feel his fingers curl into the material of my underwear and god help me, I lift my hips making it easier for him. He chuckles before deepening the kiss. “Good girl.”

He peels my underwear down my legs, uncaring of the bloodied pad stuck to them. Once he tosses my underwear somewhere in the room his hands return to my hips, holding me securely. He kisses me deeply one more time before pulling back, just a hairbreadths away. “Do you trust me?” He breathes out.

I look at him, my eyes glassy and I nod. He smirks that devastating smirk. “Use your words Kitten.”

Fuck that’s so hot.

“Yes.” I whisper.

Something flickers in his eyes. Something almost dangerous and it makes my heart rate spike higher than it already is.

“Good.”

He starts kissing down my body again and once I realise he’s not just stopping at my breasts I try to press my thighs together. “Sy—“

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” He stops my legs from closing with his large hands and looks up at me. Fucking devious.

“Kitten.”

My heart is thundering in my chest, like there’s an animal in a cage fighting against the bars for freedom.

I gasp as Sylus kisses my inner thigh while keeping eye contact with me.

I feel his thumbs brush down my folds, soft and teasing, his mouth moving higher up my thigh.

“You are perfect, every single day Kitten.” Another kiss, another brush of his thumbs. “And I’m honoured to be the man to worship you. Especially on days like this.”

He looks up at me again, waiting, while my heart feels like it’s going to explode. My eyes are glassy again because no one, NO ONE, has ever made me feel like this. I reach down, sliding my fingers through his soft silver hair and I nod. “Yes Sy…” my voice is barely a fucking whisper but it’s enough for Sylus. He groans again before leaning in. A gasp and something just short of a moan escapes my throat when I feel his tongue swipe up through my folds. My fingers tightening in his hair. I can hear him breathing heavier, his thumbs continue to massage while his tongue flicks over my clit. A mixture of fast measured strokes and slow licks.

“Fuck… Sy…” I whimper, my hips squirming but he uses his strength to keep me still. One of his long fingers slide into my slick entrance and it eases the intense sensation I feel around my clit. I moan again louder this time.

Sylus groans too. Slowly pumping his finger inside me as he continues to devour me. “Fuck Kitten…” he exhales against my cunt before burying his face again, eating me out with an enthusiasm that makes me throw my head back against the pillows and my body twist and arch. My high pitched moans echo off the walls in the bedroom. He adds a second finger, curling, stretching, preparing me. It’s wet, slick, absolutely feral and obscene and Sylus fucking loves it.

“Fuck..! Sy!” My toes curl, my body burns hot as I feel myself getting so close to the edge.

“Let go Sweetie.” He breathes heavily in between his licks and sucks. “I’ve got you.”

And fuck! That’s all I need. My body trembles, my legs shake around his head. My hands fisting in his hair, tugging hard and I hear him groan against me.

“Sylus!” I moan his name as my orgasm crashes over me. Sylus licks and fingers me through it. Wringing me out for all I have.

“Fuck that’s it. Good girl.” I vaguely hear his praise over the sound of my rapid heart beat and heavy breathing.

I collapse back against the mattress panting and absolutely wrecked. I almost whimper as I feel Sylus’ fingers ease out of me.

Suddenly, I feel shame and embarrassment and I hide my face behind my hands.

Sylus wipes his hands and face on the towel before I feel him coming up my body, gently grabbing my wrists to pry my hands away from my face.

“Sweetie.” He says softly. I keep my eyes closed, a few tears escape anyway and I feel his large warm hands cupping my face. “Hey.” His thumbs brushes away the tears. “Look at me.”

I swallow hard before opening my eyes, my vision watery but I can still see him. Can still see the tinge of red on his lips, cheeks and chin. But Sylus looks at me like I’m the most precious thing on the planet. He kisses the tip of my nose gently, and then my cheek. “Thank you.” He says softly as he rests his forehead to mine and I can’t help the tears burning down my cheeks. But I’m not sad or ashamed anymore. Overwhelmed, yes. But more than that. I feel loved, cherished and safe.

[coldfanbou]

One off the Bucket List

Silly little smut of these two to conclude Eunha week.

Length 2.1K

Natty X Mreader X Eunha

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Eunha asked, a little unsure about going through the experience.

“100%. It’s something off both of our bucket lists.” Natty replied, the taller woman being a little more self-confident about the entire event. Eunha nodded along. Not convinced that she’d go all the way, Natty grabs the shorter woman’s hand. “This is going to be so much fun! Just think it’ll be a good experience for both of us.” Natty said with a carefree smile. She swung their hands side to side, as she imagined what would happen in the night. “Are you sure you want to?” Natty asked the older woman in her teasing tone. 

Eunha took it as a challenge, a challenge that the older woman wasn’t comfortable lying with her. Whether it was because Eunha thought she would be upstaged, or she was too old, was for Eunha to think of, and she thought about it in terms of age. Eunha thought she was a bit too old to be in a threesome with a younger woman, especially one like Natty who would ravage her partners. Never mind that the age difference between the two women was just five years; it was a worry that she still had. “I want to,” Eunha chirped, not willing to back down. 

“Okay! Then let’s strip down, he’ll be here soon.” Natty said, no hesitation in her voice. Eunha was taken aback at the younger woman’s willingness to strip down in front of her. She watched as Natty, took off her top, revealing her heavy tits. She stared at the enormous mounds, drawing Natty’s attention. “Do you want to touch them, Unnie?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Eunha responds quietly. Natty smiles and pushes her chest out, letting the older woman grab at her breasts. Eunha lifts them, slightly surprised at their weight, before squeezing them gently. “Wow, these are so nice.” 

“Unnie, take off your clothes, I want to see your boobs.” Natty whines. Eunha nods her head hesitantly and lets go of the younger woman’s breasts. She raises her shirt over her head, her comparatively smaller breasts now free. Natty reaches forward and squeezes on in her hand, making Eunha gasp. “They’re so soft, Unnie.” She chirps, happily squeezing and shaking Eunha’s tit, watching it jiggle. 

“L-let’s finish stripping down.” Eunha murmurs, wanting to get back to the task at hand. 

“Ah, right.” Natty slips her hands under her skirt, dropping it with ease as Eunha does the same. Before Natty can make any comment, there’s a knock on the door. Natty goes to answer it, unafraid of someone seeing her. “Ah! You’re here!” She says, dragging you into the hotel room. Eunha immediately covers herself up out of instinct. “He’s here, Unnie!” Natty shouts, her hands scrambling to get rid of your clothing. 

You’re caught off guard by her actions, but let it happen; some customers just couldn’t wait to start.  “Let’s start with her,” Natty whispers into your ear as she gets your shirt off. 

Once your pants were down, you made the first move, going toward the older woman, you kissed her suddenly and placed your hand on the small of her back. Your other hand moves along her side until you reach her chest. Gently, you push her back onto the hotel’s bed. 

Eunha craned her neck and moaned as you grabbed at her modest mounds, your hand gripping them tightly as you pressed your lips to her neck. The older woman forced her eyes shut. She never expected to be the center of attention in this threesome. While you attacked her upper body, Natty was focused on the lower half. “Unnie, you have such a pretty pussy!,” She chirped, Natty’s hand moving along her clean-shaven slit. Eunha whimpered; the pleasure was filling her body. The vulgar words Natty was saying about her body aroused her further. Eunha’s whimpers became louder as she felt Natty’s warm tongue move up her slit, her small tongue flicking Eunha’s clit. 

It sent a shock through the older woman’s body, and a full-bodied moan escaped her lips. “Is this your first time being eaten out?” Natty teased, her moving a slick finger between Eunha’s puffy lips as she waited for her to answer. 

Eunha nodded, “Yes,” 

“That’s two firsts I’m taking then!” Natty said in her cheerful tone before diving back into the older woman’s cunt. Natty didn’t even bother teasing the older woman; she pushed her tongue inside Eunha. 

Eunha squirmed, struggling with the pleasure she felt. She could feel Natty’s tongue move around inside her, while the younger woman held down her legs. Natty’s tongue slithered deep inside her before popping back to the surface, where she would kiss her lips before diving back in. “You’re so tasty, Unnie,” Natty giggled, I could do this all the time. Eunha’s legs tightened in Natty’s arms in response, “I think someone likes that idea.”

“Ah, no,” Eunha whined, unable to argue further as you steal a kiss from her. She moaned into your kiss, they were becoming louder and coming faster as you teased her nipples, your fingers moving back and forth over them quickly. The older woman wasn’t going to hold it together much longer; she could feel her core tightening. Each wave of pleasure that crashed over her was climbing the walls she had around her, threatening to spill out. 

“Cum for us,” you whisper into her ear, smiling as you kiss her cheek and trail your kisses to her chest. She can feel your hot breath on her nipple just before you attach yourself to it. You suck on her tit while your tongue circles her nipple. Eunha whines as she gets pushed over the edge, the stimulation overcoming her; she cries out, her nectar splashing onto Natty’s face. The young woman laps at Eunha’s cunt, coating her tongue in the tangy nectar until Eunha finished cumming. 

Natty pulled back and crawled over the older woman, as you move aside. She pressed her lips against Eunha’s and pushed her tongue inside, exploring her mouth. Eunha accepted the younger woman’s tongue, letting her do as she wished while she tried to catch her breath from the intense orgasm. 

You don’t give her long to rest, though, moving down to her lower half. You rub your cock against Eunha’s sensitive slit, rubbing the tip back and forth between her lips. Eunha begins to whine into Natty’s kiss, squirming under the young woman. “You’ll get your turn first, then I’ll go,” Natty whispers to her, smiling as she plants another kiss on Eunha’s lips. You smile at Natty, playfully smacking her ass. She turns her head and gives you a wink, “We’ll get our turn soon enough.” 

“Just don’t forget about me.” You tell her, before pushing your hips forward. Eunha moans softly as your cock moves into her, spreading her walls apart. You groan from the tightness, Eunha’s walls hold you tightly, rubbing the head of your cock as you push deeper into her cunt. Her warm and slick walls massage you as you pump in and out of Eunha. You push yourself deeper into Eunha, wanting to feel her wrapped around you. 

While you thrust into the older woman, Natty takes her chance to sweet-talk her. Climbing off Eunha’s chest, she lies beside the older woman, stroking her hair and kissing her. “You're so pretty, Eunha. You look like a doll.” The younger woman moved her hand over Eunha's chest, squeezing one of her mounds softly. “You’re a really pretty doll,” she repeats, listening to Eunha moan. You felt Eunha’s velvety walls tighten around you as you thrust. 

You groan, the older woman’s body felt wonderful in your hand s and around your cock. Your grip tightens around Eunha’s waist, your fingers digging into her soft skin. Eunha cries out and wraps her legs around your pushing you deeper into her cunt. Pleasure was overwhelming her, she was getting closer to cumming. All it took to push Eunha over the edge was Natty snaking her hand down her stomach and rubbing her clit. The act made Eunha’s hips buck, and a kiss drowned out the older woman’s moan. She came hard, her nectar splashing onto your cock, and her body twitching as Natty continued to tease her clit.

When her orgasm ended, Eunha’s hips hit the bed again. Natty smiled at the older woman, “That must’ve felt really good.” Natty climbed over the older woman, raising her ass to the sky, her big tits rubbing against Eunha’s modest chest. “It’s my turn now.” The younger woman looks over her shoulder, “Fuck me good,” she giggles.

You pull out of Eunha and push your cock into Natty’s  cunt.  You both moan loudly as you move deeper into Natty’s pussy. Her wall squeezed you well. Natty worked her muscles tightening and relaxing around your cock as you went deeper. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She said with all the pride in the world. Your groan of pleasure was enough for Natty; she didn’t need the praise. She was happy enough with your hands on her hips pulling her back onto your cock. From under the younger woman, Eunha watched the pleasure on Natty’s face, thinking to herself how she must’ve looked like that a moment ago.

Wanting to return the favor to the younger woman, she grabbed one of Natty’s heavy tits and put it into her mouth. Natty gasped as she felt Eunha’s tongue swirling around her nipple. The gentle suction from the older woman was a pleasant surprise. Natty pushed out her chest, letting Eunha do as she wished. Natty cooed as the two sources of pleasure filled her body. Every time your thrust your cock into her cunt she began to moaned louder, you shifted your hand to Natty’s ass, gripping the soft piece of flesh tightly. It made the younger woman moan louder. The clap of your bodies smacking against each other filled the room as Natty’s voice became hoarse. Eunha’s continued sucking on Natty’s tits ramped up as she gently bit the younger woman’s nipples.

The pain shot through Natty; she cried out one more time. Her body was reaching its limit. With your cock ramming into her like a piston, she was about to blow.  Eunha leaned up, getting by the younger woman’s ear, her fingers pinching one of Natty’s nipples. “Cum for us,” the older woman whispered into her ear, twisting the hard nub at the same time. Natty pushes her ass against you, her body shaking as she nears her climax.

You hold onto her tightly, thrusting in and out of her as quick as you can, her slick walls barely holding you as drive your cock deep into her. Natty cums before you do, her whines filling the room. You turn the young woman onto her back and stroke your cock quickly. It throbs quickly as you're about to explode. The women press their faces together, sticking their tongues out and closing their eyes as you cum. 

The thick ropes of semen paint their faces, splattering across their cheeks and tongue. They women can’t help but giggle as warm cum splashes on their faces. They open their eyes once your orgasm ends, and they look up at you, smiling together. Natty is the first to turn her head, smiling at Eunha. She uses her finger to scoop some of your cum from the older woman’s face, eating it hungrily. Eunha mimics Natty’s actions and mannerisms, making both women laugh. You watch the women clean each other, their faces soon clean of your semen. “So, how was it?” 

Eunha blushes as she considers her response. “It felt really good, but it wasn’t fair of you guys to team up on me!” She whines, a smile plastered on her face. “I thought we were going to team up on him!” She continues, shoving the younger woman.

Natty laughs, “I wanted you to feel good, Unnie! Didn’t it feel good?”

Eunha puffs her cheeks out, “It felt a little good.” You and Natty break into a laugh; the older woman's not admitting how good it felt is funny to the two of you.

“So, you’re saying you don’t want to do it again?”

“I-well, I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Eunha responds, a little more embarrassed to be saying it out loud. You and Natty laugh again, each of you placing a hand on her thighs. 

“I’ll take the lead, Unnie,” Natty says, pressing her lips against Eunha’s as the second round of the night starts.

[rafeslvbug]

please do a military!rafe oneshot inspired by this tik tok pleaseeee!!!

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTjX1kL99/

“okay rafe you ready?” you asked, hand on the bonnet of your car, prepared to sprint down the road.

you had been scrolling on tiktok for too long yesterday, when you saw this trend : a foot pursuit challenge.

and who better to do that with than your military husband?

well, rafe thought of a few people when you raised the idea to him, making a few comments on how unfair it would be, and how dumb it all was.

but here he was.

sitting in the car, tapping his fingers against the wheel, rafe nodded, “ready when you are, baby.”

the camera was already set up and as per rafe’s orders, you didn’t give a countdown - just to make things harder for him, he said. instead, you shot down the road, years of pilates and yoga finally paying off with the speed you managed to acquire during the run.

you heard the slam of the car door as rafe jumped out, his heavy footsteps chasing after you. sparing a look over your shoulder, you saw him fast approaching, his face the picture of calm like he wasn’t even running full speed to get this close to you.

before you knew it, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you into the air, spinning you around and settling you to face him. “got ya,” he grunted, before a smile spread across his face.

“that was cute, baby, tryna outrun me,” he teased, pinching your cheek with two rough fingers.

“cute? i was runnin’ for my life there!” you gasp, hands on your hips as you steady your breathing.

rafe lets out a laugh, deep as he pulls you closer, tilting your head up to him. “well then bug, we gotta teach you to run a little faster, that was good but in real life..” he tuts, causing you to frown.

