#old drabbles

[lostinlewis]

Old Drabbles ~ Part One

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Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, your chest lifting and rising in a dramatic fashion as you struggled to come down from the high he had fucked you into only moments before. The weight of his body bore down on yours as he lay on top of you, still buried inside of your core, not ready to leave the warmth of your body anytime soon. 

He traced soft, gentle kisses along your jawline, his hand stroking your hair. He was an expert at bringing you down slowly, making you feel how loved you were as he did so.

“You are so beautiful.” He hummed into your skin, between kisses. “Did that feel good, baby?” 

He was always so tender with you in the aftermath, a stark contrast from the way he used your body during. He liked it rough, real rough but so did you too.

He rolled to lay on his side, making sure he stayed still inside of you, he brought your legs to a close and began stroking the outside of your thigh. 

“Amazing, thank you.” You felt him smile, still planting gentle kisses against your skin. 

“I just want to make you feel good, baby.” 

When he felt himself softening too much that he may slip out, he would thrust into as gently as possible, aware that your core was still so sensitive.

“I could stay inside of you all day.” He whispered, his tongue was tracing circles on the skin of your neck. “So warm, so tight. Perfect.”

He was always full of worship of you, and your body, but never more so than when he had released inside of you after a very rough session.

~

Lewis knows you like attention, his attention, at all times. What you definitely do not like is the fact that your relationship is still secret, speculated about sure but still secret. 

You travel to the event together, his hands are all over you in the back of the SUV but the moment you arrive, he insists you get out alone and that he will follow behind minutes later. Normally, you would oblige his wishes like the good girl he knows you to be, but not tonight, tonight you are in the mood to be a brat.

You don’t wait by the bar for him like you normally would, instead you order a drink and head to the dance floor straight away. Drink in hand, you dance away to every song, good or bad, that is played. You try to spot him during your dancing but it’s no use, he is not standing watching you like you hoped he would be. 

“You look gorgeous.” The man growled as he held onto your hip. It wasn’t a familiar voice but you didn’t care, someone was going to give you the attention you deserved tonight. You allowed the man to dance with you, his hips swaying in time with yours. You were actually enjoying the dance, albeit it was with a man whose face you hadn’t even seen yet, but at least his voice sounded hot. 

That’s when you felt it, a firm hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, pulling you away from your moment with the stranger. 

“Ouch, Lewis. What are you doing?” You scowled at him. 

He said nothing in response, instead he dragged you to a corner of the room, his hand still gripped tightly around your wrist as he leant up against the wall. 

“What the hell was that?” He hissed at you, his face contorted with anger. 

“I was just dancing…” You hadn’t seen him this annoyed before, you would never admit it to him but it turned you on. 

He lifted your hand above the both of you, spinning you around before using it to pull you close to him, your hips level with his. He began grinding on you, slowly but forcefully, holding you so close that you could barely move. 

“You don’t dance with anyone but me, you understand?” His whisper in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re my girl, you’re my property, you’re mine.”

“Lewis, I wanted attention and you were too worried about being seen with me.” 

You tried to put up a fight but you already knew this was a battle you would soon lose. The feeling of his bulge grinding into your cheeks was too intense for you to concentrate. 

“Well now everyone can see us, brat.” Lewis pulled your hair to side to reveal your bare shoulder. He sucked on the skin, hard. “And now you’re marked by me, no one else in here will dare touch what is mine.” 

His hand slid across your bare thigh, teasing his fingers towards your middle as he still danced with you. Your head was spinning, his fingers brushed your panties ever so slightly, he felt your whole body shudder. 

All at once he slid out from behind of you, letting go of your wrist for the first time in a while. He saw your face drop, he could still see how turned on you were too. 

“Brats do not get what they want.” He kissed you on your cheek. “Only good girls.” 

He disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you standing there still trying to catch your breath. 

~

Organising a surprise birthday party for Lewis was so much more difficult than you thought. Sure, you had a team of party planners to organise the actual party but trying to convince him to stop asking where you were going whilst you were in the back of the blacked out SUV was the hardest part. He was so used to being in control of everything, giving up even the smallest part of control to you was a struggle.

You were wearing a dress that cost more than you used to make in a month at your old job, before you met Lewis, and you felt like you looked a million dollars. So short the dress was that Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, or his hands. You were half way into the drive when he pounced on you. His hand ran up your thigh, before he dove on you, kissing you and playing with your middle. His whole body was so eager to be inside of you, but for the car ride he had to settle for just his fingers.

“If you don’t make a sound, I’ll reward you later.” He whispered into your ear when your moans got too obvious. “Let’s not distract this poor man from driving.”

You both knew that the driver that was only inches away from you both could hear, and probably see everything too in his back mirror, but neither of you cared, so strong was your hunger for each other at every moment. 

He made you cum, hard, all over his two middle fingers as you whimpered, faint moans bellowing into his ear. 

“That’s a good girl, cum for Daddy.” He whispered back at you, sending your head into a spiral. 

Just as you pulled up outside of the club, he removed them and inserted them into his mouth, sucking off all of your juices.

“Now I’m going to taste you all night, just how I like it. Let’s go!” His face was so devilish.

You were still trying to catch your breath as you fixed your dress and your hair, hoping it wasn’t too obvious to anyone who saw you, what had happened just moments ago, when he opened the door to help you out of the car.

“Surprise!” The guests screamed as soon as you both emerged through the doors of the nightclub.

“Thank you, baby.” Lewis kissed you in front of everyone, one hand on the small of your back.

“Happy Birthday, Sir.” You knew it made him tingle when you called him that. “Now go have fun!”

For a while after you separated, working the room by yourselves, making sure you greeted everyone. You mingled with the guests, most of them now your friends too due to Lewis bringing you absolutely everywhere with him. You were dancing with a big group of ladies when you felt that familiar hold on the small of your back.

“Dance with me.” He whispered into your ear.

You obliged the birthday boy immediately, grinding your waist into him. Neither one of you cared who was watching, if it wasn’t for your clothes you would have been making love right there on the dance floor. You felt how hard he was for you as you danced, if he dared to feel between your legs he would know how wet you were for him.

“I’m so hard for you right now, I need to have you soon.” He growled, his hot breath against your cheek sent shivers up your spine.

“Take me, Sir. I’m all yours.”

It took all of his will to not fuck your right there in front of everybody, instead he quite obviously dragged you to the bathroom and pushed you onto the first sink he could find.

He didn’t waste anytime, he pulled your panties to the side and pushed inside of you in quick succession. Both of you let out an audible moan with the first thrust, his size still took you by surprise every time. Lewis was relentless, unforgiving and he didn’t give a damn who heard you both. He drove into your body hard.

“So wet for me, baby.” He moaned as your walls tightened around him, he was pushing you closer and closer with every thrust.

“You feel so big, Sir. So big, deep inside of me.”

You sent him over the edge with your words and he somehow drove into you harder. Your whole body shook from the pleasure as he made you orgasm hard. As your walls contracted around him and your nails clawed into his back, he released himself deep inside of you, collapsing against your body in a pleasure filled haze.

“You make me wild, baby.” He mumbled, still coming down from his high as he softened inside of you.

“It’s all for you, Sir.” You felt his cock twitch inside of you when you said that. “Can you please get me some tissues? I need to clean up.”

“No. I want your thighs decorated with my cum for the rest of the night.” His words were more of a demand now. “And when I get you home, I’m going to fill you up again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

As you both headed back to join the rest of the party, Lewis took a moment to put his fingers inside of you from behind, relishing the feel of his load leaking out of you.

“Such a good girl.”

~

The night of Lewis’ 37th birthday party was a wild one. He fucked you in the bathroom mid party, leaving you with his cum dripping down your legs for the rest of the night. He would comment every now and then, in front of people, that your skin was glowing and you would immediately flush with embarrassment. He loved having such an effect on you.

As soon as you shut the front door of the penthouse you shared in this city, he took you again, twice. Once bent over the first surface he could find as soon as you got indoors, the kitchen counter, and then he made love to you in bed again in the early hours of the morning as you both drifted in and out of sleep. He had an insatiable appetite for your body. 

The late morning sun broke through the gap in your curtains, slowly waking you both from a deep sleep. You awoke in his arms, he always held you as you slept. Sometimes your head would rest on his chest, other times he would spoon you, always making sure to hold you close in the moments you were most vulnerable. This morning you awoke to him spooning you, his morning wood poking against your cheeks.

“Good morning, baby.” He kissed your cheek.

“Good morning, birthday boy. Did you have fun last night?” Your voice was husk, still half asleep.

“You know I did, all thanks to you.” He covered your neck in kisses, tickling you.

“Stop! You know what I mean.”

“Yes, baby. Thank you again, I had the best birthday.”

Somehow, and it always happened, he found his way on top of you, resting his full weight on you as you kissed. The feeling of his whole body on you was suffocating, but it made you feel safe. It was the kind of feeling you imagined others got from weighted blankets. Both of you enjoyed kissing, you could lose yourselves in it for hours on end without anything progressing further than just a kiss.

“I’m a little sore this morning.” You whispered, not wanting to disappoint him.

“That’s okay, I was a little rough with you last night, I’m sorry.” He kissed down your neck and along your collarbone. “Tell me where it hurts and Daddy will kiss it all better for you.”

His mouth met different parts of your body, each time he would kiss a new place he would look up at you and ask if it hurts there. Until he got to your mound, the smirk on his face told you all you needed to know of his intentions. He needed you to tell him that it hurt there. 

“Please tell me it hurts here.” He begged.

“Yes, Sir. It’s going to take a lot of kisses to-“

He didn’t let you finish before his tongue gently licked at your very sensitive pearl and all at once, your body relaxed to the feel of your man pleasing you once more, morning oral was Lewis’ speciality.

~

Trust was always something important to Lewis, and to you too, of course. Your relationship fell into a natural Dom/Sub one without either of you trying, it came so naturally to you both.

Lewis has always been somewhat of a soft Dom with you, never quite embracing a true Dominate power over you, until now. Now he thinks you are ready to take it to the next level and he is going to push you. 

He would still ease you into this new realm, the enormity of what it might do to your body and your mind ever present to him, but his urge to have complete and full control over your mind, over your body and over your orgasms was huge. He was going to push you into a true Subspace this time, the type that will take him a while to get you back from.

He would ask you to remember your safe word before tying you to his bed posts, but he would hope you wouldn’t want to use it. Cable ties were his preferred choice of tie, something you couldn’t break out of. He needed to see that you fully trusted him and restraining you with something that would tear at your skin if you tried to break loose was perfect to prove that. 

He had curated a selection of special equipment just to experiment with you. The sight of him circling you, his eyes locked on your body, as he smacked a riding crop, one with a heart at the end, against his hand really turned you on. He looked so attractive when he was in his Dom state. He would trace his fingertips across your bare skin, enjoying your shiver in anticipation of what his next move may be. 

He would start with softer taps of the crop on your thighs, delighting in the way your body moved every time, soft little shudders at the shock. He built up the strength of the taps now on your breasts, your nipples instantly hardening as the crop connected with them. Finally he moved to your clit, this time he built the pressure of the spanks faster. Your body shivered intensely at every slap of the crop against your most sensitive spot.

He would tell you what a good girl you were, and encourage you to take more. He could see in your eyes that you were enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain, your eyes were begging him for more. 

He had you in a state of yearning now, yearning for his touch whether it was going to cause you pleasure or pain and he wanted to keep that going. He wanted to reward you for being a good girl, so far. 

His next toy was a big one, the size was even bigger than him, which was some feat. He reached for the vibrator, holding it to your clit on maximum vibration immediately. He wasn’t going to go easy on you today, not one bit.

You struggled against the restraints that bound you, your moans were too loud for his liking. He stuffed the panties he stripped from you in your mouth as he went to work on you. Never once lessening the vibration intensity, he moved from your clit down to your core, stretching you with the size as he fucked you with it. 

He delighted in knowing you were struggling to take the size, he told you to be a good girl and you would get to cum but at the last minute, just as you were about to reach your peak he pulled it out of you and stepped away completely. 

His eyes bore into you as your body shuddered, desperate for the release you were so close to getting only seconds ago. He drew for the crop once more and tapped at your clit, taking the panties out of your mouth.

“Beg for it. Daddy wants to hear you beg to cum.” He stuffed the panties back into your mouth once more. “Only good girls get to cum.” 

He didn’t want you to beg with words, the only begging for release would come from how far you could take him pushing you tonight. 

~

Weekends off were a rarity for Lewis but when they came around you both made the most of them, by doing nothing. Nothing was the way to pass time you both favoured together, and that nothing usually involved you both laid out on the couch for a whole day. 

Today was no exception, Lewis was flying out tomorrow to prepare for another race and you were both determined to spend your final day together, a Sunday nonetheless, the perfect lazy day, doing as much nothing as possible. 

You were clad in one of Lewis’ T shirts, he wore only shorts as he lay on top of you, his weight bearing down on you, as you made your way through the Marvel movies. You played with his hair, braiding the unkempt ones as his head rested on your chest. You sometimes wished the world could see this Lewis, there was no way anyone could dislike this version of him, he was so soft. 

“Can’t you just call in sick tomorrow and spend the day with me?” You murmured, your voice as lazy as your body felt. 

He raised his head to look at you and pulled a face.

“As much as I would love to, more than anything, there are no sick days in motorsport, baby.”

“But…I’ll miss you.” You used your baby voice, the voice that always made him melt. 

Lewis moved up your body slightly so his face was level with yours, his middle pressed down on yours too.

“I’ll miss you too, baby.” He brushed his lips over yours. “So much, you wouldn’t believe.”

Your lips met naturally, as they always did. Soft, lazy kisses, neither one of you rushing, just embracing the feeling of the other. Lewis’ ran a hand up your T shirt, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb as your tongues massaged one another. You could feel him harden up against you, his cock twitching as it itched to get inside of you. You reached down to free it from its restraints, it slapped against your wet core. Lewis’ breath was heavier now, you held his length, rubbing his tip across your folds. 

“Put it in for me, baby.” He growled at you between kisses. 

You did just that, lining him up at your entrance, he gently pushed inside you and held still. Both of you gasping at the feel of one another’s bodies connected together. You traced your fingers down his back, tickling the skin to send a shiver down his spine. Lewis made love to you. Slow, gentle thrusts, just enough pressure to bring you both to orgasm at the same time. Even at the peak of both highs, you kept your lips locked together, revelling in the undoing of the other. 

Neither one of you moved, Lewis stayed deep inside of you, even when he had softened almost completely. You held him tight, his head rested back on your chest as your breathing was still laboured from the high. Neither one of you wanted this moment to end. 

~

You knew when Lewis was in his office he was in a zone that was hard to break him out of, hard but not impossible. You crept up behind him silently as he was listening to one of his many unreleased songs, and ran your hands down his topless body.

“Hey baby.” He kissed your arm, his eyes still focused on the laptop screen.

“I want you.” You so bluntly said in the soft voice that always melted him. 

“Give me 15 minutes and I will be all yours, I promise.” Still, his eyes stayed focused on what he was working on, much to your annoyance.

“I wouldn’t wait too long, you’re getting old.” You attempted to walk off but he grabbed your arm, holding you in position. 

“What did you say?” You had his attention now. 

“You’re getting old, you shouldn’t wait too much longer otherwise you might need a Viagra to-” 

You didn’t get to finish your sentence, Lewis stood up and threw you against his desk, pushing your back down to make you arch it for him, knocking your knees to force them further apart. He smacked a hand across each cheek so hard you knew you would be sore for days before he pushed inside of you with a weighted thrust. 

“Oh go-” You cried out as you felt him stretch you with urgency, your words were broken by the force in which he thrust into you once more. 

Slow yet hard thrusts, over and over, he watched your body struggle to take him, your moans hitching in your throat as he took your breath away.

“Take it, baby.” He growled down at you. “Be a good girl and take the dick you were so desperate for.”

He was trying to prove a point with every thrust, he wanted to prove to you how hard he could still get it, not that you needed him to. 

Lewis gripped your hair tightly, pulling you back up against his body as his free hand ran down to your clit, rubbing it in the way only he knew how. He chuckled as he felt you whimper, he knew how to work your body perfectly, he could make you cum in minutes if he wanted to. 

“Does that feel good baby?” He moved your head so you faced him. 

“Yes, Da-” You whimpered, you were so close now you could barely speak.

“Good.” 

He threw you back down on his desk before he relentlessly pounded you, each stroke hitting deep inside of you. He felt your walls tighten, he knew you were almost at your peak, he spanked your cheeks once more.

“Cum for me.” He hissed, his own orgasm fast approaching. 

You did just as you were told, you came undone all around his cock, your hands grabbed for anything they could find as you moaned so loud it was almost a scream. With a couple more sloppy thrusts, Lewis released himself deep inside of you with a groan. 

He pulled his cock out of you and slapped it against your cheek, the last few squirts decorating it proudly. He helped you up from the position you still found yourself in, breathless and your mind hazy. He kissed you on the lips. 

“That better?” He asked you, you could only nod. “Good, now keep that inside of you until I am finished with my work. Every little drip down your legs will remind you of how hard I can fuck you, regardless of my age.” 

“I was onl-” He pressed a finger to your lips to stop you talking.

“I have things to do, now go be a good girl and wait for me in the bedroom.” He moved you closer to the door. “Once I am done with this, I am going to come and fill you up once more.” 

He spanked your cheeks as he watched you leave his room to prepare yourself for round two. 

~

You thought this was it, you thought this was the moment the two lines would appear on the test and the one thing you had both wanted more than anything for the past year would be a reality. It wasn’t. Once again, it was a false alarm, a cruel trick your body played on you every few months, it was heartbreaking each time. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Lewis asked as he climbed into bed behind you, wrapping his warm body over you.

You had been laid in bed for hours, cuddled up to a sleeping Roscoe, you had cried all of the tears possible. 

“I thought this was it, I thought I was finally pregnant.” You whimpered in a disappointed tone. “I just want to give you a baby.”

“Please stop torturing yourself, it’ll happen.” He planted soft kisses all over your cheeks. “And until then, we will just keep trying.” 

His lips finally reached yours, his lips were like magic, somehow they took away any upset you felt each time. 

“Want me to help you feel better baby?” He rubbed a hand down the outside of your thigh. 

“Yes, please.” 

He stripped you both of your clothes with little effort, insisting you stay on your side as he holds your leg up and inserts himself into you. He hums into your ear as the feeling of you all around his cock is a feeling like no other. 

He fucked you slowly, every stroke hitting deep inside of you as he plays with your clit, soothing you with every wave of pleasure that washed over you. He makes you orgasm fast, his eyes focus on your face as he watches you ride your high all over his cock before releasing himself with intent. 

He always keeps himself inside of you after sex, but even more so now, he doesn’t want any part of him to escape your body. He wants you pregnant as much as you do. 

~

“You’ve been such a good girl today, I should really let you cum shouldn’t I?” 

Lewis had been edging you for a while now, bringing you so close to orgasm with both his fingers and his cock before withdrawing them from you each time. He enjoyed watching your body spasm from the sudden lack of pleasure, your face frown in desperation for him to send you over the edge. He enjoyed being in control of everything you felt and he never had more power over your feelings than when he controlled your ability to cum. 

He was buried deep inside of you in missionary, his go to position when he planned to fuck you all night. His ability to hold off from his own orgasm, just to tease yours, was almost inspiring, his self control was something to admire. 

“Please, Daddy.” You moaned in frustration. 

It was now taking only a couple of strokes before you were close, so sensitive, so hungry your body was for that electrifying release that only Lewis could give you. 

“Beg me. Beg me to let you cum.” His voice was laced with a groan now, you could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. 

“Please make me cum, Daddy.” He showed his approval of your words by beginning soft strokes once more. “Please let me make you cum too, I need you to cum inside of me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his face full of curiosity at your words.

“You want me to cum inside you and make you pregnant, don’t you?” He picked up pace, his thrusts harder as he hit all of your walls. “Do you deserve that, baby? Do you deserve me breeding you?” 

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been such a good girl for you, please.” 

He hooked your legs up higher on his arms, making sure he was as deep as he could possibly get inside of you as he pounded you, 

“Yes, you have.” He spat in your mouth, twice. You swallowed it with appreciation. “Such a very good girl, and just for that, I’m going to fuck a baby into you.” 

He needed no more convincing, you didn’t need to beg anymore. He made you orgasm, finally. You came undone, your whole body shaking as he fucked you through it, your nails clawing into his back, your moans piercing the air. Your fingers ran down to his cheeks, digging into them to push him inside of you more. 

“Make me a mummy.” You moaned into his ear.

Your words sent him over the edge, he moaned out as he came hard inside of you before collapsing his whole weight on top of you. As his waves of pleasure washed over his body, you tickled his back with your fingers. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” You whispered. 

~

Lewis climbed into bed after putting your son down to rest for the night and leant his head against your swollen breasts, like he always did before you had your son.

“Ouch.” You winced, immediately he jumped up off of you.

“Sorry baby, I forgot.” He rubbed your breast tenderly. “They’re still not easing up, huh?”

“Not one bit, they are so swollen and full of milk and I can’t pump anymore out tonight.” He could see the discomfort in your eyes and just wanted to do something.

“Maybe I can help?” His eyebrow raised at his own suggestion. 

“You would do that?” The thought had never even crossed your mind before.

“If it’s good enough for a little man, it’s good enough for his daddy.” He smirked. “Shall I help you?” 

You nodded nervously, this was new territory for the both of you, that always made you nervous. 

Lewis wrapped his lips around your permanently erect nipple, his hand cupping your breast underneath. He began to massage it ever so softly as he sucked on your nipple. Your eyes rolled back at the instant relief he was giving you, you watched him suck your breast cautiously at first but then it happened, he let out a little moan against your skin, he was enjoying it. 

You noticed the harder he sucked the bigger he grew in his shorts, this was turning him on, you had unlocked a new kink in him and you were more than game to help him explore this.

~

Both of you were unsteady on your feet as you made your way into your apartment. Lewis had pulled you into him a few times whilst you made your way up in the elevator, he always made sloppy, obvious moves with a little alcohol in his system and tonight was no different. He would have fucked you in the elevator, or in the hallway, if you had let him. The moment your front door shut he pounced, grabbing at your cheeks as he kissed your neck. 

“I need to be inside of you, right now.” He growled, his hunger piercing through his words. 

“Go lay down, I’ll freshen up and be right in.” 

~

Lewis was laid back naked on your bed as you joined him in the room, he had an arm hooked behind his head, cock proudly on display and rightly so, he had a member to be proud of. You stepped out of your panties, making your way over to join him.

“Keep your dress on, I’ve wanted to fuck you in it all night.” 

Lewis’ voice was deeper than usual, he was clearly very tipsy, you saw this as your perfect chance to take advantage of his weakened state. You wanted to fuck him, not be fucked, tonight. 

You climbed onto him, your dress rose up to your hips as you slid your folds across his shaft on purpose. His hands instinctively grabbed for your hips, his fingers dug into your skin so hard you knew you would have bruises in the morning. Your kisses were sloppy, his tongue fought yours for dominance as you felt him grow harder and harder underneath you. His hand moved between you, his attempt to put himself inside of you. 

“Let me do it.” You hissed. 

He didn’t resist, he moved his hand back to your hip as you rose up before sliding down on him, he let out a little groan as your core engulfed him. You slipped your fingers in between his as you rocked on him, pushing his arms back behind his head. 

“No touching.” He screwed his face up at you. “No touching, otherwise you don’t get to cum.” 

His eyes rolled back in his head, you worked your hips rocking on him as he struggled to give up control to you. Every part of him was aching to touch you, to guide your movements, to hold your hips down as he fucked you from underneath but he obeyed your words. 

You soon brought both of your orgasms close, as you felt yourself peak you ran a hand up his torso and tickled your fingers across his neck lightly. His eyes rolled back once more, he liked it.

“You want to cum don’t you?” You moaned, he nodded as he bit his bottom lip. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me up.” 

Your orgasm ran through your body as his whole body twitched underneath you, his hips thrusting upwards as he released himself before falling back to the bed heavily. You didn’t get off of him, instead you laid forward so your head rested on his clammy chest, relishing in how fast his heart was beating as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Don’t get too used to that, baby.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead, still buried inside of you. 

“I thought you liked it? Especially the part with my hand aro-” 

“That was a one time thing. As soon as I catch my breath, I will show you who is really in control.” 

~

“You are so beautiful.” Lewis growled as he stood over you. “So beautiful, so obedient, you really would do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed you shared, Lewis had told you to be ready for him when he got home and you knew what that meant. When you received that kind of message from him you knew he had spent the whole day thinking about all of the ways he was going to have you when he got home. 

You were ready, willing, sitting in nothing but a tiny slip, looking up at the powerful man that stood above you. He could read the obedience in your eyes and it pleased him. His hand caressed your cheek, his thumb stroked across your jawline. The anticipation of his next move caused your breathing to be heavy. 

Slowly he traced your jaw with his thumb before it brushed across your lips, teasing it into your mouth where it was met with your tongue guiding it down your throat. A smile crept across his face as you sucked on it.

“Such beautiful lips, the perfect mouth.” His praise meant everything to you. 

He soon replaced his thumb with two fingers, you held your breath as he pushed them down your throat, your lips sucked at them. He let out a little satisfied groan as he watched you fight against your gag reflex until you could hold it back no more and your throat contracted. He withdrew them from your mouth immediately, observing you as you tried to catch your breath, to settle yourself as your eyes began to water. 

Lewis brought his lips down to meet yours, his tongue fought against yours with force. He used the same thumb to wipe away the single tear that escaped your eye and was running down your cheek. 

“I’m going to have tears streaming down your face in a moment.” He spoke as he unbuckled his belt. 

~

“Shall I get you another drink?” Lewis asked as he made his way back over to your table. You didn’t answer him, instead you rolled your eyes at him and stood up. “Where are you going?” 

“Bathroom.” You didn’t even look back as you answered him, walking past him like he was just another guy in the room.

You were at a dinner function with practically the whole of the Formula One world and Lewis had left you alone at your table for a while as he mingled with people. That annoyed you a little at first but your blood boiled as you watched him charm two women in conversation, he couldn’t help himself but flirt with everyone around him, and the two women he was with moments ago were clearly enjoying it.  

“Come here.” Lewis growled at you as you left the bathroom. He moved position so you were leant against the wall of the dark hallway, lit only by tiny spotlights. “Tell me why you’re being a brat.” 

He stood away from you but you could still feel the heat from his body, his face was a permanent scowl, he was mad at you. 

“You left me alone and then you were-” 

“You’re jealous. Say it, you are jealous.” He moved closer to you, still not touching you, but so close his breath tickled your skin. 

“I was jealous.” You whispered.

“And why were you jealous? Have I not made it clear that I only have eyes for you?” His fingers brushed across the material of your dress, shifting it up ever so subtly so you could feel his fingertips tickle the skin of your upper thigh. 

“I guess, I-” 

The pad of his middle finger hit your clit with little concern about going easy on you from the start. 

“You guess? Oh, you are being a huge brat tonight, aren’t you?” 

He flicked your pearl roughly, your hand fell to his wrist to make him slow down, the intensity was enough to make you lose control of your legs. 

“Let go of me, now.” He hissed. “You don’t get to decide how I fuck you, especially when you have been so badly behaved.” 

He pushed two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan out much to his delight. 

“Lewis, anyone could see us right now.” You pleaded whilst you still could, you knew the rate he was working his fingers inside of you, you would soon be so consumed with pleasure you wouldn’t be able to function. 

“I don’t care.” He fucked you relentlessly with his fingers, his whole body moved in time with his fingers as they rubbed against your pleasure point. “There’s no need to be jealous, baby. Your pussy is the only pussy I want to play with. Your body is the only body I want to make feel like this.” 

“Lewis, I’m gon-” 

He removed his fingers from you the moment he felt your walls tighten around them, stepping away from you at once as he smoothed out his clothes like nothing had just happened. 

“Now, shall we go and join the party?” He held his hand out, the evidence of moments ago still glistening on his fingers. “Don’t look like that, you know that only Good Girls get to cum.” 

~

“I can’t stop staring at you, that dress, your figure…” Lewis whispered into your ear as you sat at his table at the Met Gala. 

“It’s all for you, Sir.” You whispered back to him, holding his eye contact for a little longer than usual, just so he knew you were thinking very naughty thoughts about him. 

