#one thrill ride leads to another

[jrob64]

One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - Epilogue (Home for Christmas) NOW a complete story!

This roller coaster of a story is coming to an end and I hope you enjoy one last exciting ride before it does. Massive thanks to @hookedmom and @kmomof4 for all their help, and once again, happy birthday to @snowbellewells, for whom this story was written. What I thought would be a one-shot ended up being 6 chapters, so now your birthday is covered for the next 6 years! 

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster.

Rating: M (for smut in chapters 4 & 5)

Words (Epilogue): 2324

Total words: 42,150

Complete story on Tumblr: Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5

Also on ffn and Ao3

And now, please remain seated and wait until the coaster comes to a complete stop before unbuckling your safety belt! Enjoy the rest of the ride!

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“Maybe we should’ve gotten a smaller tree,” Emma puffed, pausing to catch her breath on the third landing of her apartment building.

“There’s no going back now,” Killian reminded her. “It’s the first live tree for both of us and we searched for it for hours. This one is perfect.”

“You’re right. Okay, one more flight of stairs. We can do this!” She hoisted her end of the tree off the floor and trudged up the steps.

After they made it to her apartment, she unlocked the door and the two of them wrestled the tree and themselves through. Killian kicked the door closed behind them, then they both collapsed onto the sofa.

“I love that you found a place for us to cut down our own tree,” Emma said, laying her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“And I love you,” he replied, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead, while he took her hand and wove their fingers together.

“Mmm, I love you, too.”

Nearly five months after their chance meeting in Florida, the couple was getting ready to celebrate their first Christmas together, and Killian was determined to make it the best one of Emma’s life. After hearing her stories of past holidays in foster care which left lasting emotional scars, he wanted to fill this Christmas with so much love and joy, she could finally leave those sad memories behind.

They rested for a few more minutes before getting the tree set up, trimming some branches, and filling the tree stand with water. Emma brought out the shopping bags full of lights and garland they purchased the previous weekend. They unpacked them and proceeded to work together to string them on the tree, while listening to a Christmas playlist Killian had on his phone.

“Why don’t we make hot cocoa and eat some cookies before we start putting the ornaments on, Love?” They had baked gingerbread cookies earlier in the day and the sweet smell of them still permeated the apartment.

“Sure. Do you want me to text Ruby and ask her and Graham to come over?”

The two couples were very considerate of each other’s privacy and usually took turns staying at either one of the apartments, but they also liked to spend some evenings together. Sometimes Liam and Belle or David and Mary Margaret joined them, but with M’s being in her last trimester of pregnancy, the times with that couple were becoming more limited.

“Uh, would you mind if…if we didn’t invite them?” Killian asked.

Emma studied him and noticed he wasn’t quite meeting her eyes. “Is something wrong?” she asked, reaching over to take his hand.

“No,” he hurried to assure her. “I just…sort of wanted it…to be only the two of us tonight. Graham and Ruby already put the little artificial tree up at the other place and, well, I thought maybe…”

“This one can be ours to decorate,” she finished his thought. “I like that idea. Maybe after we’re finished, we can watch a Christmas movie.”

He smiled warmly. “Sounds wonderful. Let’s get the hot chocolate made, shall we? I’m eager to try those cookies, since you wouldn’t let me sample any while we were making them,” he affectionately groused.

“But that would have spoiled the effect of eating them while we decorate the tree,” she pouted.

He kissed her on the tip of the nose. “You’re too damn cute, Swan. You know I can never say no to you.”

“Yes, I do,” she said smugly.

Emma insisted they make the beverage the old-fashioned way. Killian heated milk in a pan on the stove, while she mixed cocoa, sugar and salt together in a bowl, then slowly added it to the milk while he whisked the mixture until it was smooth. When it was heated through, he poured it into matching Santa mugs, topped them with whipped cream and added a dash of cinnamon to each one. She placed several cookies on a snowflake-shaped plate and they carried everything into the living room.

“I know I’m probably going overboard with all the Christmas stuff, but…” Emma started, once they were settled.

“Nonsense, Sweetheart,” he shushed her. “Now is the perfect time to start our own traditions.”

As they sipped their hot cocoa and nibbled the gingerbread, Emma let her mind wander to the previous December. Mary Margaret was still living in the apartment and insisted they decorate, but memories of past Christmases kept Emma from truly enjoying the spirit of the season.

She couldn’t believe her life could be so different in a year’s time. One fateful day in July changed everything, and she couldn’t help but wonder what their lives would be like by this time next year.

“Penny for your thoughts, Love,” Killian said softly, noticing her faraway look.

She gave her head a little shake. “I was just thinking about how different this Christmas is going to be from every other one.”

“Different in a good way, I hope.”

Leaning in to kiss him, she whispered against his lips, “In the best way. I’ll be spending it with the love of my life.”

He set his mug on the end table and took hers to do the same, then pulled her into his lap. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he asked, nuzzling into her neck.

“It was because of your sunglasses,” she said, tilting her head to encourage his caresses.

Killian pulled back with a bewildered look on his face. “My sunglasses?”

She giggled. “Yeah. When you saw I still had my phone that day at the Velocicoaster, you looked at me over the top of your sunglasses and I was a goner. It was incredibly sexy.”

“You never told me that.”

Feathering her fingers through the hair above his temples, she said, “It’s quite possible I began to fall in love with you at that very moment.”

“And yet you thought I could be a serial killer?” he asked with a smirk.

“I was just being cautious. Do you blame me?”

He tugged her closer and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Not at all. Some idiot takes your phone and puts his number in, then sneaks a look at your information? I’m lucky you didn’t try to have me fired…or arrested.”

“Well, giving you a chance turned out pretty good for me.”

He brushed her hair away from her throat so he could trail kisses along it. “Even better for me.”

As he continued to leave a path of pleasurable heat with his lips, she murmured, “Don’t you want to decorate the tree?”

“Aye, Love. I guess I can wait until later to unwrap my gift,” he sighed theatrically.

She rolled her eyes. “You are so corny.”

“I’m sorry - did you say ‘corny’ or ‘horny’, because I’m definitely the latter.”

“Omigod,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me and can’t live without me,” he grinned.

She dropped her hands and looked at him, her playful expression replaced by a serious one. “You know that’s true, don’t you? I can’t imagine my life without you.”

He framed her face with his hands. “Then don’t, because I’m not going anywhere, Emma. You’re it for me.”

Emma felt tears prick her eyes at his declaration. The months they had been together were by far the best of her entire life, and hearing that she could look forward to a lifetime more with him made her a bit emotional.

Killian saw the lights from the tree reflected in her glittering tears and smiled softly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“And you’re too good to be true,” she replied in a slightly choked voice.

Leaning in, he captured her lips for a sweet, lingering kiss. “You taste like chocolate and gingerbread,” he said, resting his forehead against hers and licking his lips.

“So do you,” she laughed. “Speaking of which, our hot chocolate is getting cold.”

He sat back, chuckling. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” He picked up both mugs and handed one to her. “I can’t remember whose is whose.”

“We just swapped spit, so I don’t think it really matters,” she smirked before taking a sip.

“Sometimes you sound a lot like Ruby, you know that?”

“God forbid,” she muttered.

While finishing their cookies and hot cocoa, they discussed movie choices, finally settling on The Muppet Christmas Carol. Emma took care of washing the mugs and cookie plate, while Killian carried the plastic tub of ornaments out of her bedroom.

She joined him in the living room and lifted a box of red satin Christmas balls out of the tub. “I know we bought some ornaments last weekend, but the tree is still gonna look pretty bare,”

“We’ll keep adding more each year,” he assured her, attaching a hook to one of the baubles and completely missing the fond look she sent his way because of the nonchalant way he spoke of their future.

She watched him place the ornament on the tree, humming “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” as he did. Home. That was the main reason this holiday season was going to be different this year. Her heart had found a home with him.

They hung all the satin ornaments on the tree and Killian placed the angel at the top, before unboxing the ones she bought in the Disney Christmas store. “I put these away as soon as I got home from vacation,” she said, smiling down at the Beauty and the Beast ornament in her hand. “Do you remember helping me pick them out?”

“Aye, it was a fun day. I recall wondering if I would be fortunate enough to be in contact with you by Christmas.”

She stepped into his arms and looped hers around his neck, stretching up on her toes to share a kiss with him. “And now look at us,” she said quietly, “not only in contact with each other, but in a committed relationship.” After briefly pressing her lips to his again, she turned to hang the ornament on a branch at the front of the tree,

Killian put a hook on the little figures of Mickey and Minnie Mouse and handed it to her. “It’s better than I even imagined. I had no idea you lived in Boston at that time. It all worked out perfectly.”

“Yeah, it did.” She stepped back and looked at the tree. “I’m gonna put the Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder one right here,” she said, pointing to an empty branch near the top.

He knelt in front of the plastic tub and found the one she wanted. “Do you have a spot picked out for the Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse statue, Love?”

“There’s a bare spot down there.” After hanging both of the ornaments he gave her, she appraised the tree with her hands on her hips. “I think it looks good, don’t you?”

He continued to kneel on the floor, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I think it needs something there,” he said, gesturing toward the center of the tree.

She threw up her hands. “Well, we’re all out of ornaments, so what do you suggest?”

“How about this one?” he asked, holding up a round ceramic box with a sun painted on top.

Emma turned to see what he meant and gasped. “The Tangled music box! You went back and bought it?”

“I saw how much you wanted it that day and I knew you had to have it.”

“But it was so expensive, Killian! You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to.” He pushed it toward her and she carefully took it, immediately winding the little key on the bottom. When she opened the lid to hear it play “I See the Light'', she nearly dropped it in shock. Nestled inside was a beautiful, sparkling ring. Her eyes shot up to see Killian on one knee, a nervous but hopeful look on his face.

“Emma, ever since I laid eyes on you, you’ve taken my breath away and made my heart beat faster than any roller coaster ever could. My life with you has been a wild and thrilling ride so far, and I never want it to end. Will you make sure it never does and marry me?”

With shaking fingers, she reached into the music box and removed the ring from inside. Her gaze shifted from the gorgeous pear-shaped diamond, atop a twisted gold and diamond encrusted band, to her boyfriend, who was anxiously awaiting her response. Words escaped her, as tears filled her eyes and she slowly nodded, still stunned by his proposal.

“Does that…are you saying…yes?” he managed to ask, his throat constricting with emotion.

“Y-yes!” she cried, dropping to her knees and flinging her arms around his neck.

He held her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder, feeling his own happiness bubbling up inside his chest. When she finally took a deep, shuddering breath, he loosened his grip around her and pulled back, looking into her tear-stained face. “Are you alright, Love?” he asked, tenderly brushing aside strands of her hair.

“Yeah,” she hiccuped, “I just…I…I love you so much and I’m so happy!”

His dimple flashed as he beamed. “I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

She dropped her arms and opened her right hand, allowing Killian to take the ring she’d been clasping. He lifted her left hand, looked up at her from under his eyelashes and, at her encouraging smile, slid it onto her finger, kissing the knuckle above it once it was in place.

The kiss they shared afterwards conveyed all the hope they had for their future - an exciting ride that would most assuredly include highs, lows, curves, twists and loops, promising them the greatest adventure of their lives.

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Emma’s engagement ring - from the Enchanted Disney Fine Jewelry Collection inspired by Rapunzel. Thanks to @kmomof4 for finding it! This picture also includes the diamond wedding band. 

Thank you so much for coming along for the ride! 

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[little-diable]

Lightning - Tyler Owens (smut)

I mean, we all knew this would happen. I haven’t seen the movie yet, but I am DESPERATE for him. And as somebody who actually has something to do with studying tornadoes, I had to write this. I am obsessed with this fic, but I doubt this will get much attention, so please actually reblog it if you enjoyed reading it! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tyler and the reader are chasing tornadoes together, but when they have to step back and find shelter, things quickly change between them.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, handjob, kinda enemies to lovers, teasing and all that fun stuff

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3k words)

Wind was blowing in her face, letting her strands dance in the air while her eyes flickered between her laptop screen and the dark sky. She was surrounded by her team, trying to ignore their shouts as they decided which direction to head in. (Y/n) was torn between too many options, not liking the way this afternoon was playing out. 

It was do or die, miss or hit one of the biggest tornadoes they had come across in a while. And yet the second cell that was currently forming gave off a somewhat more promising chance of catching enough data this time around. 

“Which way will it be, lightning?” Her breath hitched in her chest as he mumbled the words, front pressed against her back. The hairs on her arms began to rise, fully focused on his closeness, allowing her to pick up on the scent of his familiar cologne, on the way his breath fanned over the back of her neck as if he was about to kiss that very spot.

“Am I dreaming? Is Tyler Owens asking for my opinion?” She slowly turned towards the handsome man. Her eyes instantly found his piercing ones, getting lost in their intense gaze while he shot her one of his signature smirks. Fuck, if he weren’t such an asshole most of the time, she would easily give in to the pull she felt, allowing him to tug her towards his bed without having to fear about the aftermath. But if there was one thing (y/n) was sure of, it was that Tyler Owens was all about playing games, toying with a woman until he eventually grew bored. He was a personification of a thunderstorm, fast moving and never ready to settle.

“Don’t let it get to your head, pretty.” She clicked her tongue with a displeased expression tugging on her features. There was no time left to study him, to curse whoever had created him for making him look this handsome. They had to stay focused, at least until she got the data she needed for her project. 

“Alright, we’re heading east.” (Y/n) closed her laptop before reaching for her bag–the bag that was snatched from her grasp before she could protest. Tyler had slung it over his shoulder while tilting his head towards his truck, silently asking her to ride with him. 

On any other occasion she would have cursed him, would have told him to fuck off. But today, while being heavily understaffed, she needed any help she could get. And knowing that Tyler drove like the devil himself, she knew she had the best chance of arriving just in time with him by her side. 

His smirk grew wider the second she gave in, begrudgingly following Tyler while her eyes found the confused ones of her teammates. She only rolled her eyes at them, raising her shoulders and dropping them again as if she was wordlessly telling them that she was just as confused as they were, not seeing through Tyler’s game just yet. 

Silence filled the truck, only a few commands left (y/n) whenever they needed to make a turn, chasing down the roads to catch up with the growing cell. All while the others followed behind them, too slow to catch up with Tyler’s truck. Her heart was pounding in her chest, riled up by the anticipation of chasing another storm – no matter how many times she had done this before, (y/n) would never get used to the thrill, the moments leading up to seeing yet another beautiful though terrifying tornado. 

“You alright, pretty?” She’d never get used to the way Tyler called her, dripping with that drawl she loved more than she’d ever admit. (Y/n) didn’t look at him, fully focused on her laptop to monitor the path their tornado took. No word left her pressed together lips, trying to drown out the feeling of his concerned eyes flickering towards her every few seconds. 

“(Y/n)?” The use of her name ripped (y/n) out of her trance, letting her wide pupils find his. She only nodded at Tyler, knowing she couldn’t waste any time on the crush she could never speak of, preferring to take her secret to the grave rather than feeding his ego–only to end up with a broken heart in the process. 

“Guys, can you hear me?” She held the radio close, speaking to the others while refocusing on the map. All they could hear was rustling, unable to pick up on the reply that was spoken on the other end. Curses clawed through (y/n), she tried to reach their teams again, while swallowing the sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. No longer could she see them in the rearview mirror, telling her that they hadn’t made it down the narrow path Tyler had taken.

The road ahead was muddy, forcing the truck to slither along while Tyler tried to avoid holes and ditches. With one hand clutching the door, (y/n) tried to hold still, not daring to bump into Tyler whose angry cusses filled the truck. Both had their eyes focused ahead, knowing that this had been the wrong choice, the wrong tornado to chase. They were heading straight towards their death if they kept going that way, knowing that without their team by their side, they wouldn’t be able to collect enough data anyway. 

“I hate being the one to say it, but we gotta find shelter, lightning.” Tyler’s annoyed groans left her nodding, giving him the green light to take a sharp left to turn towards the town close by. With the slimmest chance to find proper shelter, Tyler kept speeding along, seemingly having a spot in mind. (Y/n) was angry, at herself, at the road conditions, knowing that this situation should have played out much differently. And all she could do was trust the man she had always tried to hate.

“Come, follow me.” The truck was forced to a sudden halt. (Y/n) followed Tyler outside, holding onto her things while he reached for her free hand to pull her along. He guided her towards what appeared to be a barn, a building she paid no attention to as she studied the tornado, getting lost in its beauty for a second. “They built an underground shelter here a few years back, if we’re lucky nobody else had the time to find it.”

Tyler pushed her into the unlocked barn, letting the doors slide close again before he led her down some stairs. She didn’t dare speak, torn between too many emotions. All (y/n) could do was let go of a sigh while being ushered into the empty, dark shelter. It took her a while to adjust to the darkness, letting her hands move along the metallic wall until she found what appeared to be a light switch. She gave it a try, though without any luck, letting herself drop to the ground while Tyler stayed glued to his spot. 

If both hadn’t been too deep in thought, they would have realised that this was the first time they were sheltering together, completely alone without any nosy eyes watching them or listening to their talks. 

“We should have gone west, I’m sorry.” Her whispers filled the small shelter, luring Tyler closer who plopped down next to her. He fumbled with his phone to turn on the fleshlight, letting it rest on the ground to alight their surroundings. A few boxes were placed against the wall, filled with water and some snacks they hopefully wouldn’t have to use, praying that they’d get out of here fast enough to chase their luck once again. 

“There’s always time for another try, pretty.” Tyler reached for her hand to squeeze it before he could stop himself, forcing her eyes to focus on the spot where she now felt a buzzing sensation. She let her head roll towards Tyler, studying the white hat he took off with his free hand, placing it down on the ground, only to comb through his hair. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you without that thing on.” (Y/n)’s whispers left him chuckling, a sound that momentarily managed to drown out the roar of the tornado. The howling was an almost comforting sound to them, after years of chasing them, well aware of every little detail. 

“Well, you’re one of the few who gets the honour, appreciate it.” She rolled her eyes at him before ripping her gaze off of him. Heat flushed through her at his teasing, a heat that only grew more biting as she realised that they were still holding hands. Her tongue moved along her dry lips, trying to find the right words to break their silence, silently hoping that she could cherish every single second of their time together. As much as she had once sworn to hate him while burying her crush deep inside of herself, she had lost all strength to fight against it, at least for now.

“Why have we never done this before?” Tyler seemed to feel the same longing, drawing her focus back towards him with his question. His eyes had an even more piercing touch to them now, having an invisible tight grasp on her soul she didn’t want to escape from. 

“Because you’re an asshole most of the time and I can’t stand being around you for long.” (Y/n)’s sharp reply left him laughing, a loud sound that had an addicting effect on her, leaving her chuckling while shaking her head at the man. 

“You wound me, lightning. Here I was hoping you’d finally let me take you out on a date, once this day’s over.” No longer did she laugh, the sound was stuck in her throat all too suddenly.

Did he truly mean it? Was he planning on asking her out? Or was Tyler playing yet another game with her? 

“Don’t fuck with me, Owens.” His hand darted out to grasp her chin, forcing her to keep her focus on him before she could even try to turn away from him. For just a second, she watched his gaze flicker between her eyes and her slightly parted lips. Once again her heart was back to racing, no longer focused on the howling wind, the sounds of things crashing outside, but fully and solemnly focused on Tyler. 

“Are you scared of this thing between us?” Once again, his question managed to rob her of the air filling her lungs, not expecting him to be this direct with her. A part of (y/n) begged her to cuss him out, to make fun of the question, to escape the avalanche that was about to roll upon them, but the bigger - more desperate - part of her, managed to gain the upper hand, leading her straight towards danger.

“Well, even though you enjoy riding your fears, I prefer to face ‘em. I’m not scared, not of this, whatever this is. But I’m fucking terrified of you toying with me and dropping me the second I’m no longer interesting enough.” He let go of her, only to pull her into his lap, making her straddle his stretched out legs. They held eye contact, wordlessly daring one another to move first, to give in to the pull that was as strong as an F5 they’d happily chase on any other day. 

“I’d be fucking stupid to mess it up with you.” She felt his breath on her lips, ghosting over her soft skin like he was giving her one last chance to pull away. A chance she wouldn’t take, letting it pass while finding his lips for a soft kiss that escalated within seconds. With his hand pressed to the back of her head and his other placed on her waist, Tyler held her to him while deepening the kiss.

Their tongues fought for victory, knowing that neither of them would back down from a fight against the other, urged on by their need to gain the upper hand. Soft groans and moans left them while their bodies searched one another’s closeness, knowing that this was something they wouldn’t tell others about, preferring to keep this as their secret. 

Her hands roamed his clothed chest, feeling his muscles beneath her wandering fingers while finding her way to his belt. She toyed with the buckle for a moment while her lips were still glued to his, knowing they’d have to part any moment now to inhale some much needed breaths of air. 

“You sure you want to do this in here, lightning?” His chuckles left her grinning, while holding onto the question she had wanted to ask for a while now. 

“Why lightning?” A kiss was shared between them, much softer than the one before. Her hand was still toying with his belt, slowly undoing the buckle to wordlessly tell him she wanted this much as he did, even though they knew that it was stupid and selfish of them to hide out here while their teams were undoubtedly worrying about them. 

“Well, the first time I saw you, you struck me like lightning, brightening my darkest day.” The explanation was cheesy, and yet it still drew heat up her neck. She could only swallow, smile at him and refocus on her hands. Tyler let her move, freeing his hardening cock while his impatient hands tugged on the buttons of her blouse, letting it pop open to expose her bra-clad chest. 

“Fuck, you’re a dream.” Her eyes flickered up to his while she spat into her palm, using her saliva to lube him up. Tyler couldn’t stop his moans from clawing through him, fully focused on the way he perfectly fit into her hand, pressed against the soft skin he wanted to feel against every inch of his body. His head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed and lips parted – offering a sight that made her walls clench around nothing, proud for being the one to make him feel like that. 

