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F*ck You! (Literally) - T.F.

Synopsis. Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, exes to lovers, angry séx, spítting, degradation, y’all are both mean, rough, jealousy (Toji’s side), bréeding, smackíng, arguíng during it, cúmplay, overstím, oral (female receiving), mentions of Megumi and Shiu, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.7k

A/N. Gojo next week because I miss my man smh.

It’s not often that you contemplate something that would definitely end up with a night in jail - but it seems that somehow whenever you did, your ex-husband Toji was always sure to be the cause of it.

Like that time he had the audacity to ask you out to dinner right outside the divorce attorney’s office, mere moments after signing those papers. Or when he “accidentally” sent you some mouthwateringly shirtless photos - through email, of course, because you had him blocked otherwise. Although, you’d saved those pictures - a secret you’d take to the grave.

And now.

Standing right outside your front door, on the night of what would’ve been your fifth anniversary. His imposing figure filling the frame, that tiny scar you loved and hated so much quirking up ever-so-slightly as he shoots you a sly grin.

He’s here.

Looking as devastatingly handsome as the day you left him.

“Happy anniversary, ex-wifey.”

And just as irritating, too.

That snaps you out of your traitorous little reverie, and before long you’re sputtering out a shaky, “Y-you. What do you think you’re doing here?” Not even waiting for his response before moving to shut the door in his face.

“Oh, believe me,” Toji lets out a humorless little laugh, reaching up a sculpted arm to stop the door in its tracks. “I wouldn’t be here even if I wanted to.”

That was a lie - and Toji knew that. He had half the mind to think that you knew that. But it didn’t matter when you’re glaring up at him so prettily. The confusion evident on your face as you grit out a shrill, “Then why am I seeing your stupid face tonight?”

“Chance? Luck? A blessing?”

Scoffing, “A curse.”

“That mouth’s still as sharp as ever, huh?” He cocks his head in amusement, “Did you not see my email?”

“No, I uh-” you mumble, face burning. And oh you wish you could stop yourself from thinking back to those photos - stop yourself from wanting to smack the smirk off Toji’s face that told you he was, too. “-blocked you on…that…as well.”

“Mhm.” he hums, eyes lingering too long on your comfy pajamas - his favorite ones - and the way you’re squirming so adorably under the intensity of his gaze. “Well, m’just here to pick up one of that brat’s toys. Won’t take long n’ I’ll be out of your sight, doll.”

And you can’t say anything about that familiar little petname, because it hits you with a pang - oh, how you missed Megumi.

He’d thrown a tantrum until he was allowed to visit you occasionally, of course. But still, it was nothing compared to how inseparable the three of you were before your relationship with Toji soured. His line of work too dangerous, the fights more frequent until you’d had enough.

“Ah, yes. Megs probably won’t even leave the house without it.” you chuckle, opening the door wider. “I was surprised to find it the other day since he said that lil’ plushie was his best friend. After me.”

“After me.”

“Liar.”

“Gorgeous.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fitting for our anniversary, huh?” And oh how Toji enjoyed riling you up. To spy that little furrow between your brows as he strides inside your apartment like it was his own - he did know it like the back of his hand. “I already know where the bed is, after all.”

“Yeah, and you know where the door is too.” you mutter, acting like it didn’t make your head spin to think of Toji - in your home. With you. You and Toji. In your home. You and Toji in your home.

You hadn’t seen him since the divorce just four months ago, and here he was looking so unfairly like he fit right in. Taking up much more time than necessary as he walks towards that little wolf toy on your couch. Eyeing up the sappy romance movie paused on-screen, and those familiar photographs on the wall.

You still had that one of the two of you from that beach getaway two years ago, he noted with delight.

“Heh, for someone that hates me so much, s’funny you have my face hung up here.” he smirks, words just dripping with that familiar dark tone that has shivers running down your spine. “Knew you were still into me.” Defiant - challenging, even, because he always did like to push all your buttons.

Don’t fall for it, don’t fall for it, don’t fall for-

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, walking towards where Toji stood. “I jus’ use it to scare off clingy dates in the morning.”

And you loved to push his buttons even more.

“Oh? Dates, huh?” And something about those words make you feel like something’s too-tense. Exciting, even. Especially as he repeats - more to himself than you, “Dates.”

“Jealous?”

“Heh, of whatever scrub took you out? In your dreams, doll.” Maybe it was the way Toji was joking - but didn’t sound like he was at all. Or maybe it was the way he didn’t move as you stepped closer, enough that you’re almost toe-to-toe with him. Probably it was the way he murmurs out a strangled, “M’not jealous.”

Oh.

You watch the way his body stiffens, darkened eyes flitting between you and the picture and you- Smirking “Good, because m’having one over soon.”

“Oh, you little bitch.” He spits out the words, gaze hardening in a way you knew did not bode well for your - or down there. Hitting it where it hurts, “This is why I’m so fuckin’ glad we divorced.”

“Fuck you,” you tilt your head, anger simmering beneath your skin - and you didn’t know who was pissing each other off more. “So then you can get out before my date gets here.” And the emphasis on “date” isn’t lost on him.

“Such a liar.”

“M’not lying.” You were - but you didn’t care if Toji could tell because it was ticking him off just the same. “You could say he’s an-” Now close enough that you could feel the heat of his proximity. A finger stabbing right in his pecs with each word, “-upgrade.”

Suddenly you’re being pulled to his rock-hard chest, all the dips and curves of his body so sinfully obvious against your skin as he questions, “How so?”

“Well, for starters he’s-” you gasp, casting a sidelong glance at the way the muscles in his arms ripple. And it takes everything in you to try and keep your voice steady, “-bigger.” Thighs pressing together at the tiny grunt of disbelief that leaves your ex-husband, too-aware of the strong hand wrapped around your waist. “And sexier.”

“And?”

“And what?” you gulp, raising your head to blink up at him in confusion and oh-

Oh, shit. You weren’t going to make it out alive.

Toji’s eyes were wide, a mirthless smirk spreading across his face, jaw tensing as he leans down to whisper hotly against your ear, words hoarse - stilted, like it pained him to even speak them into existence. “And what other lies are ya gonna make up?”

And you might be a genius - you might just not know what’s good for you.

Because you’re batting your lashes just the way you knew he liked, the words - saccharine sweet, and falling from your lips faster than your whirling brain could even register them. “And he makes me cum so much harder.”

Toji’s lips are crashing against yours - and you knew it was coming. You wanted them to. Bruising, angry - like he was telling you to just shut the fuck up, another word of your imaginary date and it would kill him.

He tasted the same as he did all those months ago. Sweet, like those cheap lollipops he would buy you and that absolute sin of his scar rubbing against your lips.

“Fuck-” he lets out a guttural groan into your lips. Only a sloppy mix of teeth and spit as he kisses you with the collective desperation of a little over four months. “Hate how you’re-” Like he didn’t even care if it left your poor lips swollen and bruised - at least that might give whatever loser coming here a hint. “-still addictive.”

With that, he picks you up like it’s just nothing, your traitorous legs easily wrapping around his toned waist. Letting you pull off that sinfully snug t-shirt to feel the smooth planes of all his muscles. Soft. Warm.

You gasp at how he manhandles you so that your thin pajama pants are just above his achingly hard cock, throbbing, and so so angry against your core. Trousers already so damp with- precum? Your slick?

“Hah- not jealous my ass-” you hiss, grinding down on his bulge.

And Toji’s parting mere millimeters, chuckling darkly at the disappointed little whine that escapes you. “Yeah, well, does he ever get you like this?” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, purposely not giving you what you want. “Does he ever get you this-” Grinding you against his straining erection, two fingers sliding down, just teasing the drenched front of your shorts. “-this fuckin’ wet?”

“Nah,” you pull on Toji’s silky locks, nipping at his collarbone. “He gets me wetter.”

“You little-”

It’s like something snaps - whatever’s left of Toji’s sanity, your patience, possibly you by the end of this. Anything but the thick, suffocating - tension in your living room. Now too small. Too hot.

Before you can react, your back is hitting the soft cushions of your couch. Bouncing at the sheer force of the throw as Toji looms over you.

“Thought you knew where the bed was?” you manage to get out, in the heat of it all.

“Thought you hated me?”

“Gonna kill you if you break this cou-” but the rest of the retort on your tongue dies as Toji’s hands are suddenly everywhere.

Groping your breasts - your waist - your ass. Barely giving you time to even think before fisting your shirt in one hand. Too impatient - too starved - to do anything other than pull down, down, down until it-

RIP!

“Oh you fuckin’ slut.” Toji’s jaw drops into a soft little oh! at the sight of your heavenly breasts before him. No bra - exactly how he liked it. “How I missed these.” Massaging them under his hands, “Is this for him or ya really had no idea I was coming?”

“You’re t-too fuckin’ hah-” you whine as he immediately takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipples. “-full of yourself.”

And you don’t even know if Toji registered the insult - looking like he was on cloud nine as he rolled your other nipple between two fingers. Pulling off with a lewd pop! only to say, “Wonder if you’re the same down there.”

You are - Toji discovers, with wonder.

Hooking a finger underneath the hem of your already-soaked shorts to pull them off. And, hey, Toji hasn’t had this view in months - so he really can’t help himself from bringing them up to his face. Your jaw drops at his pure audacity as he breathes in the scent of your dripping pussy with a strained, “M’keepin’ these, doll.”

“You’re sick.”

“And you’re soaked.” strong hands spread your legs so shamefully. You can’t fight it - how fucking wet and glistening you were for him under the dim-lighting. Toji grins cockily, “Who’s she this wet for, huh? Me or him?”

“Not- not you-” you whine, despite how your sloppy cunt was leaking all over your legs - such a mess. A mess that Toji was shifting down the couch to lick up. Slow, lazy circles right at your inner thighs. Sweet - so sweet, his favorite. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste and oh, how Toji missed this.

Missed teasing you until you broke.

Which, it turns out, happens fairly early.

“Y-you’re just fucking talk.” you hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. Your voice betraying how badly you wanted him. Needed him to do something - anything. “He-”

Toji doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - and you don’t need to - because without another word, he’s surging forward until he was nose-deep in your messy cunt.

Licking one, long stripe up your swollen folds - up and down, up and down, up and- He murmurs into your cunt, “Do ya still like when I-” Hot tongue flicking roughly against your clit. Just barely, and you’re bucking wildly underneath him. “Ah, you do. Old habits die hard, huh?”

Of course, the only response that Toji gets is a wet, pathetic murmur of something - maybe a plea, probably a curse at him to shut up.

But it’s something that has all the blood rushing to his aching cock, something that has him biting down lightly on your inner thigh - just a little punishment.

“What was that?” he purrs, “Didn’t seem to hear you right, wifey.”

It takes everything in you to gasp out, a barely-audible determined little, “I-I said-” fingers threading through Toji’s hair, pulling up his face. Hard, so that he’s forced to meet your eyes instead of admiring your pretty lil’ cunt. “-fuck you.”