He wasn’t lying, he kept staring at you all night long, paying little attention to anyone else who tried to speak with him. If it wasn’t obvious you were fucking before, it certainly was now. Every chance he got, he touched you. You often found his hand teasing your thigh under the table, he held the small of your back as you made your way around the room together. Every now and then he would whisper something filthy into your ear, flushing you with embarrassment. 

It came as no shock that the moment he had you alone in the car you were sharing to an after party, he pounced on you. His lips worked against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, he was so hungry for you. 

“Shall we just skip the party and head back to the hotel?” He purred in between kisses as he palmed the uncomfortable hardness in his trousers. 

“We can’t.” You pushed him back to his seat. “But I can help relieve some of that tension for you before we do.” 

He let you take control, he needed relief from you more than anything right now, you were truly the cause and the cure to his frustration.

You took out his cock from his trousers, smirking as it throbbed with even the slightest touch from you. You got to work immediately, neither one of you cared that the driver could see and hear everything as you took him into your mouth. 

His hand fell to rest on the back of your head, he let out a sigh of relief, his head fell back to the headrest as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. 

“Fuck baby, I won’t last long.” He moaned.

You knew he wouldn’t, you could make him cum in minutes with your mouth and you loved it. You picked up pace, twisting your hand around his base, rolling your mouth down to meet. 

You felt his legs twitch, his breathing got heavy, you brought him right up to his peak and took him out of your mouth. Still working him over the edge with your hand, you smacked his tip against your tongue whilst holding his stare. He came so much, way more than you expected, you did your best to keep it on your tongue but it squirted up your cheek too. 

“Oops.” He giggled when he had finally caught his breath and could help you clean up. The car had stopped, the driver kindly waited outside of the car whilst you both gathered yourselves. 

“Is it obvious?” You asked him, flushed with the reality of all the paparazzi waiting outside to picture him. 

“No, you’re good. Your face looks perfect.” He kissed your lips. “We might have a problem here though.” 

He motioned to the stain on your dress, impossible to clean off within the next few minutes. You thought for a moment, both of you staring at the mark he had caused. 

“I guess I’ll just have to wear it with pride, won’t I?” 

~

Lewis watched you as you moved about the house, your dress so short that every now and then he got a little peak of your ass. He tried to resist, he tried to let you get on with whatever you were doing but his need for you overcame him. 

His hands grabbed your hips as you leant over the kitchen counter, organising the cupboard. You jumped the moment you felt them dig into you, his crotch rubbing up against your cheeks, already semi hard. 

“Are you trying to tempt me, baby?” He grumbled as he ran his hands under the material of your dress, digging his fingertips into your skin to get a proper feel. 

“Lewis, I am just organising the cupboard…” 

“That dress is so short, all I can see is your amazing ass and it's making me just want to…” He tapped it ever so slightly, a demonstration of what he had been thinking about doing to you. “You’re such a tease, baby.”

You giggled, it had worked. You wanted his attention, the kind of attention that made him bend you over a surface and spank you for being naughty, and you got it. 

“Bend over properly, I want to see it all.” He commanded, you did as you were told. “Good girl, just like that.” 

Lewis spanked you a little harder this time, his rings caused a sharp sting on your skin causing you to yelp. 

“Oh, sorry baby, I forgot-” He began taking off his rings one by one.

“No, keep them on. I like it.” You looked back at him, a devilish look in your eye.

“You do?” His eyebrow was raised as he slid back down his fingers. “They’ll leave a mark, you know?” 

“I hope they do, then you’ll really have something to stare at when I wear my short dresses around the house.” 

The palm of his hand met your skin with such force you had to bite your lip just to suppress the moan. Lewis spanked you with one hand, he palmed at the hardness in his shorts with the other. Hearing you whimper with pleasure every time the metal hit your skin, seeing the marks his rings were already leaving, unlocked a new turn on for him and he didn’t plan on stopping until you begged him to. 

~

Lewis was in work mode, and when Lewis was in work mode you knew better than to be anything but the perfect angel. Except, today you didn’t. How could he possibly expect you to just sit in the corner and watch him when he looked that good. 

He had an interview for an American late night TV show to talk about winning yet another World Championship, but he also had a brat sit right across from him as the interview started. You watched as he was introduced, he looked so tempting as he spoke to the host. 

The moment that pushed you over the edge was when you heard him talk about you. The host had asked him about what kept him grounded and he told them all about having such a strong, perfect woman behind him. Daddy knew that praise turned you on, he surely must know praising you in front of millions of people would drive you wild. 

The first Lewis knew of your change in position was when he felt your hands slide up the thighs of his shorts. His whole body froze, he knew what you wanted yet he could really do nothing about it if you decided to take it. You did. You took his still soft member out of his shorts, placing it in your mouth, it grew harder immediately. 

He cleared his throat as you began to suck, his words were flustered now, his normally solid mental weakened by the brat between his thighs. You sucked him slowly, there was no rush, he had a cock that deserved to be worshipped and you were planning to do just that. 

The moment you heard his interview wrap up was the moment you knew you had a few seconds before you were in big trouble. Like you thought, he closed the screen of his laptop and kicked his chair back so you no longer had him in your mouth. 

“Up, now.” He growled at you, you did as you were told. 

Lewis gripped the back of your hair, his eyes darkened with a mixture of anger and hunger before he bent you over his desk. 

The palm of his hand slapped against one of your cheeks, instantly sending a sharp sting across it. 

“Such a cock hungry little slut, aren’t you?” He growled, landing a slap on the other cheek to match the first. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. You were saying such nice things-” You whimpered, your core soaked from the spanking like he knew you would be.

Lewis pushed himself into you with all of his weight behind, you tried to steady yourself on the desk but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Is this what you wanted, brat?” He hissed, relentlessly pounding you. “Is this what you couldn’t wait for?”

“I just wanted to make you feel good, Daddy.” You cried out between moans. 

Lewis felt you tighten as he hit your pleasure point over and over again with pace. The moment he felt you about to cum he pulled out of you, spanking you once more for good measure. 

“But-” You attempted to reason with him, still worked up from your almost high. 

Lewis kissed you on the lips so tenderly, a stark contrast to the way he was treating your body just moments ago. 

“No baby, you know that when you are a brat you do not get to cum.” He took your hand to help you steady your uneasy legs. “But because you were so much of a brat today, Daddy doesn’t get to cum either.” 

He knew your own orgasm denial would be hard on you but he knew that you being the reason for his own denial would be torture. 

~

Lewis sat between your knees, him in nothing but some grey shorts, you in one of his T Shirts. This had become your weekly routine, on his first day back from a race weekend you would care for him in so many ways. You would help his body recover, help his mind reset from the intensity that every race built. 

He was always relaxed as he sat on the floor between your legs, your fingers gently unbraiding his hair, you were so gentle with him at times his head would fall to your knee as he drifted in and out of sleep. Today he was more alert, he found the image of you taking care of his hair so lovely he couldn’t help but stare at you in the mirror as you did so. 

Once his hair was fully out, he shook his head to admire his beautiful curls. You carefully ran your fingers through them, you had them smothered in coconut oil as you did so, loosening them a little before you ever took a comb to his curls. 

You both would spend quite a while in silence, you wanted him to feel relaxed and he would just admire you in the mirror. Every now and then you would catch his gaze as he stared through the reflective glass and smiled. Lewis would mouth the words ‘I love you’ making you blush, every single time. 

~

“Wow.” Lewis commented as he watched you leave the bedroom all dressed up for your night out with the girls. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You let out a giggle as you felt Lewis grab you by your hips, pulling you back into him as he smothered your neck in kisses. “Stop, you’ll ruin my hair.”

“What if I do? Will that make you stay home with me?” Your whole body shivered as he sucked on the nape of your neck. He held your wrist, bringing your hand behind you to place it on his middle. “You feel what you’re doing to me?”

“When we get home, I’ll help you with that, I promise. Now, let me go or I’ll be late.”

“I love you, baby. Be safe.” Lewis kissed you goodbye as you headed out to your waiting friends, he left the apartment not long after you, to join his at a bar.

~

It took all of five minutes once your friend had posted the video of you dancing to her story for Lewis to message you. 

‘I am on my way. x’ 

An excited shiver tingle throughout your body as you read it, you had been together for so long, hardly spending any time apart at all, yet one little video had him ready to come and claim his girl back into his possession immediately. 

There was something you found so hot about being picked up by Lewis in his Red LaFerrari. No one could see who was driving of course, but everyone stared as you exited the club and climbed into the passenger seat. That moment really triggered your exhibitionist kink, if the car had the space you would have climbed on his lap right there and then but it didn’t so instead you had to settle for a long kiss that lead to you sucking on his tongue just a little, to make sure he knew what you wanted to do. 

Lewis drove you both home with a hand gripped on the inside of your thigh, every now and then his pinkie would tickle your middle as he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip. He was just as hungry as you were. 

The moment you stepped out of the car Lewis had a hand holding your ass, right in the middle, so his fingers were pressed against your core. The moment your front door closed behind you both he pulled you into him, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he walked you over to the kitchen counter. 

Lewis turned you around, bending you over the counter before pulling your panties to the side. His finger traced through your folds as his other hand held the small of your back down, he wanted you to stay in position, he needed you to just take it. 

Before you even had a moment to compose yourself, he had filled you up completely with his thickness. 

“Fuck, I have been dying to be in this pussy all night.” He groaned as your walls engulfed him. “Be a good girl and just take it for Daddy.” 

Shrieks of pleasure escaped your lips as Lewis fucked you, hard. A hand gripped your hair, pulling you up to him so he could suck on the skin of your neck, never once breaking stride as he drove into you desperately seeking both of your releases. 

He brought his other hand over your mouth, the moment he felt your tongue tickle the skin he knew what you wanted. He slipped two fingers into your mouth to choke you, a groan escaping his lips as he felt how hard you sucked on them. The knot in your stomach exploded so quickly it had no time to build. 

“That’s it baby, cum all over my dick.” He groaned, holding back his own release to fuck you through yours. 

The moment he was sure you were through it, he pushed you back over the counter and pounded you with no regard but his own release. He filled the apartment with loud moans as his orgasm hit, his fingertips bruising your skin as he pushed your cheeks up to release deep inside of you. 

~

“No more going out dressed like that, baby.” Lewis mumbled as he held you in his arms on the sofa, both of you still recovering from your highs. 

“Why? You know I wouldn’t entertain anyone else.” 

“It’s not that, silly.” Lewis giggled. “It’s just impossible for me to not pick you up early and fuck you over the first surface I find.”

~

“So when are we going to cut this being professional shit and admit we both want to fuck?” 

Lewis’ blunt words cut through the tension in the room you both sat in alone. You were there to interview him, something you had done many times before, yet this was the first time he had spoken so candidly with you.

“Excuse me?” Despite only being two words, they stuttered. 

“Come on, I know you know what I am talking about. I’ve seen the way your eyes can’t help but wander down to my crotch every time I am in a room with you. You wanna know what it feels like?” 

“Lewis…I…” 

The room was suddenly very hot, you fanned at your face with the cue cards you were holding as you shuffled in your chair. He was right, of course, but the fact he had noticed flushed you with embarrassment. 

“Tell me I am wrong.” He stood up. “Tell me you have never thought about it and I’ll apologise for being so inappropriate.”

Lewis stood inches away from you, his crotch purposefully in your eyes as you tried to look everywhere but there. His fingers stroked at your hair, you were frozen.

“Look at me.” Your eyes met his. “Now tell me you don’t want to and I promise I will leave you alone.” 

The nervous bite on your bottom lip as no denial escaped them told him everything he needed to know. He leant down and kissed you with just enough pressure that you could feel it but it left you wanting more. He pulled away, taking your hand to get you to stand up. 

You were the same height, you’d never noticed that before but now you were closer to him than you had ever been before as you both stared into each other's eyes. 

Lewis knelt down and lifted you up, he carried your full weight with ease, his lips met yours once more, his tongue danced against yours as he carried you to the nearest wall he could find. 

He wasted no time, he knew what both of you wanted and he was going to make sure you got it. He pulled his cock out with one hand whilst still holding you against the wall and kissing you, the man's multitasking skills were something to be admired. 

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned as he pushed into you, his size was something out of this world, something you were in no way prepared for. 

“I know. Feels better than you thought, right?” He smirked, he knew how big he was and he was delighted that you did too now. “Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” 

Lewis didn’t lie. He was relentless in his pounding of you, waves and waves of pleasure sailed through your body as he drove in and out of you, he didn’t stop kissing you the whole time, apart from moments when he broke to let out a little groan. 

Your nails clawed at his shirted back, the knot in your stomach tightened so fast you almost didn’t have time to warn him. 

“Lewis, I’m gon-” 

“Ssh, baby. I want you to, don’t hold back.” He soothed, taking his lips away from yours so he could watch how good he made you feel. 

The knot exploded, he kept pace, fucking you through every single wave of pleasure that washed over you as you came undone. Your whole body shook in his arms, the orgasm was more intense than you had ever experienced before. The moment he was sure you were coming down from your high he allowed himself to reach his peak too, thrusting into you a couple more times before his own knot exploded, joined by a deep groan in your ear. 

He carefully placed you back on your feet, your legs felt like jelly so he held your hand, leading you back to the seat he had taken you from. 

“So.” He still had a satisfied smirk on his face, like he had uncovered a secret of yours. 

“So what?” Your voice was as shaky as your legs. 

“So did it feel like you imagined?” 

“You want me to rate your dick?” 

“Yes. Although, I suppose I could just ask you to stand up again and see how bad your legs tremble.” 

~

Your stomach filled with butterflies every time your phone screen lit up with his name. I say name, he saved it as ‘Daddy💜’ when you first met, you soon found out why. 

‘How is my princess doing today? I have sent you a little something for you to treat yourself with x’ 

You knew what that meant, money. You saw he had transferred you an amount that your job wouldn’t pay you in six months, pocket change to him. 

‘Thank you, Daddy. I miss you x’

‘I miss you too, princess. I will fly you out soon, I promise. Have fun spoiling yourself, remember the rules x’

You knew the rules, of course you did. The only return he wanted for his money was pictures of you wearing the stuff you bought with it. You happily obliged each and every time, the confidence boost he gave you upon receiving the images was more than worth it. 

You drove to the shopping mall in your car worth upwards of 100k, Lewis’ birthday present to you this year. In fact, everything you wore or was in possession of was bought and paid for by Lewis. He really did spoil you. 

You spent four hours shopping, trying on many different outfits, shoes and browsing the endless collection of jewellery in your favourite jewellers. It always took a while to find stuff you were certain he would love but when you did, the butterflies returned as you skipped happily back to your car, bags in hand, ready to put on a show for him. 

‘Wow. You look incredible in that dress. x’ He replied to one of your many pictures you sent him. 

You had become quite the expert at finding the best lighting, the best angles to really display your new purchases. 

‘Just one more, I found something a little special that I thought you might like. x’

You knew he would read that message and eagerly await what was to come next. Patience was never his strong point but he was learning with you, he knew you would never disappoint him. 

You lay on your bed, working the camera around to find the best angle to film a video. Once you found it, you moved the camera slowly up your body, displaying all of your curves that he loved so much, decorated with the prettiest white lace lingerie, making sure to reveal just enough to have him craving you. As you made your way past your chest you hovered over your new necklace, it was a petite silver chain that had an Amethyst hanging off of it, you turned the jewel around to reveal it was engraved with ‘LH’ before placing it back against your chest and zooming out to get you face in, you blew him a kiss and sent the video. 

Lewis didn’t reply straight away, not like he had when you sent the others. You worried for a moment that the necklace was too much, neither one of you had brought up the relationship conversation, both of you content with the casual nature of your affection. 

‘Daddy has just booked you a ticket to fly out to me in Dubai, I want you wearing nothing but that lingerie and that necklace for the whole weekend. x’

~

“I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all night, baby.” Lewis whispered into your ear as he slid up behind you, both of his hands placed delicately on your hips. 

You worked your hips back against his middle, you could feel his size even when he was soft, that thick cock of his never failed to make you tingle when you thought of it. 

You were both at a huge family function to celebrate Lewis’ season, both of your families in attendance. It was late into the party and everyone had had a lot to drink, some were dancing, some were talking nonsense to each other in different groups around the hall. The most important thing being that neither one of you were the centre of attention anymore. 

Almost as if he had read your mind, Lewis took your hand and led you over to a quiet corner. He sat down first, a hand inside his trousers.

“We can’t…not here.” You mouthed to him, the music too loud for him to actually hear you. 

“I know. Trust me, just sit down.” He positioned you perfectly on his lap. “Count to three and I’m going to put it inside of you, do not make it obvious.” 

You did as you were told, on the count of three you lifted off his lap and when you sat back down you were filled with his enormous size. He felt you begin to moan so he turned your head, to disguise it with a kiss. 

“Don’t worry, babe. No one will notice. I just wanted you to keep it warm for me for a little while.” He saw how hungry you were for him as you felt him pulsate inside of you. “I promise you, the moment we are home I will fuck you like you want me to.” 

~

You tried not to look at Social Media, especially anything relating to Lewis as it was always so toxic but it was the best place for you to fill the ‘I love Lewis’ hole that formed when he was away for an extended period of time. 

Sure, you had Lewis a FaceTime or a message away, but sometimes he was unavailable for hours because he had to drive around a track and you had needs. Those needs were quite often filled with fancams you found on various sites. 

As you scrolled through Twitter looking for a Lewis fancam you saw a post from Mercedes’ themselves. ‘The kids take over!’ was the title of the video, it was Lewis being interviewed by kids, a lethal combination at the best of times but especially when having kids had been on your mind for a while now. 

You watched him answer their questions with the most thought out responses possible, he was adorable all of the time but he was at his best when he was interacting with children. It brought out the sweetest side to him, the side that made you see what he would be like with the kids you so desperately wanted to have with him. 

He was barely through the door when you jumped on his, wrapping your legs around him without a care as to whether he could support you, luckily he did.

“Someone missed me.” He giggled as he planted a kiss on your forehead before properly closing the door, you still clinging to him like a spider monkey. 

“I wanna have a baby.” You announced rather matter of fact. 

“Sweetie, the normal way to greet someone is hello, not please cum inside me.” He placed you back on the ground, kissing you on your forehead. “Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” 

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I just watched your-” 

“Enough.” He picked you up once more and carried you to the bedroom, throwing you down on the bed. “All you had to do was ask, baby. I don’t need convincing to impregnate you.”

~

“Will I see you tonight?” Lewis asked as he got himself dressed. “At the party, I mean.” He was so quick to correct himself to make sure you had no false impressions.

Only minutes ago he was buried deep inside of you, you had barely even recovered from the encounter and he was already trying to leave. 

“Maybe, I haven’t decided yet.” You asked as you felt that familiar feeling of anxiety build in the pit of your stomach, you knew you were only moments away from him leaving you until the next time he needed a quick release. 

“Hopefully I will see you there.” He kissed you on the forehead before heading out. 

You only ever agreed to this friends with benefits relationship you had found yourself in with Lewis because you thought he would eventually fall for you. He hadn’t. He was an expert at separating sex from any kind of emotional attachment and now, over a year into the situation, every moment of passion was tarnished with the sting of emptiness the moment he left you. 

You spotted him the moment he walked through the door, your radar for him was always on point. Your heart sank when you saw he wasn’t alone. He walked in with a woman who was quite obviously an Instagram model, she clung to his arm, the arm he had held you down on the bed with only hours before. 

He noticed you too, how could he not? You were giving him the most intense death stare from the corner of the room. He smiled and nodded, the same greeting you saw him do to many of your friends as he joined the party. 

You had had enough, you decided you were no longer going to pine after a man who only wanted you for an hour at a time, you were going to find yourself a man who wanted you and only you. Or you were going to make Lewis jealous, you would take either option right now.

“You’ll do.” You mumbled under your breath as you slid in between two guys you vaguely knew.

The guy you were focusing on must have thought he was the funniest guy at the whole party the way you forced out laughs so dramatically you knew Lewis would have noticed. The more you drank, the brazen you became. Lewis wasn’t reacting, at least from what you could tell anyway. You had caught his eye a few times, each time he had looked away first. 

You danced on the guy, quite literally, your arm around his neck as you grinded across his thigh. You were almost enjoying it, right up until you felt a hand grab you and pull you off of him. 

“Come with me, now.” Lewis scowled as he led you outside of the party. “What are you doing in there?”

“Dancing, getting to know someone-” 

“You are making a fool of yourself and of me.” He was angry, more angry than you had seen him for a while. 

“Oh please, no one knows we’re fucking Lewis. You’re fine, your embarrassment is saved, now go back inside. I'm sure tonight’s entertainment is missing you.” 

“What is wrong with you?” He grabbed your wrist to make you focus on him. “Why are you acting like this?” 

“Leave me alone, please.” You pleaded with him, knowing you were a couple breaths away from saying something you would regret. “Please, just go back inside.”

“No, tell me what’s wrong. I’m not leaving until you do.” You knew he wouldn’t move, he was so stubborn. 

“Fine, I’m in love with you. There you go, I’ve said it now you can go back inside and pretend this conversation never happened.” 

“You’re in love with me? How? Why?” 

“I don’t know, I don’t want to be but I am. I’m sorry.” 

He froze for a moment, processing your words before pulling you into him, cradling your head against his chest. 

“Don’t apologise. This causes us quite the problem though, we can’t keep doing what we are doing.”

“No, don’t say that. I can get over you, I-” 

“Stop. I’m not asking you to get over me. I just need to work out how we move forward without hurting you.”

~

Lewis held you for a little while, soothing you against his chest as he stroked your hair. 

“Do you want to come back to mine?” You mumbled, not wanting to break from the warmth of his body but your body screamed at you, you needed more. 

“I don’t think that’s wise now, is it?” You looked up at him, tears formed in the corners of your eyes. 

“Shit, I’ve ruined everything haven’t I? Please, can we forget that I said anything. I will get over these feelings, just don’t leave me.” 

He sighed, pulling you back to his chest, he knew that was the only thing to settle you right now. 

“I’m not going to leave you, I just don’t want to hurt you. Come on, I’ll call you a cab and get you home.” 

“Can you take me, please?” 

“I would, normally but I have-” He nodded towards the party, that was when you remembered he didn’t come alone. 

“So? Get her a cab instead. How long have you known her, five minutes?” 

“I can’t do that, it isn’t fair on her.” 

And that is how you ended up in the back of Lewis’ SUV, watching the girl fawn all over him in the front as he drove the both of you home in silence. He rejected all of her advances, and there were many, making sure to drop her off first. Once she had left, he refused to let you get in the front with him. 

“Why not? I feel like I’m a child right now.” 

“Because, I need to focus, I need to not want to pull over and fuck you. I need a clear mind.” 

You giggled at his words, if he thought you being in the backseat was going to be any easier on him, he was completely wrong. 

You place a heel on each side of his seats, spreading your legs wide, the perfect view to tempt him as he glanced in his back mirror. 

“What are you doing? Stop.” He growled, annoyed at you. 

“I’m just so…horny…all I want is your cock, Daddy.” Your finger traced through your folds as you bit your lip and held eye contact with him through the mirror. “Please don’t leave me wanting.” 

“This isn’t fair. I am trying to do what’s best for you.” He wanted you, you could see if in the reflection of his eyes. “Please, help me do that.” 

“This is what’s best for me, your cock always makes me feel good.” 

Lewis sighed once more and did all he could to not look in the mirror at you for the rest of the journey, ignoring your attention seeking moans as he drove with determination to get to yours fast. 

“Are you not coming in?” Lewis stopped at the doorway of your apartment. 

“I don’t think that is wise, do you? You’ve had too much to drink, it’s been an emotional night. Sleep it off and we will talk tomorrow.” 

You moved closer to him, your hands stroked around his sides before your lips brushed over his, he didn’t move away but he didn’t reciprocate. 

“Forget what I said, please. Just fuck me, that’s all I want from you.” You kissed him hard. “Please, Daddy.” 

There was only so many times Lewis could hear you call him his favourite pet name before he broke down. He crashed into you, walking you to your bedroom with his tongue fighting against yours. He threw off his jacket, pulled off his top and stepped out of his jeans, throwing them all to the floor of a room he had spent so much time in. 

He fell on top of you, your legs wrapped around his sides like they belonged there. 

“Does that feel better?” He stuffed his cock deep inside of you as he held one leg back against your chest. “Is this what you wanted?” 

“Yes, thank you. That feels so good.” He stroked hard, with a steady pace. “Your cock always makes me feel better.” 

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin as he pounded you hard, just the way he knew you liked it. 

“Harder, Daddy.” You moaned. “Punish me for making you angry.” 

He leant back up on his hands, towering above you as he slowly fucked you. 

“You want me to punish you, huh?” His eyes grew darker. “Tell me you love me again.” 

“I-I love you.” You whimpered, struggling to speak as he hit your spot over and over again. 

Lewis’ fingers danced around the base of your neck before he found a grip. 

“Tell me again. Ugh.” He felt your walls begin to tighten around him. “Tell me you love me and I’ll make you cum.” 

“I love you, Daddy.” 

Lewis gripped your neck tighter, a smile planted permanently on his face as he fucked you so expertly to the point of no return.

“That’s it baby, cum all over Daddy’s cock.” 

He felt you explode, your whole body shook under him as he struggled to hold back his own orgasm. 

“I’m so close, baby. Where do you want it?” His grip hadn’t loosened on your neck at all.

“In me…cum in me.” You begged, your voice completely breathless from the orgasm that hadn’t yet relented and the grip he had on your neck.

“Oh fuck.” Lewis came in an instance, his cock throbbing as he decorated your spasming walls. 

He fell to your body before rolling to the side, trying to catch his breath.

“Shit, we shouldn’t have…are you on something?”  

“Yes, Lewis. I am in love with you but I am not trying to trap you.” You giggled, placing your head on his chest, your leg around his. 

He let you lay with him for a long while, in silence. This was new, normally he left pretty soon after he finished. 

“You can go if you want, don’t worry I won’t be distraught.” You purred as you finger twirled the tiny hairs on his chest. 

“I wasn’t thinking about leaving anytime soon. I can’t promise you anything though.” 

“I haven’t asked you for anything?” 

“What I’m trying to say is, we can try and make this work.” You nuzzled into him with a smile. “But I can’t promise it will. I have been single for a long time, I am not sure I want a relationship.” 

“It’s fine. Look, I don’t want to force you into anything with me. I-” 

“You are not forcing me into anything. I care about you, a lot. I want to try with you, but I also don’t want to give you any false hope or hurt you.” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. “Just, be patient with me please. I haven’t had a girlfriend for a very long time. I will make mistakes, I won’t know how to treat you right all the time.” 

“I’ll be patient.”  You kissed the skin of his chest.

~

His fingers played with the keys of his piano as if they were built only to touch them. You sat in between his legs, just listening to the beautiful sounds he created.

His breath tickled your cheek as he lost himself further and further into the music he was playing, his whole body shifted closer to yours. This was your now weekly routine. Lewis had been teaching you to play for months now, ever so patient as you struggled to pick up even the basics, he insisted he could see a talent inside of you. 

“Play with me.” He whispered into your ear.

“I’m not good enough yet.” Your voice was wracked with nerves.

“You are. Play with me.”

You hesitantly allowed your fingers to dance over the few of keys you actually were familiar with. The more you played, the more you were filled with confidence in your ability. It felt natural to be creating such beautiful music with Lewis.

He felt it too, he felt the connection that was growing between you both. Whilst you started as mere acquaintances, your relationship now was more akin to two people besotted with each other, neither one of you brave enough to admit it. Instead you would go through this routine of sitting between his legs as he taught you to play. 

You both lost yourselves completely in the music you were playing together. Lewis brushed his nose against your exposed neck, sending a little shiver up your spine. Your acceptance of his advance allowed him to place soft kisses on your skin. He started to play with just one hand, his other began to play with you instead. He ran it across your thigh, testing the waters to see how daring you would let him be, you didn’t stop playing once. It was as if your fingers were working without thoughts, your mind was so clear in that moment, your eyes closed as his hand wandered further and further up your skirt until the only place left for them to rest was your middle. 

“Mmm.” Lewis whispered in your ear as his fingers traced across your panties. “So wet for me baby.” 