Her hand added more speed to its movements, squeezing him with just enough pressure to draw another raspy moan from Tyler. He allowed himself to relish in her touch for another moment before he gently though urgently grasped her wrist to stop her from moving. 

“Will you ride me, lightning?” His accent grew thicker with every syllable, leaving her shuddering while only a soft chuckle managed to leave her. She rose to her feet to shuffle out of her jeans, keeping her eyes focused on Tyler who marvelled at her as if she was the strongest tornado he had ever been fortunate enough to see, fully mesmerised by everything about her. She kept her panties on while finding her way back to his lap, knowing that they needed to hit the road soon, not giving them a chance to do this properly. 

“Wait, here.” He reached for his back pocket to pull a condom out of his wallet, letting her rip it open to roll it down his aching cock. Both their hearts were beating in sync, knowing that they were finally about to do something they had been desperate for ever since running into one another for the first time. No matter how much anger and hatred had once grown between them, it was now turning them from opponents to lovers–or whatever it was both were trying to adjust to. 

Tyler held onto her as she sank down on him, letting her forehead fall against his shoulder for a second. No words were spoken while they had to adjust, overwhelmed by the new sensation and the whirlwind of emotions buzzing through them like a storm hitting them both. With her hands holding onto him, clinging to the fabric of the shirt he wore, she began to move, fucking herself on his twitching cock with such a passion, Tyler feared he may never want to get out of this shelter again. 

“Tyler,” his name left her, a breathy whisper he almost missed, too far gone to focus on anything but their closeness. He palmed her ass, letting his fingertips dig into her skin to leave marks that would remind her of this very moment for days to come. His hips met hers, jerking upwards to make his cock disappear inside of her even deeper, drawing desperate moans from them which dripped with a need for more. 

“Attagirl, look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like you were born for this.” She moaned at his words, knowing that her thighs would start aching soon enough, begging for a new position to give herself the needed push to fall over the edge. “What? You’re already getting tired? I should have fucked you in my truck, make you scream my name while the world’s ending around us.” 

He pushed her off of him without a warning, leaving her dazed and confused for a second while watching him rise to his feet. With a hand stretched out for (y/n) to take, he pulled her up towards him–only to pick her up and press her against the wall. His cock was pushed back into her, stretching her walls while he fucked her with a fast pace that made both of them see stars. 

(Y/n) clawed at his neck, needing to hold onto him while he fucked her closer and closer to the edge. A cocky grin widened on his lips as he felt her walls tightening their grip on his cock. She was close, would let go soon with his name burning on the tip of her tongue, a perfect reminder that she was his from today on, glued to the man who she had once sworn to hate. 

“Scream my name, lightning, show them what a real thunderstorm sounds like.” If he weren’t buried deep inside of her, she would have rolled her eyes at him. But (y/n) was too far gone to care about his cheesy teasing, solemnly focused on her arising high and the name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.

And then she came, pushed into an orgasm so strong, (y/n) feared she’d never experience something like this again. It buzzed through every part of her body, stealing her breath as if she was drowning, forcing her heart to skip beats as if she was chased by someone or rather something. Tyler kept fucking her against the wall, urged on by her moans, the sounds he’d never forget again. 

Pants kept leaving him while chasing his own high, letting his skin meet hers with every ferocious thrust. And with one last “Fuck” Tyler came, relieving himself into the condom as his smirk returned to his lips. Both were heavily breathing, clinging to the other while coming down from their highs.

“I don’t know if I can walk back to the truck.” Carefully, he placed (y/n) back down on her feet, shaking his head at her with a soft smile thrown her way. Tyler pressed another kiss to her slightly swollen lips before both redressed, knowing that they had to get out of here and back to their team as fast as possible. 

“You know I’ll gladly carry you, lightning. I always will, if you let me.”

[pennjammin]

PONYTAIL.

JJK HALLOWEEN! gojoxreader

SUMMARY ❥ you have a huge, embarrassing crush on the star of the jockey team on campus. you thought you’d kept it low key, ‘till he approaches you at a halloween party, and shows you that the mechanical bull isn’t the only thing you can ride.

CONTENT ❥ collegestudent!gojo, smut, unprotected, slight breeding kink mention, college!au, athlete!reader, afab!reader, athlete!gojo, drug/alcohol use, spit kink, switch!gojo, switch!reader, masochism, sadism, aftercare, car sex.

song inspo: can’t get enough - j. cole

WC: [8.1K] MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Crisp fall air brings out the gooseflesh among your skin; hair that's not there trying to rise at the thrill of tonight's festivities. The sidewalks are packed to the brim of frat boys, sorority sisters, general slackers and... even an alumni or two. So many people to choose from, you think.

Everyone’s in costume; faces concealed by masks, clouds of smoke mixing with the breeze, and overstimulating noises from animatronics. The holidays were here. You should be trying to find a relationship, to cuddle you through the cold, but right now you just want to bone.

"Where do we even start?" you hear your friend ask from behind you, as your whole group walks - stumbles, more like - down the middle of a road that has been closed to through traffic.

"Whatever house has the most fine men standing outside," your other friend answers with a grin.

You agree, because you had already shot down a fair amount of Don Julio - and the heat of the drink had travelled straight to your core, a small throb arising in your cunt the more you glance around and see the variations of muscles poking out from underneath masked strangers’ costumes. You’d easily find the satisfaction to your hunger, but you’re impatient.

You hum longingly as your eyes fixate on a crowd outside of a large house, painted black. There’s fog rolling over the lawn, but that’s not what draws you in; it’s the group of men deep into a drinking game out front.

Without warning your friends, you beeline over. You wonder if any of them are as needy as you feel right now. The liquor alone could not justify the painful feeling of heat all throughout your nerves; it was mostly your hormones. Pathetic, you tell yourself, so incredibly ready to sit down on someone’s cock.

As your friends follow you down the pathway to the large house, you feel several pairs of eyes stick to you like bologna on hot asphalt. That's right; you and your girls are just pieces of meat dangling in front of a den of lions.

You're not surprised, though, because you’re in a brown leather brazier, accentuated by puffy white sleeves that hang off your shoulders, tucked into a skirt. You have a whip on your hip, and your boots are up to your fishnet-covered knees - one of which leads to the garter holding a toy gun against your thick thigh; to add, it shoots out a little pow flag when you pull the trigger.

And it's clearly mesmerizing in the way that you wear it well, walking right into the party with your liquid confidence through the roof, aware of one of your friends falling behind to entertain someone who had called out to her.

Once inside the belly of the beast, you're farther away from the center of attention; it seems that everyone on campus had read your mind about picking this particular house to step into. It made sense; the house was huge outside, but even bigger within.

The room is littered with men and women alike; most sloppily grinding on one another on the edges of the room, others filling their noses with bad things, but above all: you notice there are cheers coming from somewhere in the center.

You realize why as you part through the crowd, dusting your friends to see what the excitement is. And when you see it, you feel yourself grow both confused and aroused.

There, under a bright red spotlight, is an entire brown and white mechanical bull. Somehow, it had fit into this massive room, and there’s still plenty of room leftover for the influx of students. You're as impressed as the rest of the group, who watch as an ebony-haired man lacking a costume walks around to check the plugs on the bull, and bleakly instructs everyone to take several steps back.

Bass had been booming under your feet, competing with the sound of blood rushing through your ears, but it’s slowly fading away now; a voice travels over the remaining bustling.

Everyone seems to freeze as out from the crowd walks a tall, lean individual with powdery skin. He's wearing something similar to you: a black button-down shirt, leather pants, and brown boots, but most importantly - you feel your breath hitch when your eyes land on the delicious black Stetson that rests atop his contrasted snowy locks.

You feel mixed things blossoming in your chest: unease, desire, and… embarrassment.

You’ve been completely obsessed with the boy in the Stetson for months. Satoru, ‘Toru, and Gojo all being the names he answered to. You’d hopelessly pined over this Satoru, each time noting in your mind just how attractive you find him. He’s on the jockey team; you always see him in a tight, white riding suit with his helmet perched against his hip. You’re the soccer team captain, so you share a field for practice, and, well… Satoru doesn’t make it any easier for you to lock in while you train.

Your friends had noticed your infatuation and would giggle about him to you, saying how you looked like a cockdrunk puppy when he would kick himself on top of the horses - all of the muscles in his legs and arms moving underneath the skin you desperately wanted to crawl into.

He managed to pour gasoline directly onto your fire the first time he’d bumped into you on your way to the locker rooms.

“Careful, ponytail,” he’d said, a smug wink fluttering from his eye.

Then it happened again. And again. Each time you bumped into one another, he barely said two words to you, never seeming to truly notice you or take you in. This didn’t stop you from wearing your hair in a ponytail every single time, though.

He would likely not even recognize you now, given your costume and heavy finesse of makeup, a striking contrast to the sweat sticking your hair to your forehead and your muddy soccer jersey every time he’d seen you in the past. But you knew you recognized him, given the way your body was already responding to his presence.

"Alright now, y’all can't all be this shy," Satoru’s horrible attempt at a country accent booms into the crowd, gesturing wildly to the mechanical animal. "Anyone wanna be the guinea pig? Someone's gotta. I'm definitely not doing it."

A bit of laughter erupts but yet, the crowd remains still. You notice people trying to egg their friends on to test it out, but no one is either drunk or brave enough yet. Satoru continues to glare around the room, walking slowly as the spurs on his boots clack against the hardwood floor, as if he is genuinely a westerner interrogating everyone.

You suddenly feel a gush of pressure hit your back, and four hands send you lurching forward, causing you to accidentally step out beyond the crowd and into the center of the room with the snow-haired man. You exclaim loudly and your friends cheer, which prompts him to turn and look at the commotion.

"Well," Satoru’s velvety voice says, lowering his eyelids into a heated squint. "Seems we have a winner."

His lips disappear as they tuck in to wet themselves, and when they pop back out they are glistening under the red light. Though you cannot see his eyes under the harsh lighting, you can feel them, as well as the heat traveling up through your belly. You wonder then if he might possibly be remembering you.

No way, you tell yourself.

You attempt to turn and look at your friends, who are no doubt giggling endlessly at their little prank, but your head hardly cocks to the side when your hand is being grabbed by a larger, warm one.

You instantly look in the direction of it, your eyes traveling up your arm in disbelief, only to find Satoru is smirking at you.

"N-No, this was a mistake," you try to argue, but he is already gently coursing you towards his body, and your legs feel like jelly as you mindlessly obey like a little doll.

"Don't be afraid," he murmurs to you, hypnotizing you with his voice as he walks backwards, guiding you right to the steps that will allow you to get onto the bull. "You look like..." he pauses, cocking his head to the side and your heart drops, "you'd know how to hang on, no? You've got those strong legs."

You let out a breath. He still doesn’t recognize you. But you know he is referring to your thighs, which are on the larger side from all of the exercise you do for soccer. He's right, you do have the strength to keep yourself on the bull, but whether you want to do it in front of everyone remains to be seen.

"My friends pushed me forward," you blurt out, "I-I really… don't think I can do this."

His voice has lowered by now. It seems like he wants only you to hear him. Not that it mattered, as the crowd is still quite loud and so is the music thumping from another area of the house.

"I think you can," he responds, dipping his head forward like a proper cowboy, feeding into the twisted little costume he’s in. "My name is Satoru, but you can call me ‘Toru. What's yours, madam?"

You almost blurt that you already knew his name, but catch yourself.

"It's Y/N," you say bleakly, knowing he’s only asking to tell the crowd, not because he is interested in knowing who “ponytail” really is.

Not that he has indicated at all that he remembers you, which makes a little twinge of jealousy poke you in the heart because of the way he was looking at you. He must look at every woman like this.

"Y/N," he repeats slowly, as if memorizing the name, simultaneously gliding his piercing eyes down your body again and stopping briefly on your leg — the one with the gun strapped to it. "Give us a show, pretty girl. I think everyone is looking forward to this."

You'd reached the steps to the bull. You begin to suspect that Satoru is the “everyone” in question. You want to try and fight him more, but something about his voice, his unhindered belief in you despite being a total stranger caused you to want to prove him right.

You can do it, you can ride it and not fall off, no matter how intense the settings.

One final look at him, and you release your hand from his, realizing the two of you had been standing there holding hands this entire time. He broke away, but not before giving you another look that might as well have had fire attached to it in the way it sent searing erotica up your body. You’re disgusted at just how awfully, hopelessly, desperately in love with him you are.

The crowd had been falling more quiet as you approached the chopping block, it felt like. But now, it's returned to cheers and whooping as you get on your tip-toes and sling one leg over the side of the bull, your skirt bunching up around your hips.

You spot your friends, who have acquired more drinks; colorful green and purple ones. They lift their cups when they notice your eye contact, and make kissy-faces as encouragement. Or perhaps they’re making fun of your obvious puppy-like expression every time you so much as look at Satoru.

"Alright everyone," he announces suddenly, clapping his hands before walking around to the front of the bull and patting its headless neck. "Y/N has bravely stepped up to the plate tonight. Since you’re all too pussy.” Laughter from the crowd. “Let's see how long she can last."

He turns and looks up at you, dropping an eyelid down into a familiar wink and clicking his tongue.

An irritating piece of man, he is. He doesn’t have to be so damn gorgeous, easily distracting you as you grip onto the reigns around the bull's nonexistent neck, all the confidence draining smooth out of your mind.

You don't have time to think about it much more because of the sheer level of noise that erupts from the room; the crowd has erupted into whoops and whistles, music’s blasting around you. A good old fashioned hype party song, that has prompted the crowd to lose their mind.

The red light makes it hard to see much of anything beyond the first row of people, which is helpful for your nerves, but it also means that since Satoru is standing the closest to you and the bull, he is the only thing you can clearly see, as he presses the button to trigger the ride.

You gasp as it begins vibrating, something you had not expected to happen. The bull jerks to the side, before the rear end perks up, knocking you plain forward and winding you. Your breasts bounce upward and the crowd oo’s.

Satoru smugly continues to operate the bull, keeping it slow as he courses it to knock forward and back, forward and back. You sit back up, trying to defeat gravity, your grip still strong on the reigns. But little do you know that you’ve been out of control since you stepped on the floor. Satoru’s taking his precious time sinking his claws into you.

Your thighs dig into the side of the bull and Satoru spins you, jerking up the rear again; the force knocks your skirt up.

You gasp, wanting to let go of the rope to adjust it, but you know you’re going to fall off if you do. You've made a vow that you cannot fall in front of Satoru, no matter how far he pushes you to your limit. Besides, you figure, having your ass our in front of him wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The crowd cheers, realizing Satoru is operating the machine solely for their gaze, and not necessarily to challenge you.

But you have yet to put that puzzle piece together.

You continue innocently focusing on staying up, but make the mistake of looking at Satoru again. He's looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes, his top teeth poking out as he tugs on his bottom lip with them.

"Doin' so good," he mouths, pushing at the the controls again.

You groan a bit, the vibration of the bull suddenly feeling even more intense, though it's likely just a combination of your imagination and the tequila.

Your head falls back as the bull begins to move in a galloping motion. More cheers erupt, and a darkening gaze is shot from Satoru that you can't see with your head tilted.

The vibrations shouldn't feel this good, you think. You start to feel embarrassed at the thought of getting wetter on top of this bull, in front of all these people, but you can't help it; your eyes flutter closed as you try to focus beyond the pleasure.

Satoru is drinking up the sight like a glass of water in the middle of the night. He can see his effect working more and more on you, your thigh muscles flexing harder as you dig them deeper into the side of the bull. You must not think anyone notices, but he can. A sick fuck he was to currently be jealous of a literal robot.

You suddenly spring your eyelids apart and cry to Satoru that you have to stop. You can't handle the ecstasy creeping up on you, your embarrassment outweighing your desire to prove yourself a strong bullrider. If he keeps operating like this, you’ll cum all over the back of the bull.

Satoru looks hesitant but he ultimately stops the ride, and you take a deep breath when the vibrations come to a halt. The bull steadies and you loosen your thigh muscles.

Despite feeling like a failure, the crowd cheers anyway; you were up there for what felt like a lifetime, but realistically it hadn't been long, and you were expecting people to clown on you for not lasting. It's not like you couldn't stay up; it was more like you couldn't hold your pathetic desire to bone the cowboy at bay.

Satoru comes around and helps you down, the same routine as before with his hand in yours, only this time you're putting some weight on him as you feel yourself struggling to stand with your legs apart.

"You did so good, pretty girl," he coos, not even phased by your body weight. "Rode so well. Thighs a bit sore now I bet, hm?"

You feel your stomach knotting up at his word choice. "A bit," you answer grimly. "The vibrating didn't help."

"Really," he drawls, not even attempting to make it sound like a question. "How so?"

You begin to suspect he knows exactly how. His hands have found your elbows, his arms wrapped around you to keep you steady, and you find yourselves in a darker corner of the room with a convenient lack of a crowd. You blink and the bull seems a great distance away. No one is looking for you, either.

"Doesn't matter," you huff, looking at the floor. "It's embarrassing to say."

"Say it," Satoru purrs, taking your hands in his before placing them both right over his chest pecs. "Tell me what it did to you, hm? Maybe I can help, ponytail.”

You gasp then, your eyes immediately shooting up to meet his face. You almost fall over at the idea that he knows who you are, that he’s recognized you. This means that now he absolutely cannot fix what the bull had done to your poor cunt, although... with the way he's eating you alive with his pupils alone, your morality wants to fly right out of the window and beg him to fix it.

"Made me so horny," you breathe, immediately smacking yourself in the mouth at the coercion of your confession. “Th-That is not what I meant to say.”

Satoru's chest shakes against your palms as he laughs, "Adorable. Got all hot and bothered from a bull ride? Should’ve known that’s all it would take.”

Your face heats immediately. "I've been drinking," you admit with a slur, sinking farther away from sobriety. "Normally it-it’s not that easy.”

You laugh, trying to mask it as a joke, but Satoru's face is dangerously still.

“It is,” he murmured, “you always have the same little expression on your face at practice, just from seeing me.”

You want to be embarrassed that he’d caught you. But right now, your darkest, perverted fantasies are coming alive right before you; and you’d be a fool not to feed into them.

"Because..." you breathe out, feeling your back hit a wall, unsure how you ended up here. "Why do you always look so good?"

"Been thinking the same thing," he mewls, leaning over you with his hands still holding yours to his body. He lets them go then, and puts his own flat against the wall on either side of you. "Got up there and rode the bull like a champ - you can imagine what it did to me."

"What could a perfect stranger have done?” you whisper, knowing, begging, wanting the answer to be something raunchy and wet in your ear.

Instead, in a flash, his rock-solid pelvis is digging into your stomach, and he twists his hips to allow you to feel the even more solid length under his leather pants.

"We’re not strangers, ponytail," Satoru hums in your ear, just like you’d wanted; warm breath traveling through your hair and down your neck. “Always see you eyein’ me on the field. Goin’ outta ya way to knock into me afterwards. Been at this for months.”

You can't help the little whine that escapes your mouth. Your cunt had been pulsing all night, but now you can almost hear it. It's screaming at you to slide your hands down his body, to reach the waist band of the leather on his pants and then dare to explore further—

His gasp takes you out of your clouded fantasy, as you realize it's not a fantasy at all. Your hand is resting cutely over his bulge. You had been acting on your twisted, unwarranted desires from weeks ago all along.

"Ngh, knew I chose the right costume," he murmurs in your ear. "Knew it’d finally get your attention, get you to wanna ride me.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip. You’d been caught, being so obviously needy. You wish you can say you’re embarrassed, but when your hand doesn’t immediately move away from his dick, you know you’re fucked.

You feel yourself shuddering, your hands moving from his waist, over his ribs, passing to his shoulders; your palms sliding over thick, unidentified shapes and running down the curves in his arms. You couldn’t stop, you needed to know what all of him felt like.

“You didn’t have to be a cowboy to get me to ride you,” you whisper, “but if you care about saving horses that much-“

"Hah- shut up," he grunts. "'Fore I take you against this wall. Shouldn’t - hngh - be doing this here.”

“Isn’t this your frat house?” you question. “Take me,” you pause when his gaze darkens, “take me to your r-room.”

He groans, a velvety sound that raises the imaginary hair back up on your neck.

“Not mine, but I’ve got an idea.” He backs away from you, and the cold sensation of his body heat leaving yours makes your heart thump in pain. “C’mon, pretty.”

So he takes your hand again, and again you let him lead you around like a little pony. You don’t see your friends anymore, but you imagine the groupchat is blowing up. They no doubt saw you disappear into the shadows with Satoru.

You manage to escape to the outside without so much as a second glance from anyone, as you’ve started a riot for a turn on the mechanical bull. The memory of riding it seems so distant now.

“So tell me,” Satoru begins suddenly, pulling you hard against him, and you stumble before he puts a hand on your waist to steady you. “Just how long did you intend to keep watching me? Makin’ me all nervous before you made your move?”

You are stunned by his bold line of questioning, but he knows full well how tipsy you are, and that you’re going to answer as honestly as you can.

“I made a move the first time I ran into you,” you squeaked. “Thought you’d take it from there, but guess your balls aren’t big enough.”

This makes him grunt a bit. “If I would have made the first move, you’d still be limping. I don’t like all the small talk.”

“I see,” you purr, “otherwise you wouldn’t be leading me to this field, would ya, ‘Toru?”

“Not a field,” he corrects. “I’m parked back here. What do y’think I am, a serial killer? Wouldn’t just fuck you in the wilderness. ‘Less you asked.”

It had a nice ring to it, but you aren’t quite wasted enough to not care about being seen out in the open like that.

You reach his car and, pretending to be a gentleman, he opens the door for you, and while you sink in, he goes to the trunk. You begin to feel your heart race; you hardly know this man, actually, and maybe you’re stupid for thinking with your cunt instead of your head. Letting him lead you out back, all alone to his car.