“well not everyone runs like you! i doubt i’m the problem,” you huff, pouting until he presses his lips to yours, forcing it away with a heavy kiss.

“so i’m not like other men, is what you’re saying,” he mumbles, pulling away with a smirk tugging at his lips.

“oh shut it, rafe,” you mutter, as he tucks you under his arm and leads you back towards the house.

“watch it, baby, other men would let that slide, but as we’ve established..” he drawls, turning his head to speak into your ear, nose brushing against your hair and causing you to chuckle.

hit with a sudden realisation, you stop. “wait- rafe my phone,” you say, turning to go back to the car where you set it up, only for rafe to pluck it out of his pocket.

“right here.”

“oh thank-“ you frown, not finding the video in your drafts. “rafe did you-“

“delete it? yes. all sorts of fuckin’ spies around here baby, can’t let ‘em see the road we live on, that’s a rookie mistake.”

“rafe!” you complain, giving him a look. “there’s no spies here!”

“that’s what they want you to think, bug, our neighbours are prolly spies, don’t be givin’ them any more of your brownies an’ shit, ‘kay?”

“okay,” you grumble, letting him ruffle your hair.

“atta girl.”

[lostinlovingrevery]

hi van♥️ for the blurb reqs: logan making biscuits on reader's belly like a cat. maybe he bite. 🥺 (i want him to do this to me)

Baker

He's working overtime at the biscuit making factory

A/N: Sagi, it's like you read my mind. ^ those hands need to be on my belly right now. Also, I think Logan gets zoomies.

Warnings: Fluff, logan squishes belly, logan NOMS belly, no plot, just logan being silly

You were just going to take a quick a catnap.

That's what you told Logan, after you and him have been doing nothing but chores and errands.

A few minutes shuteye just to get try and rid yourself of that tiny bit of exhaustion you felt in your eyes and shoulders. Your bed looked cozy- pillows fluffed, comforter properly made, very inviting.

You don't know how long you did end up falling asleep for, but you know you were woken up by Logan's arms around you. His weight shifted the bed, stirring you to open your eyes.

"Quick nap huh?" You heard him mumble in your ear.

"Mm?" You barely mumbled, still in a semi-conscious state. He pressed a few kisses to the shell of your ear. Slowly drawing you out of your dreamy state.

"Been asleep for hours doll." He mumbles again. "Missed you." His hand slowly stroking up and down your arm, before rubbing over your belly. "Those late nights catching up to you?" He asks, his voice deep and warm - and suggestive, a small chuckle escaping him. You could sense in just his tone and touch that he was filled with mischief.

"Hush." You mumbled, turning to lie on your back as your brought your own arm around him to curl your hand into his hair.

"Still tired after sleeping all day?" He teases. A small grumble, before he pressed a few kisses into the crook of your neck, slowly moving down to your chest, and lifting your shirt to press a trail of kisses onto your belly.

He turned his head, pressing his cheek into your belly, his hand coming up to grab at the skin of your belly. His large, and very warm, hand massaged you. Fistful of your belly in his palm, he continued kneading and squeezing at the fat- a comforting habit for both him and you. He loves the way you feel under him.

Your hand came around, gently petting his hair, down to his shoulders where you gentle scratched at his skin, and he lets out a soft groan, sounding almost like a purr as he takes a deep breath, letting out a content hum.

This isn't the first time he's done this- it was his favorite activity. Finds some part of your body, usually your stomach or butt and just squeezes and gropes and kneads away at them. You tease him all the time- calling him a cat for the way he acts with you sometimes. He rolls his eyes, mumbles complaints about your comments. He doesn't see the comparison.

Then he does this.

You were falling back asleep, Logan's repeated massaging and kissing and nuzzling of your belly was making you relax and drift back off into a dream world. Until-

You felt his teeth, and a pinch- not sharp to really hurt, but enough to make you jump.

"Logan!" You yelp. He laughs, kissing the area of your belly he just nipped. His hands climbing down to your thigh, and then over your ass to now kneed over the fat there. He presses a couple more kisses- and then bites you again. "Lo-" You tried to lecture him, but only start to laugh instead. He soothes the bite over with a kiss.

He continues to do this, nipping your belly, and even tugging your sweats down to nip at your hips and pelvis. At some point, he finally tipped his head back, admiring the love bites he's laid over you.

"Hm. Perfect."

"What was the point of all that?"

He looks up at you, and smirks. No answer. You sighed tipping your head back, going back to sleep. He goes back to using your belly to make biscuits.

[charles-leclerizz]

TROPHY BOYFRIEND DUTIES | # CS 55

things the f1 drivers do that give you butterflies . things you do that give the f1 drivers butterflies

🪽 starring : carlos sainz x reader

🪽 compound ? : smau

🪽 team radio : hey gang. new series (??). just some cute fluffy smau's for yall to enjoy while I procrastinate writing <33

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📸 y/nisinthebuilding

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y/nisinthebuilding butterflies. every single time. 🫧

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user1 that mug is so cute ?? is there a link u can give us queen xx ?

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carlossainz55 handmade by me ;)

wags_updates STOP IM DYINGG

user1 @ carlossainz55 oh 😭 understood, too single to qualify :)

charles_leclerc @ carlossainz55 bro is she the reason you lost to me last night?

y/nisinthebuilding L + skill issue

user3 ain't no way carlos lost to banana-charles

y/nisinthebuilding don't worry he didn't ;)

carlossainz55 why do you reply like a millennial

y/nisinthebuilding stfu liked by carlossainz55

landonorris this woman has you in a chokehold

carlossainz55 and I’m not even mad about it.

y/nisinthebuilding it's cause I let him choke me

landonorris why are you LIKE THIS ?? liked by author

yourbestie can’t wait for the wedding invite

carlossainz55 what

y/nisinthebuilding shhh don't worry about it amor. liked by carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 things she does that make me malfunction 🤍 (this is not a cry for help unless you make it one)

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yourusername I stand by my “just go faster than the others” strategy

landonorris she’s not wrong tbh

carlossainz55 dont encourage this, she'll steal my seat.

y/nisinthebuilding I would never do that to lewis

lewis_hamilton what.

user1 SHADEEE

charles_leclerc can’t believe you posted this you romantic loser

carlossainz55 she steals my shampoo and my sanity.

y/nisinthebuilding ur the one who said it smells like me?? pick a side

user2 THAT HELMET PIC?? adorable. I'm dead

alexalbon creds : me

carlossainz55 she roasted my quali lap and then kissed me goodbye??

y/nisinthebuilding you needed to be humbled liked by author

williams Supportive and savage. We love to see it.

user3 those polaroids ?? can't be legal.

carlossainz55 she hid them in my helmet before fp1. why would she do that.

y/nisinthebuilding you’re welcome 😌

georgerussell63 Carlos. Delete this before FIA sees it.

carlossainz55 too late.

landonorris I wonder whose hoodie that is

y/nisinthebuilding aint no way you ratted me out on main

carlossainz55 carino I already knew ??

y/nisinthebuilding let me disown our child in peace

landonorris no mommy !!

carlossainz55 dont call my girlfriend mommy on main ??

y/nisinthebuilding no keep going. I want to see where this goes.

landonorris you made it weird

[bluewxrld07]

Been Like This Pt. 2

Lando Norris X F!Reader

Summary: After Lando's little encounter with Y/N, he sees she's got more fire than he had ever expected. He's making it his goal to make her give in, but he doesn't know the tricks she's got up her sleeve to make him fold first.

Warning(s): sly touching, mutual pining, liiiiitle bit of angst (if you blink you'll miss it), touching, dirty talk, fingering, f!receiving

A/N: I MAYYYY make this into a series...? If I should, lemme know, and also comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Love you all!!

Y/N ran down the corridor, nearly almost tripping over her own feet as she turned the corner.

She was late, she was so late.

She had woken up to her phone ringing for the millionth time, only to realize it wasn't the alarm she was snoozing. It was a phone call from Oscar, alongside hundreds of texts from the group asking where she was and if she was even alive.

Her bedsheets had never been shot up quicker than they were in that moment, she had never been late. She mainly overslept because of the work she was prepping for their upcoming triple header, knowing she had to get what she could do. She was gonna have rarely any time to take care of it when she was traveling.

Once the elevator doors opened, she sprinted out towards her apartment entryway doors, hands full of her stuff.

She saw the boys sitting outside in the large SUV, letting out a sigh of relief when they saw her scurrying out. "Finally! What happened?" Lando huffs, getting out of the car to help her grab her things and put them in the back.

She blows a piece of hair out of her face. "I guess I hit the wrong button on my alarms," she says as they close the trunk and round the sides. "I don't even remember falling asleep either, I'm just glad I had everything set so I could just grab and go." she explains as she takes a spot in the back of the SUV between Lando and Oscar.

"Were you working again?" Oscar trails off, and she gives him a look.

"Hey some of us have to actually take work home with us okay? Especially before this triple-header I had to make sure everything was set." she says, earning a shake of the head from Oscar.

"Sleep is important too, missy." he tuts and she playfully swats at him.

"Take a cat nap," Lando suggests as she turns to face him. He pats on his chest. "I'll even let you use me as your personal pillow." he says.

"I can't nap." she chuckles.

"Sure you can. I'll even wake you when we're near," he says, and she purses her lips before nodding slowly.

Ever since that night in Italy, she and Lando have been more touchy than they usually are. Tension grew between the two of them. Lando would get away with sly touches or kisses that looked like nothing, but felt like everything to Y/N. It drove her crazy.

Yet he wasn't the only one who would get away with things, Y/N driving Lando just as crazy as he did her.

Her little outfits or looks she would give him, knowing he couldn't do what he wanted with the room filled with people. Or the way she would dominate him with certain touches or words.

The way she would round the couch or the chair in his driver's room, take his jaw in her tiny hands, and tilt his head back to look up at her from behind while her hands traveled down his chest and sat on his thighs.

The way she would leave him flustered drove him nuts.

"I might as well, especially if I'm stuck with you lots for three weeks," she jokes, earning a playfully slap from Oscar. "I'm better than he is in most situations!" he sputters while pointing at Lando.

"We'll call it a draw." she says while earning groans from them both, which makes her laugh.

Lando pats his chest again and she smiles warmly before leaning her head against him, his hands immediately pulling her thighs over his lap to make her more comfortable.

He places a kiss on her temple as his hands squeeze and caress her legs, the feeling making her insides tingle as she closes her eyes with a hum.

"Feel good?" he mutters to her and she nods, the boy giggling lightly as he lets one of his hands travel in between her thighs and squeeze. His thumb caresses the skin there as her thighs break out into goosebumps.

Y/N let one of her hands fall against his own that sat on her skin, her breathing slowing softly as they drove to the airport.

Oscar looks over at the two, giving Lando a knowing look who brushes it away. The boys both had a quiet conversation as they drove, being careful to not disturb the sleeping girl.

Once they had arrived at the jet, Oscar was the first to get out to go help grab bags. Lando leaned his head down towards the girl whose head had fallen slightly down on his chest. Lando releases her thigh from his hold, bringing it up to grips softly at the front of her neck to bring her head up.

He smiled lightly as he stared down at her, before deciding to place a few soft kisses along her cheek and jawline as he said her name.

Her eyes begin to slowly flutter open, sighing at the feeling of his lips on her jaw. She lets a content hum leave her throat, signaling she's awake and feels his lips turn up into a grin.

His face leaves her neck to look down at her, his hand still grasping lightly at her throat with a knowing smirk. He flicks his eyes down to her lips for a split second before looking back into her eyes.

"We're here," he mumbles lightly, seeing a sleepy grin come onto her face.

"Five more minutes," she groans, but he lets out a tut. "You can go back to sleep on the jet, love. We're kind of on a time crunch because some girl I know overslept."

She shoots him a glare as she stretches, standing up to get out of the car and onto the platform.

One of the attendants handed her bags to her, the girl happily smiling and thanking them before making her way onto the small jet. She greets the pilot as she goes to find a home on the lounging seats, putting her pillow on the side closest to the window.

She was glad it was a longer flight and that she didn't have to dress nice for it. She immediately pulled the hoodie she wore up onto her head and tightened the strings to hide her face, as she slumped along the lounging seat on her stomach and closed her eyes.

The boys weren't far behind her as she hears them talking while entering the plane, the pair stopping for a second when they see her already comfy and cozy.

Once the rest of the crew had arrived and got settled on the plane, they all got ready for lift-off.

Y/N was close to being fully asleep when she felt a body begin lying across her own, making her groan out a whine. The familiar scent wafted into her nose, making her huff as she turned her head to the side to see Lando making home in the crook of her neck. "Lando get off," she whines trying to lift him off of her.

"Make some room then, pretty," he chuckles looking at her face, seeing it was covered by her hoodie and only catching the glare and furrowed brows.

"First come, first serve," she taunts while she closes her eyes. Lando hums as his hands come up to her waist and pinches her sides, getting a jolt and a squeak from the girl below him.

"Be nice and share," he says, earning a shake of the head from her. "I don't share," she hums, her eyes showing a flick of something as she says that. Lando smirks.

"Oh really now?" he plays along, letting his hands wander from her sides towards her front and trailing upwards slowly.

When he hears a sigh leave her mouth, he knows he is safe to keep moving. His eyes never leave the bits of her face he can see. "I'm not much of a sharer either," he says. "Especially when it comes to you." he taunts, his hands stopping and making home on both of her breasts.

He doesn't miss the slight gasp that she tries to hide, Lando chuckling as he watches her try to adjust in her spot on her stomach.

The way his grasp held her made her not feel uncomfortable or anywhere near it. It was a secure hold, but at the same time she knew what he was trying to do and she refused to give into it.

"Lando," she sighs, hearing the hum he gives her as he lays his head on her shoulder while his eyes never left her face. "Don't start something you cannot finish." she taunts back with a trail off of her voice.

He chuckles while stretching out his body over hers and digs his head more into the crook of her neck to place a kiss, his hands nonchalantly squeezing her chest in his hands softly.

"I think I could happily finish what I'm starting, yeah? Show you what you're missing?" he says, hearing her chuckle as she finally stares at him.

"You're still on that?' she says and he furrows his brows. "Oh absolutely."

She shook her head before turning her head away from him and towards the lounge chair. "Not going to happen." she sings before placing her hands over his comfortably.

Lando groans before he finally decides to let go of her and sit up, deciding to take place at the end of the lounge chair where her legs sit. He placed her lower half on his lap, his hands caressing up and down her legs as he let her finally sleep while deciding to conjure up a conversation with the guys behind him.

As Y/N began to finally rest, her mind kept going back to their little interaction. Their playful banners ran deeper for her, and she couldn't let him know that.

Sure, Lando would never hurt her, but he was still Lando at the end of the day. She has seen his playboy side more than anyone. She couldn't give him that side of her. Give him that vulnerable side she had. So keeping it playful was what she decided would be best.

Until she at least found someone that could hookup with to get the virgin thing out of the way.

In which she would never let Lando know she was in search of that, he would never let her hear the end of it. He would lose his shit nevertheless.

Before she could eat her mind drift any longer, she finally fell into a deeper slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Lando come on, let's go! Showing up late doesn't mean showing up two hours late!" Y/N announces on the other side of his suite door, knocking once more.

The door finally opens and she looks him up and down as he buttons up his dress shirt.

"Finally!" she huffs before turning around and beginning to leave.

When she doesn't hear his footsteps behind her, she turns around to see he is still frozen in place as a smirk adorns his lips. "Just lemme take a second," he says while eyeing her. "Or maybe two." he playfully says, making her roll her eyes.

"Well you don't have even a millisecond to waste we're already going to be barely on time for this thing," she says going to grab his arm and drag him out of the hotel.

"It's just a welcoming party, nothing I haven't shown up late to before," he says.

She turns to look at him as they walk towards the entrance where the beautiful car sits waiting for them. Lando budges in front of her to open up the door and guide her inside, before rounding the car and getting into the driver's seat.