You were. You were overcome with excitement at finally getting closer to the man you had been obsessed with for months. You didn’t stop playing, your melody was the backing music to Lewis moving your panties to the side and tracing a finger through your wet folds. 

He felt your body jolt, your fingers misplace on the keys, as his finger landed on your most sensitive spot. 

“Don’t stop playing, beautiful.” His soft kisses trailed your neck as he began to rub ever so gentle circles on your clit. “I just want to make you feel good.” 

He had stopped playing piano completely now, whilst one hand was at your middle, the other held your waist as if he knew you would soon need the support it offered. 

Your amateur melody was soon mixed with the sounds of your soft moans in the air as Lewis played with your body better than you could yourself. 

“Oh, I’m gonna-” 

“I know, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” 

As he made your orgasm wash through your body he never once stopped rubbing gentle circles on your clit, wanting you to feel every second of your high as he held your trembling body in place. 

“I’m sorry, I stopped playing.” You broke the breathy silence as you came down. 

Lewis took his hand away from your middle, satisfied you were finished and swung you around so you were forced to take seat on his lap, your legs dangling either side of his waist. 

“That is the only time I will accept your disobedience. I made it hard for you, didn’t I?” He teased, nuzzling his nose against yours as you nodded. “Shall we get back to our lesson or would you-” 

You broke his sentence with a forceful kiss, you could feel his smile as he kissed you back, he knew he had opened up a new world for you both. He would still be the teacher though, of course. 

~

Your whole being ached for him. It had been three weeks. Three whole weeks without Lewis, the longest time you had spent apart in the two years you had been together. 

Neither one of you called it a break up, agreeing that you both needed space but in that time you had had zero contact with each other, if it wasn’t for the fact he was on TV every week you probably wouldn’t even have known he was still alive. 

Those weeks of not seeing each other was fast approaching its end, forcefully. You had been invited to what was described as an ‘intimate gathering of friends’ to celebrate your shared friend's birthday, i.e a scenario where you would be forced to see him with little means to escape, it absolutely filled you with dread, with maybe a sprinkling of excitement too. 

You made sure you looked the best you absolutely could, you wore a dress that dropped just below your cleavage and clung to your hips. He would be forced to look at the curves he often swore he loved more than racing, he would be forced to look at the person he lost with only his stubbornness to blame. 

No one would be able to tell you were nervous as you walked into the restaurant, purposefully late. You wanted him to already be there, you wanted him to have to look at you. He did, for a brief moment, he looked up at you and greeted you with a nod. That was it, a nod, like you were a random person who had just joined the party, not the person he supposedly loved. 

You didn’t acknowledge him for the rest of the evening, you had chosen to sit next to your first boyfriend, your high school love, the guy you knew bothered Lewis the most. If he was going to treat you like that, you were going to make sure he suffered. And suffer he did. You paid your ex a little too much attention, laughing at all of his jokes no matter how lame they were, making sure to touch his arm when talking to him. 

The tension was unmissable, everyone felt it. Lewis seethed a few seats away from you, his eyes focused only on you now as he watched you flirt. His chair scraped across the floor as he jumped out of his seat, making his way over to you with everyone watching. 

“Outside, now.” He growled in your ear before leaving the restaurant in a hurry. 

The moment you stepped outside he grabbed your wrist, dragging you with him as he paced down the street, not caring one bit who saw the both of you. 

“Get in.” He opened his car door and ordered you in. 

With anyone else this scenario would have been nothing but terrifying, but with Lewis, with your dynamic, you knew it came from a place of love. 

“This is the first time I have sat in this car and not had your hand on my thigh.” You tried to break the tension with a joke, he didn’t rise to it, he didn’t even acknowledge that you spoke, his eyes stayed focused on the road ahead. 

You followed him up to his hotel room, his home during your separation, like an obedient puppy. He didn’t look behind him once, he knew you would be there. The moment the door shut behind you, you were filled with nervous excitement that immediately pooled at your core. 

Lewis took your hand, his touch way gentler now, and led you to the bedroom where he stood you at the edge of the bed, himself standing only a few inches away from you. 

“Lewis, I-” 

“Are you fucking him?” His words came out so fast you were sure he didn’t even mean to say them, he was normally way more composed than that. 

“No?” You giggled at the ludicrous question, his brow scowled more. 

He crashed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue in your mouth as his weight pushed you down onto the bed. His hands ran all over your body, so starved he was of you he just couldn’t help himself.

Lewis wasn’t in the mood for patience, he needed to be inside of you, he needed to remind you of him. He flipped you over on the bed, pulling your panties down your thighs and throwing them to the floor. Although you could no longer see him, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he pulled his cock out, the sting of his hand connecting with your cheeks made you gasp. 

He smacked the head of his cock against your folds, covering it in the juices that had pooled there from the moment you stepped foot in the room. 

“So desperate for me aren’t you?” 

He held the tip at your entrance as he ran his fingers through the back of your hair, grabbing a handful to steady his next move. 

“Beg me.” He growled. 

You could feel his cock fight against his will for entry but he held back, despite the twitches. 

“Please.” Your voice laced with the pulsating of your core. 

“No. Beg me, make me take pity on you.” 

“Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.” You rocked your hips upwards at his cock, showing him how much you needed him right now. It worked. 

With no ease at all he pushed inside of you, stretching your walls with every inch of his width until he was so deep inside of you, you could feel him in your lower stomach. 

A hiss escaped his lips to match your gasp, it had been so long since he had felt your tightness he almost exploded from the first stroke. He gathered himself for a moment, before he began pounding you into the bed. 

Hard weighted thrusts, his pace faster than you ever remembered, he was fucking you with so much purpose, every stroke was to please and to punish you. 

He flipped you over, slipping out of you only for a second before diving straight back into you. The moment he saw your face he softened his strokes, he was no longer angry, all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of you and feel every second of the pleasure your pussy gave him. 

He brushed his lips over yours, as he slowly thrust in and almost completely out of you. 

“Do not ever forget who you belong to, baby.” He groaned, you could feel he was getting close from the way his cock was throbbing inside of you. 

“I won’t, I’m sorry.” 

He wrapped his arms around your head as he placed his full weight on you now, smothering you with himself as he fucked you with the sole purpose of pushing you both over the edge at the same time. 

The very second he felt your walls tighten just a little he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, despite how desperate he was to fuck you through it. 

You both came undone at once, your bodies still in unison despite the break, your moans still perfectly matched as your bodies shook. Lewis decorated your walls with his cum as they contracted so tightly he hissed. 

Neither one of you spoke, both of you knew that the break was over, that you were going to continue where you left off before all the stupid arguments started happening many months ago. 

Lewis kept his cock snug inside of you, never quite softening fully as he kissed you all over your face, so happy he was to be back with you, and inside of you. He didn’t need to tell you he loved you, you could feel it in every inch of his body. 

~

You would never admit it to him now, but the only reason you ever agreed to even go on a date with Lewis when he first asked you out over Instagram was because you thought he would be a guaranteed fuck. Okay, he is also breathtakingly handsome so that helped too, but you figured he would only be interested in a casual one night thing which suited you just fine, you had needs that desperately needed fulfilling and he seemed like the perfect option. 

He was nothing like you imagined, he was the perfect gentleman from the moment he picked you up for your date until when he stood at your door, kissing you to say goodnight. He made no move to come inside and obviously you were not going to initiate it and be rejected. He woke you the next morning with a sweet morning message, something he has done every morning since and now you’re a month into dating him and so desperately horny you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer. 

‘Do you always move this slow with women?’ 

You were going back and forth on Whatsapp all day at this point, you loved days like this when he was free to speak because he was at home and you were too. It was perfect. 

‘Only the ones I like. Problem?’

‘Kinda. I don’t know how much longer I can wait, it has been a while.’

‘It’s been a month, babe. Hardly forever.’

‘Not for me it hasn’t, I have been single for 2 years now.’

‘Wait, you haven’t had sex for 2 years?! Not even a quick hook up?!’

‘Nope, nothing. I am fussy.’

There was no reply for a while, you wondered if you had put him off. He had been so consistent with his messages, back and forth right up until you initiated the conversation about sex. You were about to message again and ask him as much when your doorbell rang. Lewis.

“I heard you were in need of some help.” He smiled in such a devilish manner you couldn’t help but pull him by the shirt into your apartment and crash your lips into his. 

His hands cupped your face, yours ran down his back as you rolled his shirt down and off of his body. 

He found his way to your bedroom, guiding you both as he locked lips with you the whole way. You tried stripping him some more, but he brushed your hand away each time. 

“Patience, babe.” He whispered against your lips. 

You fell back on the bed, he took his T-Shirt off and your eyes lit up at the sight. Beautiful muscles decorated with the most amazing tattoos you had ever seen, he was like a work of art. 

Lewis smirked at your gaze before joining you, sliding between your legs to meet your lips once more. Your hands brushed over his unbearably soft skin, he could feel your whole body shiver, you were so turned on it was pouring out of every part of you. 

“Has it really been 2 years?” He whispered as he found your sweet spot on your neck, he found your reactions to his touch adorable. 

You felt so innocent underneath him, so untouched he was afraid he might break you. 

“Yes, Lewis. Please.” 

Your desperation for him screamed through your voice, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t a massive ego trip but he also knew he had to make sure you were ready for him. You had no idea what you had signed up for, yet.

He kissed down your chest, giving your nipples a little suck each before he trailed the kisses lower. Your breathing was so weighted in anticipation, he wondered if you might explode the moment he licked there, he hoped you would. 

“Oh fu-” You threw your arm over your mouth to stop yourself from cursing. 

Lewis was an expert at eating pussy, he knew just the right amount of pressure to lap at your clit with, he had you withering on the bed within seconds of touching you, he had to hold you still with a hand across your lower stomach. 

His tongue flicked at your clit with full intention to make you explode, what he wasn’t prepared for as your whole body arched off the bed, was for you to be a squirter. He kept going, massaging your clit with his tongue as you rode out your orgasm, covering every inch of his face in your juices. 

The moment he felt your body return to the bed and your moans soften, he moved up back to eye level with you. 

“I’ve never been with a squirter before.” He giggled, his face still coated.

“Oh no, I’m so sorr-” 

He broke your embarrassed words with a kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue and it only turned you on more. 

“Don’t be sorry, I fucking loved it.” He giggled again. Now he had experienced that once, he couldn’t wait to do that again. “You still want to?”

“More than anything, please.” 

You grabbed for his waistband, pulling his shorts down, his cock sprang out of you and you let out an audible gasp. 

“I know.” He giggled. “I will go slow, I promise.” 

From the moment he placed his tip at your core, he knew you would struggle to take him.

“Relax for me, baby. If it hurts, I’ll stop.” He kissed your sweet spot, keeping you as relaxed as possible as he very slowly pushed into you.

A hiss escaped his lips as your pussy clenched his head. 

“Fuck baby, you are so tight.” His voice was a weighted groan. 

He pushed inside of you some more and this time you were the one to moan. He felt so incredibly big, the stretch was sharp you were so sure he would split you in two. Once he was fully inside of you he dropped his forehead to yours and stared into your eyes. He was letting you get as adjusted as possible to him before he even began. 

“You good?” He asked you, all you could muster was a weak nod in response. 

Slowly he started to fuck you, his movements were so gentle but it was torture for him. You felt so good he wanted to hike your legs up and bury his cock deep inside of you but he knew he had to take his time. 

“Fuck me harder, Lewis.” You’re not sure where that came from but you knew you needed it, more than anything right now. 

He let out a throaty groan as he rose to his knees, placing your legs on his waist before he let you have what you had begged for. 

Your moans rang through your apartment as he drove into you relentlessly. 

“From now on, this pussy is mine.” He growled like an animal. “I am going to stretch you so that only my dick can fill you up, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, oh god, please Lewis.” You were barely able to speak but somehow he understood. 

He fucked you harder, rubbing your clit with his thumb until your whole body trembled and you came undone once more. He had made you squirt again, the sight of your juices squirting everywhere as he fucked you sent him over the edge too and he thrust sloppily once more, releasing himself fully inside of you without caution. 

He fell to the side of you, still plugging you, he curled your legs up over his as he soothed you down from your orgasm. He didn’t know how exactly but he was determined to never lose you, none of the many women he had slept with before had made him cum that hard, he knew you must be special. 

~

The three of you lived quite an unconventional life together but it worked, somehow. You were the woman who stole both of their hearts, you were the reason their rivalry ended and their friendship blossomed into the unbreakable bond it was now. Neither one of them could ever have imagined when they were battling on a track week in and week out, that in a few years time they would be living together as a family with the woman they both crushed on from afar in the paddock. 

You had no clue you had caught their eyes for a while, sure they flirted with you but those two flirted with everyone so you thought nothing of it. But that changed fast, all at once they both made their feelings clear, on the same weekend nonetheless as if they had spoken about it before, but they hadn’t.

Sebastian pulled you to a quiet corner of the garage you worked in and asked you out on a date that Friday evening. His words were sweet but full of nerves too, you actually made him nervous, him a four time world champion who had spent his life competing in a dangerous sport, was nervous around you. You couldn’t refuse, you didn’t want to, Sebastian had been your original Formula One crush, even before you joined the sport years beforehand. He looked simply elated as he told you the restaurant to be at that night for your date. 

Lewis approached you as made your way through the paddock and back to your hotel to get ready for your date with Sebastian. He jogged up behind you, not caring who saw, and stopped you in your tracks by taking hold of your hand, spinning you around to face him. Lewis was a lot more confident in himself, he had an almost perfect track record with women so he knew you were unlikely to refuse a date with him but when you didn’t immediately agree and fell silent, with an awkward look on your face it threw him off completely. 

“Thank you for the kind offer, normally I would have love to but the thing is…” You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should reveal you date as Sebastian might want to keep it quiet but also you didn’t want to totally destroy Lewis’ confidence either. “Sebastian already asked me, not too long ago actually. We’re going out tonight.” 

“This guy…” Lewis chuckled, shaking his head as he processed the fact Sebastian had got a girl over him. “So if it wasn’t for Seb, would you have said yes?” 

“Erm…yeah, I guess I would have.” You couldn’t deny you were attracted to Lewis’ too, the last few years he had really grown into his looks, he looked like a literal work of art now. 

“Fine. How does this sound? You go on your date with Sebastian tonight and I will take you out tomorrow and then you can choose.”

“I mean, shouldn’t we consult Sebastian-”

“Don’t worry about him, I will speak to him.” Lewis smirked as he knew you wouldn’t refuse his offer. “He’s always been my favourite rival, why break a career long habit for a woman?” 

And so you did just that, you spent the weekend dating both men with the agreement that on Sunday all three of you would meet up over dinner before you all flew back home, to discuss who you picked. 

The problem was though, as you sat through dinner with the both of them, listening to their friendly teasing of each other, watching them discuss in depth about a social justice issue so passionately, you knew it would be impossible to choose. 

It came to the end of the night, most of the other diners had left and the waiters were cleaning up around you three, you knew your time had run out. 

“So?” Sebastian asked as he and Lewis both stared at you, hoping for a clue in your body language or where your eyes fell. 

“I can’t choose.” You couldn’t look them in the eyes. 

“You have to, sweetie. We can’t both have you.” Lewis chuckled at the thought. 

“I can’t pick one of you over the other, I like you both. Tonight has been the best date of them all.” You finally looked up at them, both of them had furrowed brows. “I think the easiest thing to do would be to choose neither of you.” 

Your decision hit both men like a tonne of bricks. You smiled at their scowls as you left the restaurant. The walk back to your hotel was short but filled with anxious thoughts. You would have to face them both again the very next weekend, you were certain neither would speak to you again. 

You had barely been inside your room five minutes when there was a knock at your door, standing at the other side was both men looking sweet. 

“How did you know where my room was?” You asked they both walked in and took a seat next to each other at the end of your bed. 

“We followed you.” Sebastian spoke for matter of fact. “Don’t look like that, we wanted to make sure you got back safe.”

“Any way, we have been talking and we have a proposition for you.” Lewis was impatient with his words. 

“You do?” 

“Yes. We aren’t going to make you choose between us, you can have us both.” 

“If you want to, of course.” Sebastian corrected Lewis’ rushed words with manners. 

“So you mean like…threesomes and stuff?” 

Both men laughed at your shocked look, their world was so crazy in comparison to yours that they had forgotten how innocent you were. 

“Well that will be one of the many things we will have to discuss, I guess.” The laughter behind Sebastian’s words was adorable. “So, how does it sound?”

Both men unintentionally held their breath as they waited for you to process their offer and speak your conclusion. 

“I don’t know what I am agreeing to here, but yes. I want both of you.” 

The truth was, none of you really knew what you were letting yourselves in for but maybe that was for the best. 

~

You woke in the same position you fell asleep in, except it was sans Lewis inside of you, much to your disappointment. You could hear the shower running down the hall, the faint singing told you exactly where he was. You adjusted your position as you attempted to get up, you wanted to join him but your whole body ached, especially your core, so much so you practically limped into the bathroom. 

Lewis had been very rough with you for the first time last night. You always knew he held back somewhat when he fucked you, not wanting to fully give in to his urges but last night was the first time you convinced him to do exactly what he wanted with you. He was brutal, relentless, but it was also the best sex you had ever had. It hurt, of course, but the multiple orgasms that he drew out of you were mind blowing. 

Lewis ran his fingers over the bruise on your collarbone, both of you reminisced that he gave it to you by sucking on your skin as he choked you whilst you rode him. He kissed the spot, trailing kisses up your neck until he met your lips. Within an instance you were turned on again, and he could tell too. He giggled as he kissed you underneath the warm water then ran over both of your bodies. 

“Once we get home, I promise.” He whispered into your mouth. 

It was so hard to hide your discomfort from him as you squirmed in your seat of his car. The aching was a heat that ran throughout your whole body but pooled at your core, that did nothing but remind you of last night. 

You had hidden it so well, until the café you met your friends at for brunch insisted on only having hard wooden chairs to it. Lewis’ eyes shot to you the moment you hissed as you sat down, he knew immediately that he had hurt you. 

You knew you were in trouble, the whole car journey home was one of limited conversation as Lewis stewed in his seat. 

“Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” He scowled the moment you both walked through the door. “It was never my intention to cause you pain.” 

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” You curled yourself into his chest to calm him down. “It felt amazing.” 

“But today you can barely sit without it causing you pain, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid-”

“I like it, Lewis.” He raised one eyebrow at you. “I like that my neck stings in the shape of your hand, I love the burning ache inside of me right now, it reminds me of your cock. I love it, and I want more.” 

You ran your hand over his crotch, he was hardened by the words you said to him. 

“Can we please do it again, Daddy?” You used your submissive voice, the one that made his cock throb. 

“We can. But not today, today you need to heal.” 

Lewis dropped to his knees and pulled apart your legs with his hands, resting his tongue against your still swollen clit. 

“Today I am going to spend hours kissing every little ache you have better.” 

~

Your first weekend as a paddock massage therapist had gone well so far, everyone was so friendly and welcoming and all the drivers you had massaged so far were nothing but polite.

You were never told in advance who you would be working on, you were simply sent a message with a location and off you went. 

You entered the drivers room without looking in the direction of the table at first, you placed your bag down and took out the oil before turning around. That is when you saw who it was, Sir Lewis Hamilton. 

He was laid on the table in wait for your services, clad in a small white towel that barely covered his modesty. You tried to play it cool even though every nerve in your body stood on end, he was the driver you were most nervous to meet, he was the only one you couldn’t help but be attracted to. 

His back was decorated in the most beautiful tattoos, your eyes darted across every little muscle you could see, he was beautiful, even from behind. 

You trickled oil down his spine, his whole body shook as the coldness hit him at once. Slowly you worked your hands into the muscles of his back, shining his tattoos with the oil you were rubbing in. His body relaxed under your touch, you dripped more oil over him as you worked down his shoulders and the back of his legs. 

He knew the exact moment to turn over, having had a massage a thousand times before. Your eyes met and he gave you a soft smile before he closed them again. 

It was so much harder to stay focused on your job now that he faced you, his face was beautiful, his body divine and the prominent bulge barely hidden by the towel was hard to not stare at. 

Is he hard? You thought to yourself as you worked down his body, your hands creeping closer and closer to it. If he had opened his eyes now he would have seen hunger in them as you oiled his thighs, your fingers brushed under his towel to reach to the top and he let out a sigh. His cock throbbed under the towel, it was unmistakable, he was rock hard. 

You fought against every urge you had to touch it, it was right there, you imagined it was just as beautiful as the rest of him. You poured some more oil in the palm of your hand, warming it first this time, as you worked up his thighs once more, focusing on the upper inside. The closer your hands got, the more his hips bucked upwards. 

Does he want me to touch it? You knew if you read the signals wrong your career would be over before it even started but you couldn’t stop yourself. Your fingers moved shyly across his balls at first, he let out another exasperated sigh but he didn’t stop you. You dared further, running them up his shaft before taking a handful, and it really was a handful, of him. Lewis groaned as you slowly worked your hand up his shaft. He threw back the towel so you could move freely. 

Your mouth salivated at the sight of his cock. Your fingers barely fit around his thickness, your hand looked so tiny in comparison. You worked him slowly at first, rolling your hand up and down his shaft. His body twitched as the pleasure washed over him, his mouth let out the most satisfying groans. His hand held the back of your thigh, stroking it in rhythm with you. 

You placed your other hand at the base, so big he was you could work him with both. Soon he was dripping pre cum with every stroke, every fibre of your being wanted to run your tongue over the slit just to taste him. 

His groans grew more frequent, louder, as his body started to roll. You could tell he was so close now, you worked him faster to encourage him to finish. With a deep breathy moan he bucked his hips towards you as he finished in your hands, spurting trickles of cum all over his body, the final drops ran down your fingers. 

He finally opened his eyes once again, biting his bottom lip as if he was embarrassed by what just happened. You met him with an equally embarrassed look, blushing as you fetched a towel to clean you both up. 

“What’s your name, beautiful?” 

~

You saw him sitting alone on the side of the boat sipping on his drink as he stared out into the ocean with the most contented look on his face. If he wasn’t already yours you would have been all over him. The sunlight beamed off of his skin, highlighting his perfection, so soft he looked you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. 

“Hey baby.” His voice was a little slurred, he was tipsy. “Come here.” 

He pulled you closer towards him, making you straddled his thigh. He tensed it on purpose to press against your bare middle. 

“I forgot you had no panties on.” He giggled. 

Lewis had requested that you left them in his car as you arrived to the marina that night, he loved it when you were out with him in public with no panties on, the thought of being able to just bend you over any surface and take you when he wanted drove him wild. 

“I can’t wait to get you home tonight.” He growled into your chest as he smothered it in kisses. 

His thigh pressed harder against your middle, to anyone else it would look like two people in love sharing a moment, but he wanted to feel you pulsate on is thigh and it was working. 

“Lewis, we can’t-” 

“Just ride it slowly, baby. No one will notice.” Lewis held your hips, still placing kisses on your chest. 

You let out a sigh as you rocked on his thigh, you could see how hard he was and all you could think about was riding his cock. His muscles tensed once more, the pressure on your exposed clit was intense now as his hands made you ride faster, contradicting his words. 

You could hear people moving closer to the deck where you both were, he knew you had started to panic. 

“Don’t worry, you can finish before they get here.” Lewis watched you intently as the speed of your riding increased. “I’m going to count down from 5 and I want you to cum for me, can you do that baby?” 

You bit your lip and nodded, a little unsure but full of want to please him. 

“1…2…” A little moan escaped your lips as you felt the familiar twinge in your stomach. “3…good girl, you are so close.” 

You threw your head back as you held your breath, you were on the edge desperately trying to push yourself over as you rode his thigh. 

“4…” You came undone before he even got to 5. Lewis pulled you into his body, supporting you as your whole body shook, muffling your moans with his chest. 

“Look at the lovebirds!” Your friend teased as they joined you on the deck, none the wiser to what had happened only moments ago. 

You knew you couldn’t move from your position for a while, your wetness was all over Lewis’ thigh and there would be no way to explain that away. 

~

It became apparent very quickly that none of you really knew what to do in this situation you had found yourself in. Both men struggled with the thought of having to share you with the other, you struggled with sharing yourself equally with them both. 

You tried your very best to divide your time equally, when you messaged one you messaged the other too, when you stopped by one of their garages to give them a kiss good luck you had to sprint to the other to do the same for them too. 

The issues all of you were having came to ahead almost two months into the situation, all three of you were frustrated as none of you were quite sure how to approach the most intimate moments, so none of you had done much more than kiss the whole time. 

‘We need to talk.’ Lewis bit the bullet and messaged your newly formed group chat aptly titled ‘Threes a crowd’. It was originally done in jest, a little tongue in cheek humour you all shared, but now it was beginning to feel a little too real. 

Sebastian arrived to Lewis’ room the same time you did, sharing the same anxious smile with you. You entered the room not knowing if everything was about to crumble and this would all soon turn into a distant memory. 

“Will you two just relax?” Lewis laughed as he saw how tense you were. “So this isn’t working, is it?” 

“It’s not?” You and Sebastian said in unison. 

“I mean, it has been nice but, and I know I am not the only one who is feeling it, we aren’t really progressing are we?” 

~

Sunday mornings when Lewis is at home with you are always eventful. Most people spend their mornings lazily, but not Lewis. He insists on eating you out for hours on a Sunday morning, all of that adrenaline his body produces for a race day is spent by his tongue on your clit. This Sunday morning he woke you with a soft whisper in your ear. 

“Sit on my face, baby.” He lay at the opposite end of the bed than usual. “I want you to watch yourself.” 

Barely awake, you placed a leg either side of his head before softly hovering just above his face. 

“Sit on my face properly, I want you to smother me.” 

His fingers dug into the tops of your thighs so harshly you knew they would leave marks as he pulled you down on to his tongue. 

Lewis held his tongue out of his mouth but didn’t move it, he wanted you to ride it so you slowly began rolling your hips. 

You watched yourself in the mirror he had insisted on covering a whole wall in your bedroom with, now you knew why. Your clit was still so sensitive from the previous night that it took virtually no time at all to bring you to your peak. The sight of his face smothered by your pussy, his head squashed between your thighs, was nothing short of perfection. 

Lewis took control as he felt you start to lose yourself, he held you down on his tongue as he lapped at your clit, forcing you to cover his beard in your juices as you came undone all over his face, rocking your hips without a care whether he could breathe. 

The moment your high began to wane, you climbed off of him and headed to the bathroom. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lewis growled from the spot you left him in. “I wasn’t done with you yet. Back over here now.” 

You did as you were told. Lewis positioned you on all fours, facing the mirror once more.

“Now you are going to watch how fucking good you look with my cock inside you.” 

He pushed into you with little consideration, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

The air of the room filled with the sounds of his skin clapping against yours and the animalistic moans he fucked out of you. 

“You look good don’t you, baby?” He growled, his voice broken with his own groans. “So fucking beautiful stuffed with my cock so deep inside of you.” 

He hissed as his own orgasm drew closer, he fought back not wanting to finish just yet. 

He pulled you by the hair upwards so your back was pressed against his front, his hand slipped around your neck as he brought his face next to your ear. 

“You can feel it in your stomach, can’t you?” He giggled softly already knowing the answer. “You know what else you need in there? A baby.” 

And with that he threw you back down on the bed, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you hard until he exploded inside of you, lacing your walls with his cum. 

He fell to the mattress himself, pulling you into his body so he could spoon you. Now he was ready to relax. 

~ 

The race was delayed due to rain, a typical Spa race weekend. Once you had talked to literally everyone you could find, played some football with Seb and Mick and took a nap you had run out of things to occupy your adrenaline fuelled mind. 

You were so pumped for this race, it was your chance to beat your teammate Lewis but now that wasn’t going to happen you had to find another way to disperse all of your energy. 

You knew you could get away without anybody noticing for at least fifteen minutes so you took your chances and headed to your driver's room for a little self relief.

You were laid back on your sofa, your racing suit loose at your hips, your fingers pleasuring yourself as you watched a porn video to help you finish quicker.

“What are you watching?” Lewis’ voice boomed from the doorway causing you to almost jump off the sofa.

“Shit. How long have you-“

“Long enough, babe.” The smirk on his face was telling, he had been watching you for a while. “Don’t stop on my account.” 

Lewis invited himself into the room and closed the door, leaning against the chair that faced you with his arms folded. 