Your nerves ease when he joins you in the back seat, nothing more than a bottle of liquor in his hand.

“Think we need to loosen up some more,” he says sternly, unscrewing the cap. “Not that I need alcohol to take care of you, ponytail, but it’ll definitely make things interesting.”

You nod in agreement, knowing you can certainly use more liquid courage. You wait for him to pass you the bottle, but instead you feel chilly fingers connect to your chin, and his thumb courses your face towards his.

“Open those lips f’me,” he murmurs lowly, tilting your chin up towards his face and bringing the liquor bottle closer to yours.

Your eyes widen in realization of what he’s about to do, but the throb between your legs has resurfaced full force at the ghost of a grip he has on your chin.

Hot liquor is sliding down your throat before you even register that you’ve parted your lips. You gasp and close your mouth into a bubble, trying to breathe through your nose as the liquor starts to go down harshly.

Satoru’s watching you intensely, “Don’t swallow it all,” he instructs quickly, to which you find yourself glaring at him.

The interior of your cheeks is going numb, and he’s telling you not to swallow.

What he does next, though, makes your skeleton jump out of your skin and back in again.

He opens his mouth; his long, fat tongue sticking out as far as it will go with a delicate curve in it. He points to his open mouth, while looking at you through his eyelashes.

You feel your face go numb. Your cunt was pounding now, secretion wetting your inner thighs and covering your pussy. You spread your legs a bit, trying to use Satoru’s backseat as something to grind down onto.

You begin doing so as you sit up straight a bit and lean forward, before pushing your cheeks out to spit a steady mix of liquor and your saliva right onto Satoru’s glistening tongue. He hisses immediately, before gripping you by the neck; taking you by surprise when your air flow becomes restricted. Your face is jerked to his as he swallows the liquor you just spit into his mouth, nipping your bottom lip.

“Tastes s’good,” he rasps, “Know you’ll taste even better.”

“But—“ you want to ride him already.

Wanna get him deep in your belly, use your hips to wring more of those deep moans from the depths of his throat. You don’t know if you can wait for that.

“But what?” Satoru challenges, applying pressure to your massive thighs with his palms. “Y’should know by now you can trust me. Didn’t I take care of you on the bull?”

He slides his finger up your stomach and to the cups of your brazier, tucking the tip of the digit inside and tugging the material down, a nipple begging to be exposed.

“Had it vibrating as hard as it could,” he continues, cocking his head to the side, careful not to let his Stetson slide off. “Still can’t get you riding it like that outta my head. Fuck.” He hisses again and—

Crack!

His hand comes down hard on your thigh, pulling a pathetic cry out of you. You look up at him through your lashes; he’s so beautiful with the way the moonlight casts a glow along his jaw, his wet lips, and the brim of his Stetson.

“Quit looking at me like that,” he says, creeping closer to you.

“Make me,” you mouth brattily, and so he does.

Keeping his hands both occupied on your thigh and your throat, he finally crashes his desperate lips against yours, creating harsh reverberations through your teeth. He starts the kiss off hard and unsure, but once you’re kissing him back, the kisses get sloppy, ferocious, desperate.

You let out a whimper against his lips, and in the split second your mouth is open his tongue has made its way inside. The muscle clashes with yours, drenching your mouth in his saliva as he takes your tongue for his own.

Meanwhile, his hand has left your throat. It’s back on the trim of your brazier, and without warning, his fingers gives it a harsh tug and your breasts are out.

He doesn’t break away from the kiss but he does glance down and start palming the meat of your chest, pinching one nipple between his index and thumb.

Not much noise is made besides your shared frustrated grunts as he breaks away from your sloppy kiss, leaving his drool all over your mouth and chin as he dips his charming head down to latch onto your nipple.

He pulls one of your legs up onto his lap, as he nestles himself next to the other one, now between your legs, and you’re forced to lean back against the window and press your hand against the back of the passenger seat for balance.

Satoru is not showing your breasts any mercy. His hand glides across the skin on your leg, before he takes his fingers in a walking motion up your thigh and then quickly grabs your tits into each hand, gathering large loads of spit and hacking them onto your chest, the glorious sound of the fluid hitting your skin making you wetter and wetter and—

He takes a big hand and pop! smacks your achingly solid nipple, dragging a loud, embarrassing cry from you.

“S-Satoru—“ you moan, undecided if you want to tell him that it’s too much.

“Hmm?” he questions, the word coming out muffled as he now has a mouth full of breast again, his tongue swirling greedily over your areolas and sending signals to your tingling nerves.

“S’alot,” you stutter, “feels t-too good.”

“Don’t care,” he shrugs, pulling away from your chest and bringing his face back up to yours, “not finished with you. Not even close.”

You whine as he cracks a smack on your tit one more time for good measure. Now he’s pulling your legs, causing you to lose balance and fall onto your back.

The back seat is spacious, but you think there’s no way he’s going to be able to bend his body to do whatever he thinks he’s about to do.

He doesn’t seem to be thinking like you, though, because his hands hike up your skirt and he hisses at the sight of your panties, not even hesitating.

“S’cute, look at the little cherry,” he grins seductively, poking the fat of your pussy with a sharp finger.

He’s referring to the pattern on the front of your tiny white thong, but you’re hardly paying attention because your mind is still ringing at his sudden contact with your cunt.

Rip!

His hands are tearing apart your poor little fishnets, paving a way for him to get your panties off. He succeeds, struggling a bit to get them past your boots; folding your knees up to your face as he does so, commenting on your flexibility.

“Hah- I love athletic girls,” he says aloud. “So flexible. Gonna have your ankles by your ears, ponytail.”

You squirm underneath him at his threat, but he’s already pinning your legs up, your boots grazing across the ceiling of his car as he stares down at your glinting pussy - dripping all over his expensive white leather.

If the alcohol wasn’t currently hitting you like a train - your brain mushing and swirling from being slapped and pushed around - you’d be trying to force your legs closed to hide from him.

“Such a fucking pretty pussy,” he grits out, leaning forward and shooting a collection of spit out of his mouth right onto it. Your eyes roll, the warmth of his body fluid landing right over your clit, making the bottom half of your body twitch. Satoru grins.

“Don’t even need my spit, y’so wet; I just love the way it looks on you,” he murmurs, keeping his hands firm on the underside of your thighs, “‘M gonna mark you with all my fluids, pretty.”

“Shut up,” you cry out, “if you’re still talkin’ it means your face isn’t stuffed with pussy.”

“Mm, ponytail gets fiesty,” Satoru looks at you from between your thighs and bites his lip, “there’s no fun in rushing right into these things, you know.”

He turns his head to the side, still wearing his Stetson - it’s somehow managing to hang on through all of the filth - and he plants a soft little kiss to your inner knee. Then another to the other leg. He rinses and repeats this process until he’s far up your thighs, and you can feel his breath dancing over your dripping hole.

“F-fuck,” you scream out, getting more frustrated, “‘m gonna shove your face if you don’t stop.”

“Try,” he challenges, but his eyes say that if you do, you’ll be teased for even longer.

"Wh-Why are you doing this to me?" you pant, ramming your knee into his rib playfully.

"Cause truthfully," he says lowly, "I liked the little game we had going. Building up the tension. Hate to see it end..." he drags his finger down the side of your thigh, making you shiver. "And hmm, you are such a pretty girl, begging like this. Imagine if your teammates knew that their beast of a captain was in the backseat of a car, begging to have her pussy eaten? Imagine!”

His breath tickles your cunt as he cracks a mean laugh, his head tilted down so that you can’t see his expression under his hat.

You swallow in embarrassment. You always go for a little teasing, but this is extreme. Before you know it, your hand has popped out before you, and your fingers splay out over the cowhide of his Stetson as you push - hard - and push until his arrogant little mouth is against your pussy.

He’s shut up instantly, groaning softly against your skin as his tongue darts out on instinct, lapping up your juices.

“That’s right,” you whisper with ache in your voice, “shut up and eat that shit.”

Your head lolls back against the window panel in Satoru’s car. He’s not even bothering to argue with you now, lost in his own heaven of your delicious nectar. If you could see past his hat you’d be able to watch as his face becomes wet and shiny, as your secretion dribbles down his chin in a heavenly mix of saliva. His tongue drags down between your folds, making you squirm, but it’s nothing compared to when he shoves his tongue right into your wanton hole.

The cry you let out vibrates against the interior of the car. Satoru’s hand has come up underneath your thigh, pulling your leg to rest across his back as he’s slid down into a crouch on the floor. His hand cracks down on your leg in the same spot as before, this time digging his fingernails down into the flesh after the slap.

You hiss, but ultimately feel even more turned on as he drags his tongue back through your juices, finding your clit, narrowing it out as he flicks it back and forth, back and forth, the same way he had been rocking you on that damned bull.

“S-Such a fucking mess,” he moans against your skin, trying to catch all of your secretion but it’s impossible with the way he keeps eating you - you’re flooding the seat, your inner thighs, and his smug little pale face. “Tastes so good. Can’t imagine how good you taste after a long game, fuck.”

You furrow your eyebrows embarrassingly at the the thought of what he was implying - your cunt all sweaty after soccer and he’d prefer that over this? You want to shudder in disgust but, picturing yourself hiked up on the wall with your soccer shorts discarded, a leg over his shoulder as Satoru ate you alive like this - works you up more than you figure you can even get at this point.

“S-Satoru,” you whimper, feeling the pool of heat twist up your insides as the familiar feeling of ejaculation creeps up on you.

You reach and grab his hat, digging your fingers into the leather, your legs clenching against his cheeks as you try to control the shaking that you know is to overcome you the second you orgasm.

“I know that sound,” Satoru purrs against your clit, “cum for me baby. Cum all over my tongue, like y’been wanting to for months.”

That’s all it takes. And god, Satoru does not show mercy as the wave starts at your clit and pushes all the way through your body, down to your curling toes in your boots and up to your nipples, which are still dancing free over the rim of your brazier.

The shakes come quickly, intensely, harsher than you’ve ever felt them before, as Satoru’s tongue rides out your high for you, not stopping until you’re just slightly twitching.

“Beautiful,” he hums, parting his mouth from you and sitting up in the backseat. “Satoru one, Y/N zero.”

You frown at his use of scoring, knowing it’s just to get under your skin.

“I’ll even out the score, fuck you,” you hiss.

“Please do, ponytail,” Satoru grins.

You find yourself pulling your legs back quickly, your thighs still a little weak and shaky as you sit up on your knees. You quickly unzip your boots and toss them somewhere in the front. Then, you grab Satoru by his ungodly black button-down and drag him to the middle of the seat.

He’s looking up at you in a mix of awe and smug, but you’re trying to pretend you don’t feel his eyes on you so that you may maintain your confidence.

You throw your right leg over his waist. Now, you’re straddling him, bare cunt over warm leather, dragging all of your juice and cream over his lap. He doesn’t seem to mind.

You fumble between your legs to unbutton his pants and then unzip them. He assists you when he raises his hips for a second, allowing you to get his pants down just enough that his bulge is pressing against you through his boxers.

He’s looking up at you with slanted eyelids, his pupils blown to black with the rim of ice-blue hardly visible. He’s clearly so tipsy, just off of the little bit you’d spit into his mouth, meanwhile your body is hot and your vision is getting blurry, nothing on your mind except getting his cock inside of you.

But oh, he deserves the teasing he’d given you. You use your hand to palm him, but simultaneously drag your hips over his lap, your sensitive cunt twitching as you do so.

His head falls back, his Adam’s apple thumping gloriously in his throat. His eyes flutter closed but only briefly.

“Fuck- shit,” he groans. “‘M sorry ‘bout the teasing, ‘kay? Want you to take advantage of me already. F-fuck, please-“

His begging is so delicious. If he thinks this is going to decrease the teasing you’re bestowing upon him, he has another thing coming.

Probably you.

“Oh?” you hum, giggling. “What’s that? Satoru begging now? How the tables have turned…”

He groans again, “S-Sick, innit? The way I want to be balls deep in that wet ass cunt. Don’t wanna wait anymore. You’ve kept me dangling for so long. Please-“

He whines. He actually whines, followed by a low whimper as he pokes out his bottom lip and lifts his head to look at you again.

A smart move on his part because you are absolutely hypnotized by his eyes, and before you know it, your hand is passing the elastic band on his black boxers. You find your hand running over bare skin - what a slut, he’d shaved. You gasp as you continue to slide your hand down to try and grab his tip - but it’s not there. It’s so far deep into his pants because he’s simply that large.

You scoot back on his lap a bit and finally whip his cock out, and it bounces a bit at its own sheer heft. There’s a pretty curve in it and thick veins swirling the sides, leading to a fat pink tip.

You realize you’ve been staring, but also slowly stroking it, admiring the fuck out of this perfect cock that you knew you would be thinking about for weeks.

“Like what you - hah - s-see?” he coos, closing one eye and glancing down at your hand sliding delicately over his length with his other.

“Mhmm,” you reply, “just imagining how good it’s gonna hurt. Your cock gonna make me cry, ‘Toru?”

“F-Fuck yeah,” he shudders, “gonna have you screaming, pretty. Loud as you want - no one can hear. Need you to milk this cock.”

“S-Shut up,” you groan, only because his words were driving you mad - and you would not last even another sixty seconds without his length penetrating your poor insides.

But, you suddenly remember the whip on your waist. Albeit made out of a cheap, rope-like material, the gears in your head start twisting like the delinquent that you are.

You catch Satoru’s wondering eye as he silently asks you why you aren’t bouncing on his cock yet - but you manage to ignore the expression as you thwip out the long black prop and quickly get it around Satoru’s neck before he can so much as gasp in surprise.

His eyes widen when he realizes you’ve made a leash out of your whip, tightening it at the base of his throat and coiling it around your wrist, bringing his face closer to you.

He’s so stunned that he remains silent, but his plump lips are parted in surprise, which you take as an opportunity to bite into the bottom one - harshly.

You suck on it as you lift your hips and your free hand finds the base of his cock - then you slide it between your folds very purposefully and agonizingly slow.

“Holy fuck,” Satoru whimpers against your mouth. “Y’doing me so dirty, Y/N, fucking ruining me. God…” he adds, “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

You gasp at the confession, and then at the feeling of his tip pushing into your dripping hole, as you drag your hips down to sink yourself onto him.

His eyes immediately roll back, and you let go of his lip, keeping your grip on the whip as your pussy adjusts to his size - feeling the drumming pulse coming from his veins tap your walls erotically.

You try not to clench, but as you suspected, it hurts so good - you’re trying not to focus on the pain. But he’s just so thick, so filling.

You whimper and in the same moment, feel a coil of fingers wrapping into your hair, curling it around his knuckles to keep you from moving your head.

“Ride this shit,” he growls, his eyes suddenly back open and completely aware. “Put those sexy ass hips to use.”

He grips one with his free hand for emphasis, tightening his grip on your hair, suddenly making you wish you’d opted for the ponytail tonight. You cry out at the mixes of searing pain and pleasure, as you’ve managed to take all of his cock inside of you - his tip kissing your cervix painfully. You decide now you can try to move, so you use your toes to push yourself back up, finding your pace.

“It’s too big,” you complain, albeit very fakely; your grip on the whip turning your knuckles white as it’s the only thing you can do to distract yourself.

Your other hand digs into his shoulder, and he hisses.

“Nuh-uh,” he coos, “you can take it, pretty. Deep breaths, know you can be a good cockwarmer f’me.”

Your breaths are coming out in short little pants. Slowly you’re adjusting to his size, and with you slicking up his cock it’s easy to start gliding sinfully up and down, up and down-

Satoru leans forward against your restraint and greedily takes your mouth onto his. He squeezes your hip harshly to get you to moan, then shoves his tongue hungrily inside your mouth. While his tongue works on harassing yours, his cock works on bruising your uterus. You’re bouncing quicker now, but he’s meeting you halfway with animalistic thrusts of his own.

Aside from heavy breathing, the squelching sound of your wet walls against his dick accompany the clapping of your ass against his groin. You start rotating your hips, bringing one forward before the other, creating a wave-like motion as you ride your slutty little half-horse into oblivion.

His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes shut tight, his mouth only hanging onto yours by his teeth as he continues to whine into the air. You yourself have gone up a few octaves, your moans competing with his, making the atmosphere even more erotic.

“Oh, fuck,” Satoru moans, “s’tight. S’good. Such a perfect fucking pussy, fits right over me. This shit was designed just f’me. Fuck, wh-why you fuckin’ me like this?” He shudders under you, releasing your lip from his teeth and opening his eyes. “Y’must want my fuckin’ babies, all in your stomach.”

Your eyes roll back as you repeat a very sultry, “All in my stomach.”

So cockdrunk off him, if he wants to fill you to the brim you’ll let him. You’ll let him have his way with you however he wants, at this moment, if it meant he’d keep fucking up into you this good - if it meant you could have his cock more than just tonight. You’d never wanted to obey and be so good for someone before now.

“You are being so good,” Satoru purrs, which makes you realize you said the last sentence aloud. “My pretty ponytail. Taking me so well. I know it hurts, baby, but you got it. You can have all of my cock - anytime you want. I-I’m…” he had been speaking clearly, but a particular thrust had made him lose his footing, bringing back his tipsy voice, “I-I’m yours to use. To ruin.”

Your eyebrows furrow, you gasp at the velvety statement. You know he’s just drunk, you are too, but you’re so incredibly fucked. Despite his words, he’ll probably never even look at you again after this, and it pains you deeply. You can’t think about that now though, because heat is rising in your stomach.

“God, Satoru,” you mumble, “keep fucking talking. Keep talking so I can cum all over you. Please, please, f-fuck.”

“Ngh, need you to cum,” Satoru says. “Wanna feel the way you pulse when you cum. Bet you can squirt f’me too, huh? Know you’ve got it, so wet like that.”

You shake your head, your hand loosening the grip on the whip; you just don’t have the strength anymore.

You lean back, arching against him, and he takes the opportunity to pop your breast right into his mouth, gripping onto your nipple with his teeth before he sucks like a starving man.

“P-Please, God… mmph,” you drag out, eyes rolling as you can barely bring yourself to make noise with the overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re experiencing.

But you’re taken by surprise when his hand is suddenly coming away from your hair, and his arms wrap around you in a tight bear hug. Your hand has no choice but to fall from the whip as your own arms wrap behind his neck to steady yourself - and just as you think you’re about to regain balance, Satoru starts mercilessly slamming his hips up into your ass.

“SHIT!” you scream out, the loudest you have since being in the car.

Flap, flap, flap - as he absolutely destroys the inner workings of your slick pussy - determined to bruise your cervix and leave it swollen and aching for him.

“You. Are. Gonna. Cum. For. Me,” he grits, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

You feel tears brimming your eyes; it’s just so good, hurts so bad, you can’t get enough.

You find yourself seeing and saying nothing but his name over and over for the few seconds right before your orgasm, and then your poor body is spasming on top of Satoru’s as he fucks you through your high - your insides clenching and twitching, and then a gush! as your body has decided that an inner orgasm isn’t enough. Satoru was right - you’re squirting all over him, his pants, and the backseat.

His eyes bug out as his eyebrows furrow, taking in the sight of the magnificent pool you’ve left on him.

“So fucking hot,” he moans, “can feel that shit pulsing on me. F-Fuck. My turn—“

This brings him over the edge right along with you. You’ve gone limp against him, leaning your entire torso on his as he maintains his hug on you and squirts his thick ropes of hot cum all into your uterus.

You cannot see anything except white stars in your vision as you’ve lost yourself in recovering from your orgasms, and he’s not bothering to slide himself out of you just yet.

“S-So addicting,” he sighs, leaning his head against your shoulder, his hat finally falling off behind him, revealing the fact that his hair is stuck to his sweat-covered forehead.

His cock is twitching inside of you, but you can’t think about that now. You’re trying to regain your sight as well as the ability to breathe.

You lay there against each other, still filled up. His grip has loosened on you, but his hands are delicately petting the skin between your shoulder blades, his arms not letting you go.

You’re now just trying to catch your breaths, bodies pressed together in a lustful bliss as you come down off of your highs, soberness creeping up on you.

“Was better than my fantasies,” Satoru says softly, his hands still gently roaming the skin on your back.

“Mine too,” you giggle in response, the pants slowly becoming normal breaths again.

Satoru gently tugs on your hair to bring your face back level with his, and looks up at you, as innocent as can be.

“Y’know what this means, right?” he questions, squirming a bit underneath you just to remind you that his cock remains inside of you. “You’re never gonna be able to get rid of me. M’gonna need access to this pussy, at least once a week. If not more…” he tapers off before adding, “Only, of course, if you’re up for it.”

“Absolutely!” you squeak out a little too fast, to which Satoru gives you a charming crooked smile and leans forward to peck you on the lips.

“Well then,” he hums, “don’t think we can go back in the party with our cum all over us. Can I offer you a ride home, ponytail?”

You blink down at him. His gentlemanly nature from the party has returned, truly taking you aback, because of the way he was just muttering filth a moment ago.

You took him up on his offer though, legs shaking as you crawled to the front and got your skirt and boots back on. He’d had to exit the car and get back in, his long legs prohibiting him from just crawling to the front.

You can tell he’s sober now, he better have been, otherwise he wasn’t driving you anywhere. But you knew he was when his hand gently rested on the thigh he had abused the entire time, rubbing soft circles to soothe the red handprints he’d left.

You sigh, knowing you’re completely fucked. Hooking up with him was a step in the right direction, but who was to say he’d ever want to be anything more than this? Lots of things to think about, but right now, you just relaxed under his touch as he drove you back to your dorm.

And when you saw him again, it would be at your scrimmage a week later. You’d already filled your girls in on everything, down to the nasty details they’d begged to hear. That’s why they shoved you off the bleachers the minute it appeared that Satoru’s team was done practicing.

Satoru arrived in the hallway right on cue, and you hit him with your customary bump of the shoulder.