And you don’t know what you expected - maybe an insult back, maybe for him to get up and leave you all high and dry right then and there.

But oh you should’ve known your ex-husband better, because he has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh, more to infuriate you than anything as he promptly spits on your quivering pussy.

Once. Twice.

You flinch as some splatters against your thigh, and you both know it’s on purpose. Because Toji Fushiguro always had perfect aim - but when it comes to you, well, he had to knock his bratty lil’ wife down a few pegs.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders to lick all over your sloppy pussy once more. “Fuck me, huh?” he groans out little profanities into your cunt, “Fuck me fuck me fuck me-”

Smack!

You register that delicious little sting on your ass far before the realization that Toji smacked you - and even later do you realize that you liked it. Slick beading through at the painfully good feeling.

Liked the way his rough palm was soothing over the sting, words strangled and slurring together as he smacks his lips against your swollen, sensitive ones. “I’d rather you fuck me than some hah- other loser.”

“S-so fucking mean-” you moan.

“So what?” His thumb draws tight little circles on your throbbing clit, the other hand looping around your waist - bruising - as he drags your sloppy pussy all over his hot mouth. “No one else could do this.” Soft tongue going all the way up from your base, “Get you this wet-” Just dipping into your clenching hole. “-taste you like this.”

“Hngh- fuck-” you groan, as he alternates between flicking your clit so mean and squeezing his tongue into your tight cunt. “Fuck fuck fuck- s’too much-”

Too much? Toji wanted to laugh - if he wasn’t so addicted to the feeling of your gummy walls stretched out so obscenely on his tongue, anyway. He knows you can take it - you always did.

And he tells you that - a little over ten times, actually, as the hand on your waist arches you deeper and deeper onto Toji’s tongue. Fucking you so harshly - merciless. Unrelenting. Like he was taking any and every shred of anger out on your ravaged cunt.

Bucking your hips wildly, you tipping your head down to look at the sight below you and oh-

You gasp at how sinfully blissed out Toji looks between your thighs. Eyes glassy and hooded, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead. Your slick glossing his lips so prettily - and if you angled your head just right you could catch the way it drips down his jawline. Yeah, maybe you really did like his face between your legs.

“Always knew ya did, doll.” he echoes against your glistening lips and shit, did you say that out loud?

It doesn’t matter, because Toji has his lips smushing against yours, such a filthy mess of spit and fingers and tongue - everywhere. Like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to taste more. “Knew your pussy missed me, even when you’re such some other bastard. She’s still so sweet.” Thrusting in and out faster past that first, feeble ring of resistance. “So messy f’me. Fuckin’ my tongue so good for s-someone that hates me.”

And you have half the mind to wonder whether it hurt - how his fingers weren’t cramping up yet, lips aching. Letting you push his face deeper into your pussy, ankles locking around his broad shoulders in a desperate attempt to shut him up. Close.

“Y-you talk ngh- too much.” Blood roaring in your ears, feeling his smirk against your cunt. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“Nah, I know you ah- love it.” Smack! Another handprint on your ass that has you stuttering and jolting on his face. “Can feel you clenching all around me because I-” Toji gives you such an infuriating wink from below, “-eat this pussy the best.”

And you would be mad at how cocky he was being - if you weren’t cumming all over his pretty face.

Stars behind your eyes with each little lick of Toji’s tongue as he fucks you through your high, lapping up all your sweet sweet juices.

“W-wait oh-” you were letting out such delirious little whines. “S’too sensitive- too- hngh-”

“No-” he grits out, voice shot. “No no no no- wan’ it. Need it.” Scrambling to pull your hips back onto his mouth. Fingers just bruising on your skin.

He was like a man possessed, and you can only lay there and take it as Toji tips his head back to let your slick slide, down, down, down his throat. Voice shot, as he grits out, “Oh fuck, been holdin’ out on me.” Eyes unfocused and miles away as he comes up to squish your cheeks together in an embarrassing little pout. “Open that fucking mouth.”

And you barely even realize it when you are - tongue lolling out so sinfully. The only thing jolting you back to whatever senses you have left is Toji spitting in your mouth.

A steady, angry stream of saliva before his lips are clashing once more with yours. Purposefully letting your juices smear all over both your lips, tasting yourself and him and how desperate you were on his tongue-

“O-oh my god.” you break the kiss at the feeling of something so hard against your cunt. Delicate strings of spit snapping as you whirl down to look. Shit, when did he even take off his-

Ah, how Toji loves the breathless little whimper that leaves your lips at the sight of his too-tight boxers, the insults failing you now. Humming, “Like what ya see?”

As if to prove his point, he tugs them down just enough that his rock-hard cock springs free. Fuck, you think you’ll never get used to it, even after so long - Toji was so fucking massive. Flushed red, soaked in beads of precum that drip down, down, down all the way to the tufts of black at his toned pelvis.

So thick and angry that your legs were clenching together just at the mere sight. And Toji notices - how could he not?

“Yeah…” he murmurs, as if continuing a conversation from before. Muscled arms pushing your thighs apart to watch how your sloppy pussy was drooling all over the couch. “She definitely missed me, look how much she’s gushing.” Pooling your juices on his fingertips, “Clean your act up, doll”

“Shut up.” you squeal, embarrassedly, giving Toji a glare that makes his balls squeeze so painfully. Smirking, “You’re not even as big as him.”

Oh.

Well, Toji didn’t like that - not one bit, in fact, as he shoves his dripping wet fingers in your mouth - pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knows will have your pretty eyes welling up with tears.

“Then why aren’t you with him, you little bitch. Think I like you better when you’re f-fucked dumb.” he spits dangerously against your lips. Fisting his cock to lazily drag up and down your puffy folds. “Don’t you hah- agree?”

He doesn’t get to find out if you agree - and he doesn’t care, either. Besides, you wouldn’t be able to give an answer even if you wanted to. Because his swollen cock was too thick, the stretch too sinful, too dizzying as Toji splits you apart on his unforgiving cock.

“Mmmpf- fuck! Hah-” you mewl, torn between running away from his cock and bucking down for more more more-

“More?” he laughs, “Ya ask him for more like this too?”

And oh how so very cute and pliant you were being stuffed full. He barely gives you the time to adjust because - why would he? Toji has his mouthy wife all breathless and splayed out so shamefully, desperately trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth.

Barely even halfway in, yet he rocks into you in shallow, teasing little grinds just to fit himself inside your tight pussy. So mean. Not giving a fuck about those teary whimpers leaving your mouth.

“They ever ngh- fuck you like this?” he rasps, dropping his head to leave little bites down your tender neck. “Ever h-having you crying for his dick like ngh- this?” And despite all his confidence, Toji didn’t want to hear the answer - didn’t want to know the truth. “Such a slut.”

Your nails rake angrily down his sculpted shoulders - a warning, and it’s about the only thing you can do as Toji speeds up. Faster. Deeper.

“Heh, what? Markin’ me up for others to hah- see?” he cooes, mockingly. And you could just cry as his grin widens, finally - finally - pulling his fingers out. “Why don’t you ngh- use your words instead?”

And you should probably breathe, probably tell him to fuck you exactly the way he wants to - to confess to him that this is all you’ve ever wanted on those lonely nights these past four months. But the both of you know that it’s more fun this way.

So instead, you smile sweetly, “F-fuck you. They do - a lot better, too.”

If only your voice hadn’t cracked so unconvincingly at the end - if only you hadn’t let out such a pornographic moan as Toji pulls your face to meet his. Kissing you over and over and his hips-

“I’m the one fucking you, doll.” he bites down on your lower lip, tugging and pushing at a senseless little rhythm - the complete opposite of his hips. “Remember that.” And that’s all that’s said before Tojis finally bottoming out all the way to the hilt. Heavy balls smacking sinfully against your ass, fat head just kissing your cervix. “It’s me. I don’t give a hah- shit if it’s been f-four mouths, it’ll always be ngh- me.”

The couch creaked in protest as Toji fucked you like it was the last thing he’d do. Like he was trying to fuck every thought of whoever came after him right out of you - along with those silly little thoughts about the divorce.

“B-but-” your eyes widen as Toji runs his mouth - as hasty and urgent as his movements now. Fingers snaking up to toy with your still-sensitive clit, not even drawing circles anymore - just messy, little patterns just to get you off. “We’re already-”

“You s-still think we’re oh- nothing but exes?” he questions, sounding as surprised as you felt. “We can’t stay ah- God, we can’t stay apart and you fuckin’ know it. So…”

You gulp, already knowing the answer to the question he was just goading you into asking. “So?”

“So…” Toji muses, giving your swollen lips a short, chaste peck. Whispering against them, “M’gonna hah- fuck you till everyone knows you’re mine.”

A promise that Toji Fushiguro was well and fully intent on fulfilling. And you didn’t doubt that he’d have any trouble with it, in fact.

Because he’s rutting into you so animalistically now, so so sloppy. Torn between savoring the feeling of your plushy walls squeezing him to insanity and abusing your poor cervix. Prominent veins making you feel a maddening little thump thump thump as he roams for that one-

“Ah! Hngh- Toji!”

Found it.

And Toji had everything he needed - you, his wife, spread so sinfully and stuffed to the brim with him. Hitting your sweet spot over and over-

“No loser’s gonna fuck you like this.” he breathes against your ear. “Have you ngh- feeling this good.”

“I- ngh- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-” you let out, hips mindlessly bucking down in a pathetic attempt to meet his rough thrusts. “S’too- hah- oh my god. S’too good-”

“Shut up.” Oh he sounds so absolutely wrecked. Sanity crumbling away bit by bit every time he’s plunging his cock - so painfully hard - into your wet pussy. “Do you even ah- realize how sexy you look right now?” Toji throws his head back, eyes still locked on you like it killed him to look away. “Never lettin’ anyone else s-see ya like this. They’re gonna look at you and see me-”

You don’t even know what he’s babbling about anymore. Just that his achingly hard cock was making such a mess of you, pulling back only to go deeper. Massaging all the right spots as fucked you harder into the couch.

“Me-” he gasps. “That date is gonna fuck- know,” Hips stuttering and absolutely filthy, “That cashier d-down the ngh- street that eyes you up every time is gonna know-” Angry. Desperate. So, so needy. “Your fucking lawyer- ngh- s’gonna know. They’ll s-see you and see me me me me-”

At this point you can only nod deliriously, letting out a broken little, “Hngh- yeah, wan’ that, Toji. Wan’ you so bad.”

Toji presses another chaste kiss - this time to your forehead. Whispering a quiet, “Then cum f’me, doll.”

You do - the hardest you ever think you ever have in your entire life. Thighs shaking, vision spotty, sparks of white-hot electricity going all the way from your hazy brain to where Toji was fucking you through it.

Muffling your moans with his mouth as he gives one, harsh thrust. Then spilling into your gummy walls, painting it all an obscene white with rope after rope of hot cum.

So wet and hot - with him. All him.