"Ok, so Oscar said he and Max are going together with Charles. They said to meet them at the table on the right side of the venue by the large wall of windows," she reads out from her phone, Lando watching her type away before setting it down.

He watches from time to time as she begins to mumble to herself about work and the upcoming schedules, a thing she does when she is overthinking.

"Pretty girl," he sings out, making her eyes snap over to him with a hum. "Take a minute and relax. Everything works out usually, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but-"

"Nope," he tuts. "Relax for the evening yeah?"

"Lando I never relax," she jokes with a knowing look towards him, making him huff out a laugh.

"Do I need to help you relax?" he says in a lower tone, making her entire demeanor harden. Lando's face never faltering as he looks over at her.

"How do you mean?" she asks innocently, making his lips turn up into a smirk.

"I can think of a few things," he says and she chuckles while shaking her head when she finally gets what he is doing.

"You're ridiculous," she chuckles. "You're also driving, Lan. So nice try."

Lando chuckles lowly at her comment, letting one of his hands leave the steering wheel and find a spot high on her thigh.

"Sweetheart, you act as if driving isn't what I do for a living," he jokes, squeezing her plush skin. Y/N feels her face begin to heat up at his touch, her eyes watching him find the slit in her dress and slip underneath.

She lets out a gasp as his hand doesn't stop, something she is used to him doing. He usually just teases her, but when he finds the crevice of where her thigh meets her pelvis it makes her realize he was serious.

Before he can get any further, she feels her confidence kick in and she grabs his wrist to stop him. He looks over at her, seeing a small smirk find its way on her pretty nude colored lips.

"I just might let it happen. On one condition," she taunts, earning a shocked look from Lando who then nods not too shortly after.

"You keep those eyes on the road," she instructs, hearing his groan. "Not even a glance?" he asks and she shakes her head.

"You only get to feel. You haven't been given the luxury of looking." she chuckles lightly.

"Yet." he says while looking over at her for a second before looking back to the road.

"Deal?" she asks and he hums with a nod. "I need actual words, sweet boy." she says in a sweet voice that always drives him nuts.

"Fuck," he sighs as his head leans back against the headrest, but never leaves the road. "Yes. Deal." he agrees. Y/N immediately felt her pulse quicken, knowing what would happen next was something very new between them. She had to keep her composure as best as she could, not showing how nervous she truly was.

Y/N then proceeds to increase in confidence as she sees the look in Lando's eyes as he watches the road as he drives, seeing his Adam's apple bob multiple times. She knew he was trying so hard to do as she told him to.

She happily helps guide his hand back to in between her thighs, her breathing becoming heavy as his hand gets closer to her most sensitive spot.

Lando fails to hide the groan that leaves his lips at the feeling of her being commando under that dress, his fingers coming into contact immediately with her slit. Y/N leans her head back against the headrest while letting out a low sigh at the feeling of his hand on her.

She decides to let his wrist go and let him do as he pleased, using one of her hands to slightly part her dress to give him more access.

His fingers immediately move up and down her slit, collecting the wetness that pools between her thighs before he finds a home on her clit. "Ohh fuck," he whines lowly. "All for me, baby?" he chuckles lowly. She nods and lets out a gasp as he rubs at her clit.

Only for him to pinch her clit a second later and make her jolt while letting out a squeak. She turns and looks at him. "If I can't watch you fall apart, you've gotta talk to me," he instructs. "Got that?" he asks as he pinches her clit once more.

"Ah yes," she gasps out, earning a satisfied hum before continuing to rub it in circles. "This is for you, Lan." she agrees watching his hand do vigorous things to her pussy.

"Such a good girl," he purrs, making Y/N let out a moan. She decides to take one of her hands and grasp at her left breast, her eyes never leaving Lando's side profile. She watches as he bites his bottom lip over and over again, trying to keep his composure as his fingers rub and press into her. "You're driving me absolutely nuts, Y/N. You little minx."

"Fuck Lando," she moans out, biting her lip as his paces fastens up and down her slit before doing figure eights on her clit every so often.

Y/N trails her free hand down to lie over his hand. "You gonna guide me now, love?" he sighs.

Y/N doesn't say anything, only keeps her eyes on him as she helps push his middle finger into her pussy. The feeling makes them both moan out, Lando almost doing a pit stop at the feeling of her how tight her walls felt just around his finger alone.

"Bloody- fuck," Y/N moans out as Lando begins to push his finger in and out of her cautiously, not wanting to hurt her as he wasn't sure of how tight it felt in her point of view.

"I've always imagined my fingers as yours," she taunts, wanting to bait him. "This feels way better than I could've ever done." she moans, making Lando press on the accelerator going faster than before.

"Please," he whines out. "Please just one look, baby," he sighs and she chuckles before letting out a mixture of a gasp and moan as he finds that spongey spot inside of her.

"Nope," she says with a sigh following. He quickens his pace inside her.

He slows for a second before adding a second finger that causes her to grab at his wrist while making curling motions, and then he pumps in and out of her quicker than his pace earlier.

It's becoming music to Lando's ears as she moans out his nickname, the boy now beginning to feel territorial to these sounds she's making. He liked that he was having this effect on her, and how compliant she became. He could tell she was still fighting with her own dominant side, but nonetheless he would love for her to take over one day fully. Let her be the one fully in charge.

Her walls began to convulse around his fingers, making her breathing stagger as one hand gripped onto his forearm as his pace never slowed while the other hand held onto the door handle next to her.

"Lando fuck, keep going, don't stop," she moans out, gasps leaving every so often from her mouth as he moaned out her own name while whispering dirty things to her.

Lando had to stop himself from parking that car as she began to hump his hand, screaming out his name as she finally hit that bursting climax she was climbing towards. Lando's own chest rising and falling heavily as he helps her come down.

He gives her a few seconds when they finally hit a red light, pulling his fingers out of her. She grabs his hand that was just now leaving the warmth of her walls. "Look at me Lan," she breathes out, the boy not missing a beat as he turns his head towards her winded frame and follows her movements.

She takes his fingers in between her own lips, letting them rest on her tongue as she sucks them clean. Lando curses in a moan at her movements, his pants tighter than they've ever been as his fingers leave her mouth with a loud pop.

"Sweet girl," he growls. She smirks at him as he takes her jaw into a squeezing hold.

"Sweet boy," she shoots back, Lando shaking his head unsure of what to say in that moment. The light then turns green before he can smash his lips onto her own, making him groan and her chuckle.

"So close," she jokes, earning a slap to the thigh as he finally just lets his hand rest there while they drove.

"You are trouble," he chuckles while shaking his head. "Absolute trouble."

After a moment like that, he swore to himself he was never going to let another man see her in that way. She belonged to him, and he would make sure she knew that.

Taglist:

@love-4-rafey-lando , @mimisweetz , @landonorrisgirlie, @majapapaya4

[33max]

📢 Max Fest 2025 is here! 📢

You can find the entire collection of works here.

plentiful gods by @dilfgp

max/gp/eloisa, 8379 words, explicit

Eloisa hadn’t come to Zandvoort, since it’s so close that they can fly out on Thursday morning and back on Sunday night. Max misses her a lot, though, having grown used to her near-constant singing and humming; he thinks GP must miss her too.

you’re gonna go far by flowerg1rl

1202 words, not rated

Your name is Max Verstappen.

poesie number two by @sunfl0wer71

max/daniel, 23,310 words, general audiences

Max Verstappen, lady of the house and Duchess of Bridgwater, resident at 14 Cleveland Row, doesn’t wish to marry. He’ll wait for society to twist his arm before he does so.

And if he’s not careful, twist it shall.

my shaking hands, your bleeding heart by @suedschleife

max/charles, 13,230 words, teen

Max tries to deal with the aftermath of a career-ending crash and with losing the championship. He isn’t sure who he is beyond Max Verstappen, Formula One World Champion.

will you halt this eclipse in me? by @crusherccme

max & fernando, 2085 words, teen

Max gets left to walk along the road back to his hotel. Again. This time, Fernando finds him.

second times the charm by @bbygirlverstappen

max/charles, 9400 words, explicit

Max's marriage is annulled and his former husband ships him off to Monaco to marry anew.

true love’s kiss by @lestappened

max/everyone, 1196 words (ongoing), general audiences

Four time world champion Max Verstappen gets cursed into a Merman, the only way to turn him back? True Love's Kiss

what’s going on at red bull? by @dilfgp

max/gp/eloisa, 816 words, mature

Lando: hi

Charles: Lando I hate this why is it back

Daniel: hello hello

Nick: leave me alone

Logan: what he said

now you’re mine by @leclercc16

max/charles, 1099 words, explicit

It’s late.

Or perhaps it’s early. Max isn’t sure. The only thing he's sure about is how turned on he is, how hard he is, how much he needs to knot. How much he wants to knot Charles, fill him up, until he’s heavy with Max’s pups. Charles, who smells absolutely divine to Max right now, his soft floral scent overloading Max’s senses.

Charles, who’s fast asleep.

always a bigger bed to crawl into by @33max

max & gp, 2457 words, general audiences

“You feel gross?” GP asks, not sure what Max means.

“Yeah, like- I don’t know. Needy? Small? Gross.” Max shrugs, suddenly very interested in looking at his socks, anywhere but at GP.

“That’s not gross, Max,” GP says, making an effort not to frown. He knows how hard Max finds it to accept his little self, or to even acknowledge that he needs it outside of their race weekend schedule. It’s big progress that he’s even come here today.

Behind Blue Eyes by @latulla80

max/charles, 5364 words, not rated

After coming out on New Year’s Eve, Max and Charles are thrown into a full-blown media storm. British tabloids go on the attack, splashing their story across front pages with cruel speculation about a secret, years-long affair. Kelly and Alexandra are caught in the crossfire, framed as either deceived or complicit.

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Finally, I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who participated this year. It is always so fun to see more Max works added to AO3 and to see everyone excited to read them all.

If you enjoy any of the fics made for this fest please remember to leave kudos and comments, or reblog this post so others can discover the works added here!

Remember to check out the #maxfest2025 tag to see individual posts for this fest!

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[mweoi]

ㅤ𖹭 #𝗣𝟭𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬 ::ㅤ𝗧𝕰𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛⠀⠀【...】

ㅤㅤ𝑛. ⠀﴾⠀cw. 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. semi-pub sex, unprotected sex, oral, body worship, creampie﹙?﹚,﹙slight﹚overstimulation⠀━╋⠀﴿ ⎯⎯ 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . every part is like 1.3k–1.7k words approx ( yes I counted bc I care ) apparently I can’t stfu when it comes to p1h boys being hor🦵🏻 on a beach ok bye ૮( ˶˃ᆺ˂˶ )

KEEHO

keeho’s the type who plays it cool until he really can’t. like, he’ll be cracking jokes, teasing you in front of the others, making sarcastic comments about sunscreen brands — until he sees the way your swimwear clings to your hips when you come out of the water. then it’s over. he’ll try to be subtle about it. leaning back on his elbows as he watches you towel off, sunglasses hiding the way his eyes drag over every inch of skin. but you notice. you always notice. especially when his jaw flexes and his leg starts bouncing, like he’s trying to stay calm. "come with me for a walk," he says eventually, voice low and too casual. like it’s no big deal. like he isn’t walking five steps ahead to hide how hard he’s getting in his board shorts. when you finally catch up, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down the path behind some dunes. the second you’re out of sight, he’s on you — palms on your waist, teeth on your neck, breath warm and desperate.

“you have to stop looking at me like that,” he mutters against your skin. “i’m one second away from doing something really fucking dumb.” you tell him to do it. and that’s all he needs. he pushes you gently against a tree, kisses you like he’s starving. his hands slide under your top, thumbing over bare skin, dragging goosebumps in their wake. he murmurs filth into your mouth, half-laughing at how breathless you get from just a little teasing. "this is a bad idea," he says, tugging down your swimsuit, his tone betraying how badly he wants it anyway. he fingers you first — sloppy, slow, his knuckles brushing places that make you whimper into his shoulder. he lives for that. for how wet you get just from the anticipation. he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks them clean while watching your eyes roll back.

“you taste like the ocean,” he grins, “but sweeter.” when he finally slides in, it's hot and messy and fast — hips stuttering, hands gripping your thighs like he’ll lose it if you let go. he tries to be quiet. really tries. but when you moan his name and claw at his back, he groans against your throat, whispering, “fuck, you’re gonna get us caught.” you don’t care. neither does he. and when it’s over, when your legs are shaking and his forehead is pressed against your shoulder, he just laughs softly and says, “worth every grain of sand in my ass.”

THEO

theo is patience and pressure all at once. he’s calm, quiet, lets the others run wild in the water while he lounges on the sand beside you, warm and golden under the sun. he watches you more than anything else — hidden behind sunglasses, biting back smirks every time you stretch or adjust your bikini or lick salt off your lips without even thinking. you can feel it in the way he touches you, subtle at first. a hand resting low on your back. fingers brushing your thigh just a little too close. leaning in to say something, lips grazing your ear like he knows exactly what it does to you. “you’re driving me crazy,” he says lowly, voice all grit and velvet. “keep looking at me like that and I’ll lose it.” you laugh, thinking he’s teasing. he’s not. by the time the sun starts to dip and the rest of the group gets distracted with volleyball and snack runs, he leans into you with that familiar calm intensity in his eyes and murmurs, “come with me. now.”

he leads you behind a rocky bluff near the edge of the beach — secluded, shaded, soft sand under your feet and the crash of waves muffling the sound of your breathing. and before you can even ask what he’s doing, his hands are on your waist, his mouth on your neck, and the way he says, “been waiting all day to have you like this,” sends heat straight through you. he takes his time. always does. his hands are slow but firm, dragging up your thighs, slipping under your swimsuit with practiced ease. his voice is low and constant in your ear — dirty, tender, breathless. “look at you,” he groans, fingers sliding through how wet you already are. “can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”

he eats you out with pure devotion, kneeling in the sand like it’s sacred. eyes locked with yours, tongue deep and slow, hands gripping your thighs like they’re his anchor. he moans into you when you tug his hair, low and guttural and so needy. and when you try to squirm away, overwhelmed, he just pulls you closer and says, “don’t run, baby. I’m not done.” he makes you come like that, once, maybe twice — legs trembling, one hand clutching the rock behind you, the other tangled in his hair. and then he finally stands, tasting you on his lips, dragging down his swim shorts as he presses your back to the rock.

“gonna be quick,” he says, voice thick and strained. “I need you so bad.” he pushes in slow, watching your face the whole time, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your mouth — soft to balance the stretch of him filling you so perfectly. and then he fucks you. deep, steady strokes that make your toes curl and your head fall back. he holds you up with both arms, cradling you like you’re something breakable even while he’s ruining you.

“you feel too good,” he groans, hips snapping harder. “I’ll never get enough of this.” you’re both sweating, sand sticking to skin, the ocean roaring behind you, and still — he slows down halfway through, just to watch you. to take it all in. your pretty fucked-out face. the way you moan his name like a prayer. the way you look like you’re about to cry from how good it feels. he kisses you through the aftershocks, holds you close as you both catch your breath, his forehead pressed to yours, voice rough with love when he says, “you’re mine. always.”

JIUNG

jiung doesn’t play fair. not when he wants you. especially not when he knows he can’t have you yet. it starts when he sees you in your swimsuit — hair damp, skin glowing, that little smile on your face like you don’t even realize how insane you’re driving him. he’s quiet about it, at first. gives you a look over his sunglasses that burns hotter than the sun on your skin. licks his lips. smirks when you catch him staring. “you’re seriously wearing that in front of everyone?” he teases, voice low enough just for you. “baby, you’re evil.”

and it only gets worse. he walks behind you in the sand, hand brushing just beneath your ass as if by accident. whispers things into your ear when no one’s looking. “bend over like that again and I’ll fuck you right here.” he’s not kidding. he gets bold when the sun starts to drop, shadows stretching longer, everyone too busy with their own thing to notice how restless he is, how his hand keeps finding your thigh, how he won’t stop biting his lip.