“There you are, ponytail,” he mutters, glancing around before gently pulling you into a maintenance closet. “Thought you’d bailed on me.” He presses a fat kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter. “Been thinking about you all week, need to take some stress out on that pretty pussy.”

You squeak quietly, running your fingers through his hair, missing the way he looked in his Stetson but being able to appreciate his practice attire just the same. His hands find the band of your jersey shorts and begin tugging them down.

“Wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” you coo quietly, your back hitting the wall. “How d’you wanna do this?”

“Well, I certainly enjoyed you on top last time,” he purrs, “but - hah - sometimes, even the cowboys need a break from riding.”

I. AM. SO. FERAL FOR JOCKEY/COWBOY GOJO WTFFF

And he’s such a gentleman STOPP <33

ok this was the most fun thing ive ever written. that’s all bye.

~ pennjammin

[saintobio]

⊹₊ ⋆🏍₊˚⊹ ON TRACK.

when being the WAG of a rookie MotoGP rider earns you the front-row seats to a thrilling race and... an unsightly amount of groupies.

▞▞ pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

▞▞ genre. fluff, established relationship, biker boy au, motogp rider au

▞▞ tags. biker!sukuna, motogp rider!sukuna, sukuna rides for ducati, WAG!reader, ooc, profanity, mentions of reckless driving, jealousy, insecurities, accidents, mentions of injuries, sukuna gets a little touchy in the end

▞▞ notes. 1.8k wc. do we miss biker!sukuna? i think we all miss biker!sukuna !! bahaha the influx of biker!sukuna fanarts made me write this. and also bcos i watched motogp clips on tiktok. rbs and comments highly appreciated! :D

Have you ever imagined Sukuna as a MotoGP rider? 

Well, his passion for bikes didn’t just stay confined to the open road. He knew he was destined for more than just the city’s freeways and the thrill of 1000cc machines. He was, as a matter of fact, made for the track. 

Yes, the scary, dangerous, exhilarating world of high-speed competition.

When he had first told you about competing in MotoGP, you were thrilled for him. Truly, because you knew that the series had been his lifelong dream. Before, he was just a little boy who collected bikes for toys, and now he had the chance to make his dream a reality. So, who were you to stand in the way of that?

In fact, you were incredibly supportive—always present at his races, always cheering for him from the stands. It didn’t matter if you’d lose your voice the next day. You had to be his biggest supporter. And today was just another one of those days where your duty as his #1 fan called for you to be there and root for him with all your heart. 

Today’s MotoGP race was in full swing, and your heart pounded in rhythm with the thundering bikes tearing down the track. They all passed by in a resounding zoom! where your eyes could barely keep up from their otherworldly speed. From your vantage point in the VIP section, you watched intently as the riders navigated the circuit, your eyes never straying far from one rider in particular—Sukuna, your longtime boyfriend, riding a Ducati Desmosedici GP24.

“I’m so nervous,” you murmured, hands clasped together as your eyes remained glued to your lover. 

Sukuna was a sight to behold on the track, and he always told you that his bike was an extension of himself as he maneuvered with precision and aggression. Honestly, it must be scary to be the one riding such powerful superbikes, especially when the roar of engines alone was a symphony of speed and power that sent chills down your spine. And while you were filled with anxiety watching your boyfriend on the circuit, the red and black Ducati eventually flashed past, neck and neck with the Aprilia rider, and the two bikes locked in a fierce battle for the lead. 

You could imagine the commentators keeping a close eye as they narrated the race on live television.

But you trusted in Sukuna’s talent. His ability to escape from cops with his old R6 back in his college days was proof enough of how ridiculous he could get with his speed. He didn’t get a single ticket because he managed to outrun them all. Though, of course, that wasn’t something you should be mentioning to anyone. He wasn’t actually proud of notoriety and history of reckless driving before, especially when he recalled having endangered your life once before while you rode with him as his backpack. 

And since Sukuna upgraded to being a professional rider now, you had your fair share of an upgrade, too. That manifested in the form of being part of the so-called WAGs—or wives and girlfriends of the racers. Life as a WAG wasn’t drastically different from your previous one, except now your boyfriend was a huge global sensation in the biker community, and you had become somewhat of a fashion icon yourself. That wasn’t even an exaggeration, because every time you were seen with him publicly, people would soon be talking about your off-duty looks and outfits all over social media. 

But going back to the main star of the show, your hands clenched around the railing, knuckles white, as the race progressed. It annoyed you that the Aprilia rider was pushing him to the edge but never quite managing to overtake. Tailing the two were the riders for Honda, Gresini, Pramac, and KTM among the few.

Cupping your hands around your mouth, you cheered for your boyfriend. “Go, baby! Let’s go!”

The giant screen above the track zoomed in on Sukuna, his Arai helmet fitting the aesthetics of his big, red bike. The effortless way he handled his bike sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. There were lots of cheering, screaming, roaring, and… well, squealing. Your head naturally turned to the group of girls nearby who were the very cause of the high pitched noises, their squeals of delight making the other WAGs around you shake their heads in amusement.

“Oh my God, he’s so hot!” 

“Look at him! He’s perfect!” 

“Sukuna, marry me!” 

“I’ll give you my number later!” 

“God, I wanna hook up with him.” 

“Girl, me too!” 

“You think we should wait outside his hotel later?” 

“Count me in!” 

Groupies. You felt a surge of pride mixed with a twinge of jealousy as you watched their frenzied adoration for your boyfriend. Literally. Your fingers were itching to gouge their eyes out. You wondered if he had ever been tempted to cheat, that when you were busy with your own corporate life outside of being his girlfriend, he might have rewarded himself by sleeping with an influencer or two. Probably models, too. Those tall, gorgeous women who often get partnered with him on ads and photoshoots.  

But the thing was, you couldn’t blame them—yes, your boyfriend was undeniably handsome, and his chiseled features and intense gaze made him a magnet for attention. A true eye-candy if you may add. Not to mention, he had the most attractive tattoos you had seen in a man. Ever. 

But he was yours, and that knowledge filled you with a sense of triumph over the hundreds and thousands of girls that were fantasizing about him.

Then, in the middle of your trance, an accident struck.

It was a blur of red and black as Sukuna’s bike suddenly wobbled after the rear wheel slipped on a patch of oil left behind by another rider. You held your breath in, praying to every saint that he remained safe, as you watched him struggle to regain control while the bike fishtailed dangerously. 

“Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh.” Your brain rattled with anxiety as you gripped onto the railings. “Baby, no. No, be careful! You got this!” 

For a moment, it seemed he might manage to stay upright, but then the inevitable happened. Sukuna went down in a matter of seconds, and his bike skidded out from under him in a shower of sparks.

“Oh, shit!” 

A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and your heart was lurching in your chest as you saw how your lover hit the tarmac. The medics immediately rushed onto the track, while you were still awestricken as you stared at the screen displaying his fall. 

“Please be okay, baby! Please,” you muttered under your breath again and again. 

A fellow WAG eventually placed a hand on your shoulders, rubbing you comfortingly. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Their gears are made for this.”

She spoke like true champ, and you knew you could put some trust in her words since she was a seasoned WAG. She had probably seen worst accidents that her husband had gone through while on track.

Still, you couldn’t help yourself. What if Sukuna sustained really terrible injuries? What if he broke a bone or two? What if he experienced a concussion? And if he did, what if he’d no longer remember you when he wakes up? Oh, Jesus. Your overthinking was the true culprit here. Yet there was nothing you could really do but wait for good news and hope that nothing too serious happened. Seconds felt like hours, and you were almost about to faint until you saw Sukuna finally standing up between the medics that surrounded him, waving to signal that he was okay albeit limping a little.

“Thank fuck!” 

“See? I told you he’s fine.”

Relief flooded through you, but unfortunately, such joy ended up being short-lived. Sukuna had lost precious seconds in the fall, seconds that allowed the Aprilia to pull ahead. And by the time he got back on his bike and rejoined the race, the gap was already too wide. 

He crossed the finish line in fifth place, a position that felt like a heart-shattering defeat after having been so close to victory.

As soon as the race was over, you didn’t even think twice when you made your way down to the paddock, pushing through the crowd and the throng of zealous fans just to reach your boyfriend. Your heart was still racing, almost akin to the superbikes that were speeding on the track moments ago, as you desperately looked for the love of your life. Only when you rounded the corner did you finally see him, helmet off and leathers dusty from the fall, talking with his team.

“Lovey!” you called out, face full of worry.

Sukuna was quick to turn at the sound of your voice, his expression softening the very moment his eyes landed on you. With long strides, he removed hi’s gloves and closed the distance between you two, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in his arms, the scent of leather and motor oil enveloping you in a comforting hug.

“Are you okay?” you asked, pulling back just enough to search his face for any signs of injury. “I was losing my mind back there!” 

As if he didn’t just experience a dangerous fall, he had a mischievous smile displayed when he looked at you. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little bruised ego.”

“It’s not a joke,” you whined, arms crossed at his lack of seriousness to the matter. “I was so scared when I saw you go down."

Very sweetly, he cupped your face in his hands and nuzzled his nose against yours. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m still alive, right?”

That’s true, you thought. But also… “You came in fifth,” you said, letting out a quieted sigh. 

But the Ducati rider himself was merely chuckling. Not even an ounce of heartbreak was shown on bis face. “Fifth place isn’t the end of the world, babe. I can live with that.”

You shook your head, not understanding how he could be so calm. Really. “But you were so close. You could have won!” And you’d blame it on your hormones, but you remembered the group of girls who cheered him on and decided to bring it up. “By the way, you had all those girls ready to throw themselves at you earlier. One of them even suggested waiting outside your hotel to hook up with you.” 

“Really? Where are those baddies?” he joked, looking around and trying to spot the girls until you flicked his forehead. “Ow! I was just kidding, babe. You’re the only one riding this dick day and night.” 

“Not funny.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He started attacking your cheeks with squeezes. 

While you, you tried your best to swat his hand away. “I’m not. Stooop—! You’re so annoying!” 

“Okay, okay!” He let out a deep chuckle as he raised his hands in surrender. “Anyway, I don’t care about them. I’ve already won the most important race of all."

You blinked twice in the same second, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean?”

Sukuna’s eyes soon softened into a teasing gaze. “I have my beautiful girl in my arms right now. That’s the only victory that matters to me.”

As much as you tried to contain it, a smile eventually broke across your face. “You’re such a sap!”

“Only for you,” was his elfish response, pulling you closer. 

The celebrations continued around you as the media and the crowd swarmed into the paddock. Sukuna held your waist tightly the entire time, all while acknowledging the people that greeted him and asked him for signatures. While in his arms, you realized that he was right. Winning or losing on the track didn’t matter because he already had you—and that was his true and greatest victory.

As cringe-worthy as that may sound. 

“I do have a request, though.” Your boyfriend focused his attention back on you, giving your bum a playful squeeze in front of everyone before he moved his face closer to your ear. “Make me feel like a winner in bed tonight.”

[pin-k-ink]

PREDICTABLE ⋆✦⋆ kozume kenma

synopsis ➸ Kenma’s evening is straightforward. After making love, he starts gaming, assuming you’re asleep. But when you come in wearing one of his shirts, he knows exactly where it’s gonna lead next.

tags ➸ dry humping, making out, nipple play, cunnilingus, squirting, spitting, rimming, anal sex, creampie, cum-eating, dirty talking, hair pulling, biting

wc ➸ 4.8k

"You're just trying to kill me, aren't you babe?"

Kenma's low rasp shivered through the dimly lit bedroom, making you pause mid-stride towards where he sat cross-legged before the PC. You followed the heated trail of his hooded golden stare raking over your bare legs peeking from beneath his oversized shirt - the only thing you'd haphazardly tugged on after rousing from your sated slumber in the other room.

A tiny, smug smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you drank in the flexing of Kenma's powerful shoulders and forearms beneath that black hoodie. The way his muscular thighs strained against his sweats as if yearning to part and accommodate your form astride them once more. Just like mere hours before when you'd spent the night alternating between riding his cock until your voice was hoarse from screaming his name, and then being manhandled into the positions he'd wanted while he'd fucked you into the mattress with all the stamina of a former athlete.

"Maybe I am," you replied in a whisper-rasp that clearly betrayed your intentions, chin dipping as you observed him through the fan of your lashes coquettishly. "What's it to you if I want to come over and...appreciate the view up close for a while?"

Kenma made a low, strangled sound that reverberated straight through you like a physical caress - rich and decadent in a way that raised the fine hairs along your nape. You could read every simmering ember blazing behind those heavy-lidded bedroom eyes as they raked over you with delicious leisure - drinking in every lithesome shift and curve concealed in teasing suggestion beneath his clothes.

"If you think I'm letting you distract me that easily tonight," he growled out, somehow making the arid words drip with scorching promise, "then you've got another thing coming, kitten."

One thick eyebrow arched in clear insolence, silently challenging you as his free hand resituated his controller over the subtle outline of his cock rapidly swelling beneath his waistband. You shivered at the blatant display, knees going watery from the dark thrill sparking through your veins and low in your belly simultaneously. This was the side of Kenma most never got to witness - all leonine grace and enthrallingly effortless dominion bordering on the feral.

"Oh, is that what you think, baby?" you purred out in an equally honeyed rasp, gaze searing into his heavily-lidded one across the dimly lit space.

Without breaking that hypnotic connection, you slid one hand down your abdomen in an indolent caress until fingertips hooked in the hem of his oversized shirt temptingly. Kenma tensed, pupils blowing fractionally wider as you teased the soft fabric higher by fractions until the swell of your inner thighs came into clear view.

You could see his throat working convulsively, the sharp jut of his adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to breathe evenly through flared nostrils. Despite your flagrant attempt at seducing his attention, however, you couldn't help but revel in this captivating dance of restraint and rising need between you both.

The way no matter how deliciously you stroked the simmering flames licking between your joined stares, Kenma refused to simply surrender his iron composure and let raw desire override the challenges awaiting his skills and focus. It was intoxicating in the most refined yet primal way, feeling like you could spend lifetimes learning every infinite nuance suffusing his presence.

Just as your hand glided back up the shirt's hem towards the apex of your thighs, Kenma inhaled a sharp hiss through gritted teeth loud enough to make you freeze with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Don't..." he rasped in a tone dripping with naked heat and smoldering restraint. "Unless you plan on climbing over here and letting me take you against this setup until the only name you can cry out is mine."

A shudder wracked through you bone-deep at the provocative promise underlining his low rasp. Part of you thrilled at the prospect of sinking into his lap as commanded, beckoned eagerly by the sheer molten intensity blazing behind his hooded scrutiny now.

But an even deeper, baser instinct also yearned to push the sweet torment further - to see just how far you could tease and tempt that razor's edge of his restraint before Kenma ultimately shattered and pinned you beneath his smothering attentions in rapturous release. With deliberate leisure, your teeth released your swollen lower lip as you held his piercing stare defiantly.

"Who says I'm not planning on taking you for a ride?" you murmured with a sly grin, smoothing your palms over the shirt to emphasize the lack of any other cloth covering your rapidly heating skin beneath. "Maybe I'm the one who's feeling a little restless and needy for attention after our little marathon last night. Did you ever think of that, babe?"

Kenma growled low and feral at the blatant seduction, free hand clenching spastically for a moment in clear struggle. You could practically taste the vortex of lust rapidly eclipsing his formidable restraint by increments as his gaze flicked between your hooded bedroom eyes and the shirt hem riding higher up your thigh with each subtle shift.

Just when you thought his renowned poise and control were both on the verge of snapping completely, however, he reached out with the controller and pointedly made a few adjustments before locking onto you with a look that made your knees go watery all over again.

"Then you'd better come over here and sit still..." Kenma husked out in a rumbling purr that vibrated straight through you down to the bone. "Because I won't go easy on you tonight while you're being such a brat about getting what you crave..."

A plaintive keen slipped free before you could bite it back as he patted one powerful thigh invitingly. You took an stumbling half-step towards him, utterly entranced by the rising heat in his piercing gaze and bold dare...

Then Kenma arched one sleek brow higher, fingertips tracing featherlight circles along his muscular thigh before slowly, purposefully readjusting his erection tenting against his waistband with wicked nonchalance. His unflinching focus never wavered from your own, radiating smoldering possession and heady promise without reservation as you swayed like a cobra hypnotized by its master's cadence.

"C'mere," he husked out in a tone that brooked no argument. One powerful arm snaked out to loop around your waist, hauling you down into his lap with effortless ease. "I'm waiting to make good on giving you exactly what you need...so long as you think you can keep up this time, kitten."

A startled squeak burst free as you found yourself straddling his powerful thighs, bare backside pressed flush to his swollen cock straining the soft cotton of his sweats already. Kenma's fingertips dug into the generous curves of your ass possessively as he hissed upon feeling your bare skin, tugging your core flush against him and grinding up against your slick entrance deliberately.

"Fuck, kitten..." he rasped against your throat as you whimpered, his free hand dragging the shirt hem up your body inch by torturous inch. "No underwear. And you're always so wet for me. I bet if I slid a couple fingers in right now, I'd feel you squeezing around me already. Isn't that right?"

"Kenma..." you panted against the hollow of his throat as he continued rocking you against the growing ridge with rhythmic insistence. "I thought you wanted to game for a bit—ah!"

Your gasp dissolved into a broken whine as he hooked one hand behind your knee, hitching your leg higher to grant deeper friction against your rapidly slicking folds. Twin points of fire blossomed against your salt-kissed skin as Kenma sealed his mouth over each pebbled nipple in turn, laving heated swirls through the thin barrier.

"Changed my mind," he growled against your sternum, worshipful gaze roaming every needy shiver and arch raking through your pliant frame. "Need to feel how goddamn perfect you are first...make sure you know who's name to cry out over and over when you come apart again..."

You moaned wantonly as his broad palms explored every hollowed dip and lush curve that way he so adored - claiming his territory with each possessive caress and promising so much more to come. Despite your boneless sprawl cradled securely in his powerful embrace, an electric thrill sparked through you at the raw masculine command vibrating beneath every husky word and tender demand.

Kenma always excelled at this; coaxing you into blissful rapture through whirlwind intensity one moment before reeling you back from the precipice just as expertly with sensual adoration and exquisite care the next. It was all part of the maddening spell you fell deeper under every encounter - your boyfriend's ability to unhinge you down to your very foundations, only to piece you back together anew afterwards renewed and cherished beyond measure in his ravenous orbit.

You surrendered to the cresting tide with a heady sigh, twisting your hands into the soft strands of his hair as he began trailing open-mouthed worship down the slopes of your breasts and abdomen. Every new sacred hollow and heated expanse of velvet skin seemed to entrance him further, lavishing it with devoted adoration until you squirmed breathlessly.

Only when you were keening and arching with need did Kenma haul your mouth back down to his in a devouring glide of satin and sin. His strong arms banded you closer still as the indomitable ridge of his cock ground insistently against your pussy with delirious promise.

"So fucking perfect," he growled in reverent rapture against your swollen lips. "Never getting enough of how sweet you taste, kitten...always leaving me starving for another hit of this pretty little pussy to savor for hours at a time..."

Then he slanted your joined forms until you were flush against the worn cushions, his hulking frame looming over you in a leonine sprawl of pure masculine intensity. Kenma's lust-hazed gaze roved over every trembling inch of your bared form greedily as he settled on his forearms to better appreciate each aching demand of his primal devotion.

"Lucky for both of us," he rumbled just before swooping down to seal your breathless moan in a searing glide. "I happen to have all the free time I need right now to take my fill of this pretty pussy and all the sweetness she can give me. So be a good kitten and just lie back and let me love you until all you can think about is coming on my cock again and again...yeah?"

"Mhm," you sighed, nodding breathlessly and arching towards his sculpted frame in an unspoken plea for more. Kenma hummed deep in his throat, a low vibration of pure male satisfaction and hunger both. Then he was shifting his bulk, maneuvering his muscled thighs between your own in a clear demand for them to fall open for him.

Your thighs parted readily, breath hitching as Kenma's hooded gaze flicked from your face down to the slick heat of your sex. The groan that rolled from his chest was pure animalistic desire, his hips flexing in a helpless twitch as his saw the pearly evidence of his earlier attentions already leaking down the crease of your thigh.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned out raggedly, the tip of his tongue darting out to trace his full bottom lip unconsciously. "Look at that, baby. My cum's leaking out of your sweet cunt already...how bad do you want me to eat you out and drink every last drop before filling you back up again? Huh?"

"Oh god, Kenma, please," you gasped out, voice wavering with need as you squirmed desperately. "Want your mouth on me...please, baby, need you to—"

The rest of your plea vanished in a choked moan as Kenma leaned forward, his long, dexterous fingers spreading your folds wide. A second later, his tongue swiped one long, slow lick from your soaked entrance all the way to the throbbing nub of your clit.

Your back arched in reflex as his tongue flattened against the pulsing bud, flicking against it in teasing circles that left you shuddering and moaning beneath his skillful attentions. Kenma hummed against your pussy, the decadent vibrations making your breath hitch and thighs squeeze tighter around his head reflexively.

He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, however. Instead, his powerful shoulders dipped between your spread thighs, his hands reaching down to grip the curves of your ass and lift you closer to his ravenous mouth. Kenma's muffled groan of pure pleasure vibrated through the apex of your thighs as his tongue thrust inside you in slow, languid strokes, as if he were savoring the taste of you both on his palate.

You couldn't hold back the plaintive whimpers and wanton moans building in the back of your throat, fingers tangling and tugging desperately at his hair as he continued working you towards the peak with relentless dedication. Every slow, indulgent lap and thrust of his tongue seemed designed to tease you apart, piece by blissful piece.

When his teeth closed gently around your clit, his gaze flicked up to meet yours through the fan of his dark lashes, a low hum rolling from his chest at the sight of you already so wrecked and breathless beneath his ministrations. Kenma's tongue rolled over the throbbing nub in a firm glide before sealing his lips around it to suckle lightly, drawing a breathy whine from you.