“Please, carry on.” 

“I am not your entertainment, Lewis. God this is so embarrassing.” You could feel your cheeks flush with heat, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, you looked rather beautiful. Please let me watch you.” Your cheeks burned more but so did your core, you were excited a little at the thought of Lewis watching you. “I promise, I won’t touch you, I just want to watch you.”

Against all of your better judgement, and because a mix of adrenaline and excitement ran through your body, you decided to close your eyes and pretend he wasn’t there as you pleased yourself. 

This time you used your imagination to help you through it. You played with your clit in a way only you knew how, pleasure washed through your body in waves that only built in intensity as time went on. 

You tried to think of past experiences but every time you did your mind wandered back to Lewis. You thought about what he would taste like, both his tongue and his cock. You thought about what he would feel like as you ran your hands down his muscular arms, what he would feel like inside of you. You let out a small moan as the thought tickled your nerve endings. 

This was so wrong, you were teammates and he was watching you please yourself, this was a moment that would forever change your dynamic but you couldn’t stop it, you didn’t want to.

As you brought yourself closer and closer to the edge you dared to open your eyes. He was staring so intently at you, you noticed his breathing was laboured, your eyes drifted down to the area that bulged in his race suit even when soft. You moaned once more, the sight of his temptingly big bulge, so obviously hard, almost made you tip over the edge immediately. 

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” Lewis spoke in hushed tones to ensure that the moment was kept private between you both. “What is making you moan?”

“You, Lewis. I am thinking about you.” You couldn’t control the volume of your voice, so wrapped up in how close you were now you barely even cared. 

Lewis let out a little groan, adjusting his hardness as it strained against his race suit. He moved closer to you, you hoped he would rip off both of your suits and take you but instead he sat on the arm of the sofa, taking your free hand into his. 

Almost as if his touch was the final piece of the puzzle to get you to the point of no return, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten to the point of explosion. 

“Let it go, beautiful.” His voice was a heavy pant now, so worked up by the sight of you. “Show me how you look when you fall apart.” 

With his permission you came undone, hard. Biting down on your bottom lip to stifle any sound, you threw your head back on the sofa as your orgasm crashed through your trembling body. Lewis held your hand the whole time, taking in every second of your undoing as if it was the best thing he had ever seen.

The moment you recovered, the embarrassment returned, Lewis could tell how vulnerable you felt. He slid down from the arm of the sofa so he was placed right next to you, he pulled you into his chest and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“You looked so beautiful.” He soothed you. “I want to watch you do that every single day.” 

“Lewis, I am not doing that again.” 

“I wasn’t asking you to babe.” He nudged your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I want to be the one to make you do that again.” 

~

Months. It had been literally months since the Spa race weekend, since Lewis had watched you pleasure yourself and since he left you alone in your drivers room once you had finished he had pretended like nothing at all had happened. 

Every time you were with him, and you were with him a lot, you wondered if that would be when he would bring it up, maybe flirt with you - after all he had promised to help you the next time, but there was nothing. Not a single soul would know anything had happened that day. 

Going into the last race weekend of the season you were more bothered by his lack of attention than where you finished in the race. It annoyed you more than anything, before Spa you couldn’t have cared less about him, but since you shared that moment your attraction to him grew by the minute. 

You were paired together for the last press conference of the season, whilst he was his usual calm and collected self you were anything but, your answers to the journalists were short

and sharp, you gave nothing to them whatsoever. 

“What’s your problem today?” Lewis asked you as you both walked through the paddock back to the garage.

You ignored him, heading straight to your drivers room.

“Have I done something to annoy you?” He asked sweetly, entering your room without a care of who might see. 

“No. You’ve done nothing, that’s the problem.” Your voice trailed off at the end of your sentence, a part of you hoped he wouldn’t hear it. 

He did, and he chuckled.

“You’ve finally cracked.” He walked closer to where you were stood. “It took you a long time, too long in fact.” 

He pushed on your shoulders to sit you down before he leant over you, brushing his lips over yours whilst staring you in the eyes. 

“Maybe I should make you beg for it, for making me wait so long.” His lips collapsed into yours for a moment, before he nibbled on your bottom one. “But I’m just so hungry for you, I don’t think I can.” 

His hands moved down your body, removing the team sweats in one go. 

“No panties? Naughty girl.” He smiled, before his head dove between your legs. 

“Oh my-” You whimpered as he met your clit with his tongue with such force it knocked your head back. 

The air of the room filled with the sounds of Lewis sucking your folds, teasing your whimpers out of you, so desperate you were for him to please you. He wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to enjoy every moment as he savoured your unique taste. 

You dared yourself to look at him, his eyes were closed with focus, his braids hung neatly in between your thighs. As if he felt your gaze, he looked up at you, you felt him giggle against your core before his tongue flicked at your clit with intensity. You could look no more, the waves of pleasure washing over you were so fierce your eyes shut and your breathing got heavy. 

He was an expert with his tongue, he knew exactly how to work you, there was not a single misplaced lick. He pushed two fingers into you, curling them to hit your spot and almost sending you over the edge immediately. He worked his fingers and his tongue in sync, spurred on by every twitch of your body. 

“Please, fuck me Lewis.” You begged in hushed breathy tones, your mouth working with little thought. 

“Oh Baby, I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.” He spoke into your core. “I might break you.” 

Every single part of your body wanted him to. Your hips rocked on his tongue, his fingers fucked you to the point of no return. He could feel how close you were, he could think of nothing but how tight you were around just his fingers. 

Your orgasm hit with such force you stopped breathing for a moment until it peaked and your legs shook on his shoulders where they rested. You pulled your Mercedes top up to your mouth and bit on it, you wanted to scream with pleasure but knew you couldn’t. 

Never once did he stop lapping at you, he relished in how hard you came all over his tongue and his fingers. Every lick was followed by a ‘mmm’ sound as if he was eating the most delicious meal. 

Once he was completely sure you had recovered he gently lowered your legs back down and sat right next to you, pulling your bare legs over his shorts to bring you closer to him so he could hold you as you came down from your high. 

“You good, Baby?” He already knew the answer. 

“Lewis that was-” 

“It’s okay, I know.” He giggled once more.

“Next time can we…you know?”

It felt stupid to be embarrassed to say what you really wanted after what he had just done, but you felt vulnerable.

“All in good time, I think I might be a little big for you.” 

He took your hand and placed it on his incredible bulge, he felt so thick and hard you felt a tingle at your core once more. You wiggled your legs with excitement. 

“You’re going to get me into trouble, I just know it.” He said before he brought your lips up to his. 

[pippinoftheshire]

Digging through the "old fics" vault

I was working on another UNCLE fic and then found THIS old MODERN AU in my notes lol: Pretty sure I'm never going to finish it, so I thought I might as well just share it on here :)

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Gaby isn’t sure who’s who out of her supposed ‘teammates’, only that there is a sway to the walk of the dark-haired man that speaks of things best done in the dark. Behind curtains. Preferably silk ones. Not to mention that, for a man as well-built as him, he has a damn decent waist.

The other, the dour-faced blonde, looks like he would rather be walking over broken glass with bare feet than sitting here in their company on a chair much to small for him.

“Am I supposed to guess who you are?” Gaby knows there is a bite of impatience in her tone, but she is agitated enough as it is. “Or would you kindly tell me what the fuck is going on?”

The man with the black curls flashes a smile, all slanted with his deep blue eyes gleaming, and Gaby feels something knot in her chest. She doesn’t feel attracted to him... not exactly, but he is admitibly gorgeous.

Stop being STUPID! she hisses to herself. 

“You know as much as we do, sweetheart.”

His voice is laced with a drawl. American. But Gaby can see through his false bravado straight to the uncertainty and worry lurking like hidden leprocy beneath. He’s a man who’s grown used to having a master. She’s not sure how that’s a good thing. She’s narrowing her eyes before she knows it, trying to figure out what he does. 

He is undeniably smart too, it seems, because suddenly his eyes flash and he snaps, “Oh, just ask. Everyone does.”

Gaby is a little taken aback. “Ask what?”

His smile turns into a cynical line of self-hatred. “Whether I fuck people for a living. Because the answer is yes. Ma ran off and left me in a shitty position, and it was this or a painful death to repay her debt. So keep your fucking judgement to yourself.”

Gaby stares at him, trying to process her thoughts. And, strangely, the first thing she says when she finally opens her mouth is, “I think we’ll get along.”

He looks startled. “Why is that?” 

“Because I only trust people who have the courage to be honest with me.”

He darts a glance at her eyes, sees she’s not lying, and then a different smile curls his lips. And Gaby knows this is his true one. It’s crooked and self-depreciating and full of a childish mischief. He holds out a hand, 

“Napoleon Solo.”

“Gaby Teller,” she says, shaking it with a smile of her own.

“And our silent Russian friend here...” Solo turns to flick an eyebrow up at the blonde man. “... must be Illya Kuryakin.”

“Da,” grits Illya. He looks unamused. “And I have better things to do with my time.”

His accent is heavy, thick. But the words roll off his tongue with a richness that Gaby feels in her bones. And he’s not bad looking either...

Fuck.

“Meaning you keep better company?” teases Solo. Gaby is trying to guess his age now, unsure if he’s older than her.

Illya glares, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. 

Which is when Waverly comes in through the doors, into the office. He still looks like the same, kind british gentleman who had found her in the bar. Albeit with a tired set to his face. But he manages a smile when he sees the three of them.

“Welcome to the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.”

“U.N.C.L.E.?” says Solo, looking a little amused. “You named your organisation U.N.C.L.E.?”

Waverly nods. “Yes, Mr Solo. We did. Now on a side note, I believe you said you were working off a debt?”

Solo’s expression shutters like a steel grate. “Yes, sir.” His drawl flattens to a blank statement of fact. Gaby is struck by the sudden urge to hold his hand. 

“Well, it might interest you to hear that your debt has been payed in full.” The Englishman settles back in his chair, tapping fingers on his desk. “You’re free.”

Solo looks like he has been hit by a train. He blinks, slowly, swallowing. And says nothing. 

Waverly leans forwards, a flash of sadness in his eyes. “Now I understand if you would rather decline my proposal and leave the country. No one will blame you.”

Solo looks like he considers it. He really does. Then he gives a firm shake of his head. “I’ll stay, sir. Might as well do something useful now that I’m my own man.”

Waverly’s smile is grateful and warm. “As you wish.”

[hislittleraincloud]

...I just spent wasted an hour scrolling through my old fandom journal so I could share an old G-rated drabble I wrote with someone...

...only to have it come up on Google with just a couple of key words.

Fuck this site's awful, awful uselessness of tags.

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about older bf!simon who feels younger for loving you

you who has to be holding his hand, other hand around his upper arm, pulling him down to kiss his cheek

you who wraps your arms around his waist, putting your hands in his pockets and rubbing your cheek against his back

you who still gets giggly when he walks around naked, a heat on your cheeks that he can feel across the room

you who lays back on the bed and beckons him over with a single digit, squealing when he tugs you to him by your ankle

you who can make a sniper’s hands shake by asking him to do up the zipper on your back or just placing your feet in his lap

you who can make him hard with only a pretty smile or even just a “siiiiiimon” like he’s hitting puberty for the first time

you who makes him pull over so you can ride him in the front seat of his car, only after you’ve been teasing him all fucking dinner

you who, in a room full of people, can give him a look that only he knows to mean “take me home right now and i’ll do that thing you like”

you who teaches the old dog new tricks, making him realise that there really are “things he likes” that he hadn’t even known about

simon doesn’t just feel younger, he feels fucking born again

[sttoru]

satoru hums a tune as he adjusts his sunglasses — putting them on the top of his head. he’s in a happy mood today; nothing or no one could wipe that big grin off his face. the reason?

“. . . gojo, hurry up.” megumi calls out whilst idly standing at the foot of the staircase that connected to the roads outside campus.

you smile as you see your lover gleefully walk down the stairs — jumping from one to the other. satoru’s smile was one you wish would never fade. ever.

“oh!” the white-haired sorcerer suddenly stops in his tracks. his sparkling eyes take in the sight before him and his heart skipped a beat at the realisation:

two of his favourite people were standing next to each other. waiting for him so they could go on their little (family) trip. satoru just had to capture this moment and put it in the album that’s dedicated to the both of you. it’s a must in his eyes.

“megumiiii,” satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and puts it in landscape mode, tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips to show just how deeply he was concentrating on getting the perfect shot, “step a bit closer—yep! jus’ like that!”

“can we not do this? we’re gonna miss the train and—” megumi starts off with a sigh and a faint embarrassed pout, though was quickly cut off as you pulled him closer to your body — coddling him like he was still the little child satoru and you had met a couple years back.

the blue haired boy sighs once again, however eventually gives in and awkwardly puts up a peace sign. you smile brightly in return and satoru was absolutely cheesing behind his phone.

“awwww, how adorable!” satoru grins once he has taken about twenty different pictures — each one special and a treasure he will forever cherish. after putting the best one as his phone’s new lock screen, he rushes down the stairs and steps in-between megumi and you.

one arm holds your body close to his by the waist, the other arm wraps around megumi’s shoulders. megumi reluctantly allows it since he didn’t want to ruin the light-hearted atmosphere. that fact alone makes satoru even happier;

“let’s go — i can’t wait to finally spend some quality time with two of my favourite people, hehe.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

unexpected consequences

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, condoms breaking, pregnancy/breeding talk, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, mention of marriage

“oh fuck, yeah.” you moan out, fingers gripping rafes shoulders. “right-right there.”

your moans are extra loud today, having been apart from rafe for nearly a week after he had business out of the country. rafe is just as pent up as you, thrusting harshly into your cunt to the chorus of his grunts.

“close.” rafe warns, but you could tell anyways by the swelling of his cock that he wouldn’t last long.

“oh my god, yes.” you moan out, back arching off the bed as your release pushes through your body, cumming with a final shout of your boyfriends name.

rafe drops his head into your neck as he cums inside of you, pushing as deeply as he can as your cunt pulses around him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press soft kisses to his head while rafe pants through his orgasm, until you shift slightly and feel it inside of you.

“rafe, pull out.” you shove at his shoulder, causing him to look up in concern, but he slips his softening cock out.

“what is it baby?” rafe asks. you look down at the condom he always wears, where theres always a bit of white cum gathered at the tip, but this time it looks practically empty, like he just rolled it on.

“rafe.” you hit his shoulder, causing him to flinch and look down.

“wha-” rafe suddenly realizes the issue, rolling himself off the bed as he walks into the bathroom, no doubt to inspect the condom and tell you what you already know is true.

“it broke.” rafe says when he comes out a moment later.

“i know.” you admit, shifting your hips from side to side again. “i can tell.”

“im so sorry baby.” rafe says with a sigh, laying on the bed next to you but not pulling you into his arms, not sure if you want to be touched.

“its okay.” you hum softly, mind still reeling. “you didn’t know.”

“what are we gonna do?” rafe asks, knowing you’re not on birth control due to affecting other medication you’re on.

“well, i can take a plan b in the morning…” you say quietly. 

“or.” rafe encourages you to continue, able to tell that you aren’t finished.

“or we could wait and see. i mean i probably won’t get pregnant just from one time, right?” you shrug.

“what about if it does take? and you’re pregnant?” rafe asks, looking at your tummy.

as if you’re thinking the same thing, you lay your hand over your stomach, knowing that even if you are pregnant there is nothing in there yet, but the thought alone has you rubbing gently over your skin. “i don’t know.” you admit.

“i want to keep it.” rafe blurts out. “if-if you are pregnant.” rafe can’t take not touching you any longer, pulling you close to him and tangling your limbs together.

“are you sure?” you raise your eyebrows. you think rafe would be an amazing father, knowing how protective he is of you, and how he strives every day to take even better care of you. “we are so young.”

“i love you. i want to be with you, i want a family with you. why not start now?” rafe questions. he won’t admit it to you yet, but he’s been thinking about taking the next step, having even gone ring shopping to see his options. “besides-” rafe smiles, “why are you trying to talk me out of it? you’ve always wanted kids.”

you grin back at him. “i know.” you let a giggle free, feeling giddy about the possibility. you’ve always wanted to become a mom, especially because you have so many younger siblings. “so, are we doing this?”

“yes.” rafe says definitively, pulling you in for a kiss, a comforting one that you truly need.

“oh my god, im so excited.” you break the kiss to mumble against his lips.

rafe nods in agreement, lowering a hand between your bodies to touch your stomach. “probably too early to start talking to your tummy, huh?” 

“definitely. i mean, we don’t even know if i’m pregnant, it may take a couple tries…” you trail off, hoping rafe gets your intention.

“well, i will just have to keep cumming inside you.” rafe shrugs. “in fact, we shouldn’t take any chances and i should fill you up again right now.”

rafes hand lowers from your stomach to your thigh as he grabs your flesh and pulls your leg over his hip, spreading your thighs for him as your cunt rubs up against his quickly hardening cock.

“rafe!” you shout with a laugh, but don’t stop him as he begins to grind his cock into your core.

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | age gap, reader is nineteen | mild exhibitionism | size difference | choking | objectification (f receiving)

BRUCE WAYNE was in the hot seat. Well, more appropriately, Batman was in the hot seat. Which meant it was time for the billionaire playboy to make a public appearance so controversial, any press worth their tacks would cover his televised blunder rather than some depressing masked vigilante’s dealings. People prefer gossip over politics, and Bruce knows how to work an angle.

You’re a fresh adult, but the people already know you. A perfect Gotham sweetheart: a little darling on the front cover of lingerie magazines, starring as a bombshell in motion pictures, named the honor of the Ice Princess last month. You wore your little feathery outfit, next to nothing in the freezing cold, and turned on the city's giant Christmas tree lights just as the Ice Princess does every year. Known for your youth and beauty, Bruce knew you were the perfect candidate to take all the attention away from where it shouldn't be. Tabloids couldn't decide whether to praise the seasoned billionaire for landing a nineteen-year-old catch, or condemn him for having a mid-life crisis.

"Bruce Wayne seen with Gotham's Ice Princess." was everywhere anyone looked. It seemed the city had taken quite a protective role over you, which is exactly what Bruce needed.

Now that he's got you, he flaunts you. He lets you lug him around town, any local events that could be televised are his priorities. There, he makes a big show of touching you in ways only a lover is allowed to. Things that make you pat his huge bicep scoldingly. "Brucie!" you chide with a gasp, "You're so shameless." you say, but you fucking love it. How he openly mouths at your neck, lapping and sucking on your pulse point enough for lewd pretty sounds to slew from your parted lips. Little whimpers that any onlookers eat up.

He'll grope you unabashedly, big hand grabbing at your ass or giving it a swat. He needs those cameras to see how gross he is, how crazy he is about his nineteen-year-old situationship. If you get kissed, it's fucking sloppy. Mostly tongue, tongue outside the mouth as much as he can appropriately get away with. His "dirty sense of humor" will bleed into the public scene as well, hugging you from behind only to jokingly engulf your neck with his hand to fake a choke.

Every single one of these things he does for attention, leaves you hot and bothered. Frustrated from his treatment of you that's so warm when there are prying eyes, but so cold when you're finally alone together. You want Bruce Wayne to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, but when doors are closed suddenly it's: "Something's come up." or "The sushi hit me wrong." Or the worst one of all: the polite, civilized, but uninterested act. You're all over him, begging for him to finally fuck you after stringing you along and teasing you so ardently all day, and he treats you as if you are an acquainted business associate who has overstayed her welcome. You don't get it. An hour ago he was pulling your neckline towards him for a peek down your dress, and now he's showing you the door with a smile on his face.

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angels like you can't fly down here with me (i'm everything they say i would be), megumi fushiguro ;

pairing megumi fushiguro x f!reader word count 11k  synopsis people like him don't get happy endings but megumi fushiguro (foolishly) considers himself to be the exception — after all, he has you. content contains yakuza au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, breeding kink, slight daddy kink, attempted sa, minor violence & depictions of blood author's note if ur on my ao3, you know this is from 2021!!! my writing has changed up since then, but i'm going to be releasing a revised version of this which will be rewritten and feature more scenes, more worldbuilding, more plot, relationship and character development, etc!! i figured releasing this on tumblr would help me gauge how worthwhile revision of this fic will be, so lmk if u like this au & want to see it become even better <3

Don’t do it.

He repeats the command inside his head again, and then one more time for good measure. (And then another time, just to drive the point across.)

He won’t — can’t; isn’t really allowed to — get into (another!) fight.

(Well, there’s a part of Megumi that knows that despite Gojo’s sing-songy warning of “now, now, Megumi, I don’t need a frequent visitor’s card for the principal’s office”, he doesn’t actually care. All he’s really concerned about — if the mild interest the reckless teenager turned legal guardian shows can even be called that — is whether or not Megumi wins.

And he does.

Every. Single. Time.)

For the most part, Megumi Fushiguro is fairly stoic in general, but to a concerning degree when one accounts for the fact that he’s only ten years old. For the odd three or so years he’s been under Gojo’s wing, Megumi’s mask of disinterest stopped becoming a mask and started becoming a part of him.

(Try as he might, Gojo’s not nearly as funny as he thinks he is. Maybe the connection between them might have been stronger if Gojo was a bit more responsible and if he was actually present, but he’s got his own shit to deal with. Besides, Gojo’s under the impression that what he’s doing isn’t cruel, but rather a means to an end. Megumi’s never going to be able to get stronger if he doesn’t learn how to survive on his own.

After all, being alone and having to fight to survive is the life people like them live.)

The older preteens in the area have a bad habit of picking on the younger students. Because the elementary and middle schools are so close together, the younger students who have the misfortune of walking alone tend to be targets for bullies in need of pocket change or a good laugh. Most of the time, they get both.

As of late, everyone’s favorite target happens to be Megumi Fushiguro, the boy with the messy black hair and indifferent attitude, even when confronted by boys two years his senior and almost a whole entire head taller than him.

Last week, Megumi gave the three older boys dumb enough to harass him for money bloody noses, bruised egos, and a thirst for revenge. That was the first (and supposed to be the last) time he got into a fight (for this school year, at least — something Gojo had told him, while winking). So, even when the trio is back together again, taunting him and trying to get him to take the first swing, Megumi keeps walking forward with his perpetual look of disinterest, those cold blue eyes of his staring straight at the path ahead of him, never paying any mind to the gangly bodies of the middle school boys who keep trying to block him from moving.

Don’t do it.

He tells himself this once more. You don’t want to have to inconvenience Gojo. Then, you’ll be stuck listening to him pretend to lecture you. You don’t like spending too much time with Gojo. He’ll make weird jokes. 

The thought of having to deal with Gojo’s presence is enough to get Megumi to unclench his fists.

“Move.”

It’s the first thing he says to the group since they started following him after school. He tells the boy with the brown hair this. The brunet seems to be their ringleader of sorts, and even as nothing more than a ten year old child, Megumi knows that being twelve/thirteen and harassing little kids for sport is a sign of patheticness that will only grow and fester into something darker unless someone beats some sense into them. Obviously, they didn’t learn their lesson from last week.

“Huh? What the hell did ya just say, ya little brat?” The brown haired boy sneers, looking down at Megumi.

School has just let out, so there are dozens of kids of all ages walking down the sidewalk. They’re all aware of the situation happening, but everyone chooses to turn a blind eye to it. Partly because this is such a common occurrence that it just starts to become something that blends into the scenery, but also because there are some rumors surrounding the Fushiguro kid that’s enough to make anyone with a heart of gold reluctant to come to his rescue.

The main rumor circulating around the school is that Megumi Fushiguro has ties to the yakuza. Granted, most kids his age have no idea what the yakuza is, and even those who somewhat know only know through exaggerated definitions from their older siblings. Generally, everyone just accepts the fact that the yakuza is bad, and by default, Megumi Fushiguro must be bad too. Older siblings tell their younger siblings to avoid “that boy” at all costs, unless they want to end up with a finger cut off. Megumi’s classmates huddle together and conveniently choose to look everywhere else but at him when on the playground.

For anyone else, this might have been enough to cause some hurt feelings. Everyone thinks the boy must be some type of stupid to be so oblivious to the rumors centered around him, but the truth is this: Megumi is well aware of what people whisper about behind his back; he just doesn’t care enough to prove them wrong.

And they’re not wrong, anyway.

(For some parts of the rumors, at least.)

Because it’s true — Megumi does have ties to the yakuza. His father, who he can’t seem to attach neither a name nor a face to, must have done something bad. Something bad enough to have him cross paths with Satoru Gojo, the young head of the Gojo Clan, one of Tokyo’s most prominent crime families. It’s the same Gojo who decided to adopt both Megumi and his stepsister, Tsumiki, despite having nothing (so far) to gain from it. After all, why would a teenager willingly assign himself the responsibilities of caring for small children — one who resembles the man that tried to kill him and the other being an ill little girl confined to a hospital bed for who knows how long. All Gojo gets from this deal is a headache, bills, and more problems than necessary.

Megumi’s not really sure how the rumors started in the first place. He thinks it’s because kids his age are easily influenced and have a tendency to run wild with their imaginations. With the rising popularity of gangs from the high school students, this interest seems to have trickled all the way down to the elementary levels. Megumi certainly fits the description of their idea of someone from the yakuza: silent, secretive, scary.

(If they were a little bit older, maybe they would have just seen him as an introvert.)

No matter how ridiculous the rumors get, though, it doesn’t change the fact that the root of them is true: he is connected to the yakuza. After all, he’s being primed and prepped to be someone of value in the clan. Once you’re tied with the likes of them, you might as well just resign to the knot fate’s trapped you with. He’s learned quickly that the only thing harder than getting into the yakuza is getting out.

And because his sister’s and his life both depend on him doing as he’s told, getting out is a funny pipe dream at best and the Fushiguro siblings’ cause of death at worst.

“I told you to move. You’re blocking my way.” Megumi’s tone of voice betrays nothing. Annoyance, maybe, but he speaks flatly regardless of how he’s truly feeling. Gojo says it’s kinda creepy. Gojo also says that being a little creepy isn’t bad.

(Gojo should know; he’s a certified creep in Megumi’s eyes.)

“Oh — so the little boy can speak up.” The boy with blond hair laughs. It’s a nasally sound that grates Megumi’s ears.

He’s not an idiot. Megumi is well aware of the fact that no matter how much he feels like it isn’t true, he’s still just a little ten year old boy. He should be playing with the toy cars Gojo bought him, not worrying about the gritty future that lies ahead. But still, the phrase rubs him the wrong way.

Little boy.

He wasn’t so little when he kicked them down to his height before properly bashing their faces, now was he? Even now, he can feel the anger coming up. He clenches his fists, wondering if he’ll get suspended for fighting right next to school property.

“Leave him alone.”

Another voice appears, but not from any of the boys. No — this time, it’s coming from a little girl on the sidewalk across from theirs. Everyone involved turns to stare at the source of such a command and are greeted with the sight of you with a Hello Kitty backpack. You’ve got a frown on your face that doesn’t match the brightness of your pink outfit.

Megumi recognizes you instantly. You’re in the same class as him. You were in the same class as him last year, too. He tilts his head, trying to figure out what exactly it is you’re trying to accomplish here — and why.

He knows his social standing in the school. If he’s at the bottom, you’re right at the top. A beaming pillar of light, everyone flocks to you like moths after a flame. But you’re alone today, not surrounded by the usual crowd of boys and girls who are often vying for your attention. Seeing you alone enables him to see you more clearly, without all the distractions getting in his way.

You’re small. Shorter than him, and way shorter than the middle school boys. You’ve got a bow in your hair and brand new shoes on your feet. If anybody should be socially aware, it has to be you. Those at the top, Megumi knows, like to remind everyone of their placement. You shouldn’t be here. You should be ignoring him like he’s got the plague, just like everyone else.

All three of the boys start to laugh after sizing you up. The laughter only serves to make you even more irritated, but you can’t speak because one of them is already talking through his laughs.

“Don’t tell me. Is this your girlfriend?”

The group erupts into more laughter, and while Megumi’s expression remains the same as it’s been for the past few minutes, yours only shows your growing contempt.

“She’s no one.” Megumi throws you an odd look, one of neither annoyance nor gratitude for trying to help him out. He uses your presence as a distraction, and he manages to take a few more steps before one of the boys is yanking him back by his bookbag.