And you look so cute taking it all like the good little wife that you are, that he can’t help but press down on your lower stomach. Awe-struck at how your cunt gushes around him, coating his twitching cock as Toji fucks his seed deeper and deeper into you.

But, hell, that wasn’t his favorite part - not by a long shot. Instead, it was probably when you pulled him into his arms, whispering sweet little nonsense in his ear about “how you missed this” and “that date wasn’t real anyway” as he fucks the two of you through your highs. Sweet. Familiar.

“Oh, God-” he mutters into the crook of your neck, slightly calmer now. Much more clear-minded than the two of you were mere seconds before. “We broke the couch.”

And it was true - one side was sagging much more than the other. Though you can only let out a giggle in response. Doesn’t matter, the two of you’ll pick out a new one tomorrow - he always hated this new one, anyway. “Happy anniversary, wifey.”

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“Damn kid, that ol’ dad of yours sure is running late.” Shiu crosses and uncrosses his legs with slight nervousness. Eyeing the small, dark-haired boy playing with blocks a few feet away, “Maybe we should-”

“It’s okay. He’ll be back.” Megumi deadpans, sounding like the absolute last thing on his mind was why his dad was taking way too long for what should’ve been a half an hour errand. Shiu - on the other hand - had his mind whirling with imaginations of traffic accidents or murders or- what if the two of you killed each other- “And he’ll bring back mama too.”

You could almost hear the record screech to a halt. The older man stared wide-eyed at a slightly-smiling Megumi. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait- no, what did you-”

“Nothing.”

Because, hey, Megumi might’ve had to go without his favorite wolf plushie for a bit - but a magician never reveals his tricks, right?

A/N. So how does it feel to be played by a kid, hm?

Plagiarism not authorized.

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The Chosen One : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: as part of the f1 media team you get to meet a lot of the drivers, however there’s one driver who seems to take an extra special liking to you

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ynusername: another fun week at the paddock, look out for some AM content coming your way on race day 🏎️💚

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username1: we love new yn content!! 🫶🏻

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f1content: rumours continue to swirl as charles and yn are spotted enjoying their downtime together in the miami heat ☀️

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username7: if this is true i swear i'll throw a party and everyone is invited 🙏🏻

username8: surely i can't be the only one thinking they look so well suited together

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username12: i refuse to accept that these two gorgeous humans are not dating

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ynusername: another week = another garage. thanks to alpine for a great couple of days 🥺

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username17: my favourite creator and my favourite team, thank you f1 gods 🙏🏻

landonorris: fuming!! remember when you told me mclaren was your favourite team

estebanocon: don't think i've laughed like that for a long time, you're the best!! 😂

ynusername: @/estebanocon all thanks to the talented driver who joined me

georgerussell63: i swear these days you're more popular online then the actual drivers

username18: another week of impatiently waiting for yn to film with ferrari 🙄

charles_leclerc: EXCUSE ME WHAT ABOUT ME!?!? 🤯

username19: poor charles is gonna have a breakdown if yn doesn't appear soon

pierregasly: can't believe you refused to take the alpine shirt that i gave you 🙂‍↔️

ynusername: @/pierregasly do you know how many drivers would never speak to me again if i accepted???

username20: i wish the drivers adored me as much as they adore yn ngl

lancestroll: heartbroken that you've already left aston martin for the opposition

username21: how can one person be wanted by so many teams??

carlossainz55: i'll give you a million dollars to come and save my teammate 😂

username22: not charles being publicly thirsty for yn omg

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ynusername: apparently this is the only garage im allowed in these days 🤷🏻‍♀️

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username23: according to who yn wtf??? please tell me this is charles' doing 🙏🏻

carlossainz55: i always thought that red was your colour anyway

oscarpiastri: btw papaya definitely looks better than that!! 🧡

lancestroll: no way, green is definitely more your style yn! 💚

maxverstappen1: excuse me no one can compete with yn in navy blue thank you 💙

username24: not all the boys fighting over yn like she belongs to any of them

username25: clearly no one has ever seen yn in baby pink *chefs kiss* 🩷

charles_leclerc: it's about time you finally listened to me...

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc i'm yet to be fully convinced...

username26: the mic in hand...does that mean...content?? 🎤

username27: yn in red and charles in red seem like the perfect pair ngl

danielricciardo: just ignore them all and come and interview me instead, we'll have the best time 🥺

ynusername: @/danielricciardo omw now 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

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ynusername: the interview you’ve all been waiting for, see what I got up to with the men in red during race weeekend 🏎️❤️

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carlossainz55: the best time with you, we love you yn!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

username28: about time i can't believe it

landonorris: as much as i hate to admit it, you three are a pretty funny trio 😂

ynusername: @/landonorris i'll take that as a compliment coming from you!

username29: now THIS is the content that we've all been waiting for

username30: my heart just stopped for a moment to make sure that this is true 🥺

danielricciardo: i still confidently argue that we'd have a better time

username31: not me watching this on repeat for the whole weekend

charles_leclerc: my belly still hurts from laughing so hard...i hope you're proud of yourself 😂😂

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc ngl feelin' pretty smug rn

username32: screw the race, this is the content we came to see

arthur_leclerc: don't tell charles but he's not stopped talking about how great you are since this interview 🤭

charles_leclerc: @/arthur_leclerc you know this is a public comments section, right??

username33: do you know how long i've been waiting to see a post like this??

username34: all my christmasses just came at once

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charles_leclerc: KING OF MONACO 👑🏎️

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username35: we're so proud of you charles congratulations! ❤️❤️

ynusername: such an awesome drive, couldn't be happier for you 🏎️🏁

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername thank you for coming to cheer me on!!

username36: about time...bow down to the king 👑

maxverstappen1: congrats brother, i'll catch you next time

landonorris: i can see how hard you you're trying not to cry here hahah

username37: you deserve this more than anyone else in the world 💕💕

oscarpiastri: no one deserved to win more than you today, thrilled for you bro

username38: enjoy the celebrations, they're so well deserved king 💞💞

carlossainz55: the only time i'll ever say that i'm happy to lose to my teammate hahah

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 just call me the smooth operator lol

username39: someone please stop the tears from falling now 😭

georgerussell63: damn that was a pretty good drive charle

username40: i've never been so on the edge of my seat in my life

lewishamilton: enjoy the monaco celebrations tonight!! 🍾

username41: i'm not even driving yet i feel like all my dreams have come true

pierregasly: we're all so proud of you, all the hard work was worth it my friend

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f1wags: is this the proof that we needed? during the summer break charles and yn have been seen lapping up the french sun on a local private yacht 🤔🏎️

username42: nobody speak to me i am officially deceased 😭

username43: surely no one can argue with this now

username44: thank you f1 gods for listening to my prayers 🙏🏻

username45: look at those smiles, they're perfect for each other

username46: obsessed obsessed obsessed 🤩🤩🤩🤩

username47: it doesn't feel right to be so happy for two people who don't know who i am

username48: i hope they know just how happy all us fans are for them

username49: my heart is so happy rn ❤️❤️❤️

username50: just hope that all the fans can get behind them and help them see how adorable they are

username51: it's my birthday today, and now my wish has come true!!

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charles_leclerc: shout-out to my biggest fan, thank you for always cheering me on 🫶🏻💕

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username52: not charles coming at us with the hard launch like this ❤️❤️

landonorris: at least now i'm not the only one who has to listen to you gush about yn

username53: i was not prepared for such an adorable set of photos 🥺

pierregasly: oh you have a girlfriend?? you should've mentioned it hahah 🙄

username54: how did these two ever think we wouldn't find out about their relationship

georgerussell63: excuse me, double date is when? 🤔

carmenmmundt: i second what george just said 🫡

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt i'm all yours whenever you want me

ynusername: couldn't be prouder of you...you never fail to blow me away 🩷🩷

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername i try my best just for you my love

username55: did i mention how obsessed with these two i am yet?

username56: my heart is racing a thousand miles an hour seeing these

carlossainz55: can't believe you tried to pretend that you two weren't dating to the whole team, as if it's not horrifically obvious?? 🙄🙄

username57: i'm so happy to see charles with someone whose rooting for him like yn does

username58: btw if there was a competition for cutest couple these two would definitely win 💯

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ynusername: I could get used to all this romance stuff with you 🥺💞

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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bluewasthecolor · 1 year

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Gurl thank u soo much 🙏😘

Also who were u rooting for in the men's world cup and who r u gonna root for in the women's world cup

okay to be honest i don’t follow men’s football super closely however i was happy to see argentina win! as for the women’s, the uswnt is number one because patriotism or whatever. i’m also partial to spain (not now because of the shit going on but spain at the euros and before was *chef’s kiss*), australia, japan, brazil, and (don’t kill me i know as an uswnt fan i’m not supposed to root for them) england.

#talk to me!#i feel so traitorous every time i admit that i wouldn’t be mad if england wins #my gorgeous amazing and beautiful wife

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The Fine Print

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (CEO!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 4,126

Summary: You've been working under Bucky for almost a year and he's always been a grumpy ass and even though when the lines get blurred you can't seem to stay away.

Author's Note: These new pics and all the new gym shots and vids and yum! Just being fed so well! I like the idea of a grumpy CEO who just wants you and he's mad about it. No excuse for being a dick but he's not really all bad. And anyway, I'd never tell him no...haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Thank you Daisy for the lovely divider @firefly-graphics😘

Warnings: Grumpy ass Bucky (he's a total ass sometimes but has moments of softness), sassy reader, lots of tension, flirting, curses, fingering, light dirty talk

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You’re late. Only twenty minutes but it’s long enough that your grumpy ass of a boss will have your head for it.

Grumpy…and an ass but entirely too gorgeous.

You pick up the pace, precariously balancing your files and bags and hoping you don’t faceplant on the newly shined floors.

Getting a flat tire on the highway this morning wasn’t on your long to-do list for today, but it still happened and now you’ll have to deal with a very cranky Mr. Barnes.

You round the corner and enter your office, ready to give your usual sunshine filled greeting.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes!”

He’s standing at your desk, arms crossed over his broad chest and his eyes hard.

“Is it a good morning?” he asks, not bothering to move out of the way as you try to slip around him. “What time is it?”

You stop and meet his glare.

“I had some car trouble this morning. I got a flat on my way in.”

Your voice comes out steady and strong and relief floods through you. This was the first time you were late, and you were not going to be reprimanded.

“Trouble is quite the fitting word for what I’ve been dealing with in your absence.”

You glance up at him and his antagonizing stare, and blink away your surprise at his words.

“I would have thought you would at least ask me if I was ok Mr. Barnes,” you say sweetly and with a smile. “After all, how could I possibly manage to fix a flat tire all on my own.”

His jaw clenches tightly.

“Obviously you managed,” he counters. “And you look just fine.”

Beautiful blue eyes wander languidly down your body before making their slow perusal back up to study your face.

You try to school your features and when he raises an expectant brow you bite back with, “Thankfully I am fine, and I got help but I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the burden of picking up a telephone and sending an e-mail all on your own this morning. It won’t happen again.”