“come here,” he finally says, grabbing your wrist, tugging you away from the bonfire and into the dark. you end up hidden behind a sand dune, lit only by the faint glow of the moon and the gold of the fire flickering in the distance. it’s warm, quiet, just the sound of waves and your heartbeat hammering in your ears. he crowds you against the dune, one hand cupping your face, the other already sliding under your bikini bottoms.

“knew you were this wet,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot. “you’ve been begging for it all day.” and you have. he kisses you like he’s starving, messy, desperate, teeth clashing. his fingers slide through you so easily it’s obscene, and he watches your face the whole time, eyes dark and locked in.

“say it,” he whispers. “say you want me.”

“I want you,” you pant, and he groans low, like it physically hurts him. he doesn’t even bother getting fully undressed, just pushes your bikini aside, yanks his shorts down far enough, and pulls your leg up around his waist. and then he’s in you, thick and hot and deep, both of you gasping like you’ve been holding your breath all day. he thrusts hard, fast, hips snapping into you like he means it. “you’ve been teasing me for hours,” he growls into your neck. “now take it. take all of it.”

he grabs your ass, pulls you closer, grinds his hips slow and deep just to watch your legs shake. “so good for me,” he murmurs, licking into your mouth. “so fucking tight. so fucking mine.” you’re gasping, moaning, nails digging into his shoulders, and he’s loving every second of it—fucking you like he wants to ruin the memory of any other touch, like this is the only thing that matters in the world. when you come, it’s with his name punched out of your lungs, and he groans into your skin, hips stuttering as he follows with a low, filthy moan that you swear echoes across the water.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just holds you, both of you breathing hard, forehead to forehead again, fingers still gripping your thigh. “you’re mine,” he whispers, brushing his lips over yours. “gonna take you again when we get back. over and over until you can’t walk.” and you know he will.

INTAK

intak’s always had a thing for teasing in public. doesn’t need a bed. doesn’t need a room. doesn’t even need privacy, really. just needs you. and the second he sees you stretched out on a towel in that tiny bikini, eyes closed, chest rising with every lazy breath — yeah, he’s done for. he straddles the line between playful and dangerous real fast. he lies down beside you, one arm propping his head up while the other lazily drapes over your stomach. “you’re doing this on purpose,” he murmurs, voice close to your ear. “looking like that, laying here like you want me to drag you off somewhere.”

you peek at him through your lashes, smiling like you’re innocent. he scoffs under his breath and slides his hand lower — over your stomach, under the knot of your bikini bottoms, just enough to make you gasp. “yeah?” he whispers. “you gonna let me?” you nod, eyes wide, thighs already pressing together. he waits until it’s darker, until the others are distracted down the beach. then he grabs your hand, pulls you up, and leads you down a quiet stretch of sand — until the voices are gone, and the only sounds are the ocean and your heartbeat thumping behind your ribs.

he turns to face you, cupping your jaw with both hands, eyes on your mouth. “been thinking about you all day,” he says, brushing his thumb over your lip. “how you’d sound if I fucked you right here.” he kisses you slow — lips soft but heavy with intent, mouth pressing yours open so his tongue can slide in deep. his hands drop to your hips, fingers tugging the strings of your bikini bottoms loose like he’s done it a thousand times. he drops to his knees in the sand before you can speak. looks up at you like you’re already trembling for him. then pulls your bikini aside and drags his tongue through your folds, slow and firm, until your legs nearly buckle.

“so sweet,” he breathes, licking you once more before standing. “I’m not done.” his swim trunks drop in one smooth movement, and then he’s pushing you down onto the sand, your legs around his waist, cock heavy against your entrance. “you want it?” he asks, teasing his tip through your slick folds. “I want it,” you pant, and he smirks before thrusting in — slow and deep until you’re gasping, clawing at his back.

“hold onto me,” he mumbles against you. “don’t fall.” he licks you like he’s got nowhere else to be, like the ocean isn’t crashing beside you, like he’s meant to be on his knees between your thighs. he flicks and circles and sucks on your clit until your hips jerk and your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling. you came like that, right against his mouth, with your whole body twitching, and he groans like he’s the one falling apart.

he fucks you like he’s showing off. hips rolling into yours with that dancer rhythm, body flexing perfectly with every movement. “god, you feel so good,” he growls into your ear. “tight little thing — been waiting all day for this pussy.” you moan for him, back arching off the sand, and he fucks you harder — hips snapping, breath ragged, one hand gripping your throat just enough to make your head spin. “you’re mine,” he hisses. “say it.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out, and he groans, pounding into you so deep it makes your whole body shake. he comes with a low, broken sound, collapsing over you with his lips against your neck, still grinding his hips to push it all in. he doesn’t pull out right away. doesn’t move. just kisses you, slow and sweet, and whispers, “next time I’m fucking you in the ocean.”

SOUL

OH MY GOSH MY BABY SOUL #2 :( !!!! soul has been watching you play around in the water all day — laughing, splashing, ducking under waves like you’re some wild thing made of sun and salt. he’s quiet about it, just smiles when you glance his way. but there’s heat behind his gaze. something you feel every time your eyes meet. by the time the sun starts to dip, he’s twitchy. sitting beside you on the sand, eyes fixed on the horizon, but his fingers won’t stay still. they brush your thigh. your hip. the back of your neck.

then, without warning, his lips are at your ear. “come with me.” his voice is low. controlled. but there’s a shake in it. like he’s trying not to fall apart. he grabs your hand and walks you past the rocks, where the sand turns smoother and no one’s around. the wind picks up. the waves crash louder. and he pulls you in, just enough to get your legs wet. lets the water lap at your calves while he stands behind you, arms around your waist, breath hot against your neck.

“been thinking about you,” he whispers. “all day. the way you look in that bikini. the way your skin tastes when it’s salty.” his hands slide up your stomach. then higher. cupping your breasts under the wet fabric while his thumbs circle over your nipples. “you feel that?” he murmurs. “you feel what you do to me?” his hard cock is pressing against your ass now, straining through his swim shorts.

he grinds just enough for you to feel it. and then he’s turning you around, kissing you like he’s desperate. wet, hungry, needy. his hands grip your hips like he’s holding back. “tell me you want it,” he says, lips brushing yours. “here. with the ocean around us.”

“I want it,” you whisper, already trembling. he moves quickly — pushing your bikini bottoms to the side and lifting your leg over his hip, so he can slide his cock between your thighs. he doesn’t fuck around. he pushes in slow, letting you feel every inch, until you’re full and gasping and clutching at his shoulders. his eyes never leave yours. not once. “you’re perfect,” he breathes. “tight. warm. mine.” he fucks you like the waves are chasing him, rocking into you with smooth, deep thrusts, water splashing around your ankles with every movement. the sound of your bodies moving together is filthy, echoing in the open air. he groans when you clench around him, fingers digging into your waist. “god, I could stay inside you forever.” you’re moaning for him now, eyes glassy, head tilted back while he thrusts harder. deeper.

the rhythm picks up. your leg trembles around his hip. and when he reaches between you to rub your clit, you came hard, back arching, mouth open, voice swallowed by the ocean. he follows seconds later, panting, lips on your collarbone as he fills you up, still holding you tight. when he pulls out, he tucks your bikini back in place with shaking fingers, kisses the corner of your mouth, and whispers, “next time? I want you underwater.”

JONGSEOB

aaaa seobbie > < you notice the shift in jongseob after lunch. his jaw’s tight. his tongue’s pressed to the inside of his cheek. and when you bend over to pick something up, his gaze lingers too long — locked on your ass, lips parted, hands flexing at his sides like he’s dying to touch. he doesn’t say much. just watches. watches as you stretch out on the towel, watches how the sunscreen gleams on your thighs, watches you lick salt off your fingers like you don’t even know what you’re doing to him. but you do. oh, you do.

“baby,” he finally murmurs, crouching beside you, voice rough, “come with me. just for a minute.” you barely make it past the dune before he grabs your waist and pins you against a palm tree, breath hot against your neck. “you’ve been teasing me all fucking day.” his hands are already sliding under the hem of your bikini bottoms, gripping your ass, grinding his hard cock against you through his swim shorts. “look at what you did to me.” you glance down, the outline is so obvious. thick and aching and twitching against your body like it’s been waiting for hours.

“take it out,” you whisper, and he growls. his hands move fast, tugging your bottoms to the side, shoving his shorts down just enough. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed, precum leaking from the tip. and he’s not wasting time. he wraps a hand around himself, lines it up, and rubs the head right against your soaked folds.

“you’re already this wet?” he smirks, dragging it up and down your slit. “fuck. i’m not pulling out.” then he pushes in. deep. slow. his mouth falls open like he’s trying to memorize how it feels. the stretch, the heat, the way your pussy pulls him in greedily. he grips your hips, leans his chest against your back, and starts thrusting — shallow at first, then deeper. rougher. filthy. every slap of skin sounds louder in the stillness behind the dune.

“you feel so fucking good,” he pants. “tight as hell. fuck, I missed this.” his hand snakes around to your front, fingers working fast against your clit. he knows exactly what to do, exactly how to make you fall apart for him. the pressure builds quick, your legs shaking, mouth open, whining his name like a prayer. “come for me,” he groans, voice cracking. “now. right now.”

and when you do, moaning, pulsing around him, going limp in his arms — he thrusts twice more and spills deep inside you, hips jerking, hands clutching your body like he never wants to let go. you’re both still catching your breath when he kisses the back of your neck, smile curling against your skin. “next time,” he mutters, “i’m fucking you in the water.”

[laro80]

KIRYU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND — PART 1

— He has a strange but adorable obsession with your cheeks

Ever since he first saw you, he hasn’t dropped this habit. From the moment you two started getting to know each other — and especially once you became a couple — as soon as he got comfortable around you (which didn’t take long), he hasn’t stopped poking and squishing your cheeks like dough for making bread.

He does it every chance he gets. Doing homework? Cheeks. Watching a movie? Cheeks. Eating? Still cheeks.

“Mitsu, I’m busy” you frowned, glancing at him from the corner of your eye as you worked on some burgers.

“And…? Your hands are still free to cook” he let out a mischievous laugh while reaching out to touch your cheek, leaning casually against the counter.

You sighed and rolled your eyes “You know what I mean!”

“You can’t ask for the impossible!” he whined before cupping your face with both hands and gently turning your head to make you look at him “Your cheeks are just so squishy and soft!”

— He probably knows more about skincare and makeup than you do, and he takes really good care of your skin

On social media, he gets tons of videos about makeup tips and skincare products that are perfect for maintaining healthy skin.

Kiryu doesn’t hesitate to try them out — but only after making sure they’re safe and checking all the comments for reviews.

Every now and then, when you're spending a lazy afternoon at your place, he’ll show you the tutorials he found (always simple but pretty looks, often featuring soft pastel tones).

And every night you spend together, you two do a full skincare routine — creams, masks, cleansers — everything. He helps you through it all.

“Oh! It’s pink and has little watermelon slices on it!” you exclaimed with sparkles in your eyes as you pulled the new mask out of the bag “And it smells like watermelon too!”

Kiryu smiled, watching you through the mirror’s reflection.

“I knew you’d like it” he said as he finished applying his own mask and then turned to face you. “Come here, I’ll help you put it on” he added gently, brushing strands of your hair aside and clipping them back with care.

— He doesn’t like seeing you in a bad mood or serious, so he has a peculiar way to make you smile

I mean, who likes seeing their partner truly upset, especially if it’s because of a joke? No one, obviously. And sometimes it’s hard to get your partner to talk and forgive you. But Kiryu? Kiryu doesn’t just stand there with his arms crossed.

The moment he sees your bottom lip pout and your brow slightly furrowed, he pounces on you to attack with… tickles!

“Sweetie, why won’t you talk to me?” he asked for the third time while you turned your back to him, arms crossed. “Come on… talk to me…” he insisted, trying to turn you around but failing “Is it because I said you’re terrible at the game? You know I’m not serious!”

You didn’t answer. Kiryu sighed, looking defeated. Or so you thought.

His hands hovered near your ribs without touching them, and before you knew it, you were laughing uncontrollably as his fingers found your most ticklish spots. “Hey! No! Stop! STOP!” you begged seconds later, both of you on the floor — him on top, you beneath “Okay! OKAY, ALRIGHT, ALRIIGHTTT!!!”

He stopped when he was satisfied, seeing your frown had disappeared. Looking at you with intense but loving eyes, he made you blush.

“Feeling better now?” he asked softly, a sweet but cheeky smile playing on his lips. “I really like it when your cheeks are red” and he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

— He loves you in many ways, but kissing your hand is his favorite language

Kiryu loves showing you affection — whether it’s through little gestures, small gifts, actions, or words. But if there’s something he does over and over, almost without thinking, it’s kissing your hand.

Anytime you’re holding hands — whether you're talking, walking, or just sitting in comfortable silence — he gently lifts your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. He doesn’t announce it, and he’s not trying to get your attention. He does it like it’s second nature, like your hand has a magnetic pull for his affection.

Sometimes he does it with a faint smile, sometimes without even looking at you, but always with that tender gesture that says more than words ever could.

You were walking through the streets after spending the afternoon together, just enjoying the last moments of daylight before the night arrived. You were telling him a story — something that had happened to you earlier that day — and he was listening intently.

That’s when you felt him take your hand, gently intertwine his fingers with yours, and lift it toward his face to press a sweet, soft kiss against it.

Even though he had done it countless times before, it still caught you off guard. And when you turned to look at him, he was already watching you — that gentle smile on his lips making your cheeks flush warm.

[I wanted to draw Kiryu for this post but I don't have timeeee. I have it but in sketch, it's not finished]

[brotherwtf]

Thoughts of Gale becoming almost unhealthily attached to John curls and longer hair because in the stalag when it was forced to grow out it became such a comfort for Gale, to stroke it and thread his fingers through it. We see that it got a lot shorter between being in the camp and meeting Gale at Thorpe Abbotts, so when Gale sees the short hair for the first time he kind of…freezes, goes offline a little, because he’s already feeling so lost and ungrounded and now one of his little lifelines is gone and he’s frustrated at himself because it’s such a stupid thing to be upset about but he’s already really struggling and now that comfort is gone and he didn’t realize how much he depended on it. Eventually John gets all this out of him and his heart breaks a little, telling Gale he’ll grow it out as soon as he can, and cuddles him more often.

yes definitely John's curls are MY lifeline too can't live without em

maybe it all started when John came into the compound all beaten and bloody, hair matted with blood that it plastered to the side of his head and Gales so off kilter that he steps right to the front of the line and demands to wash John himself, he has to be the one to do it or he'll start to come undone (he'll never admit this ever)

it was a blessing and a curse to wash John, it was horrifying to see how much blood came out with every pass through of water but it calmed Gale to no degree to run his fingers through it, to pull out all of the tangles while he just listened to John's breathing, listened to the brief comments John would make about this dump or about how cold the water was, but it was the most centered Gale had felt to this point just running his fingers through John's hair

he did it in the bitter cold of the winter nights as well, John would nestle into Gale's chest and Gale's hands would immediately go to his hair, he hates how it's not as fluffy or as soft as it was on base but they're still John's curls, still his beautiful hair that Gale absolutely loves

Gale would never admit it but his hands itched when he was back on base and he didn't have anything to do with his fingers, John wasn't there with his beautiful head of curls to center Gale so he started to come undone again, started to freak out even though he was out of the Stalag, was out of that nightmare

their first reunion back on base, they both had their caps on, Gales wayward locks were trapped underneath and he hoped John's were too, until John casually pulled his cap off and Gale saw it was back to regulation length, curling ever so slightly on his forehead but not bunching on his neck, not swooping over his ears like it was in the Stalag, and Gale's hands itched ever the more and he felt his heart pounding like he was flying a mission again and cursed himself for how fucking stupid he felt

it's just hair, it's just Johns hair, it would grow back, but it wasn't the same, it wouldn't be the same until it did grow back because Gale's fingers were long and slender and when he ran his fingers through John's beautiful curls he had enough length to play with, this was not nearly enough and he finds his chest hurting, finds his breath shortening and John of course notices, the intuitive bastard and pulls him aside, asks what's wrong

"'S stupid," Gale mutters, looking down at his shaking hands

John grabs them, of course, to still them and brings the back of Gales hands up to his lips, pressing a chapped kiss to them that almost brings Gale back to earth, almost

"don't say that, doll, if it's bothering you it can't be stupid," John says, running his thumb over the back of Gale's hand in comfort

Gale shakes his head and looks down at their entwined hands, it's good but it's not good enough

"It's just.... your hair... it's short now," Gale manages and he looks away in shame when he gets the words out

John understands it all of course, he'll always understand his Gale, and he just smiles a little sadly, leans forward so he can press their foreheads together

"I know, I hate it too, it's all scratchy and too short for me. I promise, doll, I'll grow it out as soon as I can and then I'll be yours for all hours of the day," John whispers, huffing a laugh into Gale's face that forces the tiniest grin from him, which John of course kisses happily

when they get back to the states and get a little place of their own together, John makes sure to hide all of the scissors and razors and just lets his hair grow, lets it get long and fluffy and of course Gale loves every bit of it, won't keep his fingers out of John's hair if he can help it :)) good Lord the sweetness what if I melt

[bewitched-hours]

HIHI!! A SFW blog how lovely!! I was wondering if you could possibly do some Elliot x GN!Reader where Reader helps Elliot make pizzas for the next rounds?? Little flour on the nose and sweet kisses ehehe.