“Grab her.” One of the boys says, and the third boy, the one with the messy red hair, starts to cross the street.

Megumi watches as you stay right where you are. Are you stupid? Why won’t you run? The boy still has a solid grip on his bookbag, keeping him in place. He wonders if it’ll be a waste of his breath if he tells you to start running — you probably wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

But then Megumi figures out why you don’t look too frightened, because not even a second before the older boy manages to cross the street to your side of the sidewalk, a man in a suit is running towards you, a scowl on his face.

“You said you were going to the restroom, young lady!” The man scolds you while panting for breath. He surveys the scene, looking at you, and then the middle school boy by your side before turning his head and seeing Megumi in between the other two boys. “What’s going on? Is everything alright? Did they do anything to you?”

“No, Mr. Higashi. B-but—“ Your bottom lip starts to tremble, and even though Higashi is certain that the tears about to fall are fake, the situation itself looks serious enough to the point where he doesn’t call you out on it. “Th-these boys are being really mean.” You let out a high pitched wail that makes the boy let go of Megumi’s bookbag. “They just threatened to attack me and my friend out of nowhere.”

“Your father will be informed.” Higashi frowns, eyeing the guilty boys who look confused and a little shocked at this turn of events. “Mr. [Surname] certainly won’t be pleased to hear about this.”

The middle school boys pale when they hear the man name drop your family’s surname.

After all, it’s the same last name that’s engraved on plaques all over the school, thanking your family for the many donations they’ve received.

You enter into Megumi’s life that way: unexpectedly. He never thanked you for intervening, but it’s not like you did it for the thanks anyway. You did it, you tell him, because you figured he needed some help.

“I had it handled.” He tells you flatly. “Why are you even sitting here? Your friends keep staring at us.”

It’s true. Stories of what happened are already circulating around both schools, and while all your friends spent the whole entire day pestering you for the full story, you chose to keep quiet about the situation. And now, here you are, choosing to sit and eat lunch with Megumi, someone who also knows the true story of what went down but the only one people aren't brave enough to ask.

Your whole entire table of friends keep their heads huddled together as they go back and forth with each other, every one of them sparing glances at Megumi’s table. It makes the rice in his mouth taste stale. He should have just stayed in the classroom to eat, especially if he knew you would be bothering him.

“Gee, is that any way to treat a friend?” You huff, not at all actually annoyed with him.

“We’re not friends.”

“Too late. I told my dad we were.”

There has been one question on his mind ever since that incident. Just who exactly is your father? He’s not stupid; he knows that you must come from a wealthy family. If the buildings and auditorium named after your family isn’t enough proof, the fact that you always have the latest toys, the nicest shoes, the cutest stationery sets — that’s material proof of a spoiled princess.

You continue speaking, and as if you can read his mind, you’re already answering his question. “My daddy’s called a CEO. But the man you saw is Mr. Higashi. He takes care of me when dad’s away at work, and everything I do gets typed up in a report that dad sees every day. He wasn’t happy about what happened, so he says the boys will get in trouble. He told us not to worry, though.” You have a pleased smile on your face, waiting for Megumi to say something in reply.

“Okay.” He says, after a while. He only spoke because it seemed like you were waiting for him to. “It doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

“What’s so wrong about being friends with me?” You tilt your head. Everyone wants to be friends with you. And that’s before they even figure out that you live in a real life mansion with actual servants, and that sometimes you’re allowed to eat dessert for dinner. Even without the wealth, you still draw people in, whether it be with your bright smile or cheery attitude.

“Don’t you already have enough friends?” He can’t figure out what you could possibly want with him. Even though Gojo’s got the backing of the clan and enough funds to run the Tokyo underground with cash to spare, it’s not like Megumi is in a position to take advantage of it. Gojo hands him a thick wad of cash every week with a tip to “spend wisely, hehehehe”, and Megumi takes the tip to heart. A majority of the money sits saved in his bedroom, underneath a floorboard he spent a week trying to figure out how to loosen without anyone catching on. (Which was actually easy whenever he realized that nobody seems to really watch him to begin with.) So, he doesn’t look like he has money, and isn’t that what all rich kids want? To surround themselves with equally rich kids?

“I guess.” Your bubbly mood seems to dampen a bit at the mention of the other kids. They like you, sure. But they like each other a lot more. The gap between you and the other kids isn’t noticeable at first, but the novelty of having an endless supply of company has lost its luster. Meanwhile, the glamor of your life only keeps the hoards of “friends” to grow as the days go by. It’s always “let’s have a sleepover at [Names]’s!” or “[Name], we have to go to your house because you have the best toys!”. You wonder if they like you, or the shiny things that they get when they’re with you. “But, it’s not like youhave any friends.”

“I don’t need any.” The response is quick — instinctual. Gojo, even if not the greatest guardian by any parental standards, still presses Megumi to have a proper (or, as proper as it can be) childhood.

(“You know, I don’t care if you bring any friends over. Just make sure no one ends up accidentally getting shot, okay, Megumi?”

Yeah, because that’s definitely gonna push him towards throwing as many parties as he wants.)

People in his position don’t have many friends. It’s hard to, he assumes, because of all the killings and betrayals and power plays.

(And, he’ll soon learn that it hurts a lot less to lose an enemy than it does a friend.)

“Hmm. Okay.”

But you don’t get up from your seat, and he doesn’t tell you to move.

The next day, you’re carrying two bento boxes. The lunches are prepared for you by world class chefs and everything is done in a rather cutesy manner to entice you into not wasting your food. The fruit is cut into pretty shapes, the food has picks with animals on them, and everything is colorful and to your own personal tastes.

You take a seat next to him once again. He looks up for a second, sees that it’s you, and returns back to his meal that looks pitiful in comparison. Leftover rice and some cold meat. You think it’s the same thing he had last time.

“For you.” You slide the second bento you had requested towards him before opening up your own.

“What’s this for?”

“For you to eat, silly.”

“...How much?”

“Huh? All of it, I guess? If you don’t like something, tell me, and I’ll request something different tomorrow.” You don’t quite understand what he’s asking you.

“No. How much does it cost? I'll bring you the money tomorrow.”

“Why would it cost you?” Now you’re really confused.

Didn’t anyone ever teach you that everything comes attached with a price? If it’s not money you want, it must be something else. At least, if Megumi’s judgments are right. (And they usually are.)

“Fushiguro, I brought you this because I want you to eat well and grow strong.”

He wonders what rice shaped like Hello Kitty has to do with his strength.

“Also, so the next time people give you or me trouble, you can fight them, okay?”

Oh. So it’s protection you want. He contemplates what he thinks your request is before popping a piece of food into his mouth. A meal made with care — he can taste the thought that’s been put into it. Shoving his old lunch to the side, he quickly starts eating at the one you brought him.

Okay. So maybe he does accept your offer.

“Meguuuumi.” You whine out his name, messing up the navy sheets of his bed while he sits at his desk, trying to finish his application for university. “I’m bored.”

“Good. Go to your own house then, and leave me alone.”

“You’re so mean to me.” You sigh, turning your head so that half of your face is pressed against his pillow. The scent of his shampoo still sticks to the fabric, and you subconsciously inhale the scent some more. It’s familiar and reminds you of him, your favorite person in the world.

No one believes you when you tell them that Megumi is your best friend. No one wants to believe that it’s true. After all, the two of you look more like a shoujo manga trope than an actual pair of best friends. The cold, inexpressive dark haired male lead with a secretive past he doesn’t want anyone to know about and the bright, bubbly, ball of energy that is constantly clinging to his side. It’s like looking at night and day with you two.

“And yet, you’re still always here.”

You’re still by his side, even when the two of you reached middle school and high school together, and he spent a majority of his time starting (and finishing) fights.

(“Get off of him!” You screamed, yanking on the collar of one of the boys who happened to be trying to grab Megumi from behind. You don’t have the same amount of strength as them, but everyone at this point knows who you are and who exactly your father is. No matter what the origin of the fight is won’t matter; all that matters is that the precious daughter of one of Tokyo’s richest CEOs got caught in it, and that’s enough to get everyone involved into some deep shit.

Immediately, the boy scampers off, and the other boy Megumi was punching into the squeaky clean floors of the hallway begins to thrash around wildly, eyes wide at the sudden sight of you. Seeing you coming from behind Megumi is like watching the sun peek through a dozen storm clouds.

Megumi gives him one last punch, not nearly as satisfied as he thought he would be. Honestly, getting into fights with low level delinquents is beneath him. It’s not just his knuckles and clothes that are getting dirty; by feeding into the school’s image that he’s this young, violent yakuza heir, he’s dirtying the prestige Gojo claims is oh so important.

“Megumi.” He straightens up at the sound of your voice, which usually sounds so sweet, especially when it’s directed towards him. Instead, you have an uncharacteristic frown on your face and you sound… mad. “Let’s go.”

You’ve got a hand wrapped around his wrist, and people part when they spot the two of you making a hasty exit. The teachers aren’t bold enough to cause a scene with you, and the students know both you and Megumi are practically untouchable — one being the spoiled brat daughter of a rich and powerful businessman, the other, a ticking time bomb with ties to the yakuza.

You don’t stop walking until the two of you are in a secluded courtyard at the school. No one goes here, mainly because it’s in such an inconvenient location and there’s nothing but trees and weeds over growing it. The two of you found it within your first week of being here, and ever since then, it’s become your designated spot to avoid prying eyes.

“I thought you were over stupid fights. You told me yourself that they weren’t the type of people worth beating up.” You scold him, forcing him to take a seat on the bench that creaks under his weight. You make a noise as you inspect the drying blood on his knuckles.

If an outsider were to look at the scene before them, they would gape at the unbecoming sight of you on your knees, in between his legs, too close for a duo who claims to be “just good friends”. But there’s nothing inherently dirty in your thoughts. Instead, you’re staring thoughtfully at his hands, inspecting the minor damage done to them.

Megumi swallows hard as he looks down on you. He shouldn’t be feeling like this — you’re his best friend, his only friend. The only person who’s by his side. If you could read in his mind, there’s no doubt that you would be recoiling away from him in disgust…)

You’re still by his side, even when he told you the truth about himself after waiting years to see if you were truly his friend or not.

(“The rumors—” He starts to say, but you shush him, rolling over on your side to face him. The two of you are lying on the grass in your massive backyard, trying to spot a shooting star that’s supposed to be passing by at any second now.

“I don’t care about that.” You tell him. Middle school was a bitch to deal with, mainly because as everyone was in the process of growing up and “maturing”, so did the rumors they spread. Now, the two of you are halfway through your first week of high school. A new school, a couple of new classmates, and new rumors surrounding the odd pair.

“If I told you the rumors about me being someone you should avoid were true, would you be mad?” He’s lying on his back, still staring up at the night sky. He’s not turning to face you, almost as if he’s scared to look at you.

“Yes.” You answer without any hesitation. “At the person who’s spreading that around.” You clarify, poking him on his side to lighten the somber mood he’s setting. “You’re the only real friend I’ve had in forever, Megumi. I don’t think what anyone says about you would change that.”

“What if I did something bad?” Like kill a person. What then? What would you think of him if he told you the full truth: that Gojo told him that he can’t shield Megumi from the dirtier aspects of this type of life. That he’s spent hours after school, hours after hanging out with you and pretending to be a normal teenager, learning how to assemble, disassemble, and then reassemble a gun. That his target practice isn’t glass bottles lined up in a row or sheets printed out with human bodies. What happens if he told you that his target practice was low level scum from rival yakuza clans that Gojo couldn’t be bothered to kill himself?

“Mmm. How bad are we talking? Like, lied to me when you said my Christmas outfit looked good but half my ass was practically exposed bad or committing a felony bad?”

“What if I told you… that I really was a yakuza heir.”

The silence is palpable and especially soul crushing to Megumi as he waits for your reply.

“It wouldn’t matter to me, Megumi.” You say. You know that this isn’t just some type of hypothetical question he’s asking for fun. From his odd living situation to the intense nature of him in general to the fact that he knows practically everything about you, but you barely know the full extent of his childhood traumas despite growing up alongside him, you know deep in your heart that there has to be something going on with him. Something dark enough to harbor stories about him.

“Are you sure about that?”

You reach for his hand in the dark, finding it without really needing to look. He’s not one that’s prone to initiating physical contact, but you found out that he doesn’t really mind when you reach for him first.

“You can’t get rid of me, no matter how crazy or fucked up you think your life is.” You squeeze his hand, still staring at him.

You don’t notice the shooting star flying past the night sky, but Megumi is looking right at it. He knows what he’s wishing for.

For your words to be true.)

You’re still by his side, even when he brought you to his sister’s bedside. She’s sick, afflicted with something no one knows, not even the private doctors that Gojo’s spent millions on. She was still conscious, albeit confined to her bed when the two of you first met, but she’s been in a coma ever since the last year of middle school. You were by his side as he broke down about the news. It was the first time you’ve ever seen him cry.

So, no matter how much it may seem like he’s pushing you away, you don’t budge. For someone smaller than him and definitely weaker, you’re awfully resilient. And while people make the occasional joke, telling you to “blink twice if you need help”, you don’t pay any attention to them. If only they knew the truth: that you’ve got Megumi Fushiguro, heir to a massive yakuza clan, wrapped around your dainty finger.

He’s so whipped that he found himself asking Gojo for a rare favor.

(“College?” Gojo rubs the back of his neck, staring at Megumi. “I mean, I guess it’ll be good for you. Meet a wild party girl, take her to your dorm room, tame her—”

“An education is the whole point of attending, you know.” Megumi interrupts him before Gojo can jump into a story highlighting all of his sexual endeavors with college girls back in the day.

“Eh. I guess.” But then a grin lights up the feature of the man who [kind of/by definition] raised him. “But y’know what I know for a fact.” He wiggles his eyebrows, his glasses slipping down his nose as he tilts his head downwards. “You wanna follow [Name].”)

It doesn’t really matter if he’s not good enough to get into the university you’ve already received an early acceptance for. Because Gojo tries to make up for being an absent father figure, he fills in those empty spaces with cold, hard cash. All it takes is one nice donation, and Megumi’s wherever he wants to be.

Where he wants to be, he realizes, is to be by your side. Wherever you go, he’ll gladly follow. Funnily enough, despite the two vastly different backgrounds the both of you come from, you both have similar means of getting what you want.

Your father had already looked over the list of universities you had in mind, and all you could do was excitedly squeal and start rambling the moment the acceptance letters came in the mail. Despite the fact that your father’s physically absent from your life most of the time, he still tries to show he cares in the things he does for you. If paying off over half a dozen major universities in order to make you happy is something he has to do, he’ll do it without batting an eye.

It’s the same thing on Megumi’s end. Granted, Gojo’s means are more along the lines of using money as a lubricant and then death as an inevitable. Money talks, a gunshot to the head silences. Nobody can accuse anyone of taking bribes if said accused person is in a grave six feet under.

Sometimes, Megumi wonders how you’re just so oblivious to the fortunate circumstances in your life. You chalk up a lot of your father’s wishes as just “good luck”. In school, you’re placed on a pedestal, revered as some goddess-like, otherworldly being. People are practically tripping over themselves, running towards you for a crumb of your attention. Anyone sane would gladly wield this power and use it for all its worth. Not you, though. Not you, who’s kind and considerate and completely clean from the corruptness that plagues everyone else.

Megumi knows good and well that he’s not a hero — couldn’t be farther from it, if he’s being honest. He doesn’t feel a moral obligation to go out and rid the world of all evil. (It’d be hypocritical, he thinks, considering the fact that he’s most likely belonging under the evil category himself.) From a young age, he’s already known and come to terms with his fate. He’s going to train and learn from the best, and eventually, he will succeed as head of the clan. That is his purpose. That right there is the reason why he’s still alive today. That is why he can find himself sitting at his desk, submitting an application that’s already guaranteed to be followed up with an acceptance letter, ready to pretend for four more years that he’s normal.

“D’you think college will be fun?” You ask him, making yourself comfortable in his bed.

“No.”

You laugh at that. You like Megumi for a lot of reasons, and his honesty is one of them. Despite the fact that he likes to keep most of the darker details of his life to himself, you know that he would never lie to you. In a world full of people who are constantly lying, it gets tiring trying to figure out who’s real and who’s fake. It doesn’t help that you want to believe in everyone either. If you didn’t have Megumi loyally staying by your side all this time, you doubt you would have made it this far in your life without anyone taking advantage of you and your kindness.

“My dad said I can finally get a boyfriend when I go to college.” You say this fact so casually that Megumi almost — almost — gets fooled into believing that this is not a cause for concern. Almost.

“Oh.” He’s at a loss for words. He knows that it’s inevitable; that one day, you’ll find a guy you like and want to get closer to him. He knows that you’re not always going to be by his side, and he knows that it’s going to happen because he’ll have to push you away eventually. The older he gets, the deeper he’s burying himself into his grave. He doesn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.

It’s not like boys have never tried approaching you before. People have spent years thinking that you and Megumi were a couple, and then after finding out from you that the two of you are nothing more than “best friends”, boys were still hesitant to talk to you. The glare Megumi would give them from behind your shoulder acted as a strong enough deterrent.

“I know. Now the only problem is finding a guy who’ll actually wanna date me.”

“They all will.” The words leave his mouth faster than he can even think about them. He’s not wrong, though. Every time the two of you are out in public together, he sees people shooting quick glances at you, at your ass, at your bright smile. The looks they give are predatory, dangerous, even. If it’s not your looks, it’s your shining personality that draws them all in. And if that’s not good enough, there’s always the enormous wealth attached to your last name. That’s the key to getting them to stay.

“You can be so sweet sometimes, you know that?” You giggle, glad that he’s still typing away on his laptop. If he were to look at you right now, he would see that you’re reacting way too positively to such a lackluster compliment. It’s not like he listed reasons on why anyone would ever want to date you, so he probably could just be complimenting you to make you happy.

(That’s just the excuse you’re going with. You know your best friend — that means you know that he would never say something he doesn’t truly think or believe.)

There’s a secret you’ve been keeping from him. A secret so big that you think you might’ve been keeping it from yourself, too. Something so big that your body simply can’t contain it any longer.

You like Megumi. 

Of course you do. You keep telling the whole world what great friends the two of you are. You talk to him about your dad all the time (which must mean he’s important, because you rarely get to speak to your dad, so you have to choose your topics of conversation wiseley). You trust him more than you trust yourself. Ever since middle school, you’ve been telling yourself that you liking Megumi isn’t anything to be ashamed or confused about. You like him because he’s your friend, and you’re supposed to like your friends.

And then you came to terms with the fact that you like Megumi beyond the borders of friendship.

It starts with you seeing him the way other girls must see him. You’re not blind, you know. It’s obvious that Megumi is far from ugly. If he wasn’t so intimidating, you’re sure he would have had his fair share of confessions, too. Megumi’s pretty, although calling him a pretty boy wouldn’t do his character justice. He’s got lashes people pay extensions for theirs to look like, and the prettiest dark blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and his hair, which he doesn’t put forth any type of effort in, always looks good whereas the same hairstyle would look messy on anyone else.

It’s not just his looks, though. Even if you look like the type of person who would judge others based on such shallow standards, you didn’t approach Megumi simply because he’s attractive. He’s… interesting. He’s got this reputation for being a delinquent, and maybe all the fights on his school record prove it, but he’s surprisingly respectful. He’s the type of guy who gets up from his seat to let an eldery woman have it. He loves animals. He’s honest and sweet despite his seemingly stoic nature, and he’s so oblivious to just how good he is.

Maybe it’s because he’s so blinded by the light that is you. You, with your cutesy bento boxes that used to be made by your team of personal chefs but are now made with your own manicured hands. You, with that bright smile of yours that he wants to always see because god — he thinks he would be willing to destroy the whole world if something were to ever make you so upset. You’re kind and beautiful and everything people write love songs about. You’re so good, and he’s nothing like you.

He’s nothing like you, because he highly doubts that you spend your time fantasizing about him like he does with you. It’s wrong, he thinks. And dirty, and disgusting, and vile. You’d hate him, he’s sure of it, if you knew what he thinks about late at night. That he sits on his bed with his cock pulled out from his shorts, leaking with precum as he strokes himself to the thought of you. Do you not see him as any other guy? Despite your lack of experience, surely you know just how dirty boys’ minds can be? You’ve got to be conscious of the fact that he’s any other guy, right? So, why — why — do you always roll around in his sheets, letting your sweet perfume stick to his sheets. Your tiny tops and skirts are always clinging tight to your body, and you never feel the need to readjust your clothing when it rides up. Do you not see him trying his hardest to look you in the eyes when the two of you are talking, despite the tantalizing sight of your skirt bunching up, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs?

Little does Megumi know (and if you have your way, he’ll never find out), you spend nights in your room, whining and trying to stuff your cunt with the same fingers that painstakingly made him his lunch. He’s your best friend since childhood. He looks at you like you’re an angel, and you don’t want to destroy that image by revealing just how dirty you really are. How every time he gets so close to you, you subconsciously bring your thighs together, trying to rub them together in a poor attempt to relieve some tension. He’d be disgusted with you, you’re sure of it. Maybe even betrayed.

Besides, it would never work out. Megumi doesn’t see you the way you see him. He might look at you with a soft look you’ve never seen him give anyone else, but that’s because you’re his only friend. It’s not like he’s harboring any hidden feelings for you, and just because you’re so convinced that there’s no one better than Megumi around, it doesn’t exactly mean that you won’t feel this way about anyone else.

Megumi’s got a rather monotone cadence with his voice, so you’re not too surprised by his seemingly unethusiatic response to you saying you’re now allowed to date. Still — there’s a slight pang of disappointment when you realize that he doesn’t sound jealous at the prospect of you dating someone else.

You decide right then and there that the healthiest thing to do now is to just bury your feelings for him deep inside your heart, to tightly pack in all those pesky feelings and store them away so you can make room to allow others to fill in his space.

gumi <3: where are you? gumi <3: i’m feeling tired and i have an assignment due tomorrow. i’m going home. gumi <3: you know i wouldn’t leave without you. cmon [name]. let’s leave now

Megumi frowns at his phone. He can clearly see that all his messages are being delivered, not to mention that he’s already called you twice and has been sent to voicemail twice. He can be patient when he wants to be, but right now, he’s getting a little pissed.

You know that he doesn’t like parties, and you know that he doesn’t hang out with the same people you do. He also knows that you don’t even really like most of the people you surround yourself with, so whyyou suddenly decided to do a 180 and reestablish your throne as the head of the social pyramid, he doesn’t know.

Lately, things between the two of you have been a little… weird. Sometimes he catches you staring at him with a sad smile on your face; one that you immediately replace with your usual one when you realize he’s looking right at you. Despite him asking you if everything’s okay, you vehemently deny that there’s anything wrong, and you’re quick to change the subject.

He thinks he’s losing his best friend, his only friend. And maybe it only hurts because he’s grown used to your presence in his life. Maybe it hurts because you’re his friend. But he knows the truth. It hurts because he’s losing you.

Did he do something wrong? Did he accidentally somehow reveal the extent of his feelings for you? Did you suddenly decide that maybe associating with someone like him isn’t something you’re meant for? Do you…

Do you hate him now?

It doesn’t matter. Maybe it does, but not right now. Right now, he’s more focused on getting the hell out of this stuffy ass living room, filled to the brim with drunken young adults and people he couldn’t care less about. The only person that matters right now is you, and he’s on a mission to find your location.

He’s got this ominous feeling in his gut, like something bad is about to happen. He’s Megumi Fushiguro, for fuck’s sake, so bad things have a habit of following him wherever he goes. But still, he’s made a personal promise to himself that no matter how bad things get, you’ll never get caught in the crossfire. He’s willing to die to keep that vow.

If you don’t reply to him, you most likely have a good reason. He doesn’t want to be clingy, is pretty damn certain he doesn’t even have a right to be, but he’s still worried about you. He’s pushing past the wall of sweaty bodies, trying to catch a glimpse of your hair color, the waft of your perfume, the familiarity of your laugh, but he can’t catch a single crumb of you anywhere.

You’re nowhere in sight, and he’s immediately filled with dread.

He yanks a guy who’s coming from upstairs.

“Ow, man, what the fuc—”

“Is anyone else up there?” Most of the time, the parties are restricted to just the first floor, with the unspoken rule being that only the upstairs should be used for people trying to fuck or to use the bathroom (or, people trying to use the bathroom to fuck). You’re not anywhere downstairs, and if you were simply using the restroom, you would have been back down here by now.

“Shit, I don’t fucking know.” The guy squints at Megumi, as if trying to see if he knows him or not. With the way his expression pales, Megumi comes to the conclusion that the guy might not really know him, but he knows ofhim. Gojo says that with the right reputation, the two concepts are practically synonymous. “But I heard a guy ‘n a girl, I think, walk past the bathroom. I don’t know who, though!”

Megumi lets go of the boy’s shirt, and he’s quick to run off before Megumi can give him any more wrinkles in his shirt — or do something much worse.

He’s thinking. Odds are, it’s probably not even you. With so many people roaming around this house, it’s likely that he just missed your presence. Your phone could have died, so that explains why he can’t reach you.

He finds himself heading up the stairs anyway.

It’s fine. He tells himself. You’re fine. You’re okay. Nobody would dare to touch a single hair on your head unless they want to suffer directly at the hands of Megumi. People around campus call him your guard dog, and it’s not necessarily a nickname he hates.

The atmosphere upstairs is vastly different from the one downstairs. There are no lights turned on, and all the doors to the rooms are closed. He hears a flush coming from one end, and out walks a tipsy girl who’s staggering a bit. There are only so many doors to choose from, and he doesn’t really want to accidentally walk in on two people trying to have sex, but the need to confirm your safety outweighs any possible embarrassment he may suffer from, so he continues on his mission.

The first two rooms are revealed to be empty, leaving just one more. Megumi takes a deep breath before trying to turn the handle.

It’s locked. 

His gut is telling him something isn’t right, but he’s forcing himself to chalk it all up to paranoia. He curses under his breath, wondering why he even let you out of his sights for a single second.

Because he didn’t want to seem clingy. Because he didn’t want you to have any more reasons to keep on pushing him away. 

He decides to call you one more time, and as he’s listening to the dial tone, he hears a faint sound coming from the other side of the locked door.

It’s a phone ringing.

He presses his ear against the door, trying to make out any more sounds he possibly can. Is it still a coincidence when the phone stops ringing right as Megumi is greeted with your voicemail message of “sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now, but you probably should’ve just texted me!”

Without the annoying dial tone distracting him, Megumi can listen a little more clearly to what’s going on. There’s… there’s someone crying.

The voices are muffled, but he can make out bits and pieces of what’s being said.

“—fuck up… crying like a damn bitch… want this.”

He’s heard enough before he’s banging his shoulder against the door.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” He’s screaming, hitting it again. There’s a chance, the voice of reason inside of him is saying, that it’s not you that’s crying behind that door. Even if it wasn’t, Megumi still wouldn’t have stood by idly. But instinct is telling him that it is you, and that’s enough cause for him to bang his shoulder against the door once again. He hears a scream, and a male voice cursing.

The force of his body banding against it is enough to have the door really test the strength of its lock. Megumi’s never been the bulkiest person in the world, but he’s still got some defined muscle to him. The door is creaking, almost bending to his will, but he fumbles in the dark for the gun safely tucked away by his side.

It’s a gift from Gojo. To speed up the process when something needs to be done quick is what Gojo said it was for. He’s never used it in such close proximity to you, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

No silencer. He forgot the fucking silencer. With the deep bass rumbling from the speakers, he doubts anyone would be able to hear the gun go off anyway. He aims for the handle, pulling back the safety, and fires once, then twice. With a foot aimed at the door, he kicks at it, pleased to see the way the abused door finally bends to his will.

The open door reveals a scene that makes Megumi see red: you, with tear stained cheeks and your clothes bunched up and strewn across the floor with a guy Megumi vaguely recognizes as someone sharing the same Econ class as the two of you — Mahito.

“You fucking bastard.” Megumi practically lunges forward, tossing his gun to the side. He doesn’t see reason, is numb to common sense at this moment. All he feels is the need to hurt this fucker. To make him bleed, to have him on the brink of death, to see the light of life leave his dark eyes.

Mahito is fast, but even he couldn’t imagine the speed that Megumi would possess when pushed to the edge. This is different from the fights you’ve witnessed during school. This is something entirelydifferent.