He takes a step closer to you and you stop yourself from swaying forward to get a hint of his scent.

Traitorous body. If only the fucker wasn’t so fucking hot.

“You’re right. It won’t,” he replies with a smug smile. “And just so you don’t forget, I’d like to see…”

He spends the next minute rattling off several project pieces he’d like to see completed and on his desk by the end of the day.

“And then you can make up the half an hour you missed by getting together a mock presentation for our meeting tomorrow.”

When your nostrils flare, he smiles triumphantly and dips his head, so his warm breath caresses the shell of your ear.

“I’ll see you in the conference room at six.”

He turns away and slams his office door behind him and you let out an exasperated puff of air.

“It was only twenty minutes asshole.”

You mutter the words under your breath as you plop into your office chair and continue to curse his name in grumbles.

There’s a light knock on the door before it opens and you know you’re about to hear the voice of your friend and coworker, Jess.

“I know you’re working through lunch,” she says. “So at least let me get you something.”

You don’t look up but smile nonetheless, your fingers flying over the keyboard with ease.

“Honestly, I don’t even think I have time to eat,” you say before hitting the period button hard and meeting her eyes.

Jess gives you a sympathetic look. “I’ll grab you something nutritious.”

She waves before gently shutting the door. You lean over to check your desk drawer for snacks, the mention of lunch reminding you that you are in fact, hungry. At the same time that you see you have nothing to eat you notice a tear in your stockings.

“Son of a bitch,” you grumble. “I just bought these.”

Less than a minute later your door opens again and without looking up from your screen you whine, “do you know what, after the morning I’ve had I think I’ll take something sweet…maybe a cookie. Or twelve. Or chocolate of any kind.”

When you receive no acknowledgement, in return you glance up and see that Jess is not standing at your door.

You quickly tug the hem of your skirt down, noting how Bucky’s eyes track the movement and linger on your legs.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes, I didn’t realize…”

“Since your morning has been so awful,” he starts, his sly smile growing, “why don’t you run down to the café and pick us both up some lunch.”

Your lips purse and once again his eyes seem glued to every action you take.

“Mr. Barnes, Jess has just come in and said she would grab me something to eat so I can continue working through lunch.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you continue.

“I have A LOT to get done.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it work,” he says before rattling off his lunch order.

He turns on his heel and takes two long strides back to his office, pulling the door closed hard behind him.

“What the f…?”

You don’t even finish the sentence when he opens the door again and pokes his head out.

“Make sure you get yourself something to eat. We’re going to be here late.”

The door slams shut again, and you abruptly stand, your rolling chair flying back into the wall as you storm off.

“Why does he care if I eat or not?” you ask yourself as you angrily stuff things into your bag and throw it over your shoulder.

The rest of the day goes by far too quickly and you find yourself cursing out the copy machine as you wait for the rest of your papers to go through. Checking your phone you see you’re already almost ten minutes late to your afterhours ‘meeting.’

You rush down the dim hall of the now empty building, your presentation materials clutched tightly to your chest and glance again at your phone.

Fifteen minutes. Shit.

As you near the conference room, you try to calm your breathing and slow to a walk. A soft light shines from under the door, and you know he’s in there waiting for you.

Taking a deep breath you knock.

“Come in.”

You walk into the large room, never failing to take in the view of the city that the floor to ceiling windows along one wall highlight.

At the head of the large dark wood conference table, sits Bucky. His suit jacket is hanging haphazardly over the back of his chair, his tie is loose around his neck, and the crisp white sleeves of his button down are rolled up to his elbows.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. The copy machine…”

Realizing you’ve been apologizing all day, and it has made no difference, you stop yourself and lift your chin, walking over to where he sits and placing down your papers, sorting through them as quickly as possible so you can begin.

“Have you eaten dinner?” he asks.

His question takes you completely by surprise and you meet his piercing blue eyes with a confused expression.

“I uh…I had lunch.”

“That doesn’t answer my question sweetheart.”

At his sugared endearment, your eyes widen, and your breath catches in your throat, but you regain your composure.

“No. I haven’t.”

He just nods and gestures to the papers, clearly waiting for you to get started.

You lean over the table, searching for the paper you need and in your disheveled state don’t realize your entire lower body is practically draped over him.

“I just need to find…”

The words catch in your throat when you feel his fingers softly touch your thigh, slowly inching higher to reveal the tear in your stocking. His fingertips trace the sheared fabric and press against your skin, igniting it with heat.

Every muscle in your body tenses, your heart pounds in your chest and your brain screams at you to push him away but you don’t dare move.

“Look at me,” he demands, pressing his fingertips harder into your skin.

You straighten and turn to face him, his hand sliding up and over the curve of your hip to settle on your waist.

“Mr. Barnes?” you ask, keeping your eyes trained on his.

“James. Call me James.”

The intensity of his stare makes your breath catch and when he doesn’t answer and instead continues letting his hand trace your curves you battle with your emotions.

“The next time you have car trouble,” and his hand slips under your skirt again, “you call me.”

“What? Why would I?”

His fingertips graze the lace top of your stocking before he lifts your skirt higher and drops his eyes between your legs.

“Because I said so,” he murmurs, teasing along your inner thigh.

Your hand falls to the table to steady yourself and you willingly spread your legs open when he gives them a slight push.

“That’s hardly a good reason,” you breathe out.

“Fuck,” he growls, and his eyes fall closed.

You glance down at his lap and see him straining against the expensive fabric of his pants.

He smooths two fingers along the line of your panties, lightly pressing against your swollen and sensitive clit. His eyes open and he looks furious, fisting the thin material in his hand and in one quick movement, tearing it off.

He pulls you down roughly onto his lap, your skirt riding up over your hips to accommodate the wide spread of your legs as you straddle him.

An involuntary moan slips past your parted lips when he grabs your ass and drags you down over his hard cock.

When he opens his mouth to speak you grab his tie between your fingers and use it to pull his mouth to yours. Every sweep of his lips is heaven, and you release his tie to rake your fingers through his hair.

He makes a low, angry noise deep in his throat and you trail your lips along his jaw, kissing your way down the strong column of his neck.

His hand slides from your ass and slips between your legs, his fingers brushing through the wetness just before there’s a knock on the door.

You both go completely still and wait. When a second knock sounds, he quietly curses and gently lifts you off his lap.

You quickly pull your skirt down and smooth your hands over your hips. He watches your every move as he runs a hand through his mussed hair and sits up in the chair, hiding his legs and erection under the table.

“What?” he growls, loud enough for whomever is on the other side to hear.

“Mr. Barnes, we’re scheduled to do maintenance in here tonight.”

He curses again and continues to stare at you.

“I’m just finishing a meeting. Give me five minutes.”

“Of course, Mr. Barnes,” the maintenance manager, says, “take your time.”

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he splays his hands out over the tabletop. Hastily he stands and tries to straighten his tie, his eyes landing on your ripped panties that lie on the floor.

He grabs them and rubs the silky fabric between his fingers.

“Make sure you eat something,” he says and then shrugs on his suit jacket, tucking your panties into the breast pocket.

You’re clutching the table and staring as he grabs his briefcase and starts toward the door.

“It’s late. I’m going to have security walk you to your car,” he states, finally meeting your eyes.

His groan is pained as his gaze travels down your body and then he disappears out the door.

You fall back into a chair and try to calm your breathing. You’d have to be out of here in a minute and you didn’t want to look suspicious. Seeing movement outside the door you begin gathering your things and stand on still shaky legs.

With a deep inhale you straighten your shoulders and walk out the door with a serene smile, greeting the head of security and thanking him for escorting you out.

What the fuck just happened?

The next morning you’re making your way into the office when he walks in. You do nothing more than greet him with a curt nod, giving him a wide berth of space as you make your way to your desk.

You can feel his eyes on you, the lick of heat traveling down your spine. You’re wearing your favorite dress and while it’s appropriate for the workspace it accentuates all the right spots, and you smile to yourself as you bend down to retrieve something from your desk drawer.

Regardless of what transpired last night you are not going to let it affect your work. You felt powerful and confident in this dress and Mr. Barnes can fuck off.

You peek over your shoulder to find him standing halfway in the doorway of his office and staring. You raise your brows and blink.

He clears his throat and mumbles a short “good morning,” then steps into his office and slams the door.

You roll your eyes and promise yourself he’ll be the last thing on your mind as you set out to get as much work done today as possible.

As lunch approaches you grab your bag and reach for your wallet. Your fingers close around a crumpled piece of paper, and you start to smile when you’re reminded of what it is.

You knock on his office door and saunter inside when he says, “come in.” The receipt hits his desk with a smack and without an explanation you turn and walk back out.

You almost make it to the first step in the stairwell when you hear footsteps approach behind you.

“Where the hell do you think you’re running off to?” he calls.

You continue walking and make it down one flight of steps before saying, “to get lunch.”

He meets you on the landing and clutches your elbow, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall.

Your eyes narrow contemptuously.

He whips the receipt out and in front of your face. “Want to explain this sweetheart?”

You let out a wry chuckle. “You know for such a smart guy you really are an ass sometimes. It’s a receipt.”

“I can see that,” he says through clenched teeth. “What I want to know is why you’re making purchases for…lingerie…on my company credit card.”

“Some jerk ripped up my favorite pair of panties last night.”

You shrug your shoulders and try to skirt past him.

His hand meets the wall next to your head, his fingers curling and crumpling the receipt and you can feel how tightly the muscles in his body are flexed when he presses closer.

He looks tormented for the split second before his lips crash down on yours and your treacherous body melts into the kiss.

His cock throbs against your stomach as he tries to hike your dress up over your thighs. Reluctantly he steps back, making enough space so he can slowly slide your dress higher, above your panties and look his fill.

“I like this pair even more than last nights,” he simpers.

His fingers hook into the lace at your hip, and you grab his shirt. “Don’t you dare Barnes.”

“You can buy as many new pairs as you want.”

He once again easily tears them from your hips.

Your lips part in shock but he swallows your sassy remark with his mouth. The roughness of his kiss is a sharp contrast to the way his fingers softly tease between your legs.

You need more but you’ll be damned if you’re going to beg him for it. As if he can read your inner thoughts, his eyes light up in triumph when he pulls away to meet your gaze.

“As much as I want to hear you beg me for it sweetheart, I already know how badly you want it. You’re soaked for me.”

“You’re such an ass…”

He slides a finger inside you and your combined groans echo in the empty stairwell, the insult dying on your lips.

His stare is intense as he dips his head to your ear, warm lips brushing ever so gently when he whispers, “say please and I’ll give you what you want.”

Instead, you nip at his jaw, stifling the moan of need that threatens to rise in your throat. He continues pumping one finger in and out, sweat beginning to bead on his brow and his teeth gritted.

You hiss out a curse that’s followed by a breathy “please.”

You’re expecting him to be smug but instead he slows his movements and languidly pushes a second finger inside you, clearly relishing the way your eyelids flutter closed and you clench around him.