His eyes burned brighter at the sound, molten gold blazing through the lust-darkened haze. Then his teeth grazed the swollen bud in a gentle yet deliberate nip that had your entire body jerking with the electric surge jolting through your nerve endings.

Kenma didn't pause in his torturous ministrations for a second, not even to savor the breathless cry of his name bursting from your lips. Instead, he merely increased his efforts, the rhythmic suckling of his talented mouth and tongue working you faster and harder until your thighs were clamping tight around his head.

"K-Kenma! Oh my god, please...please don't stop," you sobbed brokenly, nails digging into his scalp as the pleasure built and built towards the inevitable peak. His muffled groan reverberated against the slickness of your pussy, only increasing the decadent pressure and pace.

"Ah! Ah, fuck, please, Kenma, I'm—ohgod, I'm g-gonna—"

The rest of the incoherent litany died on your tongue as Kenma gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, his fingertips digging bruising imprints into the curves of your ass in sheer masculine dominance and desire. A strangled keen slipped free as your vision whited out, thighs squeezing around his head as you felt the familiarly violent rush of hot liquid gushing from your cunt and all over the lower half of his face.

You could feel his growl of pleasure and triumph vibrating against your oversensitive pussy as he drank down the entirety of your release. Kenma continued lapping up every drop greedily, shaking his head from side to side against your pussy until you were gasping for air and squirming away from the too-intense stimulation.

As soon as you managed a half-coherent plea for mercy, his tongue released your swollen clit and his mouth withdrew from between your thighs with a wet pop. Your eyes struggled to focus in the post-orgasmic haze, blinking several times until the room came back into focus just as you saw Kenma spit the mixture of saliva and cum directly onto your overstimulated clit.

The shockingly dirty move made your breath catch, but Kenma didn't give you a chance to process the filthy act. His thumb rubbed a tight circle around the pulsing bud, massaging the combined slickness until it was practically dripping down your slit and onto the surface below.

"Kenma," you managed, voice breaking over the syllables of his name as he continued working you closer to another orgasm. "Oh my god, I can't...I can't go again. I can't, I—"

"Of course you can, kitten," he growled with a feral smirk, his pupils blown wider than you'd ever seen them. "Can’t leave you empty for long, especially when you're still so wet and ready to be filled by me."

"I can't!" you insisted, though it was rapidly losing conviction as he continued working his thumb faster and faster against your clit. "Kenma, baby, I—oh, fuck! Please, it's too much!"

"But kitten," he purred, his head lowering once more as his tongue darted out to lap at the juices trickling down your slit. "I haven't even put my fingers in you yet. Don't you want me to fill you up even more, baby? Huh?"

A garbled moan spilled past your lips as his tongue dipped lower, his nose nudging against your swollen clit while his fingers toyed with the dripping entrance. The tip of his middle finger sank inside with ease, sliding in deep as his tongue worked alongside it with relentless determination.

"K-Kenma, please," you pleaded breathlessly, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. "It's—it's too much, babe. I can't...can't..."

His mouth left your cunt with another obscene wet pop, the lewd sound punctuated by a filthy-sounding squelch as his fingers slid free. Kenma didn't seem perturbed at all, however. If anything, his smirk widened as he stared down at the absolute mess coating your thighs and the cushions beneath you.

"Well, when I say I’m going to fill you up with another load, it doesn’t necessarily mean it has to go into that pretty pussy," he rumbled, a dark undercurrent of promise weaving through the husky words. "Don't you think, kitten?"

"K-Kenma..." you murmured, not sure what he was implying until his hands hooked under your thighs, hauling them up to drape over his shoulders. Your breath caught at the position, eyes widening as they locked with his hooded ones. "Wh-what are you..."

Your question trailed off into a startled squeak as he leaned in, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate circle around your puckered entrance. A shiver raked through you, parting your lips on a shaky exhale that turned into a surprised gasp when his tongue began to delve deeper past the taut ring of muscle.

Kenma hummed appreciatively, the low vibration resonating through your entire core. You could feel his saliva and the remnants of your juices slipping further, the combination creating a slippery glide as his tongue speared you open again and again.

Your nails dug into his scalp reflexively, not quite sure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Kenma only seemed to take it as encouragement, however, the broad planes of his palms stroking up and down your spread thighs almost reverently as he continued the deliciously depraved assault.

"You're so fucking tight back here," he rasped against your skin, his teeth sinking into the meat of your inner thigh with a sharp bite. "I can't wait to watch my cum dripping out of your ass after I've fucked you senseless, kitten...maybe I'll eat you out again, lick my cum out of your tight little asshole..."

"Oh god," you whimpered, head thrashing side to side as the images his words painted behind your eyelids became even more vivid and detailed. "Please, Kenma. Just—just fuck me already. Need your cock, baby, need it so fucking bad."

Kenma's dark chuckle made your pulse skitter, anticipation and raw hunger swirling together in a dizzying rush. He sat up slowly, his golden gaze sweeping over every inch of your body stretched out before him - a decadent buffet all laid out and waiting for his consumption.

"Gotta get you nice and ready first, kitten," he husked, the pads of his fingers brushing against the rim of your puckered entrance teasingly. "Can't have you getting too overwhelmed too quickly, yeah? Don’t want you passing out like the time I took you in the shower. Although...that was pretty hot. Not gonna lie."

The memory made your cheeks flush hotter, though it was difficult to focus on anything beyond the sensation of his fingertips pressing into you a fraction deeper. Your breath caught, eyelids fluttering closed as his index finger sunk in to the first knuckle.

Kenma groaned at the sight, his jaw clenching as he watched the ring of muscle stretch around the intrusion. His gaze was ravenous, devouring every breathy pant and shudder as he slowly began working his finger in and out.

"That's it," he crooned, leaning in to trail kisses along your hip and the valley of your navel. He nosed the curve of your stomach, humming appreciatively as you relaxed further around his probing finger. "Good girl, kitten. Opening up for me so sweetly..."

Your answering whine dissolved into a broken moan as he added a second finger alongside the first, working them in deeper and scissoring them slowly. The initial burn began to subside after a moment, morphing into a pleasurable ache that had you rocking back against his hand with a soft gasp.

Kenma's teeth sank into the tender flesh of your hip, his tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe over the indentation of his bite. His fingertips continued stretching you open, the decadent friction sending sparks shooting up and down your spine with each deliberate stroke.

Then his head lowered, his lips wrapping around your clit to suckle lightly. At the same time, his fingers crooked upwards, hitting that elusive bundle of nerves and sending a blinding surge of ecstasy racing through your veins.

"F-fuck!" you choked out, hips bucking involuntarily and sending the sensitive nub of your clit sliding over the tip of his tongue. He didn't miss a beat, however, his fingertips rubbing faster against the cluster of nerves.

Kenma's tongue circled and flicked, his mouth sealing around the throbbing bud and sucking hard enough to draw another broken moan from you. His fingers were moving faster now, thrusting deep as they continued to massage that delicious spot deep within.

"Kenma," you gasped, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside until it was almost painful. "B-baby, please, I need—need you to—"

He hummed, the low vibration sending tremors rippling through you. He seemed to know exactly what you were trying to say, however, his mouth releasing your clit with a wet pop as his fingers slowed to a stop.

Kenma pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before withdrawing his fingers completely. You felt the head of his cock pressing against your slick folds a moment later, nudging insistently until your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist.

"Good girl," he crooned, his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe of your ear as he leaned over you. "You ready for me, kitten?"

"Yes, please, Kenma," you moaned, the tip of his cock pushing past the ring of muscle just a fraction. "Need you in me so bad, baby...want you to fill me up and make me yours."

"Fuck," he cursed, the word barely audible over the roaring of blood in his ears. His teeth sank into the side of your throat, hips flexing forward and burying his length inside you with a single snap.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he sheathed himself fully, a hoarse shout bursting from your lips. Kenma's hands braced on either side of your head, his body curling protectively around you as he fought for control.

"Holy shit," he panted against the curve of your throat, his teeth nipping sharply at the tendon jumping there. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight, kitten. Feel like you're strangling my cock, fuck..."

You whimpered incoherently, unable to form words as the sensation of being completely filled overwhelmed your senses. Kenma seemed to be struggling to keep his composure, as well, his breathing harsh and uneven as he struggled to keep still and let you adjust.

His hips gave an involuntary twitch after a moment, and that was the only warning you received before he was pulling out almost entirely. You barely had time to draw in a breath before he was slamming back in, his mouth slanting over yours to swallow the broken cry of his name.

"Oh, god, Kenma," you sobbed against his lips, the pleasure already overwhelming. "Baby, I can't—please, fuck, don't stop."

"Couldn't stop even if I tried," he growled, his mouth latching onto your throat as his hips snapped harder and faster. The obscenely wet sound of his cock slamming into your ass echoed in the silence of the room, punctuated by the harsh breaths and muffled whimpers that were dragged from your throat with every deep thrust.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking down his back in an effort to pull him closer. He was pounding into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider so he could slide in even deeper.

"Gonna cum in this tight little hole, kitten," he gritted out, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip as the rhythm of his hips stuttered. "Fill you up until you're dripping with me. Gonna plug you up and keep my cum in you, make sure you don't lose a drop."

"Fuck, yes, please, Kenma," you begged, not even knowing what you were asking for. Your fingers clawed desperately at his back, feeling his muscles shift and flex beneath your touch. "Please, baby. Want your cum, please."

His chest rumbled with a growl, his cock slamming in hard enough to rock your body on the cushions. You could feel his arms trembling as he fought to hold himself back, his thrusts slowing but never stopping as he leaned in to suck a bruise into the column of your throat.

"Please," you pleaded, arching up against him in an attempt to get him to move. Kenma's hips snapped forward in a particularly brutal thrust, the sound of your cry of his name ringing through the air.

"I got you, kitten," he rasped, one arm banding around your waist to keep you pinned in place. The other hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head back until his mouth sealed over yours once more.

He kissed you hungrily, his tongue thrusting into your mouth in a wicked parody of the way his cock was slamming in and out of your ass. His hips jerked faster, his teeth catching your bottom lip and tugging as his breathing grew harsher and more erratic.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, forehead dropping to rest against yours as his hips continued driving into you with a force that sent your body rocking up the couch cushions. "I can't—fuck, kitten, I can't hold back anymore."

"Do it," you begged, the words ending on a garbled sob as he shifted angles and hit that cluster of nerves that had your vision whiting out. "Oh my god, do it, please. I need your cum, baby, please."

"Fucking hell," he grunted, the curse dissolving into a hoarse shout as his hips snapped forward, grinding against you until the head of his cock was seated so deeply you swore you could feel him in the back of your throat. "Play with your clit for me, kitten."

You could only nod mutely, fingers fumbling downwards and finding the swollen bud almost immediately. The first brush of your fingertip had your thighs clamping around his waist, a ragged whimper escaping you as he rocked his hips against yours and the head of his cock pressed against the spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.

"Oh god, Kenma," you sobbed, your fingers circling and stroking desperately. "Baby, I'm so close, I'm gonna—"

"Let go, kitten," he murmured, his hand replacing yours and taking over as his thumb began working furiously against the sensitive nub. "I'm right there with you. Come on, cum for me. Cum with me."

His lips sealed over yours once more, muffling the scream that tore from your throat. Your release flooded around him, his name a garbled chant against his lips as you shattered and trembled and shook apart.

"Fuck," Kenma cursed, his cock pulsing and twitching as his cum spilled into you. He was shaking almost as badly as you, his arms bracing on either side of your head and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

His hips rolled shallowly, his breath hitching as a low groan rumbled from his chest. You could feel the warm heat of his release spilling into you, your fingers tangling in his hair and keeping him held firmly against you as his hips jerked and twitched through the aftershocks.

You lost track of how long you lay there, a boneless, exhausted tangle of limbs as your heart rate slowly returned to normal. Kenma shifted slightly, his nose nudging your jaw affectionately and eliciting a quiet giggle from you.

"Holy shit," you breathed, a wide grin spreading across your lips.

"Mm," Kenma agreed, lifting his head to stare down at you with an equally blissed-out expression. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, then brushed his lips softly against yours. "Now… I did promise to plug you up, didn't I?"

Your entire body flushed with heat at the reminder, a strangled whimper leaving your throat. Kenma's grin widened, his tongue flicking out to swipe across his bottom lip as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Round two?"

[luvyeni]

RIDIN' WITH YOU ,, 이제노

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ streetracer!jeno x fem!reader wc. 5.7k

genre. smut

🦢◞  including ... illegal street racing, oral ( fem. receiving ), unprotected sex

request. Can I request a biker jeno where the reader is almost ran over by him on a motorcycle and they start knocking into each other from there

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 enjoy it !

❪ masterlist! ❫

being new to the city you weren't aware of the roads you weren't supposed to take; and yeah the road was quiet which was weird, but you didn't question it.

“why didn't you just take a cab?” chaeryoung, your roommate asked , “it's the quickest way to the apartment.” she was right it was the quickest way back to your shared apartment, but being new and all you just wanted to take a look at the city. “night time surely isn't the best time to do that but all right.” she said. “i know but i'm almost home , wait up for me yeah?” she hummed. “okay.”

you hung up; continuing down the road, unbeknownst to you, the street you used wasn't always quiet, in fact it was the loudest street at night and you'd soon find out why.

jeno pulled up to the lot , street full of motorcycles and other people waiting for the show. “you're late.” haechan said. “yeah well i had a class, i couldn't just leave.” he said. “look at you trying to be all studious.” he rolled his eyes at the boy. “where's mark, need to know who im racing today.” haechan pointed to the older boy who was chatting up some girl. “renjun knows ask him.”

“jaemin and some new kid.” renjun told the boy. “new kid is over there, jaemin will probably be your only competition tonight.” he smirked. “jaemin? my competition please?” the other overheard this , his arm was wrapped around one of the many girls who'd come and watch them ride. “you scare jeno lee?” he smirked. “please jaemin when was the first time you've won against me?”

“you wanna bet on it?” jeno didn't really care about money, he loved the thrill of speeding down a road; that doesn't mean he was gonna pass up. “$100?” he shook hands with the boy. “both of you gear up , it's time to hit the road.”

the cheers were loud; the motors from the three motorcycles roared as they waited for mark’s call. “remember be careful, don't die; i won't be the one calling your parent's.” he turned to the scared newbie, turning to jaemin who was too busy making out with a girl to notice; this was gonna be too easy. “jaemin!” jisung another racer called. “i'm ready.” he said putting his helmet on.

“alright you guys ready” mark shouted over the screams, jeno focused on the road. “go!” jeno took off , speeding down the road , this is the part he loved , hitting the gas hard, speeding up down the road that no one ever used; so he wasn't suspecting someone to be crossing the road.

the loud music blasting through your headphones as you came up on the street end of the street; ready to cross the street— maybe you should've looked both ways like you were taught as a young child, or even taken the your headphones off; because if you did you would've heard the motorcycle that's was bolting down the road. stepping out into the street , the only thing finally catching your attention was the light; looking up, the only thing you could brace for was death— but it never came.

he was in the lead; coming up on the turn that would put close to the finish line. the light from his bike was bright so he could see the road in front of him; he didn't even notice you; until he did and it was too late to beep the horn or slow down, your eyes finally connecting with his , you were an actual deer in the headlights, he took a hard right, a quick turn around he saw you on the ground , shocked.

he kept going; he almost hit you and he kept going. turning the corner after almost hitting the pole, you were in shock; quickly standing up out of the street , running across the rest of the street, you were in luck too because two more motorcycles came roaring down the street , turning down the same block.

the shock of almost dying finally wore off; then the pain set in, looking down at your knees , you noticed the blood dripping from it. “that's just great.” you winced— you for sure we're taking a cab home next time, screw trying to see what the city had to offer, clearly it had jerks in leather jackets who were trying to kill you and themselves.

speeding past the line; people cheering for his victory, but he was pissed. the two bikes coming in; he hopped off his bike taking his helmet off, throwing it to the ground in anger. “whoa what fuck is wrong with you?” renjun asked. “why are you so upset you won?” mark asked , jaemin taking his helmet off. “im $100 dollars broke now thank you very much.” he said bitterly. “i almost hit some chick on the street , i fucked up the turn almost hit a pole.” he growled.

“i didn't see a girl.” jaemin said. “you sure it just wasn't an animal?” mark asked. “how many animals you know that are 5 feet and wear dressing.” he picked his helmet up, a large chip in due to him slamming it on the ground. “shit.” he hissed. “don't worry about it right now.” mark comforted the boy. “look, let's just get you a drink and girl, the night is still young and there's many races left , haechan and johnny are racing tonight.”

“haechan and johnny?” he said confused. “haechan thinks he can beat Johnny.” he laughed. “has the last three time not proven anything?” the elder shook his head. “everyone is betting against him , jisung felt bad so he voted for him , he's in for a rude awakening, let's go.” he said , the boy followed behind , completely ready to forget about the girl he almost hit.

…

“i told you to take a cab; you didn't and now look.” chaeryoung said as you walked through the campus; she walked you more so limped, the results of the fall. “how was i supposed to know they do races on that street?” you asked. “um, did the quiet road not imply anything?” she had a point, of course you weren't gonna admit it. “yeah well that doesn't matter, im never walking again.”

“i gave you the money, i still want a rematch though.” jaemin said , jeno scoffed, they were hanging around during break waiting for their classes to start. “you and haechan are gonna go broke trying to prove something.” he laughed. “hey i almost beat johnny last night.” renjun rolled his eyes. “please, he had you by 10 blocks.” jeno laughed at his friend's expense. “you’ll get him next time.” he knew he was lying but who was he to shut down his friends dreams. “i gotta go now.” he checked his phone. “gotta take my bike to the shop and get a new helmet after class.” he stood up , walking away.

“i have a shift today at the store.” you said. “you sure you'll be able to work today, what about your leg?” you nodded. “doyoung let's me sit down so it's fine.” you looked down at your knee, luck just wasn't on your side again because before chaeryoung could call for you to look up, you were bumping against a hard surface. “umph.” chaeryoung caught you before you fell. “jesus do i need to bubble wrap you?”

“you okay?” the voice of the person you bumped into said. “im fine.” you picked up your books that you dropped. “luckily my phone isn't cracked.” you finally looked at him, his eyes widening. “you.”

“yn?” chaeryoung looked at you, with confusion in her eyes. “do i know you?” you asked. “you should i almost killed you last night,” he said folding his arms. “well why are you upset with me? You almost killed me, not the other way around.” you frowned. “why were you on that road in the first place, any smart person knows what's it used for.” was he serious right now? he almost kills you and he's asking questions. “not if they're new to the city which i am.” you shot back. “you don't seem to be hurt, meanwhile my knee is messed up, are you gonna apologize for that?” he scoffed. “are you dead?”

“well no.” you said, he nodded, with a smug smile speaking. “well there's your apology.” was all he said, before he turned on his heel walking away. “what an asshole.” chaeryoung said. “he almost kills you and doesn't have the decency to apologize.” she scoffed. “who even is that?” you asked. “jeno lee, him and his group of degenerate friends do illegal street racing for cash sometimes.” she said. “you've been?” you asked. “absolutely not , i wouldn't be caught dead now there, ryujin, my friend from my class races down there , she's the only girl.” she said. “hot.” you said, she rolled her eyes. “don't let her hear you say that , it will go to her head.”

“everything looks fine, the breaks need tightening though.�� johnny said after looking at his bike. “and you need a new helmet,” he said. “thank you johnny.” he said. “i thought something might've broken, i took a hard turn last night.” he said. “yeah i heard you hit a girl last night.” he scoffed. “i didn't hit her , in fact she has only a scratch.” he said. “you know her?” the elder asked. “not really, apparently she goes to the same university, she bumped into me earlier.”

“clumsily girl, she pretty?” johnny asked with a smirk. “she has a mouth on her.” he grumbled. “not what i asked.” jeno looked at the boy. “she's cute.” he confessed, he could remember your bows in your hair from earlier, he remembers one thing from that night, you had the same ones. “how cute?” johnny smirked , jeno rolled his eyes. “are you gonna fix my breaks today or do i need to call a cab back home?”

“it's not gonna take that long, i can be done in about an hour.” jeno nodded. “thanks so much.” he said , his stomach rumbling. “the convenience store is still open, go get something to eat.” johnny said. “by time you come back it should be done.” jeno nodded. “i’ll be right back.” he said. “bring me back a pack of smokes.” he left out the auto body shop doors.

“is it broken? have you been to the doctors?” doyoung, your boss asked worriedly. “i should've made you get into a cab, you're new here, you don't know your way around.” you laughed. “i'm fine doyoung, just a little pain , it will go away soon, stop worrying so much.” you said. “how can i not , you're one of my best workers, and i only have two.” he said. “and do you see haechan anywhere , i'll die if you leave.” he stressed. “try and stay off it , lord, what am i gonna do with you kids.” he walked to the back, you smiled at your boss.

“what did you get for number 13?” chaeryoung said over the phone, just as the door opened. “hello.” you didn't bother looking up at the person. “it's 12.” you said. “12? i got 2.” she said. “im not sure why— look i have customers we'll finish this later.” you said, “and redo that math, it's not correct.” you hung up, just as a lady and her daughter came up to the register. “hello.” you smiled, the lady looked remorseful. “im sorry my daughter spilled a milk in the isle.” she said the little girl hid behind her mother. “hey sweetie, it's okay.” you grabbed a loli from the counter. “here , my boss won't mind.” you whispered , smiling. “thank you.” she smiled.

“don't worry, i'll clean it up.” you said as they left the store. “thank you so much and im so sorry.” she quickly ushered her child out. “crap.” you stood up a pain shooting through your leg. “ow fuck!” you whispered shouted bending down to fix the bandage. “give me a pack of smokes.” you straighten up, “i need more than that.” you said , finally realizing who it was. “you again?”

he made eye contact with you. “for someone that's new to the city , you surely are everywhere,” he said. “or are you just following me.” he smirked. “yeah, i managed to track where you lived , and got a job within the hours.”