The first punch has Mahito wincing in pain. The second, third, and fourth ones are thrown back to back, and there’s no time given to recover, no chance to gain the upper hand. He’s falling down, and Megumi’s on top of him, drawing back his fist only to slam it against him again and againand again.

Megumi knows he’s got something fucked up inside of his head — what other explanation is there to reason with why he finds this bloody violence so satisfying? His knuckles are bloody, and he can’t tell where Mahito’s blood starts and where his own ends. There’s a wild grin on his face, one that you’ve never seen before. You’re not sure if it’s a trick of the shadows, but the feral expression on Megumi’s face transforms him from your loyal best friend to something monstrous.

“‘Gumi, st-stop.” The words stumble out of your mouth as hiccups, but you don’t miss the way Megumi’s raised arm freezes in its higher position before he slowly brings it back down to his side. He’s breathing deeply, and all is silent in the room.

As if the sound of your cries is enough to snap him out of his daze, it’s almost scary how fast his mood shifts. Just a second ago, he was hellbent on beating Mahito to a bloody pulp, and now the darkness drowning those blue eyes of his is practically gone. He makes his way to the bed, each step hurried but still hesitant. Do you even want to be near him right now? 

You answer his question with some more small sobs. “‘Gumi, I—”

“Shh, it’s okay, [Name].” He’s picking up your clothes from the floor, ready to help you get dressed. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Megumi.” His name seems to be the only thing you’re capable of saying right now. After he helps you get dressed, he’s thrown off guard when you cling to him, with your arms wrapped around his neck and your wet cheeks pressed against his shoulder.

The moment the two of you are exiting the room, both of you far too wrapped up with the other to pay him any mind, Mahito lets out a laugh before groaning at the pain Megumi inflicted.

The two of you don’t know what you just started, but no worries — Mahito has the means of ending it.

It’s only a matter of time.

You’re too good to be true.

You won’t listen to him when he tells you this (you never do), but he swears you’re a fucking angel or something otherwordly. There’s no other possible explanation for just how breathtakingly beautiful you are, or how you’re the only thing consuming his every thought. Despite the fact that all the blood on his hands has reached an amount that he’s sure he’ll never truly be able to wash it all off, you don’t shy away from his touch. As a matter of fact, it seems like you’re keening for it.

“‘Gumi.” You mewl out, sticking out your tongue to lap at the precum on Megumi’s thumb.

You’re well aware of just how dangerous your boyfriend (the title makes you giddy every time you refer to him as that) is, but you know him. You know that the hands of a killer are the hands of your lover, and most of the time, you have a hard time believing the awful things he’s had to do with them. Because right now, those hands that are meant to be weapons are handling you with care, touching you so gently, you would have thought you were made of glass and ready to shatter.

“Look at you, all spread out for me. What happened to my precious, shy little girl, huh?” He removes the hand that was cradling your face back to his cock, stroking his length, the saliva from your tongue acting as a minor lubricant. The first time he fucked you was the first time you’ve ever had sex with anyone ever, and it had been the start of an addiction. You love Megumi. You love everything about him, from his character to his tenacity, all the way down to his cock, with its red tip that’s sticky with pre and leaking out more as he stares down at the obscene position you’re in.

Your face feels warm as he stares down at you, his eyes darkened with a mix of love and lust that you don’t think you’ll ever get used to being on the receiving end of.

“Need you, need you so bad, please, ‘Gumi—” You’re staring up at him, giving him your best doe eyes.

“Fuck.” Just the sight of you beneath him, completely bending to his will, whining out for him to pretty please fuck you has him ready to cum right on the fucking spot. He’s pressing the tip in, his breathing faltering just the slightest as the warmth you provide envelopes the most sensitive part of him, nearly causing him to lose all self control right then and there.

You let out a cry as he pushes himself deeper in you, making himself at home in your gummy walls, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding onto the headboard.

“You feel so good for me, baby, shit.” He hisses, waiting for you to adjust, impatient but willing to bear it if it means it’ll feel better for you in the long run. After all, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t endure, just to ensure your happiness.

“Mm — ah — please.” There are still tears welling up in your eyes — precious girl, he hasn’t even began to properly fuck you, and you’re already tearing up? The sight of you completely and willingly at his mercy is enough to get him to start rutting his hips against yours, the satisfying sound of skin slapping against skin resounding and bouncing against the walls of his bedroom that is starting to feel more like the both of yours.

“Y’feel so fuckin’ good for me, baby.” He groans, his pace quickening, the thrusts getting sharper and rougher with every roll of his hips. You’re powerless against his strength, and this type of easy submission feels so natural, feels so good, when it’s him that’s taking advantage of it. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy, y’know that?  I could fuck you forever.”

His praise goes through one ear and out the other with you, but your heart swells up to twice its size. Even if you can’t focus on the words all too clearly, you’re still aware that Megumi’s probably praising you. You can come to this conclusion because he’s always praising you. He’s always so sweet, so gentle, so loving — when it comes to you, that is.

“Hng — daddy!” You can’t help but let out a high pitched moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of you that makes you buck your hips up.

There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing. Clenching around his cock like that, making those cute little noises that he can’t help but want to hear all the time, and then calling him that.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” 

Forget igniting something within him; you whining for him, calling him something that’s the root cause of all his childhood traumas… That’s like dousing him with gasoline and tossing a lighter at him. He’s going to burn through all his energy, channel all this dark, feral energy, and use you as the one unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end.

He fucks into you so deeply that if your eyes weren’t shut tight, there’s no doubt that you wouldn’t see the unmistakable shape of his cock outlined against your tummy. The headboard is banging against the wall, and the squelching sounds of him roughly thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt is so lewd and so dirty that if you had any room to harbor a single ounce of shame, you would be downright embarrassed.

“How about you make me a daddy, huh? How about I fuck a baby in you?” He won’t lie and say it’s not something that’s never crossed his mind. The thought of your stomach round with a life the two of you created is enough to get him to continue with this near-brutal pace he’s set forth. “Doesn’t it sound nice, baby? My baby giving me a baby, what—” He grits his teeth as you tighten up. “—a fucking dream.”

“Baby. Wanna have your babies.” You cry out, tears spilling out and wetting your cheeks as your arms find their way to his neck and broad shoulders, trying to pull him in closer. The heat building up from within you feels like you’re about to fucking explode. “‘Gumi, I love you, Iloveyoupleasegimmeababy—'' Your words are practically unintelligible as you slur them out, the words sticking together as you cum all over his cock, all that pleasure that has been building up now physically tangible, if the white ring encasing his cock every time he pulls out is evidence.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good. Always so fuckin’ tight.” He’s reaching his own end, and you’re just lying there, trying to recover from such an intense orgasm but unable to as your too sensitive walls clench around the constant intrusion of his cock. Spurred by your little love confession and his mind imagining his daydreams coming true — you, as his cute little housewife, taking care of the kids the two of you made together — he finally shoves himself as deep as he physically can, making sure that as he cums, nothing will spill out.

“‘Gumi.” You whisper, your head resting against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to start a family?”

He’s silent for a minute.

“I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you.” And he means it. He knows this life isn’t one meant for children — look at how he turned out, for god’s sake — but he thinks that for you, he can do anything. Even make a family work out. As long as it’s what you want, he doesn’t mind how hard it may be.

You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. “Good.” You mumble. “I wanna start a family with you, too.”

Megumi feels… at peace. Like he’s got the whole entire world in the palm of his hands. He wraps his arms around you, and realizes that no — right now, he’s got his world right in his arms.

Mahito likes to play with his food before he devours them whole.

Humans are just so… vulnerable. Even the coldest people have a heart; it’s only a matter of whether or not they find someone warm enough to defrost it. Megumi Fushiguro, for example, likes to walk around this world, acting indifferent and claiming to follow his own moral conduct, only to give himself the biggest weakness he could possibly harbor: you.

He still remembers that party. He still remembers the way you were dressed like a little slut, completely oblivious (or maybe you were just acting coy) to the wolfish stares all the guys were giving you. He had the same class as you. Seen the way you clung to Gojo’s charity case, as if the ground would swallow Megumi whole if you let go of him. You’re cute, and you scream naive virgin, and that’s precisely why Mahito wanted to take you to that bedroom and have his way with you.

And then, your infamous little guard dog bared his teeth and pummeled him into the hardwood of a stranger’s bedroom floor.

Grudges are cancerous. If you don’t deal with it right away, it develops into something worse. It takes over all your internal organs, ruining you ‘til the only thing you can focus on is getting revenge. And the longer you wait, the more vengeful you get. It doesn’t become a matter of ruined pride or reestablishing honor — it becomes about inflicting the most pain one possibly can. It becomes about suffering — about transferring your pain, your anguish, onto someone else.

Mahito isn’t the type to hold grudges, but for Megumi, he’ll make a special exception. He wants to see just how well trained the boy is; after all, he’s been taken under the wing and supervision of Satoru Gojo, the myth himself. Surely, his student must be nearly as skilled, right?

It’s been a long game of watching and waiting on Mahito’s end. A lot of lurking in the shadows and gathering intel. It’s a lot more boring than he anticipated, but today’s the day where all his hard work finally comes to fruition. Megumi Fushiguro is going to regret ever interfering with him that one fateful night. The burning humiliation he’s felt has long since fizzled out, but since he’s already been set on the path of orchestrating Megumi’s destruction, he figures it only makes sense to see it through. You only can let go of a grudge after you get your proper revenge.

He’s been leaving Megumi all sort of taunting, teasing threats any chance he gets. Mahito’s got nothing but disgraced yakuza members on his side; those who have committed acts vile enough to get them kicked out of what is essentially a group of criminals. He knows how to be twisted — hell, twisted might be the only thing he knows how to be.

Killing girls that resemble you and sending him the photos. Taking videos of you when you’re out in public alone. Leaving voicemails for Megumi, ones that leave him pale faced and unable to breathe as he listens to how Mahito wants to tortue you.

Megumi’s been on edge for the past few months, unable to explain to you why. It’s why you don’t understand why Megumi won’t let you go back to your car, even though you left your phone in there.

“I’ll go. Or, we can go together.”

“You have to wait for our coffee! And besides, I don’t even know where I left my phone. It might not even be in the car, but you’ll just waste your time searching for it if it’s not there.”

“So then why do you have to go look for it?”

“Because it’s my phone? Also, I reeeeeallly don’t wanna have to wait for our coffee, so I figured looking for my phone in the car would kill some time.” You give him that sweet smile of yours that he loves so much before waving him goodbye. “I’ll be back by the time our order is ready, pinky promise!”

At the end of the day, it’s all luck. Mahito realizes this as you happily skip out of the crowded cafe, headed towards your car to search for your phone. He doesn’t know why you’re returning back to your car, doesn’t even really care. All he knows and all he cares about is that you’re headed there alone. And while you’ve been alone plenty of times, he’s never had an opportunity quite like this one. A chance to finally detonate the bomb that’s been lying dormant underneath your car, ready to be activated at the press of a button. He could’ve killed you plenty of times already, but it’s not enough to merely murder you. He wants to make it a spectacle, sure, but he also only cares about one audience member watching: Megumi.

From where he’s hiding, blending in with the rest of the customers from the bakery across the street, he’s got a decent enough view of Megumi, who’s sitting by the glass windows, watching you with furrowed brows as you unlock the car door.

Mahito can’t help the cruel smile that spreads across his face as pushes the remote connected to the bomb.

Nobody expects to hear the loud, resounding boom of something exploding. The surrounding cars parked next to yours have their alarms going off like crazy; it’s nothing but high pitched, blaring noises blending together to create a disruptive harmony. People are screaming, someone is on the line with emergency services, and—

—your precious car is set aflame, reduced to a burning pile of scrap metal no salvage yard will take.

In this moment, Megumi Fushiguro’s world crumbles to ashes.

[satorisoup]

YOUR NUMBER, TO GO .ᐟ

ft. kento nanami

cw : fluff. bakery owner! reader. nanami being absolutely smitten with you.

wc : 897

nanami absolutely despised work environments. he didn’t like the exhausting feeling of sitting in an office, day to day, with nothing but papers and an annoying ring of the telephone to keep him company. he didn’t enjoy the daily routine of work, eat, work again, sleep, repeat. it was getting far too repetitive, and quite frankly, boring. how could he enjoy anything when work was always in the way?

that was until he spotted the cute little bakery on the corner during his lunch one day, practically calling his name to come inside.

as fate would have it, he entered through the dainty doors out of pure curiosity, and with the “—ding!” of a bell, he was greeted with the brightest, cheery smile he thinks he’s ever come across. the excited “ welcome! ” and delicious pastries reeled him in like a fish on a hook, met with a sweet girl dressed in an apron behind the counter. nanami believes he may have just found a gold mine.

he browsed the desserts from behind the glass case, unsure of what to decide on. the strawberry scones? maybe tiramisu? wait, there’s chocolate chip cookies too? he was stuck in his thoughts, options seemingly endless.

and you, an angel sent down to earth, began to speak again, tone sweet like honey, “ first time here? i can recommend you a few things if you’d like, sir. ”

nanami left with an entire box of pastries that day, and he didn’t have one single regret.

the next day, the same situation followed. and the day after, and again after that. his own legs began to betray him, automatically leading him straight down the path to your beloved bakery every time the clock hit 11:15. soon enough, he became one of your most loyal regulars.

you were incredibly warm and inviting. a breath of fresh air, giving him the push he needed to continue through his primitive work day. lunch time was his secret guilty pleasure, which was getting to buy some sweet desserts from an even sweeter girl, who called him “ mister nanami ” as she welcomed him in with a honeyed hello. over time, nanami started to realize that not only were you a pleasant person, but you were also incredibly endearing.

that now leads nanami to his latest predicament, which was how to ask for your phone number without looking like an idiot.

it starts with him showing up to your shop, dressed in his usual work atire, you looking in his direction at the sound of the bell. he makes his way to the display case, mind still whirring with what he should say.

“ oh! mister nanami, i have a new treat today! would you like to try one? ”

nanami is snapped out of his churring decisions, turning to you as you hold out a tray of what you had decided to make today. ah, strawberry sundaes.

“ oh, i’d love to. ” is what he responds with, smiling as you nod your head, taking one to neatly package up for him.

nanami watched your soft, delicate hands wrap his dessert in a pretty cellaphane, all the while you hum to yourself in content as you tie a bow to close it off. your soft humming to the tune that plays like a melody is all too enticing, and— oh, he’s staring. you’ve really got him wrapped around your sugar coated fingers, without a single idea of it. nanami curses himself, really, for not being man enough to grab your phone number before this. hm, how improper and cowardly of him.

“ here you are ! please, tell me how it tastes. i tried a new recipe ! ”

nanami is about to hit his thirties and yet, he feels like a child with the way his heart rate picks up at the sound of your voice. he shovels the comically tiny spoon into the sundae before taking a bite with everything on it.

you’re beautiful and you surely can make a mean sundae. that’s one thing for certain.

“ it’s delicious, as always. how much do i owe you ? let me grab my wallet— ”

“ it’s on the house ! ”

and another thing, you were just so damn generous.

“ i couldn’t possibly— ”

“ mister nanami, i insist ! you’re here almost every day, it’s the least i can do for my favorite customer ! ”

oh ?

nanami thinks all of his logistics may have been thrown out of the window, because the second he heard the implication of him being your favorite customer, accompanied by the precious blush that covers your cheeks, he really doesn’t mind being bold for once in his life.

“ ah. well i don’t want to be greedy, but i wouldn’t mind having something else on the house… ”

“ of course ! anything at all really, what would you like ? ” you innocently asked.

“ is your phone number on the menu ? ”

not a day in nanami’s life would he of ever expected himself to use such a cheesy pick up line on the sweetest girl, but when he sees that same old smile that drew him to you in the first place, he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“ for here or to go, mister nanami ? ”

[lostinlewis]

Old Drabbles ~ Part Four

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Lewis knew when he saw that look in your eyes, what was about to happen. He prided himself on knowing your body and mind better than he knew his own, so he was always equipped with whatever you needed.

It didn’t matter that you were in a crowded room, it didn’t matter what commitments he had in that room, his focus was on you and making sure he comforted you when you needed him most.

He pulled you by the hand through the crowds, not apologising nor excusing himself as he got you to the exit, fast.

The moment the fresh air hit you, so did the tightness in your chest, your heart raced and your skin flushed.

Lewis didn’t try and hide you both, he didn’t care about anything right now, just you. He leant against the nearest wall as he pulled you into him, wrapping you in as much of his body as he possibly could.

“I’ve got you, Baby. Ride it out, don’t think about anything, I’ve got you.”

He soothed you with endless words of comfort, he wanted you to be certain that you were safe and protected whilst the anxiety fed through your body.

He didn’t once let go of you, nor did he loosen his grip around you, not until he felt your breathing begin to normalise.

“Thank you, Lewis.” You whispered, your breath still hitching in your throat a little. “I’m so sorry-“

“Do not apologise, Babe.” He nudged your chin upwards so he could kiss your lips. “I meant it when I told you all those months ago, I will protect you. I’ve got you, always.”

~

Your eyes darted from one man to the next as they all towered above you, taking a spot at either side of the bed where you lay naked.

With anyone else in this scenario, you would feel incredibly vulnerable, but not with them. These four were the only four men in the world who made you feel safe, made you feel loved, and made you feel like you were the most important person in the world.

Charles’ fingers were the first the grace your skin, brushing lightly over your thigh, just enough to make you shiver.

“Oh, Princess likes it when you touch her.” Daniel smirked at Charles.

“Give her what she needs.” Lewis commanded the younger man, with his eyes still locked on yours.

Charles didn’t hesitate, he tickled his fingers up the inside of your thigh just high enough to tease the very last spot before he would be touching the place that was now quivering for him.

His fingers roamed from one thigh to the other, never quite touching where you needed him to.

Pierre joined him, but he didn’t tease you.

“Look how pretty her pussy is, Charles. Look how wet it is, you can’t just leave her wanting all night.” Pierre growled as he began to lightly run his finger between your folds, separating them so he could see just how wet you were.

The very second his finger hit your clit, you threw your head back with the rush of pleasure. Lewis caught your first moan in between his lips as he couldn’t resist kissing your slightly open lips.

“That feel good, Princess?” Lewis purred, inches away from your face. You nodded with a hum as Pierre had found the perfect rhythm on your nerve endings. “What do you want? Do you need more?”

“Ye…yes, please. More.” Your words were cut with breathy moans as Charles could not resist you any longer. He never liked his friend getting all of the praise, so whilst Pierre played with your clit, Charles inserted two fingers inside of you.

“Mm, she’s tight even on my fingers.” He praised you to his friends as he began to fuck you with them.

“That better?” Lewis asked.

“More…all of you.”

That was something you had said multiple times before to the men, each time meant a different thing. Lewis looked to Daniel who was already smirking, the older men always knew exactly how to please you, they were such natural givers they didn’t even need to communicate.

Daniel ran one of his big hands over both of your breasts, squeezing them before finding a nipple to play with.

“Fuck, you have the most perfect tits.” He groaned as he twirled your nipple between his finger and thumb, tugging it just enough to make you hiss. “We are so fucking lucky to have you, Princess.”

Between the two men working in unison on your pussy, both with equally perfect fingers, and Daniel playing with your sensitive breasts, you mouth was permanently agape as you filled the air with moans.

Lewis watched you a little longer, admiring just how pretty you looked so completely overwhelmed with pleasure m, before he ran a finger across your bottom lip.

“So pretty…you need something to suckle on don’t you, Princess?” He purred.

“Please…please.”

He knew that the only way to centre you whilst you were being overwhelmed was to give you something to play with in your mouth, he knows that sucking on something always makes you feel good.

He teased a finger in, brushing the tip just over your tongue. As if they knew what was happening, at the same time both Pierre and Charles decided you needed to cum, so they picked up their pace until you they were playing with your pussy so perfectly they have your hips rolling off of the bed in motion with their rhythm.

“She’s gonna cum, boys. Make her cum for us.” Daniel commanded as he now tugged at both of your nipples.

“Cum for us, Princess.” Lewis chanted. “Give then what they deserve for all of their hard work on your sweet little pussy.”

He pushed another finger into your mouth, completely stifling your uncontrollable moans as your orgasm teetered on the edge of explosion.

You felt Charles place a kiss on your inner thigh, you knew it was him despite not being able to see him, you knew how his lips felt against your skin, where they had been many times before.

You held your breath, Lewis pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, whilst his other hand found its favourite spot around your throat.

Every little thing then men did was solely to draw your orgasm out of you and it worked perfectly. You came, hard. None of them removed a single finger from you, riding your orgasm with you until you were quivering with every touch, so sensitive to them.

“Good Girl.” Pierre praised as he took over the spot where Daniel stood beside you, Charles now replaced Lewis.

“You did amazing for us, Princess.” Charles equalled the praise.

Both men fed their fingers into your mouth, wanting to see you suck your juices off of them before they each had a little taste themselves.

You gasped as you felt the fingers of both Daniel and Lewis touch your overstimulated pussy.

“It’s our turn now, we want to make you cum too.” Daniel smirked at you before his finger hit your clit, replaying the moments of only minutes ago.

~

You tied the silk cloth at the back of his head, just tight enough to make sure it wouldn’t loosen without permission before you moved around the chair where he was sitting, your face inches from his.

“This is going to be fun.” You giggled at the sight of Lewis tied to the chair, about to be more restricted and more vulnerable than he ever had been before.

“Go easy on me, Baby.” He pleaded, his dark eyes bore into yours.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You whispered as you pulled the blindfold down, covering the eyes you loved so much. “Relax, I promise to make you feel good.”

The words you uttered were words only familiar in his voice but now the tables had turned, now you had the power and you were free to do what you liked with him.

His whole body shivered as you licked from the base of his neck to his ear, sucking on his ear lobe just enough to make him squirm in his seat.

“You like it when I suck you, don’t you Daddy?” You whispered in his ear.

He groaned, you hadn’t even touched him really and he was already weakened by you.

“Yes Baby, I love it.” His voice hitched in his throat, a sure sign he was struggling already, it only spurred you on more.

You moved down his body, running your fingers across his chest until you had both hands wrapped around his dick whilst you knelt in front of him.

“Mmm, already dripping for me Daddy…I don’t want to waste it.”

“Shit.” Lewis hissed as your tongue licked across the slit, tasting every drop of precum that had glistened along it.

You twisted your hands, working them in different directions as you placed soft kisses on the tip of his dick.

His legs shook, his mouth let out the softest moans as he you completely overwhelmed him with very little at all.

“Baby please I’m gon-“ He began to plead with you and you already knew where this was going.

You stopped and rose up from your knees, placing a kiss on his lips that lingered just a little.

“Not yet. Daddy only gets to cum when I say tonight.”

You heard him groan again, his body stiffened a little as he held himself back whilst you slowly rolled your lips down his length.

You wondered how long he would last, having had your self control tested so many times by Lewis, you wanted to test his now too.

You didn’t go easy on him at all, within seconds you could tell that all of his senses were in overdrive and what he was feeling now was so much more intense than anything he had ever felt before.

As you took him all the way down the back of your throat, your nose buried in the little tufts of curly hair at his base, he let out an extended moan. You held him there for as long as possible before you could hold your gag reflex back no more, spitting him out as you gasped for air.

“Hearing you gag is the most perfect sound.” He purred. You knew if you could see his eyes right now all you would see would be love.

“You should make me gag again then, Daddy.” You teased as you worked him with your hand for a moment.

“I wouldn’t tease if I were you, the moment these ties are off, I will make you regret it beautiful.” His words made you tingle so much you had to roll your hips to shake it off.

Deep enthusiastic sucks, a pace faster than you ever had before, your jaw aching from all of the work but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was the guttural groans that spewed constantly from his lips as you worked him.

The first sign of how close he was came when his thighs stiffened around you, his whole body twitching in his seat. You took him deep into your throat once more, it took a mere second for you to gag this time.

“Oh fuck.” He hissed.

“Do you need to cum Daddy?” You rolled your hand up and down his length to keep him on edge as you caught your breath.

“Yes, Baby.”

“Beg me, beg me to make you cum.”

“Careful, I will make you pay for this, my love.” Lewis growled.

“I know you will…beg me.”

“Fuck…” He groaned, his whole body twitching once more. “Please…please let me cum, Baby.”

If you had more strength you would have revelled in hearing him plead for release, something that you only ever did, but you didn’t. You wanted him to cum.

It took only a few more sucks to send him over the edge and into a state of pure euphoria as he released a heavy load into your mouth, his whole body shaking, his mouth chanting a mix of profanity and animalistic moans as he did so.

His orgasm was so intense that he did not stop letting out little moans as the after effects ripped through his body until you were up on your feet, standing behind him to untie his blindfold first and then his hands.

The moment he was free he stood up and grabbed your wrists, those eyes you loved so much were looking at you with pure menace.

“Did that feel good Daddy?” You dared to ask.

Lewis smiled for a moment, before he kissed you, sucking your bottom lip as he let go.

“You know I love that pretty little mouth of yours…” He paused. “But that pretty little mouth is also the reason why you’re going to be in the bedroom, naked and waiting patiently to be put over my knee in the next five minutes.”

~

With your legs pulled up around his hips, his hand held you to the bed by your throat, every stroke was weighted with every intention to keep you on the edge of orgasm for as long as he could hold back his own.

“Look at me.” Lewis growled as your eyes drifted into a roll, it was impossible to keep them open when your whole body was so overstimulated. “Focus on who is making you feel this good.”

Lewis brought his hand up from around your throat to find either side of your lips, forcing you to look at him.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?”

His already dark eyes were somehow now even darker as he fed off of finally being able to take you to a place he hadn’t dared before.

You nodded, it was the only way you could respond right now.

“I always knew you would be such a good little slut for me as soon as I fucked you like you deserve.” Still holding your face, his fingertips digging into your skin harshly, he kissed you with so much force you were barely able to respond. “Be a Good Girl and open that pretty little mouth wide for Daddy.”

You did as you were told, opening up your mouth as your tongue slid over the bottom instinctively. 

“Look at you, the perfect little cum slut already…is that what you want, Baby? You want Daddy to cum all over that tongue?” 

You could only nod again, every stroke kept you right at the peak of your orgasm but never once pushing you over. 

Lewis did something you did not expect, he dribbled a little of his saliva so it slowly dripped onto your tongue, before his patience ran out and he spat in your mouth. You responded by swallowing it, of course. 

He groaned as he took in the sight of you, your eyes wide and full of anticipation of his next move, your lips plump and still apart as you waited for him to surrender your high. 

Lewis’ head fell to the crook of your neck, his hands wrapping around your wrists to restrain you in a new way, as he buried his dick as deep as he possibly could. 

“You will get what you want, Baby.” He nibbled on your sweet spot. “But first, I want to cum inside of you.” 

~

“You doing okay, Sweetie?” Lewis looks to you, his hand held you tightly, just as you are about to walk in the room. “You look incredible, by the way.”

“I’m good, stop worrying and just enjoy the event, mister.” His eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched as he smiled at you. “Your little girl hasn’t stopped kicking me since we got out of the car, clearly she’s excited to watch her Daddy’s interview too.”

“She’s kicking?!” Lewis let go of your hand and immediately stood in front of you so he could place his hands on your swollen belly. As if your daughter knew, she found both spots where his hands rest to kick. “Oh wow, she’s so active now.”

“She’s telling you that you need to stop messing with her and head inside that room, everyone is waiting for you.”

Lewis took your hand once more, leading you into the room that held a few important people.

He slipped his hand around your waist as you both mingled amongst the guests, making small talk about nothing in particular.

It was when you were entertaining the third couple you realised why his hand was placed where it was, his palm firm on your stomach, he wanted to feel your daughter kicking some more.

“You two are already inseparable and she isn’t even in the world yet.” You giggled as Lewis led you to your seat in the front row, inches from where he would be sat on stage.

“Just you wait, mummy. As soon as our princess is born, she’s going to be the biggest Daddy’s Girl you’ve ever met.”

His smile was always warm but the smile he carried now, ever since he found out you were expecting, was a smile that truly flowed.

You could listen to Lewis talk for hours about his interests and never get bored, he was so completely captivating about his passions, he made everyone in the room listen.

It was on the last question of the day that you felt your daughter practically do somersaults in your tummy. Lewis was asked what he was most proud of.