“That’s it sweetheart. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers.”

His words practically send you over the edge but it’s the press of his thumb to your clit that makes your legs start to shake and his name fall from your lips like a prayer.

When his head falls to your neck and he places soft kisses along your skin, traveling up to your ear to whisper, “come for me gorgeous,” you let go and dig your fingernails into his strong shoulders, finishing with a muffled cry.

He draws out your pleasure with the slow push and pull of his fingers before sliding them out and holding them between you, his skin glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights.

His fingers press to his lips, parting them as he licks them clean, clearly savoring every drop of your taste.

“I knew you’d be sweet,” he croons.

“James,” you whimper when your hands fall to his pants.

He grabs your wrist to stop you and pushes your hand away. With soft movements he fixes your dress, smoothing his hands along your curves.

“But…” you start, and he silences you with a kiss.

You’re breathless and your head is fuzzy by the time he pulls away and with a wink he steps back and says, “lunch is over. We have a meeting to attend.”

He turns on his heel and jogs back up the steps with ease. Your narrowed eyes follow him before you let out a frustrated huff and walk on wobbly legs in the same direction.

You had forgotten all about the meeting…the one you were supposed to go over the plans for the night before.

When you walk into the large conference room everyone is already seated and Bucky is of course at the head of the table. His eyes are trained on you as you walk to the front and place your things down near him.

The presentation you’re giving shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, but there’s a lot riding on it and after what just happened, you’re obviously feeling flustered.

You open your document and greet and address the room, doing everything in your power to keep your focus on where it belongs and not on him.

But when you pause your eyes lock with his and your ability to speak is momentarily stolen. His gaze is intense, the heat simmering there almost palpable.

With a clear of your throat you continue, fumbling slightly but thankfully recovering quick enough that no one seems to notice. No one but him.

His perfect lips raise in a lopsided grin, and he runs his tongue along the seam of his lips. It’s clear where his thoughts are, and you must tear your eyes away to unscramble your head. He’s obviously trying to fluster you and quickly your nerves are replaced with anger, and you use it to fuel the rest of your presentation, finishing it with ease.

You sit with a smile and lift your chin, challenging him with your eyes. He stares right back.

“Thank you,” he says, addressing you by your first name as he stands and commands the room. “That was an excellent presentation. Clearly, you were well prepared.”

You can’t tell if his words are mocking or meaningful and it sets you on edge. He moves around the room and answers any lingering questions before ending the meeting with a dismissive hand.

As people stand and gather their things, Bucky comes up behind you, pressing his chest close to your back as he leans in to pretend to grab something from the table.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to make it thought that” he chuckles.

To everyone else it appears he’s making a funny remark, but you can feel your skin heat at his proximity and taunting words.

“Ugh,” you say through gritted teeth. “You would have loved that wouldn’t you?”

You can feel your eyes fill with unshed tears, the emotions of the day finally catching up to you and when his gaze finds yours his expression morphs from haughty to soft in an instant.

It only sends you reeling again, the confusion flooding through you and before he can say more you gather your things and rush out the door. Unexpectedly, he’s hot on your heels all the way to the elevator.

There are several other people on it so when you stop at the next floor and more employees file in, you’re squeezed toward the back, pushed farther into him, your ass against his crotch.

He’s hard and you feel the rest of him stiffen with the sharp intake of his breath. You take a step away from him, as much as you can in the confined space, but he reaches forward and grips your hip to pull you back.

“Don’t move,” he whispers into your neck.

“I’m two seconds away from shoving my heel up your ass,” you seethe.

He leans even closer, keeping a firm grasp on your hip.

“You were deliberately trying to make me fuck that up!”

You turn your head to peer at him and his mouth falls open, brows furrowed.

“What?” he says.

“You heard me.”

When you reach the floor just before the top, everyone else exits the elevator and the doors close, leaving you both pressed together in the corner.

It starts to move again, and you jerk backward, falling against him as he leans into the wall.

His sudden growl startles you and then he slams his hand into the stop button on the control panel.

His body cages you against the wall and his breathing is harsh.

“I would never want you to fuck anything up,” he exhales. “It’s impossible for me to think about anything but you…how good you taste, and I haven’t even gotten my mouth on you.”

You hide your surprise at his confession.

“Yet.” He adds in a promised whisper.

“This is my career at stake Mr. Barnes. You’re the one with all the power here. What do you have to lose?”

“Me? All the power?” He laughs dryly. “You’re the one who does this to me…the only one.”

You feel him throb against your stomach and you can see the truth in his eyes.

“Then don’t be such a dick all the time.”

You mean the words to come out harsh but instead they’re a quiet whisper and your expression softens.

It’s all he needs before his lips crash to yours and he slides his hands down to your ass, squeezing his way to the hem of your dress.

“I had to sit there and watch you present, the whole fucking time knowing you had nothing on under here.”

His touch is delicate as he spreads your legs and slides a finger through your folds, already wet and aching.

“I was sitting there hard as a rock just thinking about bending you over that table, tasting you, fucking you.”

Your fingers close around his biceps, the soft fabric of his suit jacket bulging under the strained muscles.

“Is that what you want?” he asks as his fingers continue to tease you.

“Yes,” you answer as you grab hold of his tie and bring his lips closer.

He kisses you, never touching you where you need it most and when he pulls away, he presses the elevator button, causing it to start moving again.

He removes his fingers and reaches up to straighten his tie and when the doors open, he backs out, his voice low and deep when he says, “I need to see you in my office. Immediately.”

He turns and glides from the elevator, his long strides carrying him quickly toward his office and you can’t do anything but follow.

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afterglow

pairing: charles leclerc x australian! reader

summary: y/n made a rash decision, or in which charles fights for his girl

warning: age gap relationship, hate, teeniest angst to fluff

a/n: pt 3 guyss

find pt 1 here and pt 2 here!!!

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hi!! i saw that you had your request open and i was thinking maybe poly! marauders + lily taking out (or asking) reader on a first date? i think it would be cute.

i read your last fic on them and i loved how you wrote for them! also i just want to say i love your writing!!

poor shy reader - thoughts and prayers fr

marauders + lily x shy!reader who go on a date

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5

CW: continuation from this fic, fem!reader is in Hufflepuff, some nerves/anxiety, fluff

You’ve made a mistake.

You’ve made a mistake and think it might be too late to do anything.

“Are you almost ready? The Gryffindor’s bullied a first year into letting them into the common room and now they’re downstairs waiting for you.” One of your roommates advised you in a bored tone as she moved to sit on her bed.

You’ve made a mistake.

“Can you tell them I’m poorly or something?” You begged; tone inlaid with a shrill quality you tried to clear away. “I can’t do this.”

She looked at you like you had grown three heads. “What? You can’t go on a date with four of the hottest people in our year? Get a grip.”

“Please.” You tried again.

“I’m not a bloody owl, L/N.” She spat as she opened up a magazine, effectively shutting you out.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again; the fourth outfit you tried on for your date with the four Gryffindor’s you’d stupidly agreed to while still sat in Remus’ lap at the Gryffindor party where you’d actually sodding kissed Lily Evans.

You’ve made a mistake.

“Hey gorgeous.” You heard at your dorm room door, causing your room mate to groan dramatically as she fell backwards on her bed.

Lily’s auburn eyebrows furrowed at her before her eyes flit back to you; any tension immediately melting into a look far too soft to be for you. “Are you ready to go?”

No.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time; you were about to be escorted to Hogsmeade by the most beautiful people to grace the halls of Hogwarts arguably ever and you couldn’t help but feel entirely too plain.

Lily breathed out a chuckled through her nose and moved to stand behind you, looking at your reflection in the mirror as she moved a lock of your hair behind your shoulder. “As much as I too would love to sit here and admire your reflection, I’m afraid it’s not wise to leave the boys alone unattended for too long.” She murmured as she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

They were going to be the death of you.

As if punctuating the end of Lily’s sentence and your thoughts, you heard a faint popping sound from the common room and the sound of chuckling.

“We ought to go.” Lily said, casually (for her…not for you) taking your hand and all but dragging you out of your room.

When you got downstairs, it was to the sight of first year Hufflepuffs glaring as menacingly as first year Hufflepuffs could as they all marched past the Marauders.

“What did you boys do now?” Lily chided playfully as they all turned to see you.

Their mischievous smiles quickly turned soft and sweet as they took you in.

“Oh my gods!” James exclaimed as he stepped towards the two of you. “My sweet Lily flower, where did you find this angel?”

Your gaze dropped immediately to your feet as Lily - the traitor - moved away from your side to stand near Remus.

“I’d ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven but, I don’t see a single imperfection, Gorgeous.” Sirius continued.

You huffed and crossed your arms as you looked across the room to see the first years still glaring at the group of you as they shed their - quite ashey - robes.

“Erm, why are the first years shaking ash off their robes?” You asked cautiously.

As if they had only just remembered that they’d been causing mischief a mere few moments ago, James and Sirius stepped into action.

“Oh right!” James said with an awkward laugh. “We, uhm, we should get going.”

And before you could ask any follow up questions (or ask to reschedule, perhaps), you had Sirius on one of your arms and James on the other and were being ushered from the Hufflepuff common room.

Helga help me.

The other four did most of the talking on your walk to Hogsmeade, which you were eternally grateful for. But you were now standing in line at Zonko’s - to which the boys insisted they go and Lily had left it up to you and…well…have you seen those boys? How were you expected to say no? - and you felt like every other student’s eyes were on you.

What is she doing with them? You could imagine them snickering to each other.

Think this is one of their pranks? Their friends would respond.

Evans usually isn’t the type but… it could be funny to watch anyhow.

Your body was itchy and your skin felt hot; you needed to get out of the store.

“Hey.” James murmured quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder as his body created a barrier between you and the other patrons of the store; strong arms wrapping protectively around your front as the other three pretended not to notice. “I think we lost you there for a second; you okay?”

You nodded, not quite trusting your voice not to betray your anxiety.

“Do you regret agreeing to come out with us?” He asked quietly; no ire or contempt detected in his voice. He truly was just trying to check in and make sure you were okay.

“No.” You responded firmly, quickly. Clearing your throat and responding again. “No, I don’t.”

You could feel James smile as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. “We’re almost done here and then we can go wherever you want.” He promised; and though that had been the end of the conversation, he stayed glued (what certainly felt like possessively) to your side until you had all exited the joke shop and stood on the cobble stoned roads of Hogsmeade.

“So where do you wanna go, Princess?” Sirius asked as everyone paused to face you in a semi-circle.

For the ground to swallow me up, maybe?

“Erm, I…I’m not sure, I didn’t…really think about it.” You admitted awkwardly, wrapping your arms around your middle as if trying to shield yourself from your dates’ gazes.

Sirius looked like he was going to make a teasing remark when Lily elbowed him.

“Do you like sweets? Why don’t we head to Honeydukes; Moony needs to restock his chocolate stash anyway.” James offered jovially, turning towards the direction of the sweets shop without waiting to see if anyone was following him.