“i don't live around here princess, im getting my bike fixed.” he said , you gulped. “do-dont call me that.” you stuttered. “a pack of smokes please.” he smirked , noticing your red face. “princess.” you turned around, grabbing a random pack of cigarettes. “h-here, give me the money.” you said , taking his bills putting them in register. “did i break your bike?”

“why princess , you feel bad?” he smiled , gosh his smile was so charming. “we-well — it's fine you didn't do anything, bikes need fixing sometimes.” he said. “especially with what i do.” you nodded. “good.” you said , taking in his appearance. “i-i have to clean that milk up.”

he watched you walk away; he noticed you limping to the back, waiting for you to get back with the mop and bucket; feeling bad , he sat his food down, walking over to you. “move back , go sit down.” he grabbed the mop. “i can do it.” you said. “im trying to apologize princess , go sit down.” he said , you limped back to your seat , watching him , he was incredibly fit , his body flexing in his jacket , it made you hot. “the way you're staring at me , someone can come in and steal and you wouldn't even know princess.” he put the mop in the bucket , putting it to the side , turning with a smirk. “i-i wasn't staring.”

“sure.” he said. “you shouldn't walk home.” he said. “why are you and your friends racing?” he scoffed. “because of your leg.” he said. “well im not , i’ll catch a cab.” you said , handing him his food. “here you go.” you said. “let me take you home.” he said. “on your bike?” you asked. “the thing that almost killed me , im fine.”

“i'll go slow.” he said, you thought about it. “you promise?” he looked at you, doe like eyes , much like what he saw that night. “yeah , princess, i'll go as slow as you like, although faster is always better.” the underlying sexual undertones to that made your body tingle. “so is that a yes?” you nodded. “if it's not too much , i get off in an hour.”

“i just have to go pick up my bike, the auto body shop is only around the corner , wait for me outside okay?” you nodded , smiling. “okay.” you said, he returned a smile. “don't miss me too much princess.” he winked before leaving out the store leaving you flustered.

johnny was almost finished by the time he returned back from the store. “what helmets do girl riders use?” he looked through the helmets. “well your head isn't the size of girls , so why are you asking?” johnny asked. “the girl i almost ran into, she works at the convenience store around the corner.” he said , watching the elder smirk. “she hurt her leg, im giving her ride home.”

“you're buying her a helmet.” johnny said. “you haven't seen this girl, she's not getting on without one, and mine is too big, are you gonna help or not?” the boy said. “this one.” johnny handed him a helmet. “it's pink.” jeno said. “trust me.” he shook his head. “fine.” he handed the boy his card. “be careful.” he said. “please i've had girls on my bike before.”

“where's your cab?” doyoung asked closing up the store; he insisted on waiting with you. “i'm not exactly catching a cab.” just as you said that , the roar of a motorcycle came down the street, jeno stopping in front of the store. “doyoung.” he said. “tell johnny he owes me $50 dollars.” johnny nodded. “multiple packs of cigarettes a week , he's costing me my business.” mumbling making you laugh. “come on princess , we gotta go.”

“you're getting on that thing?” doyoung said. “i pay you enough, you should be able to afford a cab.” he said. “he offered.” you said. “i even got her a helmet.” jeno interrupted. “see.” doyoung nodded. “don't go fast , and hold on tight , if you get hurt i can't be stuck with haechan , tell him to call in every once in a while, jeno , i don't pay him to slack off and barely come in.” you waved to doyoung. “see you tomorrow, okay?” you walked over to the boy. “here.”

he handed you a pink helmet with the tag still on. “did you just buy this?” you asked. “no i keep it just in case.” he said sarcastically. “don't worry about that , just put it on and get on.” he said , you put the helmet on , slowly climbing on the back. “okay let's go.” he laughed. “oh princess , you clearly haven't done this before.” he reached back, grabbing your hands. “wh-what?” he wrapped them around his waist. “so you won't fall off.” he said. “tighter baby.” you wish he would stop with those names. “is this tight enough?”

he smirked , taking off; you yelped , your arms locking around his waist. “you jerk!” you shrieked; he felt your head leaning on his back as he flew down the streets of the city.

you peaked your eyes open , seeing the cars and buildings fly by; you fully opened your eyes , slowly sticking your hand out to feel the wind , jeno could see you through the window , he smiled , coming to a stop light. “you like it?” he asked. “can you slow down a bit?” he heard your small voice. “it is pretty though.” you said. “and the wind feels nice.”

the light turned red , signaling him to go. “we’re almost to your dorm , hang on.” he said. “I'll go slower.” he said taking off , a little bit slower , but it was much better , he could feel your arms around his waist as he pulled up in front of your dorm. “we're here princess , you can open your eyes.”

he helped you off the bike , taking the helmet off your head. “that thing is scary.” you said. “how do you ride it all the time?” he smiled. “it's the adrenaline princess , the rush.” he said. “that's what i love about it.” you chewed on your bottom lip. “you know how your bows is your choice of drug?” you pouted , he smiled. “this mines.”

“yours is gonna get yourself hurt.” you said. “you worried about me princess , earlier you were ready to chop my head off.” you folded your arms. “well that's because you didn't apologize, now that you have , and you've been nice to me , i can't help but stress.” you said. “i can handle myself , don't worry that pretty little head,” he said. “go in and ice that knee,” he said. “my name is yn.” you said. “i know princess , i read your nametag,” he said, you scoffed. “bye bye jeno.” you waved him off. “go in princess.” he watched you go inside the dorms , before putting his helmet on , speeding back down the road.

…

“i still can't believe you get on that thing.” chaeryoung said , it had been a week since then , you've seen him a few times , he even gave you a ride home after class. “and with him nonetheless.” you both walked through the campus after class. “you don't know him he's a degenerate yn.” she said. “he is nice and even bought me a helmet.” you said. “oh well then i guess that makes it okay , you hear my sarcasm right.” she scoffed. “he goes slow.” you shrugged. “after i told him to.” you said. “you talking about me, princess?”

you jumped hearing the voice, turning around. “i don't appreciate being called a degenerate.” jeno said. “don't worry, i mean your friends as well.” chaeryoung looked to the boy on his left. “especially you na jaemin.” the boy smirked. “still upset about me not calling you back?” you could see your friend about to snap. “we're gonna go.” you grabbed her hand , turning to walk away.

“there's a show tonight, you should come.” jeno said. “and why would she do that?” chaeryoung said , he looked at you. “princess?” his gaze pierced through your skin, you chewed your bottom lip. “i-i have to work.” you said. “that's okay , it's at night.” he said. “i can pick you up, i still have the helmet” he smirked. “yn?” chaeryoung said. “well i mean ryujin will be there.” you said. “it couldn't hurt, could it?” you shrugged. “i told ryujin i did before going to one of those things.”

“i can give you a ride.” jaemin said with a smirk , she scoffed. “and it looks like i will die before going.” jeno tapped you. “i'll pick you up after work yeah?” you nodded with a smile. “okay.” you said. “chaeryoung you riding with me?” jaemin winked. “i'll take my chances with ryujin , go fuck yourself na jaemin.” she grabbed your hand , dragging you away. “bye bye!” you waved.

“she's cute.” jaemin said once you were out of earshot. “you like her?” he watched his friend stare at you until he could no longer see you. “i'll take that as a yes.” he patted his friend's shoulders. “you bought her a helmet?” jeno slapped his friends hand off of him. “shut up.” he said. “those things are like a hundred dollars, you met her a week ago, are you crazy?” they continued down the campus , as his friend teased him. “haechan is gonna love this.”

“are you crazy?” doyoung asked; he was so confused on how you met jeno when you entered the shop; so you explained to him— and you may have let it slip that you were going to the race. “yn are you trying to stress me out?” he said. “no need to panic.” you said. “no it is , those bikes are not safe, im worried.” he said. “chaeryoung, my friend she's coming with me , i'll be extra safe.” you reassured the man who became like your older brother. “you better , i'll kill jeno if you get hurt.”

“you better go slow while she's on there.” doyoung hounded the boy. “let me see the helmet she's wearing.” you put your hand on his shoulder. “doyoung , please go before someone robs the store.” he said. “be careful.” he said , before walking away. “are you two related?” he asked. “no i told you i'm new to the city.” you said. “then why is he up my ass like you are?” he got off the bike , opening the seat to grab the helmet. “here.” he said , putting the helmet on your head , helping you on to the bike. “arms princess.”

you wrapped your arms around his waist. “you can go faster today.” he smirked. “yeah , you liked the rush yesterday, didn't you?” you slapped his back. “it's okay little adrenaline junkie , i'll go faster.” he put his helmet on. “hold on tighter baby.” he said right before he turned on the motorcycle , the roar of bike making you flinch. “you're okay , i promise , i won't let you get hurt.” he said before speeding off down the street.

you had to admit , the feeling as you both sored down the street sparked a feeling inside you , you actually managed to keep your eyes open , the sun was setting , the pretty colors blurred with the passing cars , jenos sent was calming to , he checked on you every time you stopped , the heart fluttering jester made you smile , he was actually nice.

he slowed down as you came up on the empty street. “hey this is where you almost killed me.” he scoffed , “but i didn't did i princess?” you nodded. “i guess.” you said. “i haven't harmed you yet, have i?” he said , you started to hear more bikes. “no.” you said. “and i won't , i promise.” he said , you began to see people , a lot of people. “we're here,” he said.

he helped you off the bike , taking your helmet off. “it's loud here , how don't people catch you?” you asked. “luck.” he said, fixing your hair , you blushed. “well would you look at this?” you heard a voice. “when jaemin told me you were bringing someone , i thought he was joking , the bastard was right.”

“that's haechan.” jeno said, “you are the cutest thing.” he held his hand out. “h-hi.” you took it , shaking , making the man in front of you jealous , he pushed it aside , glaring at the boy. “your friend is over there , let me go get checked in and i'll bring you a drink , okay?” you nodded , walking away. “you bought her a helmet?” haechan said. “jaemin said you only knew her for a day.” haechan laughed. “you like her?” they made their way over to the check in. “what does it matter to you?”

“you wanna bet on her?” he said , jeno turned to the boy. “what the fuck do you mean by that?” he questioned. “you know what i mean , don't be dumb.” the other boy smirked. “you win , she's yours , i win — finish that sentence i dare you.” mark noticed the two , stepping in. “hey you know the rules , no fist fighting, you wanna go you use the bikes.” he said.

“what do you say jeno?” jeno scoffed. “you know you can't beat me haechan.” haechan shrugged. “a cutie like that gives me all the motivation i need.” jeno was about to lunge at the boy when jaemin stopped him. “you know he's just trying to get in your head.” the boy said. “you want race lee , let's do it.”

“this is ryujin , she's racing tonight.” chaeryoung said. “really?” you said. “who?” you questioned. “me princess.” jeno handed you a drink. “princess? didn't think you were the relationship type lee.” ryujin said , chaeryoung scoffed. “because he isn't. “who said that?” he said looking at you , your heart pounded. “well loverboy who else is racing?” ryujin asked. “haechan.” her eyebrows furrowing. “okay , you, i understand , you're competition , but hyuck , he lost to jisung.”

“haechan wanted to race me.” he said. “why?” you asked , looking at him with those doe eyes again. “because he has a humiliation kink princess , don't worry,” he said. “well be careful.” you said. “i will.” his hand coming up to your cheek , pinching it , making you giggle. “come on lover boy the show is about to start.” ryujin said. “wait for me at the finish line, yeah?” you nodded. “okay.”

“what was all that about?” chaeryoung asked. “met you only a week and he's already smitten , you got some type of love spell perfume on?” you laughed. “no.” you said , smiling to yourself. “well i see the feelings are mutual , all i say is be careful and be safe.” she said , you nodded. “racers at the mark.”

jeno kept his eyes on you , you waved at him ; he laughed, waving back. “don't let her soften you up lee , i might actually win and take her from.” haechan said , pulling down the shield of his helmet, jeno grunted , pulling his shield down. “ignore him.” ryujin said. “we both know he'll be coming in last.” “racers are you ready?” renjun yelled over the cheers. “don't die.” jeno put his foot on the gas. “please be careful.” you crossed your fingers. “go!” you saw smoke as the racers took off.

“she better be careful.” chaeryoung said , as you waited , you bit your lip nervously. “don't worry, he knows what he's doing.” she reassured you. “i guess.” you said , knowing the boy only a week , you still couldn't help but worry. “he better be.” you bit your fingers. “i hope he is.”

jeno could feel haechan at his side; he sped up , the boys words ringing in his ear, it pissed him off , making him speed up more , your voice in his head as well. “slow down.” was all he heard. “slow down.” he couldn't now , he could see the finish line , where you waited for him , all he had to do was cross the finish line.

“here they come!” someone yelled out , you both ran to the finish line. “oh i can't look.” you said , chaeryoung held your hand , as the bikes came into view. “oh it's him!” you cheered. “he's winning.” you jumped , clapping. he came speeding down the street , and past the line , everyone was cheering , as the other racers drove in.

once he sped past the line , he stopped taking his helmet off , people cheering his name , but he didn't care about that , his mind was on one thing— one person, you. he saw you in a crowd of people , you were searching for him , your eyes finding his. “jeno!” you shouted , running over to him. “you won!”

that was all you could say before his lips were smashing against yours , he held your face , lips moving. “let's get out of here.” he pressed his forehead against yours. “now.” only giving you time to say goodbye to chaeryoung , putting your helmet on and helping you on to his bike. “where are we going?” you asked , the look in his eyes made shivers run down your spine. “mine.”

you couldn't even remember the ride to jenos with how fast he was going; his need for you at the moment was strong , that's why he was taking you to his , he was closer , the closer he was the quicker he could feel you.

pulling up to his apartment complex; parking right in front of it. “come on princess.” he helped you off the bike, taking the helmet off. “let's go up.” he said , his hand low on your back , “you must want me as much as i want you.” he cornered you in the elevator. “you didn't hesitate to get on the bike when i said i was taking you back to mines.” his body covered yours , you looked up at him with wide eyes. “don't look at me like that , it makes me want to ruin you even more.”

it was fair game once he got you into his apartment; he wasted no time , picking you up , wrapping your legs against his waist , pinning you against the wall. “je-jeno.” you moaned , his hand coming up to your neck. “you like this?” he squeezed a little , a whimper falling from your pretty lips. “keep on making those pretty noises baby , makes me want to fuck you right here against this wall.” he growled. “pl-please.”

“no baby , im gonna fuck you right in my bed.” he said , lowering you down , sinking down to his knees. “but i am gonna eat this pretty little pussy right here.” you bit your lip as lifted your dress , dipping his head under , you felt him pulling your panties to the side , kissing your clit. “fu-fuck jeno.” you moaned , as he licked up your cunt. “oh my god.” you gasped.

you grabbed his hair , grinding down on his face, he moaned against your folds , his nose bumping your clit , his hands pinning your waist down to the wall , he was in heaven , this was better than anything he ever felt in his life — maybe even racing. “je-jeno im gonna cum.’ you moaned. “im cumming !” he held you up , your body toppling over as you came hard around his tongue.

he emerged from under your shirt , a smile on his face , his lips covered in your juices. “you taste so good baby.” he said breathlessly. “like fucking candy.” you whimpered; he really couldn't hold himself back anymore , he lifted you back up , taking you right to his room , throwing you on to his bed. “gotta feel you around me.” he rid himself of his own clothes ,before joining you in the bed. “gonna stretch this pretty pussy with my fat cock baby.”

slotting himself in between your legs. “you want it baby?” he dragged his cock along your folds, his mushroom tip catching your clit , making you twitch with need. “pl-please jeno i need it.” you whimpered , whimper turning into a full blow moan as you felt his tip entering your needy hole. “ oh fuck princess.” he groaned as he fully bottomed out. “your tiny cunt is sucking me in.” he hissed.

“pl-please move.” you ran your fingers down his abs as he began to move. “f-faster.” he cursed , moving at your wishes. “fuck princess , your pussy is magic.” his cock dragging along your walls. “so-so big.” you moaned , “yeah princess , but you're taking me so well -fuck- so fucking well.”

you let out a pornographic moan as he began to plow into your , folding your legs , hitting a deeper angle. “fuck baby , you got tighter.” he growled in your ear. “you gonna cum?” you moaned. “you gonna cum all over my cock?” you nodded dumbly. “ye-yes.”

his cock twitching inside you; he groaned. “fuck I'm gonna cum , want me to cum inside you?” he moaned. “flood your tiny cunt with my cum?” you nodded. “please , please cum inside me.” his hand tangled up in your hair , bringing his mouth to your ears. “cum for me.”

you gasped cumming around him. “shit.” he cursed. “i'm gonna cum.” he growled. “gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.” was the last thing he said before you felt the warmth of his cum emptying inside you. “fuck.” he groaned , his cock slipping out of you. “you felt so good, princess.” he leaned in , kissing you. “so fucking good.”

“i was worried.” you said , your chin resting on his neck chest. “i told you not to , i know what im doing.” he said. “you're such an adrenaline junkie and haechan seemed to make you really upset, how was i supposed to know?” you pouted. “just learn to slow down sometimes okay?”

“i’ll learn to go slow if you keep coming to my races?” he said , you nodded. “fine.” he smiled. “you're so cute, you know that princess?” you smiled. “but you're not that innocent you know , you're a little adrenaline junkie too , i saw you in my mirror on the way here.” he flipped you over. “it's okay though baby.”

“your my little adrenaline junkie.”

©LUVYENI

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how are you gonna leave us like that again w/ perv!art & patrick again 😭😭 pleaseee another part!!

the flash of patrick's phone camera hurts your eyes. your lips are bitten, red like summer cherries, sore and swollen. but you blink at the intrusive force. your tongue swirls around the head of their cocks.

you should be disgusted by this. you should bite their fucking dicks off and scream at them. but you don't. maybe it's the thrill of not knowing what their plan is. not knowing how fucking sick they are. would they share it with their friends? with a perverted little chat forum they are admin on?

it would be a bad move, given what you know about them. what they share with each other, more than willingly. awaiting the other's pleasure as if it were their own. a mutualistic, sick relationship that is likely fueled by an unknowing third party. but know you know. and you stayed.

patrick and art--to you, and to most people who knew of them--do not seem exactly innocent. they have that inherent sexuality programmed in young men their age. but they go to stanford on full-ride scholarships. they play good matches in tennis and get decent enough grades. they stay out of trouble and listen to their coaches.

but they like that their perversion lays right beneath a thin veil. that sometimes, that veil sways in the wind and then their secret is subtly revealed. a nudge to each other when a female teammate's skirt flies up, batting their eyelashes to girls at bars and telling them they are still virgins. acting innocent, needing guidance.

"you think you can take a video of this?" you ask, maintaining eye contact not with them, but with the camera. you stroke their cocks slowly, run your thumbs over their aching tips and watch as patrick's hand grows shaky.

"i am, aren't i?"

art looks confused; for once he isn't in on the plan. he has no idea what patrick has up his sleeve, what the end goal is.

"you want everyone to know what fucking freaks you guys are? sending perverted texts about unsuspecting girls? that you cum thinking about each other, touch each other?"

patrick groans. he reaches down and touches both of their cocks. a ring of your spit, tinged pink from your lipstick soaks his hand, making the scene sound pornographic. it is pornographic in every sense of the word.

"and aren't you a freak too? for liking this? watching me and artie push our dicks together? making you fucking take us down your throat?"

art follows in patrick's lead. rubs the sensitive tip of his cock over your lips. he revels in how soft they are. how you moan at his length, the desperate color, how heavy he is.

"maybe the whole school should know how easy you are. i think me and art would be seen as legends if this got out. you, not so much." patrick is exploiting your fear. knows the sick double standard of being a woman. and he's getting off on it.

you don't know if you believe him. in one sense, art and patrick have revealed that they don't think rationally, not when their dicks are hard and there's a pretty girl to win over and get on top of. but he's right--a leaked video for two D1 athletes with so much prestige and privilege would maybe make waves for a week or two until the next best wind of gossip comes out.

art smoothes your hair back. feeds his cock into your mouth. "maybe if she's a good girl and makes us feel good we won't do it. little fucking whore." he fucks your throat. looking up at him, he looks much, much taller. his abs are slick with sweat; his balls heavy near your chin. and the boy who was stumbling on his words, humiliated at what you found on his phone is gone. a figment of your imagination. a pretend part he played to lure you in, to make you think it was just an accident, that boys are boys and he didn't mean to. he can manipulate with those eyes and he knows it.

patrick knows it. so patrick and art planned this. when art talked about the pretty girl in his class, they knew it would be easy to get close to you. just enough to where you knew of him, but not too close to where feelings could get involved or things could get messy. art pretended to need help with studying. and patrick inserted himself. came home late that night and introduced himself. they saw how your pupils grew when you saw the two of them together. they did with every girl. so art continued with the innocent, naive facade. gained your trust and took you away from the rest of the party.

"it's getting late." he told you. you had come with him, so you told him you would leave when he did. you didn't know anyone else as much as you knew him.

when you were charging your phone at your apartment while you got ready, art unplugged it. and patrick texted at just the time art said he would leave with you. texted and kept texting, over and over for good measure. and he sent a video, that if you had paid attention to the background, had art's legs next to patrick's.

you realize, with art's cock in the back of your throat, that they don't want to release this to anyone. of course they don't. but they want to use you, scare you, take control of you. they want you to perform for them, and they want it on video. they do this all the time.

you'll play along. it's not like they aren't fucking perfect, towering over you and petting your hair. calling you a little slut and taking turns pushing their cocks between your lips, passing patrick's camera back and forth, back and forth.