“If you had asked me this a few years ago, I would have said my World Championships. Not now though, that’s just like a bonus at any job.” His eyes cut to you, the crinkles reappeared next to them as he smiled. “I am most proud of my beautiful wife. Not only is she the smartest, fiercest, most caring person I’ve ever met, she is also the strongest. It takes real strength to go through life with a husband who puts his life at risk every weekend, ultimately putting her whole world at risk too, but she does it because she knows it’s what I love. And now she’s carrying our daughter, I am in constant awe.”

As if your daughter could hear her dads voice, understand his words, she fluttered in your tummy until the moment he stopped speaking, your hand placed in a cradle told him as much on the stage and you could read it all over his face, he wanted to be done with his duties and back with you, back with the both of you.

~

You didn’t look up from your phone as you entered the elevator, instead you carried on furiously typing a response to your ex before letting out a groan in pure frustration.

“Fucking asshole!” You hissed.

The first sign you weren’t alone in the elevator came from the breathy chuckle the stranger let out from just behind you.

“Sorry…” You smiled timidly at him before quickly turning away again, embarrassed.

“Don’t be, some people are fucking assholes. Man trouble?”

“Ex man trouble, actually.”

You heard that chuckle once again and it was at that moment you realised it sounded as if you wanted him to know you were single, which technically you were, but that wasn’t the point of what you said.

Your anxious fretting was interrupted quickly by the sound of the elevator grinding to a halt loudly, shaking you in your spot.

“Fuck.” The stranger growled before he began pressing the buttons fruitlessly. “I have a meeting in 10mins!”

“Yeah…I don’t think that’s going to work.” You teased him. “Just press the alarm button and call the maintenance guy.”

It was on his sixth ring of the alarm bell to no response that he realised he was going to miss his meeting.

“Fuck.” He sighed, throwing himself back against the wall of the elevator. “Guess we’re stuck with each other for a while.”

You smiled at him, a long drawn out smile, as you really took in the stranger you were now stuck with. A man with the softest looking skin, the kindest smile, dressed in clothes that looked like they cost a few months rent for you, he was incredibly good looking and you couldn’t help but stare.

“So, whilst we have time to kill, tell me all about your man trouble…” He paused for a second. “Sorry, ex man trouble.”

And so you did, you spilled the inner most secrets from your five year relationship to a man you didn’t even know the name of. He listened intently the whole time, he seemed genuinely interested, but his silence once you finished your story made you second guess that for a moment.

He walked towards you slowly, brushing your hair behind your ear with his tattooed fingers as you stood frozen on the spot, unable to move from the gaze he held you in. His fingers moved from behind your ear to cup your chin before his lips met yours.

“You deserve to feel special.” He whispered. “Let me show you how special you are.”

You hadn’t realised just how turned on you were until he had you up against the wall, legs spread with the tip of his dick brushing through your folds. You were more taken back by the sound of your wetness than he was.

The gasps were perfectly unified as he entered you, your mind instantly began to spin, every stroke of him inside of you made it so it was impossible for you to think, only feel, and fuck did he make you feel.

Every thick inch of him stretched you out as his pace increased to the encouragement of your moans. His lips never left the constant rotation of your neck to your lips and back down again.

He made sure you knew how thankful he was for your pussy, every groan he so freely let out, every heavy breath, told you as much.

You were so close, he was too, the both of you lost in a wild moment of raw ecstasy, holding eye contact like you were equally in awe of each other as he almost brought you both to climax.

The elevator jolted once more, as if powered by the inevitable explosion of energy that you were so close to letting out, it began working again.

“Fuck.” You giggled as he fell against you. “What timing.”

“Where are you going now?” His voice was still breathless as you both stood fixing your clothing as the elevator bell rang to open the doors.

“Back to yours, I hope?”

You knew the courage to recite that line was powered by pure desire to feel him inside of you again, it was more addictive than anything you had ever known, it was worth the risk of a rejection that might come.

It didn’t. Instead he took your hand in his, hurrying you out of the elevator that had trapped you both into a meeting, and straight back up to his room so he could really show you how special you were.

“I’m Lewis by the way.” He mumbled as he closed his door with your body, pushing you up against it, unable to wait a few seconds longer to have you. “But you can call me Sir.”

~

The past few months had been anything but easy on Lewis, in fact they had been the toughest few months you had lived through with him, but your relationship survived, and not only that, it grew so much stronger.

At Christmas he had flown you out to Colorado to spend it with him and his family, showering you with gifts on the day before sneaking you out to his little cabin amongst the trees, away from everyone else, just so he could have some alone time with you.

You expected him to take you up against the wall the moment the door shut behind you both, but he didn’t. Instead he sat down on the sofa, positioning you so you straddled his lap.

“Move in with me.” He whispered into your mouth between kisses.

“What do you mean? Where? You live…everywhere.”

It was true, Lewis had no permanent residence. He had many homes all around the world, he was a man that travelled often, never really settling in one place, so moving in with him felt a little absurd.

“I want you to be with me everywhere.” He kissed your lips in the most drawn out fashion, savouring the taste of you. “You are home, the walls that surround us are insignificant.”

And so you did. From that night onwards, you had never spent a night apart again, you went wherever Lewis went and he was so much happier for it.

You tried so hard to wait up for him, he was working late at the factory again, he had been doing that every night this week, surviving on no more than 4 hours sleep before he left to go back to work. Against your will, your eyes shut for too long and you drifted off into a sleep without Lewis being home, something you hated doing.

You didn’t hear him arrive home, the first sound you heard from him was the sound of him grabbing some clothes out of his drawer.

“Babe, I’m sorry I-“

“Ssh, don’t apologise. Go back to sleep Baby, I’m going to shower and I’ll join you.”

In your still half asleep state, you threw your duvet off of your body.

“Forget showering, come here.”

Lewis needed no persuasion, the closer he got to you the more evident his sheer exhaustion became. His cheeks were puffy, his eyes decorated with heavy bags underneath.

He took off his shirt and shorts, sliding into the space between your legs naked but with no intention of initiating anything, he was far too tired for that.

“I missed you today.” He mumbled, already close to nodding off as he kissed you.

“I missed you too. You need to sleep.”

Lewis knew what that meant, he shuffled down so his head was laid on your breasts, his face cushioned by his favourite pillows and within seconds he was snoring softly with his face looking perfectly at peace.

You watched him for a while, you wondered just how he did all that he did, how he took on all the problems of the world, and of other people, yet still he carried on fighting, hoping for change. There wasn’t a single other person in the world you admired more than him.

You stroked a finger across his beard, something he always loved you doing, it soothed him. You felt him nuzzle into your skin a little more, before finally his snores grew louder, a sure sign that his sleep was deeper, just how you wanted him to be.

“Sleep well, my love.” You whispered to him, kissing the tips of your fingers before placing them on his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

~

Lewis loves to hear you tell him exactly what you need from him.

He is way too eloquent for a simple ‘use your words’, he much prefers finding other ways to make you tell him.

He knows the power he has over you, he knows that even though he’s barely touched you at all this evening, he has you worked up into a mess just by lightly kissing you, all over your body.

The kisses linger just next to all of your sweet spots, you like to be kissed on a certain part of your neck so he will make sure to kiss everywhere but that spot, enjoying the way you hold your breath in anticipation, only for the deepest sigh when he moves right past it.

His lips trail down your collarbone, just enough contact so you can feel it but almost none at all, until he gets to your breasts.

His tongue traces the outline of your areola before he runs a very wet tongue around your nipple, instead of hooking it so he could suck like he normally would, he blows air onto the wet he left just to send a shiver through your whole body.

Your sweet little groan drives him on more, he knows what you want but until you say it, you won’t get it.

The trail of kisses leaves nothing untouched, apart from the one place you need it most, the place that is dripping for him, he can see that as he pays attention to the inside of both of your thighs.

His mouth moves closer and closer to your middle, your hips rock, you try desperately to reach his tongue but it’s no use, he only chuckles at your desperation.

“Mmm, please.” You groan out, frustrated.

“Oh so she speaks?”

Lewis talks deliberately inches away from where you ache for him, he wants you to feel his breath wash over where you need him.

“Please Lewis…please.”

“You can do better than that, babe.” His tongue tickles the part in between where your upper thigh and your core meets. “If you don’t ask, you don’t get.”

“Lewis…I really need…please”

He dares to move in closer, sticking to your mound with his kisses, he’s so close yet so far.

“Babe I can do this for hours, you know I only deal with direct requests.” He draws his tongue down, stopping right before he hits your clit. “Don’t be shy, tell me what you want.”

You throw an arm across your eyes as if to cover you whilst you feel incredibly vulnerable.

“Please, I need you to lick…” his tongue tracing the softest circles on your clit pauses your sentence. “Lick my pussy, please.”

“Good girl.” He sucks your clit up onto his tongue, sending your whole body into an arch as you moan out. “Now, tell me how I’m making you feel…every step of the way…”

~

Lewis was so attentive to your needs over anything else from the very first date, so it was no surprise that when the time finally came for you both to spend the night together, he wasted no time before going down on you. 

He didn’t come up for air until your breathing had settled somewhat, the after effects of the orgasm he had given you with ease were wearing down as he made his way up your body, trailing soft kisses up as he did so before meeting your lips, leaving the lingering taste of yourself on your own tongue.

The tip of his dick fell to your opening naturally, he felt you shudder underneath him, a mixture of how sensitive you were feeling and the anticipation of his bigger than expected size.

“I’ll go slow, I promise.” His voice was breathy, worked up, you could hear his own anticipation through it.

He was gentle, as gentle as he could possibly be as he eased himself inside of you, watching you the whole time to make sure you were doing okay. Once he was all the way in, he held there for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feel of him.

He kissed you once more, holding the kiss for as long as possible as he slowly began to stroke in and almost all the way out of you.

Lewis felt your walls tighten, so tight in fact the squeeze was almost unbearable for him.

“Already babe?” He smirked, a breath away from your face as he didn’t once stop the pace.

You orgasmed hard once again, whimpering below him as he fucked your through your second orgasm before hiking your legs up over his arms to drive deeper into you now that you were really settled into his feel.

It took no more than a minute before he felt you tighten once again, you could see by the way his eyes widened that he had never experienced a woman as sensitive as you before.

“Fuck you’re so sensitive baby.” He groaned as your orgasm crashed down again. “I’ve never felt a pussy so good.”

Lewis was amazed at how reactive your whole body was to even the littlest touches he made both on your skin and inside of you.

By the time the fourth orgasm hit you, and it didn’t take long, he could no longer hold back his own.

“Shit, that was close. That felt way too good to pull out of.” He chuckled as he smacked the tip of his dick against the thigh that he had so graciously covered in cum seconds before.

You were in a daze, a whimpering, whole body shaking daze and he immediately felt bad, falling down beside you and pulling you into him, not caring that his own mess was getting everywhere, all that mattered right now was making sure you were okay.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you too far, babe.” He soothed, kissing your forehead repeatedly whilst stroking every bit of skin he could touch.

“No, don’t apologise, it felt good.” Your voice was still weak. “I just…I’m so sensitive, I can’t help it.”

“Baby, I have never made anyone cum that many times before.” He noticed you bury your head further down in embarrassment. “Look at me, beautiful.”

You did just as you were told, drawing your gaze up to meet his.

“Did it feel good for you?” You nodded a response. “Good because that felt incredible to me, simply incredible.”

Lewis held you against him for so long that you both drifted into a light sleep, waking naturally at the same time before he led you into the bathroom where you both soaked for hours, just talking as he took care of your body in a different way.

~

The girls were long in bed, you and Lewis had been sat listening to music on a low volume for hours now, just enjoying one of those rare nights you got to spend together. Whilst you both adored being parents, there was something special about the few hours alone, being just yourselves, not mummy and daddy.

You were curled over his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands rested on your thigh as you fell into repeated kisses.

It was coming up on your three year wedding anniversary but it still felt very much like you had just met, your honeymoon period never really left, even after two kids and a marriage. Lewis still made your stomach fill with butterflies when he kissed you.

The love fest was disturbed only by Lewis’ Apple Watch vibrating on his wrist.

“It’s time!”

“Time for what? It’s like midnight, babe. There’s only one thing it’s time for…”

Lewis lifted you up, carrying you in the way he had as he carried you over the threshold after marrying you, still making sure to steal kisses whenever possible.

“And you’ll get just that.” He kissed you once more before placing you on your feet. “Right after we’ve hidden the eggs ready for the girls tomorrow morning!”

He was like a big kid when it came to anything to do with your daughters, he spoilt them rotten and made sure every day he spent with them was as magical as possible, so an occasion like Easter was just perfect.

Lewis came into the room with two huge sacks filled to the brim with Easter eggs.

“You take one side of the garden, I’ll take the other. The first one back to the decking, wins.”

“Wins? Lewis all we’re doing is hiding eggs, surely even you can’t make this into a competition?”

“Oh babe, have you just met me?” Lewis laughed as he handed you your sack and ran off into the garden to get a head start.

You could hear him talking to himself as he picked out what he considered to be the best hiding spots, everything was at height level for his babies, every spot he picked came with a reason.

You, on the other hand, placed the eggs anywhere and everywhere, rushing through them all with determination to beat him, just because it would annoy him.

“What took you so long, Mister?” You teased as you leant up against the rail, watching him stroll back to you, defeated.

“I had to make sure every single one was in the perfect spot, the girls are going to be so excited tomorrow morning.”

The fluctuation in his voice as he spoke of your daughters never failed to warm your heart, he was completely besotted with them, being a dad had never suited a man more than it suited Lewis.

“Yes they will, now come here Daddy.” You pulled him by the collar of his sweater until he slotted between your thighs to kiss you. “So what do I win?”

“This.”

Lewis lifted you up to sit you on the rail before he slid inside of you, masking your gasp with his lips.

“Mm, if this is what I get when I beat you, I might have to start making more of an effort in our games.” You giggled as he ever so slowly began to move inside of you. “What was your reward?”

“It would have still been this, it was always going to end with me inside of you.” He pulled out of you almost fully, before slamming back into you, just to make you squeal. “Now, you’re going to have to keep very quiet because I have no plans on going easy on you tonight.”

~

You crept in behind Lewis, he was so lost in the mixing of one of his many unreleased tunes that he didn’t notice you until you were wrapping your hands around him, running them down his naked chest and placing kisses just behind his ear.

“Hey you.” He purred, stroking your arm as he allowed himself to fall back into your kiss a little. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

He expected you to leave, you normally did, but he didn’t know that you had fought against your desire for him for hours now and it was simply impossible for you to ignore it any longer.

Your lips trailed down his neck and over his shoulder whilst your hands crept further down his body until the only restriction from what you wanted most was the flimsy waistband of his shorts. 

“Baby…you know I have to finish this, as soon as I am done, I’ll be all yours, I promise.” 

You could hear in his voice how impossible he was finding it to turn you down, even if only for a few minutes. 

“I’ve been trying to be patient…but, my own fingers are nothing in comparison to you, Sir.” You whispered into his ear. 

The very second your words penetrated his ear, you could feel him immediately strain against the weak material that covered him. 

“Oh is that so?” Lewis pulled you around to face him, running a hand up the inside of your thigh until you felt him trace a finger through your folds. “So wet, Baby. You really need help don’t you?” 

“Yes, Sir…please.” You pouted, an expression that could either provoke his dominant side or make him completely soften with you, this time it was a little mixture of both. 

Lewis pulled himself out of his shorts, his dick springing proudly away from his body as it stood to your attention. 

“Take what you need, Baby.” Lewis held your hips as you lowered down onto him.

The feeling of being so full of him was the only thing that had settled you all day, he fit inside of you like he belong there, if you hadn’t needed a release you could have just sat there for the rest of the night, content in the feel of every single throbbing vein against your intimate walls. 

You began to ride him. His hands placed on your ass, you rocked on him with a pace that worked perfectly for the both of you. 

Your moans rang through the empty air of the room, you were generous with them, Lewis had that affect on you. 

You felt him reach forward to his desk, pulling his microphone forward so it was only a inch away from you. 

“I want this recorded, Baby. I could listen to the sounds you make when you fuck me for hours.” 

It was rare that he let you take control, and even when he did, he couldn’t help but play with you a little. His hand moved up your body, playing with both of your nipples before it settled around your throat. 

“Fuck, Lewis…” You groaned as he began playing with your clit with the other. “It’s too much…” 

“You can take it, Baby.” 

He wasn’t wrong, he knew your limits exactly, and he also knew how to make you cum in an instant. No sooner had he begun to rub circles on your swollen pearl did you begin to fall apart. 

“Please, Sir…Please, Sir…make me…please…make me…FUCK.” 

Your whole body shook on him, he sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck as your orgasm rocked you to your core. All of the pent up frustration you had been harbouring all day made it so when you finally got your release, you were seeing stars. 

You fell forward on him, nuzzling into his neck as the aftershocks made you whimper uncontrollably. 

“That better, Babe?” He whispered in between placing little kisses on your forehead whilst he stroked your back. 

“Mhm, thank you Sir.” Your voice was practically a whimper too. 

“Good. Now, go busy yourself for a little bit whilst I finish this song. I might be a while longer though. I have to find a way to mix your moans into it now too.” 

~

“Grey sweats, again? You might as well just walk downstairs with your dick hanging out, no one would notice the difference.” You rolled your eyes as you put your earrings in at the mirror.

You had been invited to join Lewis on his trip to Malaysia for a night, you figured a free trip somewhere nice was an offer you couldn’t refuse and he told you he missed his best friend and needed the company. It was a win win for both parties.

“Got to leave a little something the imagination, babe.” He smirked as he sat on the bed behind you, watching you put the finishing touches to your outfit.

There was a stark contrast in the way you were both dressed. You had dressed up to the nines, aware you would be pictured with him inevitably, he was wearing literally the first comfy clothes he found once he got out of the shower.

“Lewis, nothing is left to the imagination in those…trying to hook more Insta Baddies for your collection or something?”

You could hear his breathy laugh get closer to you, you looked at him approaching you in the mirror, stopping with the tiniest of space between your bodies, just close enough for him to lean in and whisper in your ear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were jealous…” His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine as it tickled your skin. “You know, you can get it any time you want babe, you only have to say the word.”

His hands on your hips froze you where you stood, it was a new sensation, never having been this close to him before. You didn’t pull away, and he noticed. Lewis stared at you through your reflection in the mirror.

“Lewis…I…” You felt him press up against you and it made you lose all train of thought. You could feel it, it was so much bigger than what you even imagined from sight alone.

His hands moved from where they sat on your hips to around the front of your thighs, his thumbs purposefully brushing against your middle just so he could feel you quiver against him.

“You want it, don’t you?” The arrogance in his voice was warranted.

“Fuck, Lewis…we can’t.” You mumbled weakly as his lips met your neck, throwing your head back in to the crook of his.

“We can do anything we want, babe.” He worked his lips on your sweet spot, his thumbs brushed against your other. “Tell me what you want and you will get it.”

“I…I…please…”

Despite the fact you didn’t actually tell him what you were asking for, he already knew. Within seconds he had positioned you over the the dresser you were stood in front of, hitching your dress up around your hips and positioning himself at your entrance.

It was impossible to tell who made the loudest sounds as he filled you with every thick inch of him. As if he had been waiting for this moment, unable to hold himself back even a little bit, he held you by the strands of your hair wrapped around his fist as he pounded into you.

It was undeniable, you knew from the first stroke as to why he was so popular with women. One little taste and you knew that forever it would be all that you craved.

Lewis brought you up to his level, stroking you slowly but deeply, still holding your hair as he nuzzled into your neck once more.

“That feel as good as you imagined?”

“So good…fuck, you feel so big.”

“That’s because you’re so little, Babe. Such a tiny pussy yet you’re taking all of me like such a very good girl.”

He felt the impact his words had on you as your walls clenched around him.

“Oh you like hearing that don’t you? You like hearing how proud I am of you for how well you take my dick babe?”

“Mhm, I do…I do…”

Lewis pushed you back down so he could fuck you as hard and as deep as possible, unrelenting for even a second.

“You take this dick like it was made to fill your pussy, Baby.” He grunted, you could hear he was close now, you could feel it too. “Are you going to take my load like a good girl too?”

“Yes…yes, please.”

Before the last word had even rolled off of your lips you felt his final few sloppy thrusts into you, squirting his cum all over your walls as if he wanted them covered.

“Fuck…” He hissed as he tried to shake off his high, pulling out of you slowly. “Fuck.”

You awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom, there was the sudden embarrassment of sleeping with your best friend on a whim mixed with the vulnerability it left you with, lingering in your movements.

Lewis was stood waiting for you after you had cleaned up.

“Come here.” He pulled you into the warmest hug yet. “That doesn’t change anything, you know?”

“It doesn’t?” You looked up to him confused.

“Well, it does in a way.” He kissed your forehead, unsure of whether or not you would pull away from an actual kiss. “I now owe you an orgasm or two, can’t have you thinking I’m selfish now.”

It was only when you turned to look back at him as you exited the elevator that you noticed the very obvious wet patch evident on his grey sweats.

“Lewis…you might wanna run back up and change?”

He looked down at the mess you had made only minutes before and smiled.

“Fuck it, let’s give them something to talk about.”

He took your hand and led you out to where the fans and the press waited to greet him.

~

Everyone saw the wet patch, of course they did. You had barely made it out of the lobby and into the car when the images exploded all over the internet. You were a little flushed with embarrassment, Lewis however, was loving it. Sat in the back of the car with him, he insisted on scrolling through his timelines, picking out the best comments to read them to you. 

“Lewis, are you not embarrassed that everyone knows what we did?” You hid your face in his hand that held yours, as it burnt red. 

“Embarrassed that everyone knows I made you cum so hard I’ll be wearing the evidence for hours?” He pulled you in closer to him so he could peck the top of your head. “I might just add it to my CV.”

It was weird, before you had flown out to Malaysia to join Lewis you would have never dreamt of sleeping with him. You had thought about it, of course, it was pretty hard not to when all you had to do was open up any Social Media app on your phone and be graced with a thirst trap of some sort, but you had never picked up on a vibe that he had also thought about it. Now that it had happened, now that threshold had been crossed in your friendship, it was pretty evident Lewis could not keep his hands off of you. 

He held you in some sort at all times, a hand on your waist, an arm around your shoulders, even sometimes your hand, as he led you around the room with him , entertaining the sponsors he was there to liaise with. 

“All I can think about is how good your pussy feels, babe.” Lewis purred into your ear as he nuzzled into your hair. “Come with me.” 

He was about as subtle as he had been with the stain on his sweats as he led you through the room with full intention to take you in the nearest bathroom. The very second he had you behind a closed door and all to himself, his lips found yours for what would be, weirdly enough, your first kiss. 

His fingers quickly found their way inside your panties, brushing through your folds, stopping only when he heard the hiss that came from your lips. 

“What’s wrong?” His brow was furrowed as he searched your face for answers. 

“Nothing…it’s just, a little sore.” You could feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment once more, you did not want to have to tell him that he had left you with a burning ache at your core due to his size. 

“Oh Baby.” 

He dropped to his knees in front of you, planting kisses on first the outside of your panties before pulling them to the side so he could kiss you properly. 

“I know exactly how to make you feel better.” 

Lewis wasn’t wrong, the ache vanished the very second you felt his lips surround your clit, rocking your whole balance so much so you had to hold him at his braids to be able to steady yourself. 

The kisses started off softly, before his tongue joined to really send you into meltdown. It was a little overwhelming, looking down to see your very best friend with his head between your thighs, eating your pussy to perfection. Lewis could feel your legs trembling, he knew that it would only get more intense. 

“Sit up there for me, babe.” He instructed you to perch on the sink. 

As soon as you were in place, he pulled off your panties, stuffing them into his pocket for safe keeping before he spread your legs and dove straight back in. Now that he had you in a position that was completely at his mercy, he worked your clit properly. His tongue lapped at it, unrelenting for even a second, his lips sucked it too. 

He could feel your orgasm fast approaching, your moans grew with intensity too. He didn’t once stop, he didn’t once ease off you, he had a goal and that goal was to make sure you completely fell to pieces on his tongue. 

“Oh my god, don’t stop…please.” You cried out to him, he responded by giggling into your pussy as he drove you over the edge. 

As he felt your body reach its peak, he brought his hand up to your mouth and muffled the screams he knew he was about to draw out of you. He was right. Your body shook, your thighs clamped around his neck, as he ate you through an incredibly intense orgasm. 

He was equally as proud of the glistening you left on his beard as he was of the wet patch caused by you as you pointed it out to him. 

“Maybe I’ll give them something else to talk about tonight?” He teased you as he stood between your legs just kissing you. 

“How about we stop inviting the world into our sex life and just enjoy it?” 

“Oh so there will be more?” His eyebrow raised with a smirk, he knew there absolutely would be. 

~

It had been hours you both had been locked away in Lewis’ Monaco apartment. He was home for the Summer and had told you he needed to work on his music as much as possible, ready for his album release once he had won his 8th title later that season. You had offered to arrive a few days later, insisting he focused as much as possible, he insisted you didn’t as he needed his muse by his side.

It was so warm in his room, both of you were wearing next to nothing, whilst you watched him mix a song he had recorded the night before.

“Hey baby, come here…” Lewis had joined you on the sofa, drawing his arms out from him so you would fall into his kiss. “I’m so glad I get you all to myself for a few days.”

His lips moved with yours so perfectly, it was impossible to not lose yourself in his kiss as he stroked your thigh, with his other hand held behind your head to keep you there as long as possible.

Your hand ran down his moist torso, brushing over his shorts until you felt how hard he was just from kissing you. You loved the affect you had on him, you had no idea how you did it, but he was hard around you almost always.

His brow furrowed as you pulled away from his lips, his hand didn’t quite let go of the back of your hair, he didn’t want you to move. The moment he realised what your intentions were, he sighed with such satisfaction, before you had even begun.

There was something so electrifying about being knelt in front of Lewis, having to use both hands to stroke him as one barely fit around his size.

He held your hair back for you, staring you deep into your eyes as he watched your mouth salivate with anticipation.

“Are you going to suck me like a Good Girl?” He purred in a tone that told you how turned on he was.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded before you let your tongue flicker around his swollen tip. You heard the change in his breathing, you heard every ripple of pleasure in it.

The second your lips were around his tip, sucking softly, you heard his groan as he relaxed his whole body.

“Mmm just like that, nice and slow for Daddy now.” He spoke in a voice broken with ecstasy, the only time you ever saw him weak was when you were knelt in front of him. “Your mouth is a fucking dream, Babygirl.”

You were an expert on sucking his dick by now, it was your favourite thing to do. Working your lips to meet your hand with such a steady pace, you had him hissing with his legs trembling in no time.

You felt him reach out to the table beside him and you stopped, looking to see what had distracted him.

“Don’t stop, please.” Lewis held his phone up above where you were knelt. “The world needs to see just how happy you make me.”

You did just as you were told, quickly finding the pace once more, sucking him until you felt his whole body jolt.

“That’s it…fuck…don’t stop, don’t stop…please.” Lewis chanted despite the fact you would never stop before your reward.

Quickly you felt the warm liquid fill your mouth as your boyfriend moaned into the air, his arm thrown across his mouth for mere decoration, his orgasm soaring through his whole body.

You didn’t stop sucking until you heard his little whimpers from how sensitive he was. Your mouth was full of his undoing, your smirk exaggerated as you knew his favourite part was watching you swallow.

“Show me.”

You stuck your tongue out to let him see just how much he had given you, he smiled proudly.

“Swallow it all, don’t waste a drop.”

The second your mouth was free, Lewis hooked your chin and pulled you up to his lips, back where you had begun.

“You’re so fucking good to me, I love you.” He mumbled into your mouth. “You haven’t even asked to see the photo I took, are you not curious to see how much of you can be seen?”

“No, I trust you. Besides, you always tell me I look pretty on my knees.”

~

“Lewis, we can’t…” You giggle as he runs a hand up the back of your skirt, rubbing every part of you he can touch. “We have to go out in five minutes, people will talk if we are both late.”

You worked together, always professional around everyone of your coworkers but behind closed doors, you were anything but. Lewis had seduced you almost straight after you moved to Mercedes, having watched you for the many years you worked for McLaren. He told you he had recommended you to Toto when the job opened up, purely on attraction alone.