Sirius winked at a blushing Remus as he and Lily followed James and Sirius offered you his hand.

“Come on; I’ll buy you a pack of those sugar quills you like.” He said as he swung your hands between the two of you playfully, slowly following your little group towards the shop.

“How d’you know I like sugar quills?” You asked quietly, earning you a snort from the black-haired boy.

“Do you know Lily’s favourite lolly flavour?”

You felt your cheeks heat but nodded. “Cherry.”

He made a quiet proud sound as he carried on. “And James? What does he like from Honeydukes?”

“Jelly Slugs - particularly the watermelon flavour.”

Sirius hummed in acknowledgement and bumped into you before continuing to swing your arms together. “And mine?” He asked; and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a hint of vulnerability in the notoriously cocky boy's voice.

You smiled up at him at that. “The Peppermint Toads.”

That caused him to beam at you, looking down at your lips before his brows furrowed slightly and he dropped his gaze shyly to his boots.

“And how do you know our favourite sweets?”

You grumbled and went to pull your hand away from him, but he held fast. “Because I’m a creepy tosser.”

He let out an offended scoff at that and pulled you over to him, tickling at your sides in punishment. “You are not a creepy tosser, you little minx!”

He relented his attack on your sides as you fought to catch your breath; staring up into his silver gaze in anticipation - for what? You weren’t sure.

“Is it because, perhaps, you fancy us?” He offered.

You lowered your head to his chest; embarrassed at being known, perceived, caught in your obvious affections for them - notwithstanding the fact that you’d actually accepted an invitation for a date with them which should have tipped them off anyways.

“So,” Sirius continued, resting his chin on top of your head and pulling you in tighter to his chest. “Shouldn’t we know the same of you if we were to fancy you?”

You sucked in a deep breath - definitely not savouring the smell of sandalwood and mint emanating from Sirius’ chest - and pulled away.

“It would have been quite brash of me to assume so many Gryffindor’s could possibly fancy me.” You admitted quietly as you carried on towards the shop where James was waiting rather impatiently as Lily tried to convince him to stand still.

“Then be brash, darling.” Sirius drawled. “‘Cause it’s true.”

“Don’t kill the poor thing before we’ve a chance to spoil her, Pads.” James called as Lily and Remus smiled at you.

“I’m not, I’m not.” Sirius grumbled as he swatted James’ arse and all but forced him into the store.

“Can’t believe you didn’t kiss her.” Lily hissed as they walked ahead of you and Remus.

“I was nervous!” You heard Sirius whisper back.

“Nervous!?” James and Lily bawked; you and Remus sharing a shy, awkward smile as you pretended you couldn’t hear them.

“Come with me.” Remus finally offered, motioning towards the wall of Chocolate Frogs with his head as he took your hand. “We’ll find them later.”

You and Remus walked through the aisles as he told you stories of Sirius, James, and Peter trying each and every one of the sweets (even the silly ones). Apparently, they learned Peter was allergic to earthworms due to an unfortunate selection of Berties Botts Every-Flavour Beans.

“How was that the thing that tipped him off? Did he never try picking one up as a kid?” You asked through a laugh.

“Right? What kid doesn’t spend time making mud pies and catching earthworms? We figured just for that, the sod almost deserved to go anaphylactic.” Remus joked with no real malice.

You approached a stand of sample chocolates that caught Remus’ eye.

“Hm, nutmeg Cauldron Cakes; that looks good.” You commented as you considered the pastries.

Remus’ mouth tipped up in a mischievous smile as he quickly picked up one of the small samples and held it in front of you.

“Open.”

You stared at him dumbly. “I…I’m sorry?”

His smirk only grew as he kept his eyes on your lips. “Open.” He instructed again.

Not willing to stand here with a pastry held in front of your face asking stupid questions any longer, you acquiesced and allowed Remus to feed you the pastry.

He moved, likely slower than necessary, and just as you went to close your mouth, he paused his movements and slowly slid his thumb between your lips, pulling your bottom lip down as he went.

You didn’t realise you’d been standing there in shock until he raised an expectant eyebrow at you, prompting you to chew the treat now sitting idly on your tongue.

“Good girl.”

Merlin’s fucking tits, he was going to make you choke.

Apparently you weren't the only one, if the sound of James’ strangled groan echoing from where he, Sirius, and Lily had been standing and staring at the two of you.

James looked like he couldn’t tell which of you he was most jealous of, Sirius stood staring with his eyebrows up near his hair line and his mouth wide open, and Lily watched with a knowing smirk adorning her face.

“Was it good?” James whispered over to you.

You nodded dumbly, looking up at Remus as if you were somehow asking for his agreement.

“Better let me confirm.” He murmured as he leaned down; one hand cradling the back of your head and the other tilting your chin up to meet his lips, though he stopped just before they connected.

You could feel the gentle puffs of Remus' breath hitting your lips from where your eyes were glued to his mouth. When it became obvious you were at a stalemate, your eyes flitted up to meet him.

His eyes were on yours as they danced with a mixture of mischief and questions.

Questions.

...“Is it okay if she kisses you, pretty girl?”...

And you weren’t a Gryffindor; you weren’t brave or bold, nor were you daring. But dammit, you were a Hufflepuff; you had a propensity for hard work, and you could do hard things!

So, you let your eyes fall back to Remus’ lips before you closed the distance between you two.

You felt him smile into the kiss before he deepened it, finally pulling away with a pleased hum though he kept his hands on either side of your face.

“She wasn’t lying, Prongs; it was good.” He called over, gaze never leaving your face.

You heard what you could only imagine was Sirius’ boot stomping petulantly from his place as Lily barked a laugh at him. “I was this close to being the second one to kiss her!”

You dropped your head into Remus’ chest only for him to chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Better luck next time, Pads.” He taunted.

You officially knew your suspicions were correct: the Gryffindor’s really were trying to kill you.

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LOUD AND CLEAR ⋆✦⋆ hoshina soshiro

synopsis ➸ director shinomiya enforced a strict no-fraternization rule after losing his wife. when your secret relationship with hoshina is exposed by a careless recording, hoshina ensures the entire division hears what you both are up to behind closed doors.

tags ➸ semi-public sex, non-con recording, unprotected sex, dirty talk, multiple rounds, mentions of marriage, dry humping, fingering, nipple play, mentions of exhibitionism, manhandling, kinda sappy

wc ➸ 5.3k

The thin mattress creaked softly as you shifted amidst the tangle of sheets, basking in the delicious warmth radiating from Hoshina's powerful frame. He lay curled around you possessively, every sinewy muscle seeming to throb with lingering satisfaction. One large palm stroked idle patterns along the dip of your waist in a touch both reverent and blazing with possession.

"That was intense, even for us," Hoshina rasped after a weighted stretch of blissful silence, deep voice gone gravel-rough from lovemaking in a way that sparked an answering flicker low in your belly despite your thoroughly ravaged state.

You hummed in response, snuggling deeper into the scorching vee of his body while fighting a tremor at the vivid memories of what had transpired scant moments ago. Of Hoshina pinning you to the very mattress you now lay sated upon, powerful thighs braced and hips rolling in slick, purposeful undulations that seemed to rob the breath from your very lungs. Of the sheets now tangled haphazardly around your ankles being desperately fisted in your hands as he took you from behind.

A shudder wracked your spine as the heady sensations washed over you, making you tremble helplessly as the evidence of his passion dripped down your thighs. The air still reeked of sex and sweat and Hoshina's unique scent, a dizzying combination that threatened to pull you under all over again.

"I hope you're not complaining," you teased breathily once you regained your equilibrium, subtly arching your back until your ample curves moulded more snugly against the grooved planes of Hoshina's abdomen.

He growled low in his chest at the blatant provocation, callused fingers flexing meaningfully against your waist before skating up your side to palm a generous handful of your breast. You inhaled shakily at his rough possession, nipple pebbling traitorously against his calloused palm as arousal licked insistently through your core.

"You know damn well I'd never complain about having you come apart on my cock looking like a goddamn dream," Hoshina husked with dark, velvet promise. You squirmed instinctively, feeling a fresh bloom of slick yearning unfurling between your bodies at the filthy endearment.

"Mmm, keep talking like that and we'll be ready for round four in no time," you forced out in what you hoped was a teasing lilt, struggling not to simply rut shamelessly against the rigid bulge you could feel stirring between the cleft of your ass.

Hoshina merely chuckled - a deep, throaty sound that rumbled through your very marrow and made your skin break out in goosebumps of renewed need. His free hand snaked up to grasp your chin with gentle insistence, tilting your head until the full weight of his piercing stare seared across your bared features.

"You say that like you aren't always desperate to have me make a mess out of you again, gorgeous," he murmured, the rasping baritone spiking your pulse as his thumb traced the swollen swell of your lower lip. "Like your greedy little body doesn't spend every second aching for me to give it exactly what it craves most."

His hand released your jaw to drift downward tantalizingly slowly, mapping out each dip and swell of your curves until it settled against the throbbing junction of your thighs. You jolted at the sudden sensation, equal parts shock and molten arousal leaving you breathless as Hoshina began massaging your aching folds with exquisite pressure.

"Case in point," he growled with undisguised satisfaction, rubbing firm circles onto your swollen clit that had you arching helplessly into his hand and whimpering. "All slick and swollen and begging prettily for my attention again already, aren't you sweetheart?"

You wanted to retort, to taunt and match his escalating ardor with one of your own quippy rejoinders as foreplay. But all that escaped your parted lips were shameless mewls of growing desire, sparks of white-hot rapture lancing through you with every torturous stroke of Hoshina's skilled fingers.

Seeming to sense your unraveling entirely, Hoshina wasted no time coaxing you onto your back and blanketing you fully with his weight. His free palm braced beside your flushed cheek as he loomed over you, soft tresses of his bangs slipping across his brow in a curtain of intimate shadows that made your lungs stall.

"Let me hear just how much that pretty mouth wants my cock inside it again," he rasped, voice pitched low and dripping with blatant invitation. The hand working deft magic between your splayed thighs redoubled its efforts until your head thrashed deliriously against the sheets. "Don't hold back now, gorgeous. No need for discretion with the sounds I'm about to coax from this perfect fucking body..."

With that heated promise, Hoshina ducked his head towards the exposed column of your throat, tongue tracing searing patterns amidst the scattered love bites already purpling the sensitive flesh. You quaked beneath his undivided ardor, torn between yielding utterly and inflaming him further with your most obscene reactions.

Eventually, desire won out over remaining shreds of restraint. Within moments, the dingy apartment room echoed with the unmistakable sounds of your escalating rapture - husky cries and breathy keens of want intermingling with Hoshina's graveled rumbles of dark delight. Neither of you knew nor cared if anyone overheard your incendiary reunion.

You only focused on each delirious slide of Hoshina's calloused palm between your thighs, his scorching mouth branding seemingly every inch of available flesh. On the exquisite pressure steadily coiling your pleasure into an inferno of need spiraling tighter and tighter with each passing instant.