STOP THAT'S ADORABLE THOUGH- I love getting to do domestic fluff so much o(≧▽≦)o

Reader's Pronouns for this will be They/Them like requested (≧◡≦)

You figured it'd just be a cute gesture to help your boyfriend prepare for the next few rounds.

Making Pizza used to make you nostalgic for your childhood, now it just makes you think about Elliot.

And you were quite proud of your work. He was surprised you were already skilled at making them almost perfectly round without issue but that might've been more of an ego boost for you.

But what was inevitable in these moments was the eventual chaos in the kitchen. Not just from you two making pizza but also from both of you occasionally sneaking a kiss to the other. Wether on the neck, cheek or mouth. It made you smile everytime.

And of course, there was flour everywhere from you two goofing off. No one was allowed in the kitchen when you were working together because of the mess.

Chance once made a comment about it, saying "You two can't keep your hands off each other like you're newlyweds." as if either of you would be embarrassed or ashamed of it.

You weren't even newly in a relationship. The honeymoon phase was supposed to be over after month 3 at the latest but here you were, still acting as loving as ever and spending nearly every 'night' at either his or your cabin.

And matches were always a bit awkward when the killer caught either of you. Usually while you're endlessly praising each other or fighting over who gets to steal the last kiss. You already started using it as a way to get C00lkidd away from you until you were the last two standing.

Now, that didn't mean you were together every round. Elliot was still usually the only healer and you were happy he was still ready to help everyone despite their recklessness at times.

But enough of that, you were still making Pizzas which needed your full attention.

Well, at least half-

"Alright, that should be the last of them." You heard Elliot's satisfied sigh. Sometimes you wondered how you deserved someone so wonderful.

But you had little time to respond, seeing as he practically swiped the pizza you were making when he saw you were done spreading the cheese over it. You wanted to protest but were met with his flour-covered finger booping your nose and couldn't help but chuckle.

And once the pizza was baking, Elliot came back to give you a little kiss of gratitude, making sure to be gentle but passionate about it. "You did great, my love..." His voice still made your heart flutter. Or maybe it was the nickname. You didn't really care which one.

"Now come on, let's clean up and get a well-deserved shower." He chuckled and got out some washcloths for you both to start cleaning the counters.

But all you could think about was how perfect life seemed despite this hell you were both stuck in. At least the Spectre allowed you something nice...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[missadangel]

MAKE HIM DISLIKE LOVE YOU

Harry Castillo x Reader (The Materialists)

Chapter 11: Favorite Crime

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Chapter Summary: It's hard to end things when you still have feelings for him. Neither of you handle it well. So instead, you both give in to the undeniable attraction that lingers between you. Good or bad? You don't care at all when you're in his arms. Warnings: 18+ (smut, MDNI) kinda romantic comedy stuff, fluffy, angst, lying, soft and caring Harry Castillo, Lucy as his ex, John as Lucy's ex, wealth, expensive gifts, drinks, money, cars, language, sexual tension, oral sex, p in v sex, kissing, slow burn, power imbalance, I might have missed some warnings; I will update them in due time. Chapter Word Count: 11,2k,HOT (SMUT) CHAPTER ALERT!!, even I'm surprised what just I wrote okay?no I don't feel guilty, shameless smut, sexual tension, jealousy, love, fingering, feelings, fluffy, rom-com, lust, passion, dirty talk, oral sex, multiple orgasms, cream-pie, fighting... authors note: changed the main moodboard according the rest of the story hope you like :) Thank you all for your support, asks, comments, reblogs and likes. I appreciate each and every one of you! Love you all!

Tuesday

11:08 A.M.

"Okay, now take a deep breath, sit back, and start from the beginning. Tell me everything happened that night, Mr. Castillo."

Harry followed his therapist's advice, crossing his legs and leaning back in the couch. After straightening his jacket and settling in, he exhaled deeply and began to tell his story. His gaze drifted out of the tall glass window, taking in the cityscape as he spoke. "That night, I was waiting for my food at the restaurant when I spotted her. She was out on a date with that guy, Theo. Although they were quite a distance away, I noticed them immediately—among the crowd."

The therapist adjusted her glasses with her index finger and met Harry's gaze. "How many times have you run into her since you broke up?"

"Three," he replied quickly. "That night was the third time."

After jotting down a note in her notebook, the therapist asked, "And how did you feel when you saw her?"

Harry’s gaze drifted from the floral pattern of the wallpaper to the fresh flowers on the coffee table, a hint of a smile beginning to form on his lips as he responded. "She was gorgeous. She always is. Honestly, I think she gets more beautiful each time I see her. It sounds silly, but she really does. She looked incredible,” he sighed deeply, “In that black dress with the mini floral print, her hair curled just for the occasion, light makeup, and of course, her unique smile."

"Mr. Castillo," the therapist interjected with a slight frown, still observing the dreamy look on Harry's face. "I asked how did you feel."

Harry cleared his throat. “Oh, right. Well, it’s tough to get this out, but...”

“Why not give it a try with a few simple words?” the therapist encouraged.

"Okay. Um, excited, stunned, unlucky, angry, lost, sad, and hurt," Harry's voice trailed off with each word.

The therapist noted his words and then looked up at Harry. “Can you tell me why you picked those words?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I was excited to see her, as I always am. Stunned because she looked so amazing, it took my breath away. Unlucky, because I wasn’t the one she was out with." Sitting up straighter, he fidgeted more, grappling with his emotions. “Angry, because I feel responsible for losing her,” he said, almost trying to convince himself. Leaning forward, he rested his arms on his knees and buried his face in his hands. “I feel so lost without her—like my life has no purpose—and I’m really sad and hurt because of it.”

This time, the therapist wrote a slightly longer note before placing her notebook on the coffee table. She tilted her head and asked, "Mr. Castillo, do you think you specifically chose that restaurant that night?"

Harry pulled his hands away from his face and met her eyes, guilt clearly visible on his face.

He didn't need to answer.

The therapist took a deep breath. "Listen, this behavior isn’t healthy, and you’re the one who will suffer the most. My advice would be to keep your distance from her. It’ll be much harder to deal with your other issues if you don’t.”

Harry frowned, bewildered at how he could possibly stay away from the woman he loved. "But we agreed to sort things out between us," he replied with a shrug.

"You say you went there to talk on the night she was on a date with someone else?"

Harry looked away, pressing his lips together tightly.

The therapist leaned back slightly in her chair. “So, I take it you weren’t able to have that conversation after all.”

Harry fell silent, his eyes drifting away from the window again.

Though he didn’t answer, the therapist read something in his expression. It was crucial to delve deeper, so she pressed on. “Mr. Castillo, did anything else happen that night?”

“Like what?” he retorted, adjusting his tie.

“Like something you might be avoiding telling me,” she suggested.

Harry hesitated, recalling that night while calculating his response.

The night before…

8:45 P.M.

To your surprise, the restaurant wasn't the average spot you expected; it was actually quite luxurious and expensive. This was the kind of place the wealthy folks of Manhattan would choose for their dinner dates, making it just the right spot for a first outing. You were puzzled, though, because Theo, an actor with a talent agency, didn’t seem to have the kind of income that would allow him to pick such a lavish venue. So why had he brought you here? Your dress certainly wasn’t designer or expensive, unlike the things Harry used to buy for you.

Even with all those thoughts swirling around, you couldn’t help but feel like you actually fit in here. Theo’s eyes glued to you but he was cute. The night was going pretty well, even if you were basically dragged into it by Zoe’s relentless nudging.

Okay.

Theo was charming and undeniably attractive, with his light auburn hair and striking green eyes, yet he just didn't seem to be your type. As the evening unfolded, you found yourself engaging in conversation about your interests. It seemed you had several things in common, but deep down, you still wanted the night to wrap up sooner rather than later.

"Zoe mentioned you were with Harry Castillo, but I hear it’s over now,” he said.

Just hearing his name sent your heart racing, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Yeah... that’s right,” you muttered, turning your gaze away.

Theo’s eyes darted to a table in the far corner of the restaurant. “Is it really all over between you two?"

That question hit hard.

You took another sip of your drink to steady yourself. “Of course, it’s over,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“For you, maybe. But I think he doesn’t see it that way.”

You turned your head toward where he was looking, and your heart nearly dropped when you spotted Harry.

He was casually eating, feigning ignorance, but you knew him too well to be fooled.

It was too suspicious.

This couldn’t be just a coincidence.

Deep inside, you knew that he still had feelings for you, just as you clung to those same emotions for him, no matter how hard you tried to dismiss them. For a brief second, the thought of abandoning Theo and making your way over to Harry enveloped you.

It was just a quick moment, but it was packed with a lot of feelings.

You turned back to Theo when your eyes locked with Harry's. You nervously tangled your fingers in your hair and began to shake your leg, a telltale sign of your anxiety that he knew all too well.

A little smile appeared on his face, and he took a sip of his drink, clearly enjoying the way he was bothering you.

“I think it’s just a coincidence,” you said, forcing a dismissive smile.

“It’s a pretty strange coincidence that of all the restaurants, he’s here on the same night as us,” Theo pointed out.

“Are you suggesting that Harry is doing this on purpose?” you asked, not pretending to be indignant, although deep down, that was exactly what you believed. You weren’t ready for any awkward tension, and you didn’t want Theo to dig too deeply into Harry’s motives, even if they were questionable.

“Forget it. Where were we?” he said, reaching out for your hand.

You didn’t like the way he held it, but you allowed it anyway. “You were sharing your story about the first time you came to New York.”

“Right," he said, smiling, taking a quick glance back at Harry before continuing his story.

But the night felt off, overshadowed by Harry’s presence. When you finally excused yourself to the ladies' room, you stole a glance at Harry. He caught your eye, and you felt a familiar tension until you were out of the dining area. Once in the restroom, you pulled out your phone and sent Harry a text.

"Restroom. Now."

A few minutes later, Harry showed up with that big grin of his. “Are you having a boring night, darling?”

You crossed your arms, feeling a mix of annoyance and nervousness. "Harry, what are you doing here? How did you even find out I was here? Who told you? And why?"

"Which question do you want me to answer first?"

You squinted at him. "Seriously, Harry? Just tell me why you’re here."

He rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated by the curious looks from others nearby. Then he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer.

“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to wiggle free.

“We need to talk somewhere private.”

“I’m on a date, you know that,” you insisted.

“Just five minutes.”

Harry led you into one of the restaurant's private VIP rooms and closed the door behind you. It was cozy, meant for special meetings or romantic dinners, but being alone with him made you uneasy.

“Start talking,” you said, avoiding his gaze.

"That night you caught me at the airport... You mentioned that we would discuss our relationship later."

You stayed quiet, and he stepped closer, tilting his head to figure out your expression.

"But we still haven’t talked about it; it’s been almost a week. That day, what happened in the elevator—” 

“Let’s not go there. You promised,” you interrupted.

He sighed. "You've been even colder to me since then. And how do you think it feels to see you on a date with that guy, Theo?"

"It's really none of your business," you snapped.

He moved in closer. “Come on, you don’t actually want to go back to that table. You’re just itching for the night to end, aren’t you?”

Damn, it was like he could read your mind.

Then, without warning, he took your hand. “Did it feel like this when he touched you?” Your heart started racing as he pressed his lips against your knuckles, so slow and deliberate.

Despite your better judgment, you couldn’t help but hold his gaze. He kept staring into your eyes as he slid his lips down to your wrist, sending sparks straight to your heart.

Of course it didn't feel the same way.

How could it?

He was the only one who could make you feel like this—like you belonged to him only, filled with a sense of longing and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

He was right—you wanted him, and no one else.

Damn.

You were treading dangerous waters again.

You pulled your hand back. "Harry, what do you want from me?"

"Let's talk, just like we said we would. Can’t you spare me a couple of hours?"

I’d give you all the time I have left if you hadn’t broken my heart, you thought.

“Do you really think talking will fix everything?”

“I’ll give it a try, at least. What about you?" he asked, his puppy dog eyes locked onto yours as he ran his fingers through your hair, taking in your scent. “I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be mine again.” He then kissed the strands of hair in his hand, which made your heart melt.

For a moment, all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him and say you forgave him—almost.

“There’s an event at the bakery coming up, so I’ll be pretty busy this week,” you said softly.

You could see his expression drop.

Oh great, it felt like you were breaking him, and it hurt you too.

“If you’d like to meet up, I’ll be at the bakery tonight whipping up some sauces,” you said, eager for a chance to make him smile again, hoping he wouldn’t notice your enthusiasm.  “I guess I can talk while I work.”

A grin spread across Harry’s face as he leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be there, baby.”

You blinked at him, surprised.

Harry opened the door and caught your shocked expression, chuckling. "Aren't you going back inside? Your date might be wondering where you disappeared to."

Suddenly, you snapped back to reality and shook your head. “Um—right,” you stumbled as you headed back inside.

He watched you go, a smirk playing on his lips.

10:32 P.M.

After dinner, Theo insisted on taking you to the bakery, and you couldn't say no. The evening already wore on, but the prospect of making the sauce for tomorrow's desserts loomed large—if you could just whip up as much as possible by midnight, it would give you the time you needed. Theo was a genuinely nice guy; he didn’t even flinch when, during your first date, you had to mention your work and its demands, making the dinner brief yet enjoyable.

Still, your mind drifted to Harry.

All the things Theo had chatted about during the evening—even his interests you found appealing—paled in comparison to the brief moment you shared with Harry earlier.

Zoe, knowing you were going out for dinner, stayed at the bakery until closing time and pulled down the shutters. After checking them and locking the door from inside, you began preparing the sauces, convinced Harry would call if he showed up.

Of course, he did.

Just as you were about to finish making the sauce, your phone rang.

It was him.

You peeled off your gloves, tossed them in the trash, and made your way to the door. You smiled when you caught sight of him and he  was grinning as he held his phone up to his ear. You unlocked the door and swung it open. "Welcome, Mr. Castillo. You’re the only customer we allow after hours," you joked.

“Wow, how lucky I am,” he said, smiling.

"Welcome to The Vanilla Vine. What can I get for you?"

Harry laughed, “I had dinner at a restaurant a few hours ago, but the dessert was terrible. It’s never even close to what you make.”