“I don’t care. Let them.” He growled, his breathing heavy as he bent you over his kitchen counter with one hand, sliding your panties to the side with the other. “Let them talk about how I spend every race weekend stretching out your pussy.”

“Fuck.” You shrieked as he did just that, driving into you with such a unrelenting force.

The sound of his skin slapping frantically against yours filled the air, the whimpers he forced out of your lips joining them.

“Too much for you, babe?” He giggled as he watched you scramble to hold on to something whilst he made it impossible for you to function.

“No…no, don’t stop. Please, fuck me harder Daddy.”

He moved in closer to you, hitting his dick as deep as possible inside of you with slow thrusts now.

“Call me Sir, let me hear your pretty little voice addressing me properly.”

“Yes Sir, please…”

He moved back, pounding you even harder now as the pleasure rippled through your body.

“Fuck me, Sir. Make me cum, Sir.”

You overused it but it didn’t matter, it drove him crazy.

“Sir your dick is the best, no one fucks me like you do Sir.”

That was all it took to have him crumbling behind you, messy thrusts ending with your walls being laced with his thick load as he groaned out a satisfied finish.

“Where are you going?” He held your arm as you headed to the bathroom.

“To clean up before we leave.”

“No. I want you to go out just like that, I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you all night. I want to be able to feel it when I touch your thigh under the table.” He pulled you in for a kiss. “We better go, people will talk…”

~

You were so used to the feeling of him kissing every inch of your face that you didn’t wake until he had made his way down your neck, over your collarbone, and began to lightly suck your nipple.

The moment he felt you stir, he began to lightly graze his teeth over the pert teat, before sucking harder, losing himself in the sensation a little.

You let out a tired whimper, what appeared to be his goal, as he moved his kisses lower down your body until he found your sweet spot.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, he kissed it so intently, sucking it out of its hood until he felt your legs tremble around his neck.

“Oh my g-“ you cried out, reaching your hand down to find his loose curls.

With a little satisfied giggle he eased off on the pressure, lapping at you now with sole intention to have you fall apart on his tongue as quickly as possible.

One of his hands held your hip in place to stop you squirming away from him, the other crept up your body to tease your neck lightly. He knew how much you loved being choked, sometimes he liked to just remind you of what his hand felt like around your throat.

He felt your orgasm before you caught it, bringing both hands to your hips now as he knew he’d have you shaking in seconds, he licked your clit until you exploded with the most intense eruption of pleasure soaring through your body.

He never stopped lapping at you, even right through your whimpering mess stage, he wanted every last drop of you on his tongue until you were completely empty.

Lewis worked his way back up your body, taking the same trail of kisses he had made before, finding your lips at the end just so you could taste your own pleasure.

“Good morning, you.” He purred as he brushed his nose against yours.

“Good morning, my turn.” You attempted to roll out from under him, wanting to return the favour, but he stopped you.

“No babe, that was for you.” He kissed you once more. “But it was also for me too. Nothing beats the taste of you on my tongue first thing in the morning.”

~

The tension before a race in his drivers room was always palpable. He was very strict on the no sex until after a race, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to because he absolutely did.

“Lewis, what are you doing?” You squealed as he rid you of your clothes until you were left in nothing but your bra and panties. “I thought we’re not allowed to do this until after?”

“We’re not…” He lifted you up so effortlessly, laying you down on the massage table he had in the centre of his room. “That doesn’t mean I don’t get to play with your body.”

Your legs wrapped over his thighs as he pulled you into him a little, you could already feel he was half hard, you knew what was about to happen would be just torturous.

His hands grabbed at your waist, massaging his fingers into your skin with a certain pressure to it as he worked your muscles with intensity.

He massaged every inch of you, apart from the places you needed it most.

You tried rocking your hips slyly, the now fully hard tip of his dick brushed over the damp patch on your panties and he froze, holding your leg in the air as he shot you a look.

“What did I say?” His voice was stern.

“But…you want to as well, I can feel it.” Your brat voice in full form.

Lewis didn’t answer you, instead he placed a trail of kisses that began at your ankle and made their way all down the inside of the leg he held up in the air.

The closer he got to the place that aches for him, the more you lost control, your breathing became shallow with anticipation, your hips rocked uncontrollably.

He stopped. He pulled away from you as he got so close the seam of your panties brushed his top lip.

“You’re right, I want nothing more than to stretch that pussy out.” He had such a devilish look in his eyes. “But, no sex before a race.”

He placed your leg down and slid out from his seat, turning away from you completely.

“Lewis…” You pleaded with a desperate strain in your words.

“One more chance, Baby.” He turned to look back at you. “You have one more chance to be a good girl and make this easier for me.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then there will be no sex until after Imola.”

Knowing that race was three weeks away made your decision to behave an easy one.

~

“Look at yourself.” Lewis groaned as he his body up to yours as you sat on his dick, both of you completely naked, in front of the mirror,

“I don’t want to…”

“Baby…” His lips nuzzled into your neck from behind. “I need to make you understand just how beautiful you are.”

You opened your eyes, staring at yourself in the full length mirror in front of you.

“That’s it, take it all in…” Lewis starts thrusting up into you, encouraging you to start moving once again. “Tell me how good you look.”

You both met a perfectly satisfying rhythm as you attempted to do as you were told, Lewis fingers digging into your hips to guide your rocking made sure you did just as he asked.

“My tits look good…” Your voice was weak and unsure.

“Yes they do…ugh…don’t stop.” Lewis giggled as he fell back to enjoy you riding him whilst you sang your own praises.

Lewis stuck to his word, the moment you stopped firing off compliments, he held you still. For the first time in your life, your orgasm followed you feeling like you looked perfect and it was all because of him.

Only Lewis could make you trigger your praise kink by yourself.

~

We all know how intense Lewis is when he is into something, don’t we?

Once he brought you into his world, and I don’t mean his everyday, I mean the world in which he can completely lose himself, lose his ego, lose everything that makes him who he is. 

The world in which he is free to explore his deepest and darkest desires, safely of course. 

He knew you were ready to be introduced to more extreme play than the normal rough play he gave you just by how much longer it took for you to find your subspace than the average woman he had been with. 

Lewis knew you needed more, you just didn’t know it yet. 

He would tell you to take a couple days off, to pack an overnight bag, and to meet him at his house early in the morning. 

“But why? Where are we going?” You’d ask him, naturally. 

“Nowhere you have ever been before.” 

Lewis would have spent the previous night before planning your day meticulously. If he was going to open your eyes to a whole new world, he had to make sure it was perfect. 

He would greet you at the door, taking your bag from your hand as he leant in to kiss your cheek. 

He would lead you to his bedroom and strip you down to your lingerie, without yet kissing your lips. 

He would turn you around, purposefully, so whilst he finally kissed you, you would be able to spot the newly fitted restraints around his bed, along with the carefully crafted selection of toys he had placed on his table in the corner of his room. 

He would be gentle with you at first, before he brings some light hair pulling, a little light spanking as he warms you up. 

“Are you ready to really submit to me?” He would whisper in your ear, you would nod. “For the next 24 hours, your body, your mind, all of your decisions, will be under my control.” 

Lewis would spend a whole day taking you in and bringing you back out of Subspace, over and over again, playing with the fragility of your mind as he revelled in the power he had over you. 

~

Neither one of you knew how you ended up in this position, Lewis naked with his back pressed up against your chest, your hand oiled up and working his throbbing dick.

His groans were plentiful, loud and unforgiving. He was completely at your mercy but surprisingly, it was driving him wild.

“That feel good, babe?” You hummed into his ear, using your voice as another weapon against him.

“So fucking good, don’t stop…please.”

Your hand worked faster, your grip tighter as you rolled your hand up and down on his dick.

With your other hand, you brushed up his chest to hold his throat just lightly, pulling his ear closer to your lips so you could nibble on his lobe.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes…so close…please.”

You did something you had never done before, you brought him right to the edge, feeling how his body tensed on top of you, before you let go of him completely.

His dick throbbed, it was as if it was trying to force the orgasm out of him, but to no use.

Lewis changed expletives as his almost high lessened.

“Baby, please…I really need to cum.”

You had never seen him in such a vulnerable state, so completely helpless to your every touch, it was making your core ache but you wanted more.

You tightened your grip around his throat a little more, before you placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Beg me…beg me to make you cum, Lewis.”

He sighed so deeply before he nuzzled his cheek into your lips once more, he was so very weak yet he had never looked hotter.

“Please. Please let me cum, Baby. I really need to…please.”

His pleas could definitely use some work, it was evident this was his first time having to ever beg, but you gave in anyway.

You started out slowly as you worked him with your hand, but watching his whole body move in time with your motions made it so you quickly found a pace that drew out constant moans from his lips.

You felt his body twitch, his hips thrust up into your hand, he was on the edge again and you had the power to let him release, or hold him back once more.

“Please, Baby…”

His pathetic whimper swayed your mind, you wanted to see him explode just as much as he wanted to feel it.

“Cum for me. I want you to drip down my fingers, Daddy…”

You knew it was your use of Daddy when he was at your mercy that caused the biggest eruption within him you had ever seen.

He came so very hard. His dick dripping down your fingers, just as you had ask, coating them in endless reams of it.

“Mmm, that’s it. You look so pretty when you cum, Daddy.” You used the words he had used on you so many times before as you allowed him to ride out his high in your hand whilst you nibbled at his exposed neck.

~

“Babeeeee?” You whined as you were sat curled up together on the sofa. “I have an idea…” 

Lewis paused the movie that you had long gotten bored of, hence the thoughts you had been running through your mind. 

“Why do I feel like this is something I’m not going to enjoy?” He smirked at you. 

“You know that I think your eyes are like super pretty?” His brow furrowed as he struggled to imagine where you were going with this. “I really want to see how you would look with a little make up on them.” 

He was silent for a while, you wondered if maybe you had overstepped the mark in your still relatively new relationship.

“Is that it?” You nodded. “Sure, if it’ll make you happy…”

You ran off to grab your make up bag from the bathroom. 

“On one condition though, you have to be sat on my lap the whole time.” He had the most devilish smile on his face. 

You obliged, of course. Your favourite place to sit was in Lewis’ lap. 

He held a hand on each cheek as you got to work on his face. 

It was immediately obvious he was used to make up artists working on him, he never once flinched when you got real close to his eye with the eyeliner brush, nor did he blink as you layered his lashes with mascara. 

He stared at you the whole time, watching you intently as you perfected his already pretty perfect eyes. 

Although you were sat in the middle of his thighs, you felt his dick hit you as he grew harder, he was that big. 

“Lewis, really?” You giggled, pausing your masterpiece for a second to look at him. 

“I can’t help it, you look so hot when you’re focused on something.” He squeezed your cheeks. “Carry on, he can wait a little longer.” 

You lost focus pretty quickly, finding it incredibly hard to resist the persistent hard on that so tempted you, luckily you were basically done with your work anyway. 

“You like?” 

Lewis studied his eyes in your little pocket mirror that you held up for him for a moment, you could not tell what he was thinking at all. 

“I look hot…take a picture for me, please.”

“Why? For Insta?” 

“No, I want to send this to my team for the next paddock look. You know I really love giving people something to talk about.” 

He was right, he did look hot, very hot. You attempted to stand up but he pulled you back down quickly.

“No you don’t…” He pointed with his eyes down to his crotch. “ He’s been patient long enough don’t you think?”

~

You let the warm water flush over your head, down your face, smothering the rest of your body as your mind replayed scenes of the night before, almost as if you didn’t quite believe it would happen again and replaying it meant you would store the memory forever. 

“I thought you had left me already.” The gentle yet thoroughly intoxicating voice purred from behind you, making you jump back to reality. 

Lewis held your hips and slowly turned you to face him, his eyes running down your body, getting a full view of you before he brought them back up to meet yours. 

“I feel like I haven’t quite had enough of you just yet…” 

It was incredible how he had the ability to completely render you defenceless to him, even after just one night. As his lips sucked at the sweet spot on your neck, he lifted you up against the tiles. 

He was deep inside of you within a breath, your hands held his face up to focus on yours so you could watch just how his full lips curled with every thrust. 

Lewis could see it in your eyes that you were both sore from the night before and completely drunk on his dick. He fought with his own need to use your body just how he had done previously and with his overwhelming want to look after you. You didn’t know it yet, but he was besotted with you. 

“I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.” 

He stuck to his promise, holding you under the warm water so you never got cold, whilst he slowly pounded you into the tiles until you came so hard around him, it was completely impossible for him to not do the same. 

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have…you are trouble, you know that right?” Lewis smirked at you as he held himself inside of you. 

He was so careful to pull out each time last night, not one for making mistakes, but there was something about you that made his disciplined nature evaporate. 

“I don’t know what you mean, Sir. I have been such a good girl since you picked me up last night.” 

His eyebrow raised as he took in your words, he bit his bottom lip whilst his eyes darted around yours. 

“Yes you have, a very very good girl.” 

And just like that, he began round two of taking you in the shower.  

~

[yabakuboi]

thinking about oldman yaoi steddie like—

trucker eddie picks up drifter steve at a pit stop some where in the middle of cornfield ohio. they've both had pretty rough lives, but eddie's a softy and when a pretty guy (despite his ragged appearance) flashes him a smile and says "hey handsome, got room for one more?" eddie lets him up in the passenger seat

a hundred miles later, eddie loses him and the last $10 out of his wallet, but that's okay. to be expected really and steve was pleasant company for a while. he doesn't think he'll ever see steve again.

except that he does, nearly half a year later, and eddie recognizes steve where he's sitting outside a truck stop in new mexico. steve obviously recognizes him too by the way he's carefully not looking at eddie. still, eddie buys two sandwiches and drops one in steve's lap before he heads over to the well-graffied picnic table outside the gas station. it takes a moment, but steve follows, sits across from him.

"i don't want any trouble," he says, warily placing his sandwich in the middle of the table, like an offering if eddie wants to take it back.

"no trouble to be had," eddie tells him, and slides it right back.

they eat in silence after that, and when steve's done, eddie asks if he needs a ride anywhere.

he drops steve off near atlanta this time, sighing when steve refuses to take any money but leaving him with a number to Eddie's trailer if he ever needs it. eddie doesn't take much time off, so he's rarely there, but steve takes the little paper from eddie almost reverently all the same. if he calls, he never leaves a message, and he never calls when eddie's home.

so they don't see each other for maybe a year this time, until one day eddie's passing through tennessee and the roads are wet and icy and there's steve again outside another truck stop. he looks at eddie with wide eyes, like a man that hasn't seen a lot of luck in his life and whispers, "i never thought i'd see you again."

and eddie asks "it's almost christmas time. you might as well come on home with me."

"i don't want to cause trouble with your family."

"no family to trouble," eddie tells him seriously.

so he brings steve home, and they eat frozen pizza for christmas dinner and drink cheap beer for new years. eddie gets called out on the road again, but he leaves steve at home. he calls the first night and steve's still there. and the next night, and the next. and when he's next in hawkins, steve is waiting for him on the porch and eddie thinks he must be mirroring eddie's shock, the two of them surprised that steve's still there.

steve's still there though, 5 years, 10 years, 20 years later, long after eddie's retired from trucking. they got a little RV now and a dog and they roam far and wide, but always together

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about how older bf!Simon is sweaty and dirty after gardening and reader just goes crazy over that cause he's wearing grey sweatpants and the print and the pudge of his tummy is visible

let’s live the older bf!simon house husband fantasy fr

this is retired older bf!simon with all this time on his hands, all the time to give you whatever you need- you name it, it’s yours.

so he’s on those hands and knees in the garden, he’s been laying the patch of soil, weeding the shit out of it, getting nice and pretty for your lavender plants.

you’d seen them at the garden centre and simon swears, the look on your face when you saw them? that happy little smile? he’d cover the fucking house in them.

he was starting with the garden, covered in dirt and a heavy layer of sweat over him. upper arms straining against his t-shirt every time he ripped out a chunk of weeds.

back of his hand swiping against his forehead as he sat back on his haunches.

you couldn’t help but stare, quietly leaning in the door with a cup of tea in hand.

“whaddya’ think?” didn’t even have to turn around, he just knew.

he always knew.

walking up beside him, he rest his head gently against your thigh as you scratched your fingernails through his sweaty crop of hair.

“think i’m the luckiest person alive”

simon snorts a laugh through his nose as he reaches up to take your tea off you, finishing the last mouthful. you always save the best parts for him.

when he stands up to full height, you finally get the full picture.

fucking hell.

everything is covered in dirt, sweat stained and ready to sink your teeth into. broad shoulders with a stomach that softened with every meal he was finally home for.

he looked like yours.

you’d evidently been staring so long it was noticeable, the way simon was wrapping a hand around your back to pull you into him.

his lips were doing a good job at distracting you from the fact he was pushing you towards the swing seat. the same one he’d made from scratch (and christened by splitting you open on it).

seemed like you were heading down the same road, until simon began to sink to his knees. getting rid of your knickers, there was a glaring difference between your pretty skin and the dirt marring his knuckles.

“simon- s’dirty”

you think he nodded, but he could’ve just been nuzzling his face closer between your thighs. not a speck of dirt left behind when he crossed his wrists behind his back.

“look sweet’art, no ‘ands”

[suashii]

you don’t normally care for what you wear to bed but, as you rummage through your dresser for a pajama top, you notice that one of your shirts is missing. it’s one from a concert you went to a while ago and spilled bleach on—the reason it was downgraded from a go-to piece in your wardrobe to something you only wear to sleep. it’s a memory more than anything which is why you inquire about its whereabouts.

“have you seen my shirt?” you ask suna, closing your drawer and turning on your heel to face him. “it’s the one from—”

you squint your eyes at his figure in your bed. he looks rather relaxed, which you expect. what you don’t expect, however, is to see your missing shirt stretched over his torso. it’s tight in all the wrong places and barely covers his tummy.

the sight makes your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “why are you wearing my clothes?”

he doesn’t look up from his phone with his reply. “so i have to share my stuff but you don’t?”

you have an idea of what he’s getting at—you can’t deny that you’ve been rather carefree in combing through his closet. still, you never run the risk of ruining any of the items you help yourself to. “take it off, you’re stretching it out.”

“give me my hoodie back and i’ll think about it.”

you know exactly which one he’s talking about. you’ve been hanging onto it for a rather long time. out of all of his jackets that you’ve borrowed in the past, you must say, the one he’s referring to is probably your favorite. “no, it’s comfy.”

“then i’m wearing this to sleep.”

he sets his phone on the bedside table, as if he’s readying to turn in for the night. disbelief paints your face at his denial, his complete disregard for all but ruining your keepsake.

you cross the room and climb onto the bed beside him on a mission to get your shirt back. suna leans away when he takes note of your approach but you don’t let the growing distance stop you. your fingers grab at the hem of the shirt and you pull it up in an attempt to pull it over the man’s head. “take it off!”

“hey!” he yelps, trying to pull the shirt down to preserve his modesty. “get off, you perv!”

your lips wobble at his reaction and it’s enough to make your hands still. you weren’t expecting him to put up such a fight and the last thing to you want to do at this late hour is end up wresting a man as large as suna.

so, you settle for playfully slapping his exposed abdomen and silently parting with your shirt. “god, you’re so annoying.”

[nottsangel]

Hi Ari!! Omg congrats on 11k your blog is doing so good!! 💕💫

and nsfw thought: just imagine you’ve been in a shitty mood so you were bratty with jj all day. And when you both get home he just fucks all the attitude out of you until ur crying from the relief omg I need him 😩

JJ MAYBANK — 18+ (i changed it up a bit i hope that’s ok!)

“you gonna behave?” “y-yes, j, fuck!” you moaned as jj pounded into you from behind while tightly gripping your hair with one hand and holding your hip with the other. he was fucking you like his life depended on it, fed up with your bratty behaviour throughout the entire day. so when you both finally got home, he hauled you into the bedroom and ripped your clothes off, his demeanour shifting abruptly.

“nah, i’m not convinced yet.” he swiftly flipped you over so you were on your back and immediately started thrusting into you again, his hand travelling towards your throat. the new position allowed him to hit your g-spot so perfectly, causing you to moan his name with your mouth agape. “feels good, hm? you love my cock, don’t you?” he asked, his voice laced with a fake sweetness that you foolishly fell for as you instantly replied, “hmm. feels so fucking good, j”

“too fucking bad, princess. brats like you don’t deserve to cum.” he growled, his voice darker and deeper with the false sweetness from earlier gone. your eyes sprung open right away with tears slowly filling your eyes as you begged and pleaded, “n-no, i need to cum, please, i swear i’m gonna be good. i’m sorry, okay! please baby” he simply chuckled in return, fully enjoying seeing you desperate like this. “yeah, that won’t do. you can cry all you want but i’m the only one that’s gonna cum tonight.”

[hanasnx]

brucie and his 19 year old girlfriend who he flaunts around Gotham like it’s no big deal. he takes her everywhere and anywhere there will be press. everyone is so shocked and they don’t even know what to say. especially the kids. dick and jason are (high key) jealous of it… -🍓

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE has been keeping you around to garner attention around himself and off of his dealings as the Batman. You were the perfect candidate given your social influence, your popularity, and it helped you were easy on the eyes. If Bruce Wayne was the center of controversy for dating someone half his age, Batman could keep a lookout on Penguin’s latest caches without distractions like the Cobblepots releasing a statement that Batman is wrongfully investigating a man based on appearance. Prejudice doesn’t make the news, but an age gap does.

You practically float off the floor when Bruce is around, whether it be an arm around your waist; leading you or twirling you like a dance with music he hums; sweeping you off your feet, easily up over his head. It becomes clear why he’s so dangerous, he’s such a charmer. Somehow he has romance dialed in, and you fell for someone so put-together. You love going everywhere with him, and when a fan asks for a picture, he’s the first to hug you from behind and curl his huge body around you, cheek-to-cheek with his chin over your shoulder. He’s so shamelessly touchy. It gets to a point where he likes when you scold him with a pat. Hitting his sturdy bicep when he tugs the neckline of your dress to him for a peek at your tits, and all he does is growl at you playfully, like you’re asking for it later.

To be honest, you are. Yet, Bruce won’t get it to you. He dangles it over your head in public, but alone he makes up some excuse and calls his butler to drive you home.

One time when you’ve been invited to the Manor, it was so you could get ready and drive to a gala with Bruce. Arriving together is a big statement, and you’re excited, but in a much realer sense there’s a tickle of dread in your stomach. Bruce told you to make yourself comfortable and wait for him, he’s terribly sorry that he has to attend to something first and if he’d had it his way a lady wouldn’t wait on a gentleman. You’ve already fantasized this might be it, he’s finally going to ask you. Sitting on this chaise in front of a fire you clench your legs together at the reminder. Perhaps he’s getting ready so he’ll finally sleep with you. Briefly, you imagine what the paparazzi would bark at you if you arrived to the gala with sex hair. It brings a smile to your face.

Just in case, you had outfitted yourself with a tasteful nightgown underneath your clothes, and you decide now is the time to enact it. Shimmying off your garments, you then arrange yourself seductively on the chaise. Bruce’ll be here any minute, and he always acts so insatiable in public. Maybe if you surprise him, he won’t be able to steel himself. Your fingers play with the hem, already short but your ride it up even more, and trace circles onto your bare hip. You’ve felt his hands on your hips when you wore a stringy little bikini for him on his yacht, and those callused hands had pulled you right down on his lap to stick his tongue in your mouth. You can still taste it, closing your eyes to revisualize it. He was so big underneath you—

“… and this is a one time thing, understand? My debt is paid.”

“Don’t worry, birdboy, I won’t tell your old man—“

Voices come into focus, alerting you as the door opens and not one but two people come in. Two people you do not recognize. Without thinking it through, you stand to conceal your seductive pose meant for someone else, and everything else slips your mind.

Two men. Boyish. Both with black hair that’s grown out, and one of them with a white stripe sprouting from the front of his hairline.

“Oh,” DICK GRAYSON says. He’s no stranger to walking in on something he shouldn’t see. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Nice outfit.” JASON TODD adds, and you can tell he’s making fun of you. Your cheeks grow red hot, and you scramble for something to cover yourself up. A thin throw blanket folded over the back of the chaise is hastily straightened out to cover yourself.

Wary he might cause you grief, Dick points to a bookshelf behind you. “We just have to… get something.” He waits for something, and you realize he wants you to reply. You nod, hoping to just end this as soon as possible.

The blanket covers most, but a lot of your thigh is exposed. You try to turn with them as you they pass you, but Jason cranes his neck to catch a glance of your ass. The undersides of it hang out of your tiny nightgown. An indignant crease in your brow forms, and you make an obvious move to yank the blanket over your ass, turning it away from him. Dick keeps going, Jason hangs behind. “What’re you doing here, missy? You look a little young.” Condescension. The last thing you need right now is a conversation.

“Yeah, are you looking for someone?” Dick asks over his shoulder, more polite than his companion as he searches the spines of books with a finger.

You hesitate to say anything, you don’t know these people. “I’m waiting on someone.” A tremble shivers through you, the back of you cold from being away from the fire, and your nerves didn’t help.

“You’re not a hooker, are you?” Jason’s blunt nature shines through in his question, not that he’s intrigued or judgmental, just curious.

Your first instinct is to be offended he’d say something like that to a lady, frowning at him with a scoff. “What? No! And—!” It dawns on you that you shouldn’t put down sex work, you’re overreacting. So you wiggle your shoulders and stick your nose in the air, prissing up your attitude. “It wouldn’t matter if I was.” you say, quieter this time.

“Sure, it does. I’ve got cash on me.” Jason replies, only to get that cute offended look back on your face.

“Jason, shut up. She doesn’t know you’re trying to get under her skin.” Dick plucks out the book, and flips through it. He joins you and Jason, and you take a wary step back. He doesn’t notice, snapping the book shut and handing it off to Jason. Those blue eyes are back on you again, and you swear you see him give you a quick once-over. “Whoever you’re waiting on is a lucky guy.” he says, and by his tone you’re unsure if it’s a genuine flirt. When he smiles, dimples define, and for a brief second you’re weak in the knees.

A third voice pipes up, deeper than them both. “She’s with me.” Bruce says, walking in as he adjusts his cuff links. “Jason, always a pleasure to find you sneaking around my house.”

[arminsumi]

♡ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫

It's the end of a hot summer's day. Gojo's students are practicing on the training grounds as he watches over them. Among the group is you, Megumi's senior by one year, who he crushes on like crazy.

"Is he just... thumbing through his socials?" Megumi asks incredulously.

"Why do you look disappointed? You can take this opportunity to stare at her without getting your ass whooped." Yuji teases.

"What the hell are you on about?" Megumi scowls at his friend.

"Acting dumb won't win girls." Yuji says matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, you would know." Megumi bites.

"Ow." Yuji clutches his chest, "Puppy's got a bite..."

"Don't call me puppy."

"What's up, puppy?"

"Nobara, no."

Nobara shares a braincell with Yuji on thinking that Megumi behaves like a puppy towards you. But Yuji thinks he could shoot his shot, meanwhile Nobara...

"Nah, she's too cool for you." Nobara says.

"What the hell!" Megumi looks at both of them like they're crazy. "Stop talking shit... I don't even have a thing for her, you crazy bastards are making this up." he spoke quickly, face reddening and voice going hoarse as he got overly defensive.

"Okay, puppy." Nobara teases. "Whatever you say. We can see you're getting all defensive..."

Megumi gets even more defensive, defending himself about being defensive. It makes Yuji and Nobara laugh. They're taunting the poor boy a bit.

"... can you two shut up and get back to practice... I don't want to get chewed out again." Megumi glares.

So they get back to practice, but giggle through it. Megumi looks over at you and watches you practicing. Maybe he watches a little too intently, because he zones out.

"MEGUMI. EYES OFF GIRL. FOCUS ON SPARRING. 🫡" Gojo yells from across the field.

"... WHAT?!" Megumi shouts in embarrassment, cringing.

You look over. Megumi makes very awkward eye contact with you and cringes even more. He's going completely red in the face. Yuji and Nobara cave in with laughter. You just seem totally confused.

Gojo knows what he's done. He worsens the situation, holding back his laughter.

He cups his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice, and shouts across the field, "YOU CAN ASK HER OUT AFTER PRACTICE. 👍"

"I'M LEAVING."

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