You stifled a yawn as you entered the operations room, nodding a greeting towards Okonogi hunched over the main console. Your friend glanced up with a distracted smile before returning her focus to the display, fingers tapping rapidly across the controls.

"Burning the midnight oil again?" you teased lightly, settling into the chair beside her and snagging a steaming mug of coffee. "What's got your panties all in a twist this time?"

Okonogi made a non-committal sound, worrying her lower lip in a way that immediately piqued your suspicion. You studied her profile more intently, taking in the furrowed brow and tight lines framing her mouth. Something was definitely eating at your usually collected comrade.

"Okay, spill it," you prodded after taking a fortifying sip. "What's going on?"

She shot you a sidelong glance, gaze flickering over your features almost scrutinizingly before seeming to make up her mind. Straightening, Okonogi turned bodily towards you with an inscrutable expression.

"You know I care about you, right?" She began without preamble, the solemn lilt to her voice raising your hackles further. "Like, you're one of my closest friends in this whole messed up gig we call life."

You arched one brow quizzically but remained silent, sensing she had more to unpack. Okonogi exhaled heavily, dark eyes searching yours with surprising intensity.

"Which is why I'm seriously hoping this is all just some misunderstanding or cruel prank or...something," she continued haltingly. "But I came across something this morning that, well...I just can't shake how messed up it is."

"Okonogi, you're kinda freaking me out here," you interrupted when she trailed off again, stomach clenching with instinctive unease. "Did you uncover some new kaiju threat or something?"

She shook her head tightly, mouth settling into a grim line. "Not exactly. Look, I don't know how else to say this other than to just..." Trailing off, she tapped a few quick controls, dismissing the tactical displays in favor of an unremarkable audio file queue. "I got sent this anonymous upload from one of the rookie idiots. Just...just listen."

With that ominous forewarning, Okonogi hit the playback and hastily maximized the volume. For several beats, only muffled ambient noise filtered through the small speaker before an unmistakable feminine cry of pleasure cut like a knife. Your eyes went wide as the sound of rhythmic creaking and muted gasps of pleasure filtered into clarity.

Then, just as you began to wonder if Okonogi was truly messing with you, a guttural moan of "...fuck, Soshiro, yes!" rent the relative quiet in a devastatingly familiar tone.

Air rushed from your lungs in a harsh exhalation as your worst fears solidified into mortifying reality. You stared at Okonogi in stunned silence, scarcely registering her hasty smothering of the recording as she gauged your reaction with obvious trepidation.

"So, uh..." she began delicately after a protracted pause. "I'm guessing based on your expression that my hunch of who that gorgeous voice belongs to was dead on?"

You opened and closed your mouth uselessly as a hot flush of combined arousal and dismay lanced through you. Of course someone would eventually catch wind of your and Hoshina's more...intimate trysts away from the scrutiny of the Defense Force's regulations. But to have undeniable proof of those passions so brazenly outed unfolded a whole new level of complication.

Sensing you were still processing, Okonogi continued in a measured tone clearly aimed at putting you at ease. "Hey, you know I'm not gonna go blabbing or trying to cause trouble between you and the Vice-Captain, right? I just...I heard that clip and had to confirm it was real before doing anything else."

Your lips felt numb as you fought down the mortification still scorching across your features. "How...how many others have heard that?" You croaked out at last, heart thundering against your ribs.

Okonogi's expression softened infinitesimally. "From what I gathered, it's still contained to just me and the rookie team that intercepted the file initially. But you know how quickly gossip spreads around here when something like this slips through the cracks."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, stomach churning with equal parts arousal at the fresh memories and abject dread over the ramifications. "Soshiro and I have been taking every precaution to keep things under wraps," you explained tightly. "We both know the rules against fraternization all too well. This...this could be catastrophic if it spreads further."

Okonogi reached across to squeeze your forearm comfortingly. "Hey, we'll get ahead of this, okay? I'll shut that recording down hard before it goes viral." She paused, mouth twisting wryly. "Though I gotta say, listening to my best friend getting railed that enthusiastically by our Vice-Captain was definitely not how I expected to start my morning."

Despite yourself, you felt a startled bubble of laughter erupt from somewhere deep in your belly. Leave it to Okonogi to deftly pivot from serious to lighthearted in the span of a single breath.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," you groused without much bite, shooting her a sidelong look. "Not all of us need to resort to self-help toys to get our rocks off like some people I could mention."

Okonogi grinned unabashedly. "Hey, no judgement here. If I had a certified Defense Force beefcake eager to split me in two whenever I batted my lashes, I'd be all over him like that too!"

You dissolved into helpless giggles as the residual tension ebbed, shoving your friend's shoulder amiably. For now, the crisis seemed averted – though you knew a conversation with Hoshina about being even more discreet loomed large on the horizon.

Still, as your laughter trailed off into contented silence, you couldn't quite ignore the lick of heat unfurling low in your abdomen at the vivid memories stirred by that brief audio excerpt. Just the husky moan of Hoshina's name spilling from your lips with such rapturous ardor was enough to set your nerve endings tingling anew.

Perhaps you'd have to see if the Vice-Captain could make some time during his next duty rotation to remind you both exactly why such desperate throes were worth risking everything for...

You took a steadying breath before rapping your knuckles against Hoshina's office door, stomach roiling with anxious knots. At his terse "Come in," you steeled your nerves and stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind you.

Hoshina glanced up from behind his desk, eyes immediately softening as he took in your tense posture and strained expression. Wordlessly, he set aside the mission report he'd been reviewing and leveled you with an inquiring look.

"I take it you've heard the latest gossip making its way through the ranks?" You began without preamble, proud of how your voice remained steady despite the turmoil swirling within.

A muscle ticked almost imperceptibly along Hoshina's razor-sharp jawline as he regarded you steadily. "You mean the rather...intimate recording that's been circulating around our division?" His tone stayed carefully neutral, but you knew him well enough to detect the faint undertone of tension.

You nodded tightly. "Okonogi intercepted it first, thank the gods. But from what she told me, it's already spread through most of the Third Division by now."

Hoshina's expression remained inscrutable, but you saw his powerful shoulders rise incrementally on a deep inhale - the only outward sign of the strain he refused to voice. An ominous quiet stretched between you, weighing heavily with unspoken implications.

"What happens if this reaches Director Shinomiya?" The question emerged in a hoarse exhale before you could reconsider. "You know the regulations on fraternization, Soshiro. He instituted those rules for a reason after his wife..."

You trailed off, unable to continue voicing the tragic loss that had reshaped the entire Defense Force's policies on personal relationships within the ranks. Hoshina's eyes glinted like flint, gaze sharpening to laser-focus as he rose fluidly from his chair.

"We both knew the risks from the start, didn't we?" His gruff rumble seemed to reverberate through the tense stillness as he slowly rounded the desk towards you. "All those secrets, all those stolen nights and breaths caught behind clenched teeth so no one would be the wiser..."

Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't repress the instinctive frisson of heated awareness that licked through you at his words. At the undercurrent of dark promise that always seemed to thrum beneath Hoshina's surface when he invaded your space like this.

"This isn't some rookie indiscretion that Shinomiya can overlook or reassign easily," you managed once he loomed over you, so close you could smell the sandalwood and dark spice of his cologne. "You're too vital to the Third Division's inner operations. If he decides the rules need to be enforced..."

"Then so be it," Hoshina interrupted you, voice gone gravel-rough as he grasped your shoulders in a scorching brand. "I've been an obedient soldier since I earned my place here in this division. Isn't it about time I start staking my own claim on how this outfit gets run?"

You blinked up at him, stunned by the outright challenge blazing in his molten gaze. Before you could formulate a response, Hoshina tugged you flush against his powerful frame, bending slightly so his words rasped hotly against your tingling throat.

"I'm done cowering in shadows and muffling my pleasure into pillows like we're doing something shameful." His hands blazed heated trails down your back until they curved possessively over your ass, kneading and squeezing with blatant ownership. "If Director Shinomiya has an issue with two of his most elite fighters finding solace and strength in each other's passion...well, he can take it up with me directly."

Despite the turmoil still churning inside, you felt a new tendril of scorching need unfurl in your core at Hoshina's uncompromising dominance. You arched helplessly into his unyielding frame as his teeth grazed your thundering pulse point in a stinging graze.

"B-but if he decides to enforce the rule-" you tried again weakly.

"Then I guess he'll have to remove one of us from this division, won't he?" Hoshina interrupted again, hot tongue laving over the mark he'd just seared onto your flesh. "And I have a feeling you know damn well which of us is the more...expendable asset to the Third's operations, don't you gorgeous?"

You shuddered convulsively at the dark promise woven through his graveled words. And instead of arguing or protesting further, you simply nodded - throat too choked with mingled arousal and dismay to find your voice.

With no further preamble, Hoshina spun you bodily and bent you over the surface of his desk in one powerfully smooth motion. Files clattered unceremoniously to the floor as he kicked your legs apart, planting one booted foot beside your hip while leaving the other firmly on the ground.

"Good girl," he rumbled in visceral approval, thumbs hooking through the waistband of your uniform trousers to strip them down your thighs without fanfare. The crude sprawl left you utterly bare from the waist down, hiked forward and splayed open shamelessly for his piercing regard.

You bit back a whimper at the naked hunger searing over you, clenching reflexively around nothing as Hoshina's callused palms mapped the trembling curves of your ass with rapturous possession. His body blanketed yours from behind, sweltering heat and unyielding strength surrounding you in a cocoon of pure masculine dominance.

"I have a feeling," he husked against the feverish hollow of your nape, fingers trailing a scorching path to cup and gently squeeze your throbbing pussy. "That by the time I'm through reminding you who you belong to utterly, you won't be able to hold back those gorgeous sounds for anyone..."

His free hand braced beside your head as he caged you bodily against the desk's hard edge. You could already feel the rigid brand of his cock pressing insistently through the barrier of his uniform where it rutted against the swell of your ass.

"Let's make sure this recording leaves no doubts as to exactly how satisfied I keep my woman," Hoshina rumbled with dark promise. "Now be a good girl and let the whole division hear you sing for me..."

You tensed beneath Hoshina's scorching frame, equal parts arousal and trepidation warring through your nerves at his fervid declaration. Rather than pressing his advantage, however, he seemed to sense your hesitation. The iron bands of his arms flexed incrementally as he drew back enough for you to twist and meet his piercing stare.

"Hey..." The brusque endearment emerged softly as one work-roughened palm cupped your jaw, calloused thumb brushing your lower lip tenderly. "Talk to me, gorgeous. What's holding you back this time?"

You swallowed hard, willing your features to remain impassive even as Hoshina's gaze seemed to sear straight through your every facade. "I'm not sure if barreling head-on into insubordination and making a scene is the wisest course here," you admitted in a strained murmur, proud of how steadily the words emerged.