You smiled, “I’m afraid we’re out of fresh desserts at this hour, but could you help me out by tasting the sauces I’ve prepared?”

"I'd love to," he said, removing his jacket and hanging it on a chair.

You tried to ignore the scent of his cologne that wafted over as he took off his jacket as you headed into the kitchen. You watched him while he tasted the sauces.

You sighed deeply.

He looked so damn handsome.

Then, you went to the fragrance cabinet, grabbed a bottle of something you thought he might enjoy and returned to the table.

"Looks like we’re out of pastries too, sorry. Zoe probably took the leftovers home. However, would you like me to pour you a drink instead?" you said, setting the bottle on the table in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows. "Bourbon?"

“Yeah, it’s not your favorite whiskey, but…” you murmured as you filled his glass.

He picked it up, swirled it, and took a sip. “Hmm, not bad.”

“My secret ingredient for the vanilla cream,” you said, sitting across from him. “It makes the best one. But shh, don’t tell anyone,” you added, putting your finger to your lips playfully.

Harry chuckled, "I won’t, I promise," he said, then downed the entire glass in one go, his expression suddenly serious as he leaned forward, looking intently at you.

He seemed to be gathering the right words. “Look, I…” He sighed, taking your hands in his, his eyes softening. “It’s so hard. You’re right here, but I can’t reach out to you like I used to. It’s tearing me apart. I know you need time, but can you at least reconsider--”

You swallowed hard and pulled your hands away. “The sauce was on the stove,” you said, getting up.

It was a poor excuse, but what else could you do?

That night keeps popping up in your mind, a memory that’s tough to shake. The hurt is still there, like a bruise reminding you of his sharp words. It’s hard to ignore the pain that wraps around you, that heavy feeling in your chest just won’t go away.

And you were scared.

Scared that if you had that conversation, it might be the end once and for all.

You didn't notice when Harry had quietly approached you while you were taking the sauce off the stove. In a sudden panic, you clumsily dropped the small pot. You took a step back, but a bit of the hot chocolate sauce splattered onto you, yet fortunately, it wasn't too hot, since you had melted it using the bain-marie method. When you yelped in surprise and pain, Harry rushed to pick you up and set you down by the sink, running cold water over the spot where the sauce had landed. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face as he examined the area. “Where did you burn?”

When he lifted the hem of your dress, you held your breath, feeling a mix of pain and tension rushing through you. Luckily, the injury was minor—just a first-degree burn. The cold water felt great, soothing the sting and making it easier to handle.

“It’s nothing, 'doesn’t hurt anymore. I have some ointment in my bag from last time,” you said, but he stopped you as you tried to rise from the counter.

“I’ll get it,” he insisted, turning to fetch your bag.

As the spot where the burn was started to throb, you instinctively began blowing on it. When Harry returned with your bag, he unzipped it and set it down on the counter, quickly finding the ointment. His hands were gentle as he carefully applied it to your wound.

You couldn’t help but gaze at his beautiful face.

Then he did something unexpected: he blew softly on the area, and it eased your discomfort as if by magic.

Or maybe it was because what you felt in that moment was greater than any pain.

You bit your lip, your heart pounding like a drum, threatening to burst from your chest. He detected the subtle shift in you instantly, observing how your body tensed, every muscle coiling with anticipation. It was in your breath, quickening and uneven, and especially in the fiery gleam of desire that lit up your eyes as they locked onto his. The air between you crackled with unspoken longing.

Pure lust.

With his hand still resting on your thighs, he closed the distance between you. You widened your eyes, blinking as he flashed a crooked smile before leaning in for a kiss. It was beyond anything you had expected; every nerve in your body ignited, and your heartbeat quickened, racing like a hummingbird's wings. His eager tongue slipped between your lips without hesitation, breaching the entrance as if seeking permission wasn’t even necessary.

Despite the magnetic pull, you attempted to break free, your fingers clutching the edge of the counter with a fierce intensity. Yet, without ever breaking the kiss, he encircled your waist with his other arm, drawing you nearer until your bodies collided in a rush of heat. In that moment, as the kiss ignited a wave of burning desire, you found yourself clinging to him as if holding on for dear life.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as he cupped your ass, scooping you up into his arms. The kiss intensified beyond imagination, transforming into an overwhelming hunger. Wrapping your legs around him, you tugged on his locks, prompting a deep, primal growl to ripple from his chest. With effortless strength, he shifted his hold, lifting you as he strode toward one of the leather sofas. In a moment of urgency, he shoved the nearby table aside, sending it skidding across the floor, before gently yet firmly seating you on the sofa, his dark brown eyes burning.

All the voices in your head screamed that logic told you to stop, that it wasn’t right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You felt defeated, completely consumed by desire. The only thing you could hear right now was the rapid heartbeat in your chest, the wet sounds you made as you kissed, and the drowning of your moans into each other’s mouths.

He kept devouring your mouth, swiftly began to loosen the shoulder straps of your dress. With a gentle pull, they slipped off, allowing the fabric to flow down and rest softly around your waist, while his skilled fingers expertly guided the way, touching your breasts.

He was quick to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it mercilessly and loudly. Sharp whines left your throat as you thrashed and caressed him, grunting his name and mumbling sexy nonsense.

"Mmmm. Harry. Stop…Please...don’t go further... Fuck..."

But he just didn't hear you.

Instead, he turned to take another nipple between his lips and pushed the hand under your skirt and slipped it between your thighs feeling the wetness there. A small whine escaped your throat only urging him on. He then pushed aside your panties and ran a finger along your folds. Your fingers tugged at the roots of his hair while he was busy sliding your panties down your legs. The sweet scent of your arousal rose from between your bodies.

"Harry," you whimpered.

Were you begging him to stop, or to carry on?

Even you weren't sure anymore.

But he sure did.

"Shh, shh, it's okay baby," he whispered into your ear as he moved his fingers and tongue to bring pleasure to you.

He knew the ins and outs of your body, causing you to fall apart in his hands. You could feel a familiar heat rising in your lower stomach as he pushed a second finger in, making your eyes roll back.

When his lips detached from yours finally he moved to your neck, leaving small bites along your pulse point and jaw, then soothing them with his tongue. He dropped to his knees, continuing to kiss you as he pulled you to the edge of the sofa. He breathed in the sweet scent of your cologne, savoring it as he slid his lips lower and lower. He dropped soft, warm kisses along your thighs, taking his time around your wound. You moaned and bit your lower lip. Then his head was diving under your skirt for the sweet, wet treat of your throbbing pussy.

"Harry, please..." you whimpered again.

He hummed an agreement, gripping your thighs tightly as his tongue hungrily licked at your slit, teasing more husky moans out of you.

And you lost it.

Your body felt like it was on fire, burning wildly, legs were shaking like crazy. You found your fingers tangled in Harry's hair again as you clung on desperately.

With your upper-back up against the sofa, your groin pushed out towards him there was nothing to stop him from eating you out and so he didn't even try to resist, not at all, on the contrary he enjoyed it; so eagerly continuing to work your pussy and tasting your honey, his tongue coming up to tease your clit and making you groan out in pleasure.

However, he'd already been going at it for a couple minutes and his cock was rock hard, occasionally stimulated by a stroke or two, but frankly he was too engrossed in tonguing you to really get himself off. With a sense of urgency, he quickly peeled off his t-shirt and pants before moving on.

It didn't take long before you felt your orgasm approach, only to have his fingers and mouth leave you. You gave a pathetic whine as he hoisted you up with one arm while the other gripped your ass and gave it a good squeeze before planting passionate kisses all over your face. Your head lolled back against the leather sofa, as he adjusted himself and you. He smiled at your half-closed eyes, your slightly parted lips, and the rosy glow that colored your cheeks. Yet, this captivating sight only deepened his impatience.

He was hard as hell.

Hurriedly, he adjusted himself, seized your hips and slammed into you.

You gasped.

“Fuck," he groaned. "You feel so warm and tight baby. I missed this.”

Pulling almost all the way out of you, he thrust back into you, causing you to moan as you felt the drag of his cock against your walls.

As you looked at him again he gave you another crooked smile filled with appreciation and lust.

You realized you've missed him so much.

Soon all coherent thought was out the window as he started to pound into you, making your wrap your legs around his waist as tight as possible to keep him close. It felt so fucking good and you were barely aware of the world around you as his cock hit your sweet spot over and over.

You couldn't control your moans as he sent shocks of pleasure down your spin with each thrust. You didn’t care if anyone passing by heard or if the whole damn state heard, you didn't want this to end. He smirked tightly and pushed his face into your nape, kissing and nipping at your flesh hungrily between his hard thrusts.

Harry then leaned close to your ear, hot breath causing you to shiver. You were going to come and he knew it.

"Come for me baby... just let go."

And you did.

Everything went white as your orgasm hit you like a train. An earthquake of pleasure shooting through you causing you to slump against the soft leather. He was straining to keep his thrusts steady as his hips stuttered. You adjusted and leaned into him, gripping his head and making him look at you as his hips snapped.

Once more, Harry kissed you; his hands groped your ass and his muscles tensed, his vision got blurry as the only thing he could sense was the pleasure, threatening to unfold and your sweet voice on his lips. Your velvety folds hugged him so perfectly and your juices generously coated his cock, making for the erotic melody of wet sounds and the ones of skin slapping skin with each of his rough thrusts which brought him dangerously close to his high sooner than he anticipated and the clench of your plush walls around him was enough to send him over the edge. Hot loads of cum coated your pussy. "Oh, God!" you screamed as you came once again, burning in overstimulation as he kept thrusting, riding out both of your highs until his thrust got sloppy and he slowed his pace.

For a few moments, that felt like eternity, you two stayed intertwined, catching your breaths as you came down from your climaxes.

Exchanging incredulous glances, he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

A simple gesture that radiated warmth and deep affection.

As you started to grasp what just happened, and your breathing slowed down, it hit you hard that what you were doing just felt totally wrong all over your body. He gently pulled out and grabbed a couple of tissues from the table, cleaning both of you up. You straightened your dress and tidied your hair. He picked up his clothes from the floor, zipped himself up, and adjusted his outfit before tossing the used tissues in the trash.

An awkward silence filled the air between you. Embarrassed, you looked away as Harry's gaze lingered on you. "What have we done?" you whispered.

He crossed his arms, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "We just fucked, baby."

You shot him a glare. “Exactly, why did we do that? It feels so wrong.”

He moved closer, sitting next to you and brushing your hair back gently. "Why is it wrong? There’s no one else in our lives—we’re not cheating anyone, and the love is still there."

"But we’re not together, Harry. Have you forgotten how we ended things? I can’t just wipe that night from my memory. Something broke inside me then, and it’s not the same. I can’t look at you like I once did."

He shook his head, his brows furrowed. "Don’t say that, please."

You picked your panties up from the floor and stood, trying to shake off the tension. "I really need to go home."

In a sudden burst of anger, Harry grabbed your arm. "Are you really going to act like this night didn’t happen? That beautiful moment we shared? Because I can’t just forget that."

"Harry," you muttered.

He didn’t respond; instead, he picked up his jacket from the chair. “It’s late, so let me drive you home. I’ll be waiting for you in the car," he said, avoiding your gaze as he left the shop, the door closing softly behind him.

Wait...

Was he hurt?

Present day. 

12:45 P.M. 

Oliver was sitting in the car, going through stock prices on his tablet and checking out Harry's schedule for the week. The door opened, and Harry hopped in next to him, looking all tense. Oliver immediately asked, “How did it go?” 

Harry signaled the driver to hit the road, staring out the window as he said, “Cancel all my appointments with the therapist.” 

Oliver frowned. “Was it really that bad?” 

Harry remained silent, distractedly reviewing the details of an upcoming meeting on his tablet, ignoring the question. 

Oliver sighed and started tweaking his own schedule. “I thought talking to the therapist would help you out.” 

Harry flipped the tablet upside down on his lap and shot him a look. “She told me to cut everything off and remove her from my life entirely. Can you believe that?” 

“Maybe that’s what you both need,” Oliver suggested carefully. 

Harry glared at him. “Just because she's a therapist doesn’t mean she’s always right.” 

“Maybe you didn’t tell her everything?” 

Harry grabbed the tablet again, brushing off the discussion. “Like I said, I don’t need a damn therapist. Just cancel it,” he snapped, feigning interest in the meeting details.

But actually, his mind was swimming in memories of the heated moments you had shared together, craving to relive those feelings once more and have another chance to do so.

12:59 P.M. 

A few streets away… 

The bakery buzzed with activity as customers indulged in the pastries you had lovingly baked that morning, sipping their coffee or tea. Meanwhile, you were busy making final checks for the evening’s organization. Sitting at the counter, you noticed that you were absently writing the same phrase on the same line in your notebook, lost in thought. 

Your gaze kept drifting to ‘that’ leather sofa in the corner of the shop. Luckily, the customers lounging there weren’t looking your way, or they might’ve thought you were staring at them. But it was hard to shake off the memory of those steamy moments with Harry from the other night. 

That moment... 

That surrender... 

No matter how hard you tried to focus on your work, those memories were imprinted in your mind, making your heart race. 

“Oh, are you kidding?” 

You turned at the sound of Zoe’s voice, her tone laced with surprise or anger. Part of you hoped Harry might make a surprise visit to the bakery, but when you caught sight of Melanie, your heart sank.

What was she doing here? 

What stood out the most wasn’t just her surprising appearance, but rather the way she was dressed. Normally, she would be seen in short, designer dresses that screamed luxury, but today she opted for something much more modest that concealed her figure.

“What the hell are you doin' here?” you asked, approaching her. 

She glanced around. “Is this how you greet your customers?” 

“Melanie Johnson doesn’t just go to any ordinary bakery; so I'm quite surprised.”

Rolling her eyes, she shot back, “Okay, I’m not here to order anything. I heard you were looking for a waitress.” 

Zoe opened her eyes wide, and you let out a disbelieving laugh. “You? A waitress? That’s rich.”

“Honestly, why do you want to be a waitress?” Zoe asked.

“I want to work,” Melanie insisted.

You squinted, leaning closer. “But you’re a spoiled little slut.” 

Zoe stifled a laugh. 

First, Melanie looked annoyed, but then a nervous smile crept onto her face, mixed with a look of false sadness. “Oh please, you’re so cruel with your words. I’m a reformed Christian. I’ve wholeheartedly accepted God’s forgiveness and have been cleansed of my sins.” 

You and Zoe exchanged incredulous glances before turning back to Melanie. As Zoe darted away to attend to a customer, you leaned in closer to her. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I see right through this innocent act.” 

In an instant, Melanie’s demeanor shifted, and she stepped closer, gazing up at you with a knowing look. “Listen to me, you little know-it-all bitch, I need this job to win back my dad’s trust, and you’re going to help me, okay?” 

A smile crept onto your face as you recognized her true colors. “Melanie, I've put up with your antics for too long. Your dad kicked me out, and you came barging into my life, and almost forcing me to dance at a strip club because of you. And now you think you can waltz into my bakery and ask for a job? What’s wrong with you? Didn’t I make it clear you need to stay away from me and my life?” 

“Oh, come on. I was like a prisoner in that religious camp; my only escape was to act ‘purified’ enough for my dad to believe it. Now he wants me to get a job. So what if I’m a disaster? I promise I won’t hurt anyone,” she pleaded, building up her innocent act again. 

“Do you honestly think being a waitress is as easy as you think?” 

“If that idiot can do it, so can I,” she said, pointing to Nick, who was struggling with a tray. 

You sighed heavily. “No, Melanie. Tell your father to find you a proper job at his company. I don’t want you here.” You turned away, hoping to end the conversation. 

“Is that your final answer?” 

You glanced back at her, firm in your stance. “No, my final answer is: G.E.T. L.O.S.T.” you spelled.

A mischievous smile crept across her face as she pulled out her phone. “You brought this on yourself.” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Some folks call it blackmailing.” 

“Blackmailing?” 