"get on the bed." patrick orders. "i'm gonna hand you my camera and you're gonna film it so we can see your pretty face and us fucking you. is that okay?"

you take his phone from him and nod, obediently. "yes." you realize he wants you on your stomach; that would be the only way they could see all of you, if you flipped the camera.

"can't decide if i want her pussy or her ass." art spanks you, squeezing your ass as the sting lingers. you yelp; your back arches. they laugh at you.

patrick leans forward. lets a long string of spit fall from his mouth onto your tiny little asshole. "i want her here." his thumb rubs at the entrance and you gasp as he pushes it in. "is that okay princess? if i fuck you here?"

you nod. you're embarrassed of how wet you are. they don't know yet. but art pushes two fingers inside, easily. the slick squelch of your pussy sucking him in, begging for more, makes both art and patrick groan.

"god she's fucking soaked. knew she was a dumb little whore. she likes all of this. i dont think it will be enough if just one of us fucks her at a time."

you look back at them; your cheeks are red. tears sting the corners of your eyes and stain your face and you're so desperate for them but you won't beg for them. you don't realize that the furrow of your brows, the way your body preens for them, arches.

"you want me to fuck your ass while art fucks your tight little cunt?" patrick yanks your hair back. makes eye contact with the camera. you nod fervently.

patrick sucks his teeth. "oh, sweetheart you're gonna have to use your words."

"please fuck me--want you both. want it so bad."

art lays down, has you get on top of him. you sink down on him slowly. his fingers dig into your ass as a low, gravelly moan emits from the depth of his throat. "fuck." art takes the phone from you, props it on the lamp on his nightstand. "want everyone to see you fucking yourself on me. how much of a filthy fucking girl you are." he pushes the back of your head so your lips meet his, and he kisses you sloppily, tongue swiping the inside of your mouth, spit dripping down your chins, moans vibrating the back of your throats. he's so big, stretching you out. his balls slap against your ass as he forgets what he just said and fucks into you instead, his arm muscles rippling as he grasps onto you.

and they mock your moans and whimpers. patrick uses the wetness from your cunt and rubs it on your hole. chuckles as you arch your back so he can push a finger in, and then another. you wince at the intrusion, but it feels amazing, having them inside you, begging for you, needing more and more and that still never being enough.

"ever been fucked here?" patrick asks. you feel his cock lining up with your ass.

you say no.

"hear that artie? she's letting a perv like me fuck her here first."

art stops fucking you to watch patrick fill you up, his own cock gripped by your aching cunt. the boys revel in being inside you, together. and they match a rhythm, starting out slow and meticulous. art fucks into you again from beneath you, pushes his hand against your lower stomach. "so fucking deep."

patrick is animalistic, fucking you with the sole purpose of making himself cum. you're a vice around his cock. and it hurts in the best way possible.

you're all loud. there's nobody to hide it from. and you all forget about the camera.

"hit me. fucking hit me please." you beg them. they smirk at each other.

"want me to fucking slap you?" art squishes your cheeks and you nod, your nails scratching into his chest, his abs, his neck. he does it. and patrick spanks you. the way they use you, the way art reaches down to rub your clit in tight little circles--it makes you cum. makes you spasm and yell their names and gush around them.

they pull out and cum on your tongue, like they planned to all along. and they assure you they won't share the video. they'll just add it to their collection.

you leave and they kiss your forehead.

a week later you're at a bar. you see patrick talking to a pretty girl, pointing to a dejected-looking art in the corner. patrick sees you, smiles, and holds a finger to his lips.

[thedragonkween]

King Baldwin IV Headcanons! ♔🤍♕

A/N: So, here we are. I could not resist this mysterious and tormented king's charm. His silky voice makes me dream! These are some headcanons I've collected off the top of my head. The Reader is implied to be female and married to Baldwin IV. Please, do feel free to hit my inbox to ramble about our king because I'm literally dying of pining and yearning.

tags: female!reader x baldwin iv of jerusalem (from kingdom of heaven); reader is married to baldwin iv of jerusalem; fluff; slight angst towards the end

wc: 1150k

reccomended songs to listen to while reading: "Summertime Sadness" by Hildegard von Blingin; "Right Here" by Ashes Remain; "Blood, Sweat, Tears" by BTS (orchestral version)

"Many are the tales of the King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem and of his Queen. Despite the varying accounts of their deeds, each one of them agrees on one aspect: the King of Jerusalem loved his Queen dearly, and the world is richer for it".

Baldwin IV is mysterious, intense, valiant, noble and utterly devoted to you, his Queen. But what does this devotion look like?

Firstly, he would believe in you like no other and would always be ready to give you his best advice whenever the weight of your responsibility becomes too much. Foreign rulers would soon learn of your qualities - there would hardly be a piece of correspondence where the King of Jerusalem does not praise the intellect and insight of his dear wife. He would glance at you from time to time, while you both work at your desks sharing the burden of paperwork, silently thanking God for having sent him not only a beautiful, but reliable life companion as well.

He values your opinions greatly and has the utmost regard for your views on political, military and state matters. Disagreements happen, yet your overall values are aligned, which is why Baldwin understands your vision and where your point comes from. During the discussions regarding complex decisions, he would let you speak and explain, then he would offer his honest thoughts on the matter, should he see another, different way from yours. 

Playing chess is a favorite way of spending quality time together in your chambers, away from the chaos of the court. If you know how to play and are proficient at it, he would delight in the thrill of challenge, as he would finally have found a true equal. If you do not know how to play, he would teach you with patience, taking pride whenever you make an unexpected and astute move. He would be such a nerd while he explains the rules to you and would be delighted to see how your mind works when devising a plan.

"Congratulations, dove. You have a checkmate."

I can also see Baldwin taking you on long rides, if his health allows it. He would sweetly check the reins and saddle on your horse before mounting on his steed and leading you away to enjoy the cool early morning breeze, before the heat of Jerusalem becomes too sweltering. You would have a nice and secluded spot to enjoy and to pretend that you are a couple of young lovers without responsibilities and crowns weighing on your heads.

Your presence brings him safety and comfort, which is what would convince him to remove his mask when he is alone with you and the physicians. He would especially love to rest his head on your la as you gently caress his curls while the physicians tend to his skin. It is a sacred moment. He does not know how he went so long without your presence during this delicate time. Speaking softly to each other, you would distract him from the pain with talk of your hometown, fairy tales from your culture, or even simply reflecting on a happening of that day. On these occasions, you learn how to best take care of him, watching the physician tend to his arm while you tend to the other, delicately dabbing the cloth over his wounded skin. Baldwin feels so protected and safe in your presence. He thinks you are God’s greatest gift to him.

Now, jealousy. Baldwin knows he boasts the honor of having an exquisite flower such as yourself to call his own. As do powerful men and courtiers from distant lands. Many covet your loveliness as one would a precious gem. Should one of these foolish people try to take you from him or even stare at you for too long to be considered proper, they would be met with a pure force to be reckoned with. Should a knight’s eye linger on you for too long, he would be quick to put him in place in his signature glacial, elegant way. Before long, everyone learns not to disrespect the Queen consort of Jerusalem.

“Perhaps you would have understood my point, had you not been so insolently ogling my wife”. He takes out his whip. “On your knees. You will pay for insulting the Queen”.

He would protect you with his life. He swore to protect Jerusalem and, as its Queen, that includes first of all you. Should a courtier doubt your devotion and mistake it for thirst for power, or should he learn of an orchestrated attempt on your life, he would waste no time in employing his best forces in your service to defend you.

His enemies and templars alike fear him, yet with you he is as gentle as the morning breeze that gently caresses Jerusalem. This powerful king who makes armies tremble and kingdoms shake is the same person who holds and kisses your hand (when in public, bringing your fingers to the lips of his mask), who silently admires your loveliness from afar and sighs to himself, who longs for your warmth after a tiring day. 

He would write you letters. Lots of them. And not always when he is away. Maybe he just liked the way the sun reflected in your eyes that morning. Or maybe when you helped a servant, he was moved by your kindness. Your every action inspires him, so much so that he has to let out his thoughts on paper. You have a pretty wooden box brimming with delicate papers penned by Baldwin in your honor. He is not only the King of Jerusalem, but also the king of pining, of yearning. Even when he has you near, he yearns for you.

I love to imagine him letting you accompany him to battle. He would love it too, in theory. You make him so strong, the both of you would be quite the sight, meeting your enemies head on, as one, donning your best armors. Yet, at the same time I cannot imagine him resting easy knowing that a loose arrow, a desperate soldier seeking glory for killing the Queen of Jerusalem, or fatigue and sickness could take you from him. It pains his heart to be parted from you, yet he cannot risk your safety. Instead, Baldwin would trust you with ruling the kingdom. He has absolute faith in your intelligence, willpower and cleverness, especially after all he has taught you about running the realm. He longs for you every second he’s away from Jerusalem, yet his heart is at peace knowing his kingdom is in the most capable hands.

When he feels that his time on this Earth is nearing his end, he calls for his most trusted advisors, including Balian and Tiberias. He would ask them, almost begging, to protect you always, at all costs, when he is no longer there to do so. Balian and Tiberias would exchange a quick glance to each other, vowing to respect their King’s wish until the very end.

“Protect her. Please.” “Always, my Lord”.

Poems, songs and stories would be written in honor of your love even centuries after your passing. Many tales would speak of Baldwin IV of Jerusalem and his Queen. Different pieces of art, such as paintings and ballads, would inspire people from all over the world to find a love as devoted and unshakable as yours. Until the very end.

All in all, to love Baldwin means knowing your time together is limited. As is the time of all creatures on Earth. He would beg you to go on after his passing, to live for him. He shall wait for you and protect you from above. Until the very end.

[latenightdaydreams]

Vamp! Reader and Human! Konig? :3 Riding him while drinking his blood hehe

yesssss

König x Vamp!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, blood, p in v

1.4k word count

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Since König retired from the military, he’s been seeking new thrills in life. Horangi told him about a ‘vampire’ club in the heart of Budapest. This piqued his interest; he took the almost three-hour drive one night and went looking for the hidden door to the underground club.

Dressed in black slacks and a black button-down shirt, his blonde hair slicked back and face shaved clean. König walks with a confident swagger as he sees a group of goth men walking down an alleyway. He follows behind at a safe distance. They arrive as a staircase that leads to a red door.

König approaches as the bouncer looks up at König, smiling at him, exposing fangs. König’s scarred face remains stoic.

“Have fun, handsome.”

König nods and enters the club. The music was loud and the lights low. He walks through the crowd of people to see a man sitting at a booth with two goth aesthetic women at his sides. His shirt was ripped open and their mouths were patched to his neck and chest. König lingered for a moment to realize what he was seeing. Small drops of blood drip from their lips as their hands explore the man’s body.

He turns and bumps right into you. You stare up at him and smile, flashing fangs as your eye’s onyx black. König studies you, trying to take in everything he can about you. There is something that is just calling him to you. His mouth drops open to speak, yet nothing comes out.

“You look like a lost puppy.” The sound of your voice is smooth and sensual.

“Your fangs look real…how do you do that?”

A soft giggle leaves your lips as you raise a hand to caress his arms. “They are real.” He reeks of sexual tension, lustful thoughts clouding his mind.

König laughs, his blue eyes trailing from your eyes down to your lips and cleavage. The tight black dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. “So, you’re an actual vampire?”

“What? You don’t believe in vampires?” Your icy hands meet his.

“It’s just…hard to believe.” He looks at your small hand in his. Your skin is ice cold.

Another woman walks by with two marks on her neck, fresh blood trickling down as she’s led to the back by a taller male. “Are you all vampires?”

“Most, other than the donors that come.” You can smell how sweet König’s blood smells as you stay close to him.

“Donors?”

“Humans that give blood to vampires willingly… isn’t that why you’re here?”

“I—” König gazes down at you. “Yes.”

“So, what’s your name?”

“König. You?”

“Y/N.” You grab his hand and walk in the direction the couple before was.

König lets you drag him, following you without hesitation, as if you’ve hypnotized him. You move past a red velvet curtain that leads to a long hallway of rooms. Moans and grunts can be heard from behind the doors. He can feel adrenaline rush through his body as you turn and open one of the doors.

Inside, the room looks like a motel room, a small couch and a queen size bed. He walks in and looks around. The lights in the room give a red hue to everything around. König hears the sound of the door's latch closing. He turns and looks at you, eyes trailing down your body.

“So, what do we do from here?” His voice is low, cracking as he feels an indescribable lust for you.

“I think you know…” you reach behind your back and begin to unzip your dress, “what we do next.” Your dress slowly peels away from your body.

König swallows hard as he sees your full breasts, supple body, and delicate curves. He can feel his pants tighten as his cock hardens. You walk to him, grasping his cock through his pants. A shuttered breath leaves his lips.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable?”

König nods, his hands begin to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, only unbuttoning it half way down before he begins to undo his pants for you. You push him back; he lands on the couch behind him. You’re surprisingly strong for how small you are. It arouses König.

His erect cock free, standing upright as his pants rest around his thighs. König reaches out to grab your hip with one hand, guiding you to him. You can hear the sound of his heart beating quickly, his blood flowing through his veins quickly.

You straddle his waist, your vagina lingering over his cock. His smell overwhelms your senses, you just want to bite down on him. A small moan leaves your lips as König leans forward and flicks his tongue over your nipple lightly, eager to please you and be pleased.

“You smell…so sweet König.” You grab some of his hair and pull his head back.

König looks up and sees your black eyes now tinted red, slowly lightening. He looks at you in amazement, always thinking the supernatural was false. Your pillowy lips press against his in a passionate kiss. He groans into your kiss as his hands pull you down to his cock.

The tip slips in, causing you to moan. Your cunt clenched around him, warm and soaked, ready to accept his cock. His hips thrusting up into you more, he feels as if he’s been overcome with lust. He can’t control himself. He has to have you.

König easily fell under your spell. Your eyes red from hunger. Hands resting on his chest as you bounce your body up and down on his fat dick. You can feel his pulse through your palm on him. It’s becoming too much to ignore.

His hands wrap firmly around your ass, guiding you through the motions. König’s eyes close and his head drops back, completely exposing his neck to you. There is no more holding back.

You lean forward slowly, listening to König’s moans. Your teeth come out, aching to sink into his flesh. Lips touching the left side of his neck, you sink your teeth into him. A loud groan leaves his mouth. König leans his head more to the right to allow you more room.

His blood fills your mouth, your eyes flutter back as the warm coppery taste of his blood consumes you completely. König’s fingers grip your ass tighter, thrusting up into you harder. The pain from the bite, your tiny whimpers into his skin…he feels a raw primal lust for you.

“Fuck, y/n…” König grits his teeth as his big arms wrap around your body and hold you close to him. The plopping sound of your ass slamming down on him.

Retracting your fangs from his neck, you pull away and lick the blood that continues to drip out. Your now warm lips kiss up to his jawline, leading to his lips. König can taste his own blood on your lips.

“More.” He begs, the feelings of you drinking him is almost enough to bring him to orgasm in itself. His cock slipping in and out of your velvety cunt, he’s found heaven on earth here with you.

You trail your kiss back down his neck, without warning you bite down again. A louder groan leaves König’s lips. Your hips begin to rock on his cock, his hands drop to his side and lets you drink from him and ride him.

König feels as if he’s entered a trance-like state. His cock experiencing the highest form of ecstasy, traveling through his body. You feel a rush of energy, your hips moving faster than humanly possible on him. He can feel his blood dripping down his body, your fangs deep inside of him.

“Y/n…I…” König can’t even speak as his hands grab the cushions of the couch tightly. A haze comes out his thoughts as he feels light headed. No more words, only moans leave König’s lips as his cock pulsates deep inside of you.

Your lips stay latched to his neck; his arms wrap around you as he cums. Reluctantly, you pull your head away from his neck. You desperately lick at the sweet drops that continue to pour out, dripping down his chest.

“You taste perfect, König.”

“You…” König can’t even speak after experiencing you. Can a human experience even compare after you?

A cold hand caresses the side of König’s face. His chest rising and falling quickly. He looks at you through half lidded eyes, completely enamored. “Can…can we do this again?” He almost begs.

“Absolutely.” Your hands cup the sides of his face. “You know where to find me.”

“I don’t think I can be without you…” König whispers as his eyes trail down to your blood-stained lips.

[occamstfs]

Chauffeur Swap

Another epistolary TF ! Cocky office worker to an equally cocky gym bro, trait swap + IQ Drain aplenty -Occam

Monday May 6th

Morning 

I’m beyond thrilled that I’m finally being looked at for a promotion. I’ve worked my ass off for this company ever since I graduated and I am not going to let this chance slip through my fingers. It’s such a good gig, in the week leading up to them filling the position they’re letting us use the company’s chauffeurs as just one little hint of the luxury this promotion will afford us.

At least, that’s what I thought before my driver arrived to pick me up and I saw what a slob of a man my driver was! I mean my word! I thought it was a prank or something else untoward! I’m sure he could tell too, I could not muster even a shy smile, nothing to do but grimace. God and that was before I got in! He must have just been an Uber hired or something because it smelled like a locker room in there! Truly vile!

God willing this is a one off occurrence, hate to get the oaf in trouble. Though judging by the state of his hygiene though he clearly needs to be taught a lesson somehow! I mean even with this job I couldn't afford to buy cologne enough to hide that stink- perhaps some dog-strength febreze- Ha!

Evening

Godddd fuck! The last thing I needed after such a stressful day was to be greeted by that animal’s face- worse yet, his SCENT! I underestimated just how grueling this interview charade would be. It is just one final hurdle to the big leagues though. I will leave petty contrivances like suffering through this unpleasant car ride behind.

Just to make the time pass with greater speed I put forth some small talk. Not like I could hold my breath near long enough to make a difference, and it couldn’t hurt to vent about what a hassle the day had been hm? After this though he started talking about himself and fwoh- could I not care less about whatever surely protein-fart based drivel or beer-brained diatribe he launched into. 

Perhaps this is unfair, I did not deign to listen to him. So perhaps he’s better than he seems. But who could blame me, sitting in that car was punishment enough to earn me tuning him out. And! And! For him to have the benefit of the doubt surely he could at least wear deodorant! Hm. Unless he is trying? God that would be depressing, to be so, ugh- I continue to hold out hope I never see him again

Tuesday May 7th

Morning

Mm, I simply must develop a better poker face if I am to continue to suffer in this odor for the week, god forbid even longer- I have prepared accordingly however, yesterday no one mentioned it at work but I swear I kept smelling it, him, all day? Same when I got home, just everytime I calmed down from work bam! I smelled this horrid car ride. I am bringing my cologne to work with me, I plan to put it at lest once more when I arrive at work.

It’s just, Why is this my problem right! I don’t know what his problem is, but I don’t see why I have to suffer because of it right? I should not have to deal with someone like this, he’s supposed to be working for me. I uh, it’s not like I think I’m better than him I just, well I am better than him. Hm, I lost my train of thought. 

Ugh, I keep spacing out today- I’m sure it has to do with my twice-daily rides with, hm. I don’t even know his name. It’s? You know I don’t care. I just need to take it easy, I’m not letting this fucking dude-bro pitstain of a man bother me this much! I’m getting my bag and he is not worth a second further of my, uh, attention.

Evening

I have a headache and I don’t know how it is his fault but it has to be. This whole thing is setting me on edge, I need to chill about Ben. That’s right Ben! I got his name, I actually told him about my headache and he told me that he usually meditates to clear his mind- which crazy that someone so, despite all appearances, mindful treats his body like a sty but- Well not a sty I suppose, or at the very least a well built one- 

Ah, that’s not quite appropriate is it. God he is hot though. Honestly sitting there just breathing in his, uh, scent, helped with the headache. Wait no, it was the meditation, God, why can I not stop thinking of his fucking B.o. My headache was gone but now I feel I’m beginning to run a fever, or at the very least I need to turn down the AC or something-

Better not affect my work tomorrow.

Wednesday May 8th

Morning 

Not gonna be a good one. I fucking woke up late which ive literally never done before! I barely got myself up and ready in time and didn’t realize until the car but I didn’t bring my cologne with me. It turned out to be the least of my problems however as when I got in his car I fully spilled my coffee all over the backseat. Hopefully this will mask his putridity because I now have to sit in the front with him for the ride.

He must know. He has to know it has to be some kinda sick, uh, fetish or something. Its untendable untenable. god get your shit together Jacob. Its so hard to focus on anything else now that Im sitting right by him. I need to talk to someone about this, fuck its like hes exposing his pits on purpose. He wants me to stare at him, i bet. Bet he gets some sort of sick rise out of me. Im sure him and all the other chauffeurs probably get together and jack off about how repulsive and, uh, strong they all are.

God Fuck! Get me out of this car im losing my mind! Need to, ill just get some work done on the commute, should help i think. God its getting hot in here again or something, so help me if this fucker starts actively sweating im gonna lose it

Evening

i just couldnt get anything done today i dont know what was fucking up dude? it was just so hot in there and i mustve forgotten to put deodorant on this morning, people kept complaining but i didnt even notice? i guess i was sweating more than usual, but like, it was so hot in that office and my clothes felt weird, tight almost. As if tho, lol im sure no one even really noticed that i was off.

OH speaking of, Ben really put himself together on the ride home today. He was wearing a button up and everything, must have seen how nice im living and got his shit together! Maybe ive been to hard on the douche? nah car still smelled like shit haha! Or i think it did? didnt really notice it until like halfway thru?