Rather than reacting defensively, Hoshina's expression softened further - the hard planes of his striking profile losing their sharp severity one by one. Slowly, reverently, he drew your bodies flush once more until you were utterly cocooned within the protective circle of his searing heat.

"I know I can come on a little...intense at times," he rasped out at last, the words seeming to reverberate through your very bones where they pressed so intimately together. "But, baby...I'm so goddamn tired of sneaking around and acting like I'm ashamed of how I feel about you."

Your breath caught in your throat at the naked vulnerability lacing his gravelly timbre. Instinctively, your hands found the solid wall of Hoshina's chest, palms molding to the shift of rigid musculature as he inhaled deeply. Holding your shaken stare with scorching intensity, he allowed the moment to stretch out between you - heavy with implication and unvoiced promise.

"This was never just some indiscretion for me," he continued after that weighted pause, utterly unwavering. "From the second you showed up like a force of nature in my life all those years ago, you became the other half of me. My partner...my equal...my everything..."

Something hot and molten unfurled in your core at the impassioned confession, eyes stinging traitorously. You parted your lips to respond, but Hoshina pressed his thumb gently against them to silence the words before they could emerge. His jaw had gone stonily set, eyes glinting diamond-bright.

"So you can bet your gorgeous ass I have no intention of letting Director Shinomiya or anyone else try to clip my wings and take you from me," he growled with fiercely-leashed intensity. "Not now...not fucking ever."

You trembled bodily, stunned by the undisguised ardor and iron-cast resolve woven through every syllable. It was like staring into the heart of a raging furnace, feeling the lashes of its immense heat searing straight through to your soul.

Hoshina slanted his lips over yours in a searing, branding kiss that robbed what little breath remained in one scorching swipe. You yielded instantly - melting against his unyielding strength as his arms banded around you with punishing possession.

Your muffled sound of surprise vibrated between your fused mouths as he hauled you up against his body, hoisting you with ease until your splayed thighs found purchase around his narrow hips. Each controlled roll of his lower body rutted the rigid brand of his cock teasingly against your rapidly dampening core - a maddening promise punctuated by the growl rumbling through his chest.

"I don't give a single fuck about Director Shinomiya's hang-ups or outdated senses of propriety," Hoshina bit out against the thundering pulse at your neck, latching his incendiary mouth there to worry a fresh mark of avid possession. "That man lost sight of what truly matters in this life the day his wife fell in battle - the fundamental need for some of us soldiers to find that precious solace and reason to keep going despite constantly staring death in the face."

His blunt fingers tangled in your hair, exerting just enough sweet sting to tip your head back and expose your throat more fully to the ravaging path of his lips and teeth. You arched against him as lightning skated down your nerves, body rapidly liquifying against his rutting possession. His tongue stroked over the fresh marks scored into your overheated flesh, growling dark approval at the way your slick arousal began smearing between your shamelessly joined bodies.

"You're my solace," Hoshina husked at last against your gasping mouth, sealing his vow with another searing, questing kiss that seemed to meld your very essences together. "And if Director Shinomiya can't accept that or tries to tear you from my side, then he can shove his rules straight up his sanctimonious ass."

His hold shifted to cradle your nape with scorching reverence as his simmering crimson gaze held you utterly captive. "Because one way or another, beautiful...you're going to be my wife. And not a single threat or some stupid rule is going to stop me from claiming you for my own."

On the wrecked syllables of his ardent declaration, Hoshina guided your mouths back together in a clash of harsh breaths and tangling quests. You could only fist your hands against the thundering expanse of his powerful back and surge against him in single-minded surrender. All lingering reservations were reduced to ash as the inferno of your mutual passion roared back to searing life.

His free hand hooked beneath your knee, dragging your splayed thighs wider to bracket his rocking pelvis as the first raw grind of his cock's rigid length nudged insistently against your slick, throbbing pussy. You whined out a breathless sound of yearning against Hoshina's ravaging lips, body canting instinctively to chase the exquisite friction.

"That's it, baby..." he growled in rough benediction against your swollen mouth. "Now that I’ve made my intentions clear, let's really show these idiots what we sound like when I'm finally deep inside your perfect little cunt..."

You couldn't find your voice to reply, already lost in the molten sensations of his calloused palms and the scalding drag of his cock as he lined himself up for a single, ruthless thrust. He surged inside you without ceremony, burying his full length in one fluid pump of his hips. You jolted in his arms, back bowing as a hoarse keen wrenched itself free from your parted lips.

The first stretch and glide of Hoshina's unyielding shaft filling you to the hilt always stole your breath away. Even now, his thick girth seemed to press inexorably against your very inner limits, forcing you to surrender every inch of your core's welcoming walls. You felt his answering rumble of visceral pleasure resonating through his chest as he began rutting into you with single-minded focus.

"Say my name, baby," Hoshina gritted out between the snap of his hips and the breathy moans he dragged from your lips with each punishing plunge. "Tell the entire base who’s fucking you this good."

You shuddered around him, the delicious friction and raw dominance coiling your pleasure higher and tighter with every passing instant. Your fingers clutched spasmodically at his broad shoulders as you struggled to obey, barely able to draw a proper breath between the waves of ecstasy cresting higher and harder with each stroke.

"S-soshiro, gods..." you whimpered, head spinning as Hoshina's grip on your nape shifted to tilt your head back further. "F-fuck, please, more...!"

The air seemed to crackle between you, heavy with the intoxicating mix of sweat and sex and the rhythmic creak of his desk under the onslaught of his punishing thrusts. Hoshina growled, low and rumbling and inhuman, as his pace ratcheted higher - pounding into you with an almost bruising ferocity.

"I want everyone to know just how much you love taking my cock, gorgeous," he husked darkly, free hand shifting to anchor your hips and tilt your body to a better angle. "How you get so goddamn wet and tight for me that you're practically begging for me to fill you up. How the whole base can hear exactly how hard I make you come on my dick every single night..."

He punctuated the graveled filth by hooking one strong arm around your waist to lift you up and off the desk and onto his lap as he sank into his office chair. You keened wantonly, spine arching at the change in angle that allowed his cock to delve even deeper. Your knees braced against the padded armrests as his powerful thighs flexed beneath you, snapping up in a relentless rhythm.

"Soshiro!" You sobbed out his name, head thrown back as your pleasure crested. The pressure of his cock filling you so perfectly, coupled with the rasping cadence of his dark promise, shattered the last remnants of restraint. "P-please, gods, please...don't stop...!"

Hoshina snarled his approval as he felt your walls fluttering around him, clenching and rippling and threatening to drag him right over the edge alongside you. "That's it, baby," he rasped against the thundering hollow of your throat. "Just like that, beautiful. Show the whole goddamn world what I do to you..."

You cried out incoherently, unable to form any other response beyond riding out the delirious wave of pleasure crashing over you in an unstoppable flood. Hoshina's guttural groans of dark delight intermingled with your wrecked cries of rapture, the symphony of sounds filling the small room with the echoes of your passion.

He didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, the arm around your waist flexing as his hips snapped up in a frenetic pace that threatened to steal what little remained of your sanity. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking perfect..." he husked into the hollow of your ear, the scrape of his teeth a sweet counterpoint to the molten slide of his tongue and the ragged groan that vibrated through you.

You writhed on his lap, fingers knotting into his raven locks as his hand slid beneath your uniform shirt and palmed one breast possessively. He thumbed your nipple until the peak was a stiff, aching bud that had you whimpering with renewed desire.

"I want you to come again for me," he ordered in a rasping timbre, the commanding cadence laced with visceral need. "And then I’ll fuck you against the window. Maybe they'll get a glimpse of how gorgeous you look getting fucked by me..."

You moaned shamelessly at the image his words painted, mind conjuring the salacious scene in vivid clarity. But before you could fully process it, Hoshina was rising from the chair in a powerful flex of his legs, holding you tightly against him as he surged forward and laid you out across his desk again.

"But first," he gritted out, hissing a sharp exhale between clenched teeth as he drove into you in a brutal rhythm. "First I'm gonna fill this perfect fucking pussy and watch it drip down your thighs."

You jolted beneath him, the lewd words sending fresh sparks of rapture lancing through you. He seemed to sense your spiraling ecstasy, because he hooked one of your knees over his elbow and pressed in deeper, harder, faster...until you were utterly unraveled around his thick length.

"Oh f-fuck, Soshiro..." you gasped, clinging to his forearms as the pressure spiraled impossibly tighter. "Please, baby, I'm so close...so fucking close..."

His crimson stare blazed with unrestrained fire as his pace increased, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "Then come for me," he ordered in a gravelled purr, free hand trailing a scorching path over your torso until his fingers pressed between your bodies to seek out your clit. "Soak my cock, baby. Soak it and scream my name for the entire base to hear..."

His touch was a direct jolt of lightning straight to the inferno coiling inside, threatening to erupt at any moment. You cried out his name helplessly, back arching off the desk as you bucked into his thrusts. Then, on his next powerful stroke, he circled his hips and ground into you at just the right angle...and your vision exploded in white-hot rapture.

A keening moan ripped from your throat, high and needy and wanton, as you came hard on his cock. You barely heard Hoshina's responding groan or felt the bruising grip of his fingers as they dug into the supple flesh of your thigh. Instead, all you could focus on was the intense rush of ecstasy flooding your nerve endings and the steady pulse of his release painting your inner walls with scalding ropes of cum.

When your mind finally began to clear, you became dimly aware of Hoshina's heaving breaths and the gentle swipe of his lips against your neck. His weight blanketed yours, solid and comforting and radiating a heat that seeped down into your very bones.

"Holy...fucking...hell," he managed at last, lifting his head to slant a searing, open-mouthed kiss against your mouth. You hummed contentedly, body still trembling from the force of your release.

"I'll take that as a sign you enjoyed that?" You teased breathlessly when you could muster the energy, blinking your eyes open to meet his crimson gaze. Hoshina's lips quirked up into a crooked smirk, calloused thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone in a tender caress.

"You know damn well I'm always enjoying you, baby," he countered with a soft chuckle, bending to brush another dizzying kiss over your parted lips. "Though I'm sure you know what I want next..."

You shivered involuntarily at the dark promise that laced his gravelly timbre. Your breath stuttered as Hoshina's hands tightened incrementally around your waist and he straightened in one smooth motion, dragging you along his body to stand before him. His crimson gaze held yours captive, irises glittering with visceral fire.

"Because as hot as that recording was," he continued, stepping back to shrug out of his uniform jacket and yank his undershirt over his head in one swift motion. Your pulse leapt at the sight of his chiseled torso, the flex and shift of muscle under his pale skin a living work of art.

"The real thing is going to blow that amateur shit right out of the water," Hoshina continued with a knowing smirk, stepping closer once more to strip your own uniform jacket and shirt away. His hands trailed fire down the curve of your back as he bent to press his lips against the hollow of your neck.

"So how about you be a good girl and bend over against the window for me?" He whispered in a graveled rasp against your tingling skin. "And we'll give the whole base something to really gossip about..."

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