She turned her phone toward you, and your face revealed a blend of shock and disbelief. It was the video of you and Harry entering the shop that night.

“What the fuck? But how the hell--?"

"What’s going on? Is everything okay?" Zoe approached you, concern in her eyes, but you panicked and grabbed Melanie’s hand that was holding the phone, hiding it from her.

“Nothing,” you replied, forcing a nervous grin. Quick to act, you pulled Melanie along with you, getting outside.

“What the hell? Are you some kind of creep?”

“It’s called evidence.”

“Evidence of what? And why should I be worried about it?”

“I know you two aren’t together anymore,” she said with a cruel smirk. “Imagine what Zoe would think if she found out what happened that night, or Theo for that matter.”

“What makes you think we did anything? We just talked,” you lied, your throat tight. “And it’s none of your business, you sneaky little bitch. Besides, Zoe would understand and there’s nothing between Theo and me, so you can’t scare me with that.”

“Hmmm, then I’ll just leak it to the paparazzi. Just need to send the video to Nate’s agency,” she said, opening her chat screen. "Isn't it interesting to wonder why billionaire Harry Castillo would be at his ex's bakery late at night with the shutters pulled down? Now that’s a story that would send ripples through every blog and magazine online.”

“You!” you shouted, lunging to grab the phone from her. But she pulled her hand back just in time.

“Do we have a deal?”

“I hate you, Melanie,” you said, gritting your teeth.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she grinned, sauntering back into the shop.

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I swear, I’m going to kill her one day,” you growled, cheeks burning.

19:39 P.M.

The evening event went smoothly, and the guests seemed pleased. It felt like a small promotional gathering. Your signature dessert was sampled by a well-known gourmet who awarded it full marks. Those were the highlights; the downside was that Melanie and Nick were disastrous as waitstaff, as expected. Thankfully, you managed to save the day. Guests left feeling satisfied, and a few mentioned they would be reaching out soon for an interview about the shop. Zoe informed you that she was heading to New Jersey tonight to meet with John's family and would return late, leaving you responsible for tidying up the shop. While cleaning up after Melanie and Nick's departure, your phone buzzed with a notification about an entry into your bank account. To your surprise, your landlord refunded the second month’s rent you had sent earlier that morning. Confused, you wondered if it was a mistake, so you tapped his name on your phone and called him.

His response left you stunned.

“I’m no longer the owner of the shop. I sold it, and the new owner wanted to acquire the space along with its contents, so there's no need for you to move.”

The first name that popped into your head was, of course, Harry. You quickly searched for his contact and called him. Coincidentally, he was already on his way to visit you and chuckled when he saw your name pop up on his phone screen. The phone rang just twice before he answered, his voice teasingly playful. “Hey baby. Can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Cut it out. Why did you do that?”

“Can you be a little more specific when you say that, darling? I mean, thinking about last time, I thought you enjoyed it,” he said with a cheeky laugh. “Or are you looking for more?”

You pressed your lips together, trying to resist the urge to smile.

He wasn’t entirely wrong; you did want more.

The idea of being with him every moment only deepens your longing for his presence; no matter how much time you share, it always feels too short.

You find yourself missing him every single second.

Noticing your quietness, he playfully asked, “Or are you just wishing for a little phone sex?”

You sighed, gathering your thoughts before you spoke again. “Harry, I’m referring to the shop. Don’t dodge the question.”

“What’s up with the shop? I’m not really getting your point.” His tone changed from fun to serious. “I’m on my way, though; we can talk when I get there.”

Just then, the shop door opened, and your heart dropped as you recognized the person walking in.

It was Alan.

And that’s when you noticed the smug smile spreading across his face, pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

“Well, hello gorgeous,” he said, scanning the space. “Nice bakery you’ve got here.”

Harry overheard Alan’s voice on the phone. “Is that—”

Enraged, you hung up, your eyes locked onto Alan as you stood frozen in place, a wave of nausea washing over you at the memory of your last encounter.

“What are you doing here?” you managed to ask, struggling to keep your voice steady.

Alan stepped closer. “I’ve missed you; it’s been a while.”

Was he fuckin' serious?

You turned your gaze away. “Is that so? Well, I never missed you, and I have no desire to see you again.”

He chuckled arrogantly. “Bad news for you, honey; you’re going to be seeing me a lot more. I own the shop now.”

His timing made sense, and you weren’t shocked.

“Why would you do that? We only had a deal, and it’s over between us. There’s nothing left but animosity.”

“Let’s just say I’m trying to make up for the past.”

“Excuse me?”

He sighed and took another step closer, his demeanor serious. “My feelings for you were genuine; I never lied about that, although I can’t say I’m proud of my actions.”

“There’s no excuse for what you did,” you said, your voice icy while anger coursed through you.

He eyed you up and down. “Regardless, I went ahead with it. It helped pull you away from Harry and show you his true colors.”

“What are you talking about? Just because I might break up with him doesn’t mean I’d ever give you a chance.”

“You will, eventually,” he said with a cheeky grin.

You locked eyes with him. “If I had ten hearts, I still wouldn’t give you even one.”

He laughed, a furious sound. “I told you, I always get what I want. Maybe not today, but someday. Remember how I made you to come to me that night willingly?”

You swallowed hard, still feeling that awful sensation coursing through our veins.

At that moment, you heard the screech of car brakes, and then Harry barged into the shop. Your heart raced as he stepped inside. He threw a quick glance your way, then locked eyes with Alan, grabbing him by the throat. "You asshole. I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Harry!” you wailed, rushing to grab his arm in an attempt to stop him. He had a firm grip on Alan's throat, his fury boiling over. “What the hell do you still want from her?” he roared, shaking Alan by the collar before landing a punch squarely on his face. Alan crumpled onto a nearby table, sending everything on it crashing to the floor.

He touched his hand to his face, noticing the blood that coated his fingers. “You are the one who should die Castillo!” he barked.

In a panic, you screamed as he stood up and punched Harry back. “Harry!” you yelled, sprinting to his side. A small cut marked the corner of his lip. “Stop! Enough, or I’ll call the police!” you pleaded.

Suddenly, Alan's man and Harry's driver burst into the shop, rushing to break up the fight.

Ed stepped forward to protect Harry, while another guy placed his hand on Alan's chest to hold him back. You took hold of Harry's arm as his anger flared, then wrapped your arms around him to help soothe his temper. “Please, let him go. Just stop,” you begged.

As Alan staggered out of the shop with his man's assistance, he smoothed out his mangled collar and shot a threatening look at Harry, pointing a finger at him. “This isn’t over, Castillo.”

Harry glared back, defiance etched on his face. “Go ahead and try your worst. But first, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you pay for what you’ve done!”

Finally, Alan left and you exhaled in relief. You turned to face Harry, sighed and softly touched the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You are in your 40s, but you’re acting like high school kids sometimes.”

Harry turned to his driver. “Thanks, Ed. Wait in the car; I’ll be out in a minute.” He then pulled out a chair and sat down, pressing his palm to his mouth. “Why did he come here?” he asked, anger still simmering.

“He's the one who bought the shop,” you muttered, straightening the table.

Harry scowled. “What did you just say? That greedy old bastard. I offered to pay rent for the next three months upfront. How could he turn me down and take Alan's offer instead?” he grumbled.

You narrowed eyes at him. “Three months’ rent? Who told you to do that?”

Realizing he just messed up, he gulped. “We’ve talked about this before,” he said quietly.

“Yes, before—before we broke up. You're not my boyfriend anymore, so I don’t need your help,” you said, removing your apron and hanging it on the coat rack.

“Maybe,” he said softly, following you. “But it was a deal, and it’s nothing compared to everything you’ve done for the company.”

You let out a sigh.

He continued in a more gentle tone, “You wouldn’t accept if I offered you some shares, would you?”

“Harry,” you said, shooting him a glare.

“I know you wouldn't. So I figured I’d at least help out at the shop. What’s wrong with that? However that sneaky bastard beat me to it.” He stepped closer, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Why don’t I find you another shop? I don’t want you stuck working in his place,” he said, scanning the surroundings.

“No need for that. He’s not going to kick me out. Everything’s above board,” you reassured him.

“It is, but…”

“Harry, let’s just drop it.”

“Well,” he said, curling his lip, and your attention caught on the corner of his mouth.

“Should we go to the hospital?” you asked.

“No, it’s just a small cut,” he said, gingerly touching the wound with his thumb.

You went to the first aid cabinet, grabbed what you needed, and returned to him. “Let me take a look,” you and took a seat across from him.

You poured alcohol onto a gauze pad and pressed it to his wound. The reddish mark stood out against his beautiful skin. As Harry’s gaze dropped to your lips, he leaned in, almost kissing you, but you managed to pull away just in time.

Undeterred, he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer. “Harry, don't.”

You found it hard to push him away since you were still holding the first aid kit. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around your waist and settled you onto his lap. “How’s your wound?” he asked, gently lifting your skirt.

You held your breath as he examined the area. Feeling his breath on your skin, “It’s healed now; it’s okay,” you replied nervously.

As his hand glided along your upper thigh, your heart raced uncontrollably. He locked eyes with you, slowly moving his knuckles from thigh to knee, clearly relishing the tension that washed over you. His lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying to hold on to your composure. "Hmm, you smell different today," he murmured, leaning in closer. You froze, your mind momentarily blank, all thoughts blocked out by the electricity of his touch.

"Orange blossom," you whispered, explaining the essence of your perfume. He buried his nose in your hair, his lips lightly tracing your earlobe, making you roll your eyes in sensation as you leaned against him. Opening your eyes, you found yourself craving his kiss, oblivious to the first aid kit that had slipped from your hand and clattered to the floor. Just as your lips were about to meet, the blaring sound of your phone startled you.

What the hell?

How did it come to this?

How did he manage to enchant you so easily?

Each time his fingers brushed your skin, you melted into his arms, like a button had been pressed to make you yield.

Every single fucking time.

He chuckled softly as you left his lap to check your phone. It was Zoe, calling to let you know she wouldn't be home tonight.

Harry stayed until you closed the shop, sampling your signature dessert and offering compliments while you cleaned the counter.

You accepted his offer to drive you home, a heavy silence settling in during the ride. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing you were. Upon arriving at your apartment building, you thanked him without stepping out of the car.

"You’ve never had me over," he said. 

"What should I invite you over for?" you replied. 

"Just as a friend," he shot back, trying to act all innocent. "Besides, we didn’t finish our last conversation."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I know what you're after, old man. No way."

"No, seriously," he insisted, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "The sooner we talk about this, the better, right? I can tell it’s weighing on your mind too."

He wasn’t wrong.

You realized that moving forward was impossible due to the lingering tension between you. Perhaps it was finally time to talk things out, right? 

"But promise me you won't cross any lines."

"When have I ever behaved inappropriately?"

"Should I start keeping track? We might not have enough time for that."

"C'mon, sweetheart. It’s you who practically threw yourself into my arms," he teased with a playful grin.

“You were the one who seduced me with your touch,” you said, leaning towards him.

“What? You’re the one who totally pulled me in. Do you even realize how enticing you are?” he said, leaning in closer.

"And what about you? Have you ever realized how hot you are?"

In that moment, as you both hovered just a kiss away from each other, your hearts raced in unison. The magnetic pull between you was almost too strong to ignore. Harry's driver acted like he wasn't eavesdropping on your chat, but the look on his face showed he totally was.

Regaining your composure, you opened the car door as if nothing had happened. “You can come up to my apartment if you’d like; I’ll offer you a drink,” you said, maintaining a steady tone.

Harry casually straightened his jacket, mirroring your demeanor. “That sounds good,” he replied nonchalantly as he opened his door. “Ed, you can head out. I’ll call you later.”

Ed smirked. “As you wish, Mr. Castillo.”

21:09 P.M.

As you climbed the stairs to your apartment, your heart raced faster with each step. Harry seemed impatient, you could feel his gaze on you. Taking your key out of your bag to unlock the door, you caught his eyes for a fleeting moment, and it felt like he was undressing you with his stare. A warmth spread through your belly and between your thighs as you unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and when you glanced at the screen, the name made your throat go dry.

Theo.

You closed the door behind you, missed the way Harry quickly scanned around before turning back to you, checking your ass. "Oh, crap. How did I forget? I promised Theo we’d watch a movie tonight at his place—" You were about to turn back to Harry when he suddenly pulled you toward him, crashing his lips against yours.

He kissed you with an intensity that caught you off guard as you instinctively tried to pull away, firmly sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He sensed your shiver, felt your surprise, and a growl of pleasure escaped him. Breaking the kiss, he shifted his attention to your neck, exposing your jugular, his tongue gliding over the pulsing flesh as he grazed his teeth against it, both lightly and yet hungrily.

“Harry,” you gasped, still clutching your phone as it rang insistently in your hand. “I really need to answer this.”

“No, you're not,” he said, his fingers gliding effortlessly from your shoulder to your wrist with one hand while the other slipped from your waist to your hips. You weren’t sure how it happened, but in a swift motion, he snatched the phone from your hand and tossed it  onto the couch, glancing at it briefly before turning his full attention back to you.

Harry’s hands dropped from your hips to the backs of your thighs, squeezing your flesh lightly. You hopped up instinctively, and he lifted you, holding you up with your legs around his waist. Your arms encircled his neck as he kissed you again, his mouth pressing against yours with more force than you could have hoped for. He forced your lips open, his tongue massaging yours fervently, before he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, elicting a soft groan from you. You could feel his cock hardening beneath you, straining against his suit.

From that moment on, neither of you cared about the phone or anything else, consumed by raw desire. You helped him shrug off his jacket, a hint of frustration and urgency in your movements, while Harry continued to kiss you.

“Bedroom?” he murmured between kisses.

You pointed toward the right and nodded, “That one.”

As the kiss deepened even more, Harry shifted with you still in his lap and rushed into your room, kicking the door shut behind you.

He tossed you onto the bed, making you breathless and your head spin. You didn’t mind at all. The rush always brought butterflies to your stomach and made your cheeks heat up, but it also left you craving more. So it was no surprise you ended up like this, pinned down on the bed as he sucked on your neck and collarbone down to your sternum. Even the slightest touch from him felt like electricity on your skin.

Yet you needed more.

Your pussy was practically begging. Your hands tugged at his hair and you yanked his face to yours so your lips could catch him in a passionate kiss once more.

His hands made their way under your skirt. In one swift motion both your panties and skirt were discarded onto the floor.

“Fuck. You're soaking wet, baby. And all for me,” he rasped, noticing your glistening sex. He laid kisses on your inner thighs, mere inches away from where you wanted him most, as he continued, “I haven't even done much yet. You're such a needy kitten aren't you?”

You bit your lip in response. 

His words.

Damn, it was so fucking hot.

His fingers ran up and down your folds before he settled on rubbing your clit. The action coupled with the degradation made you shudder and gasp.

His other hand had returned to its common position on your hips holding you in place. You were unbuttoning his shirt as he stared at you. Those dark enchanting eyes held your attention as he slammed a finger into you. You paused, gasped, eyes shut and your curses rang around your room at the fast and harsh pace of his finger.

Not long after he added another one. The way he curled them just right sent ecstasy rushing through your entire body. Your hands grabbed onto his hair to keep you grounded.

The faster and rougher his fingers got, the more you mewled and tugged at his hair. He pushed his thumb against your clit and rubbed small circles over it. Your thighs began to shake and you could feel your orgasm hurling towards you.

“Harry…” You whined, bucking your hips towards him, fingers tugging his shirt.

“You're so fucking beautiful.” He quickly shrugged off his clothes and climbed on top of you again. He brought your lips to his for a fervent kiss as his arm wrapped around your waist.

You were ready.

And so was he, cock twitching, seeking.

“You drive me crazy,” he said. “Absolutely crazy.”

“Get inside me, already," you begged, almost sobbing.

Your needy hands soon reached down to the base of his cock as a way to urge him to finally put it inside you. His free hand hastily came to replace yours. He rubbed his tip against your folds, your wetness running down his length. He pushed his entire length into you with ease eliciting a desperate, choked moan from you.

He didn’t even give you a second to adjust before he started slamming into you with a brutal pace. The delicious mix of pain and pleasure made you feel like you were in heaven. You were sure the whole neighbourhood would be able to hear your moans and whimpers if it weren’t for his mouth clamping yours. His thrusts were sharp and deep, each one sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head in ecstasy. You wrapped your legs around him to hold him close to you leaving your hands to claw at his back.

He ran his teeth across your collarbone and had you arching into his touch. Your orgasm hit you hard and you deliciously clenched around him. The room was filled with a blissful mix of your and his moans as he continued fucking you through your high, his undoing fast approaching.

His thrusts got sloppier and not long after he reached his release. Both of you were left breathless on the bed. His grip around your neck loosened and he instead rested his hand under your chin, bringing you into a slow and passionate kiss.

He mumbled between the kisses, “Fuck, you're amazing, baby.”

07:29 A.M.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your legs trembling and toes curling. 

Feeling the last waves of your orgasm wash over you, you let out a moan, buried your face in your hands, arching your back and pressing your head into the pillow.

Pulling out with a groan, Harry collapsed back onto the bed, panting beside you. “Who needs coffee when you can wake up like this?” he joked. 

You pulled the covers over your chest and glanced at him. “I totally agree,” you said, catching your breath. “But Harry, this is really getting out of hand. We need to talk about this. It has come to an end.” 

With half-closed eyes, he looked at you. “Do you really want it to end?” 

You shook your head, pursing your lips. 

“Then just let it go as far as it goes, baby,” he said, leaning in to kiss you, but you pulled back. 

You grabbed your nightgown from the floor and slipped it on before getting out of bed. “Harry, Zoe will be here soon. I think it’s best if you go now.” 

“Are you kicking me out? And why are we hiding it from Zoe?” 

I told her that I wouldn't hang out with you until we sorted our stuff out and I was sure how I felt. Plus, she thinks I'm with Theo."

Harry frowned and sat up in bed. “Just tell her we’re together then. And, I don’t understand why you can’t be sure about your feelings. Didn’t you feel what we shared last night? We had sex more than once, three times this morning,” he pointed out, holding up three fingers. 

You crossed your arms. “Just because we had sex doesn't mean I’ve forgiven you,” you teased, trying to maintain a serious tone. 

He frowned. “You’re really cruel. You slept in my arms all night. Just a few minutes ago, you were screaming my name and shaking—” 

Suddenly, you heard the apartment door open, and then the voices of Zoe and John.

“Crap, no,” you groaned in panic. You turned to Harry, who was still sitting on the bed. “Hide! They can’t see you here.” 

“Come on, Zoe is your cousin and John is her boyfriend. Let’s just tell them we’re back together now.” 

“But we’re not Harry,” you insisted stubbornly. 

Harry dramatically pulled the sheet up to his chest in mock offense. “I feel so used,” he said, pouting. 

You struggled to suppress a laugh at his expression when you were startled by a knock at the door. 

“Honey, are you awake?” 

In a frenzy, you gathered the clothes Harry had carelessly tossed around the room last night, shoving them to the side of the bed, and then jumped under the sheets. 

“Quick, hide over there,” you whispered urgently to Harry. 

He rolled his eyes. “I won't—” 

“You will if you love me.” With a gentle push, you forced him to the other side of the bed, where he had no choice but to crouch down and hide against the wall. 

Zoe opened the door, stepping inside. “Hey, hon, morning.” 

You plastered on a slightly too cheerful smile. “Morning. I was just getting up,” you said, glancing at the clock. “Wow, is it really almost 8:00?” 

“Yeah. You were up late last night?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Um, I guess I was just a bit tired,” you stated, trying to sound convincing. 

“Okay, I’ll get ready, and then we can head out together.” 

“Everything alright?” you asked, noticing her slightly downcast expression. 

“I’ll fill you in when we’re at the shop. Just get dressed and come on."

“Sure,” you replied, following her to the door. After she left, you closed it behind her.

You sighed in relief as Harry crawled out of his hiding spot, quickly putting on his pants and zipping them up. Just as he was tugging on his shirt, the door swung open again. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re wearing your nightgown backward—” 

For a moment, all three of you froze. You were about to explain when Zoe shrieked, spotting Harry. 

“Aaah! What the hell?” 

“Why are you yelling?” you scolded her. 

“What happened? Is there a burglar? Where is he?” John rushed into the room, scanning for any threats. Then he froze, locking eyes on Harry. 

“It’s not a burglar; it’s Mr. Castillo,” Zoe remarked, laced with sarcasm and annoyance. 

Rolling his eyes, Harry sighed as he buttoned his shirt. "Hey."

“What on earth are you doing? Why is Harry in your room? Weren’t you with Theo last night?” 

“I can explain,” you said, trying to sound determined. 

“Yes, please do,” Zoe urged, narrowing her eyes before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into the living room.

Zoe guided you to the couch and looked at you like a parent scolding a child. “Seriously, what’s going on? You two broke up, right? So, what's this about? Make-up sex? Are you back together?”

“Not really,” you murmured.

“Have you forgotten how much you were hurt? Have you forgiven him?”

“Zoe, we’re just trying to work through our issues.”

"We will,” Harry chimed in, donning his jacket as he stepped in the living room. The hem of his shirt was untucked, and his messy hair made him look somewhat comical; yet, he was still attractive.

Zoe turned to him. “Is this really how you plan to fix things? You need to stay away from each other, or it will hurt even more when it’s really over.”

Harry frowned, realizing she was echoing the therapist’s advice. “I’d better get to work before I’m late,” he said, leaning in for a kiss, but Zoe stepped in between you two.

“The door is that way,” she said, pointing toward the exit.

“Hey, Zoe, there’s no need to be rude,” you said, tilting your head to sneak a glance at Harry behind her back.

Then John approached Zoe, “Zoe, they’re grown adults; let them figure things out for themselves.”

“Oh really? You handled things with Lucy by talking it out? It didn’t look that way to me.”

“Uh-oh,” you whispered under your breath.

"I guess I should head out," Harry said as he opened the door. He turned back to you, kissed his palm, and sent the kiss your way, which made you giggle.

John frowned. “What does this have to do with us?”

“Get out, John. I don’t want to deal with you today,” she said, pointing towards the door.

He let out a deep sigh and walked out, momentarily turning back to her. “Zoe, I…” John murmured.

Harry shot you one last glance and gave a cheeky wink. You waved back at him.

And bam.

Zoe slammed the door shut in their faces.

John muttered a curse under his breath. Harry shot him a knowing glance. “Looks like I got you kicked out, man.” 

“No, I got myself kicked out.” 

“John, I probably shouldn’t say anything, but… Lucy? Seriously? Still?” Harry said with a disapproving look, pulling out his phone to check for his driver’s number.

“Mind your own business, Castillo. And what about you? Are you really using your ex for your... needs?”

Harry tucked his phone away and met John’s gaze. “I’m not using her. I would never do that. Yeah, I messed up, but I’m going to fix things. As for you, you need to cut out the toxic woman from your life completely and stop hurting Zoe. When her cousin’s upset, it makes my baby sad too.” He turned to leave.

“Are you sure she’ll come back to you?”

Harry turned back, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying, my friend Theo seems to have a crush on her too,” he said, teasing him.

Harry looked at John, a stern expression on his face. “No one could possibly love her as much as I do. I've held back from begging for her forgiveness because I want to give her the space she needs. However, I refuse to let her slip away to someone else, do you understand? I will fight for her if necessary, even if it takes years. I'm willing to wait because she is worth it."

“Wow, Harry Castillo is talking like Romeo. Someone should let the media know.”

They both chuckled.

“So, you really love her that much, huh? I should probably have a word with Theo and ask him to back off, since I know she loves you too,” he said.

"He really should, unless he wants to deal with a hard dose of rejection," he smirked.

"I hope you two can work things out,” he said sincerely. 

“We will, but you, John—like I said, you need to rid yourself of the toxins in your life first. Don’t let her do to you what she did before. Take this as friendly advice,” Harry said, waving his hand as he headed towards the stairs.

13:10 P.M.

“You know, Zoe has a point, baby. How about I take you out to dinner? We can talk everything through that night. What do you think?”

You smiled as you typed your response to Harry’s message. The thought of being with him filled you with a sense of purpose; he added color to your life, and without him, you felt like a puzzle with missing pieces. So, why not embrace the possibility of a fresh start and let go of the past?

“Deal, ol' man.”

As you arrived at Mia's school, your thoughts were still tangled up with Harry. So much so that it almost slipped your mind why you were there.

Right.

You had come as a chef to lead a baking workshop in Mia's craft class. While you weren't entirely at ease leaving the shop in Zoe’s hands and the others, you couldn’t turn Mia down. Fortunately, everything went splendidly; the kids had a blast whipping up cakes, and by the end of the day, many of them expressed a desire to become chefs like you.

Maria called to let you know that things at work were taking longer than expected—Harry was running late for the morning meeting, and you knew all too well the reason for that. As a caring mother, she asked you to accompany Mia home when her driver arrived, and you agreed without hesitation.

You weren’t sure why she preferred you to do something the driver could manage solo. However, when Mia dashed down the street toward a man waiting for the driver, it became clear.

“Mia, stop! Where are you going?” you called out.

“Dad!” she exclaimed, and you froze in place. The man she was embracing appeared to be Harry's age. You had heard Gerardo's name mentioned many times but had never met him before—understandably.

Mia threw her arms around him, and he kissed her on the head, returning the hug. He was dressed unusually casually. When he noticed you, he straightened up and took Mia's hand.

“Please don’t tell my mom,” Mia pleaded, her eyes on you. “She won’t let my dad come home.”

Gerardo smiled shyly in your direction and extended his hand. “Hello, I’m Gerardo, and you are…”

“Uncle Harry's girlfriend, the housekeeper… I mean, the chef,” Mia replied for you.

You exchanged awkward handshakes, and soon the three of you settled down at a nearby café. Mia wanted to catch up with her father, whom she hadn’t seen in days, but you felt it was your responsibility to stay with them since Maria had asked you to. Plus, there was something about Gerardo that made you uneasy.

After he apologized to you for the trouble he caused—the company and everything else—he opened up about his situation. He was in a tough spot; Maria had turned him down when he tried to reconcile, and he had lost everything after Harry pushed him out of the company.

While you sat there, another man approached and started talking to Gerardo. You considered leaving to take Mia home since she hadn’t finished her milkshake, but then you spotted the gun and badge on the man's waist along with some files on the table.

NYPD. Police.

And there were photos of Alan inside the files.

It suddenly dawned on you that he must be the officer Maria had mentioned.

“Gerardo, this might be our one shot. If we can get a card for the elevator to his penthouse and sneak in, I’m sure we’ll find something useful there. It’s risky, and he knows us, so it really has to be someone he wouldn’t suspect."

"That bastard. I need him to pay for what he did. I've lost everything because of him."

It wasn't just him; everyone had endured more than enough because of his actions. In that moment, something crossed your mind.

Yes, it was undeniably dangerous.

Yes, it might be the most reckless thing you’d ever done.

Yes, it could very well be the dumbest idea you had ever had. But if it meant putting an end to that scum, then it was worth it.

“I’ll do it,” you said, glancing at both of them as they stared back at you in surprise.

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"I HATE YOU, LOVE" (PART 2)

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WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

As agreed, when you finished your shift, you met him outside the restaurant.

He was talking with the rest of the sons, who nodded to you.

Jax led the way, and they all followed until the two of you were alone. Chibs looked adorably nervous, which made you smile.

"Hop on," he said, tapping the seat of the bike behind him. He handed you his helmet.

"Where are we going?" you asked, climbing onto the Harley.

"The only place where we can talk without anyone bothering us," he said before giving the bike a boost.

A few minutes later, you arrived at a kind of house near the road.

Chibs parked in front of it, and you got off the bike, taking off your helmet at the same time.

"What's this?" you asked, looking at the structure

“Diosa is doing very well, and we've been thinking about expanding.” He nodded toward the house. “It's all fixed up, but we haven't even opened it yet.”

As you walked in, you noticed the large red sofas in the entryway and the simple black and white decor.

“It's beautiful, Chibs,” you smiled. “Whoever decorated it definitely has good taste.”

“It was Nero with Gemma's help,” he said. You smiled.

“I'm glad they're doing well,” you commented. He nodded.

“Me too,” he confessed. “Gemma deserves to be happy after all the shit she's been through, just like Nero,” he murmured. “I guess they complement each other in some way.”

“That's… very nice,” you whispered. It almost seems like you didn't say it.

“Oh, shut up,” he said, making you laugh.

“What did you want to talk about?” "You asked, wanting to get straight to the point."

He crossed his arms, the leather of his jacket making a soft rustle that made you even more nervous than you already were.

"I want to clarify what's going on between us."

"And what's that?"

"That we hate each other."

"Then there's nothing else to talk about, right?" you blurted out.

"You can't walk away from this conversation, love," he murmured gently. "I brought you here so we can talk, so that's exactly what we're going to do."

"Okay," you agreed, looking at him intently. "Talk then." I've been the one who's said the most since we arrived.

"Fair enough" he murmured, running his hands through his hair as he sat down on one of the blood-red sofas. "I think the reason I started hating you is because I didn't know exactly what to call the feelings I have for you," he began, stealing your breath away. "So instead of facing them head-on, I hid behind the wall of shame, telling you I hated you so I wouldn't have to admit…"

"What?" you murmured in a whisper. He looked up at you. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the first time I saw you," he blurted out. "And that makes me hate myself."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not supposed to be feeling this."

"Who says?" You turned theatrically to both sides. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Fuck, you’re insufferable,” he said, laughing. “I hate you.”

“I know,” you smiled.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, until one of you took control.

That’s how you ended up on Chibs’s lap, his hands exploring every inch of your body just as he did with his mouth.

“Baby,” he gasped as he shed all your clothes and scanned your face before looking at your face again. “You’re…”

You didn’t give him time to continue.

You placed your lips against his, causing him to firmly grasp your face in his hands.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to let you go, and you didn’t want him to either.

You moved on top of him and could feel his straining erection straining against his leather pants.

You both gasped at the feel of that bulge between you.

"Do you feel it, sweetheart?" he growled in your ear. "That's what you do to me," he whispered. "Only you."

"Chibs… I need…" you gasped when he grabbed your chin to kiss you again.

"I know, doll. I know exactly what you need," he murmured, undoing his belt and slowly pulling down his pants in a messy manner.

You didn't care about anything anymore; you just wanted him to do it already.

You needed him so much that you felt like you were running out of air if he didn't do it now.

"Are you ready?" he asked. You nodded, unable to speak.

You had never felt so full as when he entered you.

You dug your nails into his leather jacket, right over the reaper, while he moved against you, letting out the dirtiest moans and gasps you'd ever heard.

"I hate you," he growled as he grazed that spot inside you that was making your head spin.

"I thought we were past that phase," you blurted out, kissing him again. "Besides…" you said between kisses, "If you hate me… Why are you inside me?"

"I could ask you the same question," he blurted out, mimicking your earlier response. "Why did you let me be?"

"For the same reason you brought me here in the first place," you murmured "because I hate you, and you hate me too, don't you?

“I'm not sure about anything anymore,” he moaned, holding onto your hips. “I'm going to cum,” he warned. “Fuck, I've only been here a short time and I'm going to cum like a fucking teenager at the tender age of twelve.”

“Well, I guess you don't have as much stamina as before,” you gasped, causing him to pull your hair back slightly so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“I've changed my mind. I still hate you,” he blurted out as he emptied himself out of you.

After that, you lay down on his chest and without realizing it, you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing while he combed your hair between his fingers, thinking about what he had done to deserve a girl like you.

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