Fuck my clothes are so tight all of a sudden, godd its so hot actually. I look fucking huge in this tiny little monkey suit- almost like Benjamin ha- as if id stoop so low, even if i started getting massive not like id be dum enough to be on his level lol

Thursday May 9th

Morning

Fuckin couldnt find ANYTHING this morning dude! it was like someone came in and took or hid everything i need for work today. ended up having to just fuckin leave for the car without a suit jacket- pretty sure ive got an extra in my office tho so were chill there. mm probably shouldve shaved tho lol

Oh yeah the files! i had some reports that i needed to bring in but totally couldnt find them! Turns out benjamin had them the whole time it was weird, guess i left them last night. but he was like such an ass about it, like he knows anything though the uh, jock, jerk uh. hes actually dressed better than me rn isnt he. Finally threw on a dress shirt, surely inspired by me haha- pulling it off quite well too, his chest hair peaking up through mm-

Fuckkk dude my cocks kinda getting hard looking at him, starting to smell musty in the car too, wait oh shit i didnt even notice that it didnt reek when i got in! weird that its starting to stink now tho whats up with that, looks like hes finally noticing tho ha! its nice to see him finally react to how bad my uh, no how I GOD, how bad fuckin’ he stinks obviously. whatever, ive got more important stuff to think about.

Evening 

okay work was like, not fuckin chill today. idk what was up but like, every little thing i did today just wasnt good enough apparently like okay?? you know me, if something seems off clearly, fucking OBVIOUSLY it uh, i? god my head just keeps going blank i dont get it, im just. Huh, kinda smells like Ben all of a sudden, oh fuck lol my pits have completely sweat through my shirt-

None of this matters anyway though bro! Because i just had the BEST sesh with Ben after work!! honestly the work shit doesnt even bother me, shouldve seen me its like i am a natural at this shit i was getting a pump like ive done it a hundred times. im sure it smelled like a locker room on the ride home lol

OH! I didnt even say, it was all ben’s idea!!! he said the gym always helps him when uh, things get too hard to think about and fuckk bro hes so right. hes so, lol i almost said hes so smart- he definitely knows how to work out though, he kept helping me with my technique but im prety sure he just wanted an excuse to touch me- 

not that im complaining LMAO- every time he did it was like i felt myself getting stronger, and less worried about all those yes-man suit fuckers! hed adjust my arms and i would feel my biceps just suddenly pump larger, hed bump his hands into my pecs while spotting me and theyd just force the bar up even faster, wish hed just go ahead and grab my cock lol

theres time yet too- gonna crash at his place tonight! hopefully ill get to see him put his magic fingers and tight body to use cause fuck bro idk if it was the pump or what but i dont think my balls have ever been this blue, like any time i try to think about, oh ughh, work i just. mm everything in my body just begs me to fucking blow a load- 

Friday May 10th

Morning

fucker just went to bed early- got me all riled up and then i had to jack off alone. felt way better than usual tho, my cock seems bigger to lol, dk whats up with that. wanted to try again this morning but ben was just on my fucking ass trying to get me out the door 

i didnt have any of my clothes, duh, so i just threw on some of his, crazy how much they fit me? they even kinda already smell like me lol. he actually put a suit on which seems wild, funny that i look like a slob and he looks like some uh, fancy guy. Like i should right? uhh is my headache coming back? lol idk but looking at him in that fucking suit sure is making it hard to focus-

ben said i can just change n stuff when we got to the office, its why hes dressed up. ill go ahead and drive us and then hell just run up and get my clothes, idk if theyll fit tho? feel like im larger than i was for some reason- oh yeah my massive fucking pump lol- 

mh speaking of pump, maybe while hes up there ill have time to jack another one out, not like anyonell see or care ya? like its a problem im about to be the fuckin alpha of this company or uh, something. itll be done before hes back, only evidence will be cum stains on his clothes lol. ugh it smells so fucking dank in here i might just cum without touching it lol

Evening

shit man, dont know what i was doing? i feel like i was supposed to go into work today but ben says from now on im just his driver. which easy gig right lol? doesnt even care that i dont shower huhuh-

he got his big promotion today!!! he looked so smug and hot when he came down to tell me, and he promised wed have some fun about it when he got home tonight- just gotta drop him off at some stupid fancy dinner ill probably hit the gym while hes there. gotta keep it up or ill look like some fucking dweeb

plus that means ill get the car totaly filled with my bo- hell fuckin love that, after he gets a good whiff no way wil he not want to fuck then and there huhuh fuck, kinda needs to get that exercise in now that hes doing whatever bitchass shit they do all they day up there needs to give in and just fuck me finally its been so, ugh long and my balls feel so full, and im sweating so much god im fogging up the windows loli better be careful i need to keep it together until then urgh- 

god i just smell so fucken hot

[meangirls-imagines]

Coachella Diaries

Description: Reader works for WWE and gets hurt during Wrestlemania, causing her to go on a months long break. She goes to Coachella Weekend 2 to support her girl.

WARNINGS: fluffy as shit, slightly suggestive at the end, reneechella (bc that's a warning itself)

Y/N stepped (as best as she could) off the plane and sighed at the California sun hitting her body. 

Her body was exhausted. Wrestlemania was the 6th and 7th, she performed both nights and unfortunately had torn a couple of ligaments in her foot. She worked through the pain and helped make Wrestlemania record breaking. She had gotten surgery on the 16th, which meant she unfortunately missed the first weekend of her girlfriend playing Coachella.

Reneè was also understandably upset, not at Y/N, but at the fact that her girlfriend had to get surgery and she couldn't be there. Luckily for Reneè, Y/N had her fellow superstars keep the blonde updated. The doctor had cleared Y/N for travel on the 18th and she landed in LAX on the morning of the 19th. 

Towa had been the one to help Y/N plan this out, picking her up from the airport. The musician smiled as Y/N hobbled towards her with her bag. "There's my favorite cripple! How's the foot?" Y/N smiled and hugged the girl. "It's definitely injured. I'll be out for a minute but honestly, I'm not mad, I need a break."

Towa laughed. "Ain't that the truth? If I have to hear Reneè freak out about every bump you take, I might've gone crazy." Y/N blushed. Reneè was always very protective of Y/N, not that her profession helped with that. The blonde loved and hated watching Y/N do her thing. Yes, Y/N looked hot but if Y/N had to take another spear from Roman Reigns or a stomp to the chest from Finn Balor, Reneè was going to commit murder. 

This new era of WWE meant the return of inter-gender wrestling, with Y/N leading the charge. She had become the inaugural WWE World Heavyweight Champion, holding it for 316 days. She had been a part of the two biggest main events of Wrestlemania history, which is where she tore the ligaments in her foot. Never the less, she persisted and opened the next night of Mania, unfortunately she lost her title but the ovation she got when she got backstage was worth it. 

She was thrilled to help Cody finish his story but also was happy that she could get a break. She saw the doctor who gave her the diagnosis and what doctor to see and she was on her way.

She had messaged Towa the night she found out and set the surprise up. 

As the two ventured out of the airport, they caught up with each other, Towa informing Y/N of her love life and what not. The two reached the SUV and began the drive from the airport to the AirBnB they were renting for the festival. During the two hour car ride, Y/N had told Towa about some backstage drama happening as the Brit ate it up.

After 2 and a half hours, they finally made it to the house. Adam had been standing outside, waiting for them as they pulled up. The man helped Y/N out of the car and gave her a hug. "There's my favorite former champ! Congrats on the run. It was a rollercoaster." Y/N smiled and hugged the man back. "Thanks Adam! It was definitely a rollercoaster! A fun one though! So, where is my girl?"

Adam laughed. "She's out in the back with everyone else, they're pregaming before we go. Are you sure you can handle going out?" Y/N nodded. "I slept on the plane ride here. Perks of using the company jet." Adam nodded as Towa met up with them, handing Y/N her bag. The trio headed inside. 

Adam and Towa headed to the back to distract everyone while Y/N slipped into the room Reneè was staying in. She took in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of Reneè. God, she missed it so much. She changed quickly, putting on the custom "Reneèchella made me gay" shirt and some shorts before getting the message from Towa to make her appearance. 

She grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out to the backyard. The group all did a "cheers" before taking the shots provided for them. Y/N decided to speak up. "Do I get a shot too?" 

Everyone turned towards the new voice but no one turned quicker than Reneè. The blonde stood shocked at the sight of her girlfriend, boot and all, standing in front of her. "Holy fuck! Reneè ran to where Y/N was standing and hugged the girl tightly. Y/N laughed and kissed the blonde's head. "Hey superstar. I've missed you." Everyone was aww-ing at the scene, some clapping. 

Reneè pulled away from the hug and pressed her lips to Y/N's, kissing her for the first time in weeks. The group cheered as the two kissed, causing Reneè to slip them off. After a minute, the two pulled away and Reneè began to scratch the back of Y/N's neck. "You're really here!" Y/N smiled and kissed her nose. "I am. Now I think it's time to have some fun." Reneè smiled and pulled Y/N over to her friends. 

The group was watching Chappell Roan absolutely kill it when fans began to notice the couple being all cute.

@y/nisthechamp: GUYS! I'M AT COACHELLA WATCHING THE QUEEN CHAPPELL ROAN AND RENEÈ AND Y/N ARE LITERALLY 10 FEET AWAY FROM ME AND THEY ARE SO CUTE!! Y/N IS HUGGING RENEÈ FROM BEHIND AND THEY ARE SINGING AND DANCING!!

@/reneerappslut23: guys. i just saw a video of reneè and y/n all cozy at coachella and my heart 🥺

@y/nfan123: just saw a video of reneè grinding on y/n while they were watching t-pain. don't know who i wanna be more...

@/reneefan253: guys. reneè cannot keep her hands off y/n. she's always rubbing her back or the back of her head or her shoulder. WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN?!

The group made their way back to the house, all breaking off to their respective rooms, sleepily exchanging good nights. Reneè and Y/N made their way to Reneè's room. The two flopped on the bed, Reneè snuggling into Y/N's side. "I'm so glad you're here. I can't wait for you to see me perform." Y/N kissed the blonde's forehead. "Me too baby."

The next day was a lot of the same, more musicians sets, more drinking, etc. Sunday came a lot faster than Y/N expected and she found herself sitting in Reneè's trailer with her, the girl getting ready for her set. Reneè was looking on her phone as her hairstylist finished up her look. Y/N decided to take a stealthy picture and post it on her insta with the caption "coachella ready", tagging Reneè. 

Comments started flooding in immediately. One that stood out to Y/N was from her not older sister Liv Morgan.

@/yaonlylivvonce: We are so excited to see her!! Drinks after?

Y/N smiled and responded to the girl. Adam poked his head in and informed Reneè she had five minutes. The blonde thanked him, took a deep breath and pulled Y/N with her to the wings of the stage. To Y/N and Reneè's surprise, Alyah was waiting for them. Reneè squealed, wrapping Alyah in a tight hug. Y/N smiled at the pair and took a picture of them hugging. Alyah pulled away and hugged Y/N too, scolding her about her injury and how she should've been more careful. 

Reneè saved Y/N by pulling her away from Alyah, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and burying her face in her neck. Y/N rubbed the blonde's back. "You're gonna do amazing out there Reneè. Please remember to drink water though. Don't need you passing out on stage." Reneè chuckled as she heard her intro being played. 

"Well, I guess that's me." Reneè pulled her head out of Y/N's neck, leaning up for a kiss. "I love you." Y/N smiled and pecked Reneè's lips. "I love you more. Now go kill it." And with a playful smack on the butt, Reneè went out on stage.

"Tasted the blood in my mouth, and left you there to bleed out.."

Y/N being there must have flipped a switch in Reneè because the girl was putting on a SHOW. Y/N had to keep herself from drooling watching her girlfriend do what she loved. Y/N's fav part do far had to be the Willow ass shake. For scientific reasons, of course. Y/N saw Towa getting her in-ears put in and grabbing her guitar. "Go kill it out there, Birdie." Towa winked playfully at Y/N and went out on her cue from the blonde. 

The two were soon joined by Coco Jones as they performed "Tummy Hurts". Y/N smiled at hoe happy her girl looked. Watching Reneè perform was Y/N's favorite thing to do. She loved how confident Reneè was on stage and how carefree she looked. 

After a beautiful rendition of "Snow Angel", Reneè gave her thanks to the crowd and jogged off stage. One of the crew guys poured a little bit of water on the back of Renee's neck, to cool her off, as the girl walked straight into Y/N's open arms, almost collapsing in the embrace.

"Fuck Reneè, I'm so fucking proud of you, superstar." Reneè blushed and hid her face in Y/N's neck. "I couldn't have done it without you here." Y/N laughed and kissed the blonde's temple. "You did it last weekend." Reneè pulled away from Y/N's neck and smiled at her. "Yeah, but it wasn't as fun." Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed Reneè, unaware of Towa taking a picture of them. 

Everyone praised Reneè and her performance before they walked back to the area where her trailer was. Alyah spoke up. "So, what's the plan now?" Reneè smirked and looked at Y/N. "Well, Y/N and I are going to go back to the house to...catch up and we'll meet you guys later?" Towa and Alyah shared a knowing look before nodding and going to watch another set. 

Y/N looked at Reneè confused. "Catch up?" The blonde nodded. "Mhhm. I'm planning on reclaiming my favorite seat..." Y/N caught on and blushed, allowing the blonde to pull her to the car waiting for them.

Yeah, Towa and Alyah would be fine on their own for a while...

[jrob64]

One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - Chapter 5 (Home Again)

I lied. This isn’t the final chapter. There will be an epilogue, which will hopefully be ready to post next Sunday. 

For this chapter, I owe a big thank you to @wellhellotragic who, along with my beta @hookedmom, helped me with information about the Boston airport. I also owe thanks to @kmomof4​ for her beta and plotting skills. 

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster.

Rating: M (for smut in Chapters 4 & 5)

Words (Chapter 5): 10,361

Catch up on Tumblr: Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4 

Also on ffn and Ao3

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Killian’s fuzzy mind began to register a very pleasurable sensation as he emerged from sleep the next morning. When he realized what it was, he awoke with a gasp.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Emma grinned, stroking her hand along his already hard cock. “Although, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything very sleepy about this head,” she added, giving it a squeeze.

“Holy hell, Emma,” he groaned, his voice gruff and low.

“What? You don’t like being woken up this way?” she asked with feigned innocence.

Killian growled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to himself. It was when her bare skin met his that he realized she had already removed her shirt. “Mmmm, eager this morning, are we, Swan?”

His gravelly voice in her ear raised goosebumps on her skin. “I just thought it was about time you got…up,” she teased with another squeeze, which earned her several seconds of having his scruffy chin rubbed over the sensitive flesh on her throat and along her collarbone.

He loved hearing her giggles, but was determined to coax other sounds out of her, so he started soothing the reddened skin with his tongue and lips. It didn’t take long to get the effect he wanted, as her laughter turned to moans and gasps.

Her hands moved up his back to tangle in his sleep-mussed hair. “Killian,” she breathed.

“Yes, Love?” he asked against the hollow of her throat.

“I love you.”

He immediately stopped what he was doing and pushed himself up to look into her face. Her eyes held a hint of hesitance, as if she was wondering if he had changed his mind about her overnight. He leaned in to kiss her, pulling back after a few seconds to whisper against her lips, “I love you, too, Emma.” Then he crushed his mouth to hers, tongue begging for entrance, which she granted at once.

Killian rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Her knees came to rest on either side of his hips, positioning her core directly over his stiffened cock, twin groans coming from their mouths.

Emma found the friction her body was craving by rubbing her nipples against the hair on his chest and grinding her center down on him, all the while continuing to kiss him deeply. His hands reached around to grab her ass, squeezing and caressing it, which pushed her neediness even higher.

When he began rutting against her, she panted into his mouth, “Make love to me, Killian.”

His hooded eyes looked into hers, his pupils so dark with desire she could barely see the blue surrounding them. “Are you ready?” he asked. She nodded and to verify her answer, he shifted to bring his hand between them, feeling how soaked her panties were. “Aye, Sweetheart. You are very ready.”

“I…I dreamed about you,” she admitted almost shyly. “I dreamed you were…we were…making love and, when I woke up, I was…so wet.”

“Well,” he chuckled lowly, “let’s make your dream come true, shall we?”

Emma disposed of her underwear while he retrieved a condom from the drawer. She took it from him to open the package, allowing him time to remove his sleep pants. When he held out his hand to take the condom back, she shook her head. “Let me.”

The look in her eyes made him swallow hard, knowing without a doubt that she intended to be in control. “As you wish,” he agreed, watching the smile stretch across her face.

“Put your hands above your head,” she commanded, straddling his thighs after he complied. She looked up at him through her lashes, then wrapped her hand around his shaft, slowly stroking him without breaking eye contact.

Killian pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his breathing fast and shallow as he felt Emma’s hand move over him. Her smirk told him she knew she had him completely under her spell, and he found he didn’t mind at all.

When she swiped her thumb over his slit, she felt a bead of moisture leaking out. As her hand moved back down toward his base, she bent forward, placed her lips over his tip and sucked, while her tongue darted out to taste him.

“Fucking hell, Swan,” he ground out, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“Want me to stop?” she asked playfully.

He lifted his head off the pillow to look at her. “Do you want to stop?”

Emma’s heart melted a little at his question. In the short time she had known him, she noticed he always put her needs and wants before his own. He claimed to be a gentleman, and had yet to show her any evidence to the contrary. In answer to his question, she wrapped her mouth around him again, letting her tongue trail up the vein on the underside of him.

If her intent was to wreck him, Killian knew she was well on her way. His cock was aching and he could hardly wait to be inside her hot, tight sheath, but as long as she was enjoying what she was doing, he would allow himself to enjoy it, too.

She encouraged him to spread his legs and she knelt between them, continuing to stroke him with her hand, while she ran her tongue over his balls. His muttered curses and moans of her name had her smiling, but her core was getting wetter by the second and she didn’t want to tip him over the edge without getting to feel his steel shaft inside her body.

Sitting up, her eyes scanned over his form, taking in his hands gripping the headboard, his mouth open and huffing out short gasps, and his eyes tightly closed. She moved to straddle his hips, sliding one hand up his chest to pinch his nipple. He jerked in response, opening his eyes, which were hazy with desire.

Emma slid her slick core over his cock and he repositioned his hands on her hips to guide her. After several passes, he gripped her tighter, stilling her movement. “Emma, please…I need…”

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, “so do I.” She scooted back far enough to roll the condom into place, then lined herself up and sank down around him. When he was fully seated, they both closed their eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get themselves under some semblance of control.

“Killian, I…I…don’t think I can move,” she panted.

“Do you want me on top?”

She nodded her head furiously, the ends of her hair tickling his chest. “Okay, Love, let me just…” He tugged her down against him and rolled over, momentarily slipping out. Her responding gasp and groan had him scrambling to get back inside of her as quickly as possible.

Once he plunged back into her and their fingers intertwined above her head, he brushed his lips against hers before whispering, “Tell me how you want it, Emma.”

Her eyes opened and he was nearly floored by the feelings he saw in the emerald depths. “Fast,” she uttered, “and hard. Make me see stars, Babe.”

Grinning, he kissed her again. “Aye, Love. I think I can do that.” Lifting her hips, he pushed himself up on his knees, and grabbed a pillow to shove underneath her. Her legs wrapped around him and she locked her ankles behind his back.

Killian set a fast pace, driving into her over and over, mesmerized by her bouncing breasts and the way she was panting out his name, while her head thrashed back and forth. When her hands started plucking at her nipples, the sight drove him wild.

He felt her walls begin to tighten around him, so he reached down to rub her sensitive nub. She cried out his name, her legs gripping him as her body spasmed. Gritting his teeth to push through it, he gave her a moment, then began thrusting again, her throbbing channel beckoning him to join her in pure bliss.

She had no time to come down from the high of her first orgasm before she was well on her way to another, thanks to Killian continuing to pound into her. He was obviously taking her request very seriously and she had no doubt she would see stars popping behind her closed eyelids soon.

Emma raked her nails down his back and started pushing her pelvis up to meet his on every thrust. “Harder,” she ordered. “Killian, fuck me harder!”

His arms slid under her to grip her shoulders from underneath and he slammed into her, his words punctuating each thrust. “Come on…Emma! Come…again…for me! Please come!”

The stars burst behind her eyelids as she climaxed, coming with a shudder and shout, triggering his orgasm, too. His ragged breaths were hot on the skin of her throat and his hips continued to rut against hers, adding a little extra pressure to her clit each time.

“Killiannnn,” she whined, and he wondered if she had at least one more left in her.

Swiveling his hips, he ground into her, sucking her nipple into his mouth at the same time. Her legs tightening around him and her moaning gasps gave him the answer he wanted. He felt her hands gripping his hair and sucked harder, while his hand found her other breast and squeezed, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb. Releasing her with a pop, he growled, “One more time, Sweetheart. Come for me one more time.”

Helpless to do anything but obey, her body shuddered again mightily. “Yes! Yes, Killian! Fuck yes!”

This time, he let her come down slowly, softly stroking her skin and pressing sweet kisses to her throat and collarbone. He remained inside of her, unwilling to vacate her throbbing walls just yet.

When her eyes finally opened, they were met by gorgeous blue ones, his brows raised high on his forehead as he asked, “Are you alright, Love?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she hummed, a smile curling her lips. “That was…amazing.”

“You’re amazing, and I’m the one lucky enough to love you…and be loved by you.”

Her fingers slid lazily through his sweaty strands of hair, sweeping them back off his forehead. “I really hate that we only have a few hours left before I have to leave you,” she sighed.

He kissed her forehead before pulling out of her with a groan and shifting to lay beside her, propped up on his elbow. “Let’s not think about that, right now. Let’s just focus on the time we have together until then, yeah?”

Her smile still held a hint of sadness, but she nodded. “Okay. I guess we should probably get cleaned up and eat some breakfast.”

Killian plucked his phone off the bedside table to check the time. “It’s only eight-thirty. After all of our physical activities yesterday, I thought you would sleep in later,” he said with a wink.

“I told you I was dreaming about my hot, sexy boyfriend. I had to wake up to see if it was all just a dream or if you really existed.”

“You doubted I was real?”

A flush crept up her throat into her cheeks. “Well, you have to admit this whole thing is a little hard to believe. I mean, I’ve hardly dated in years, and now after only three days, I’m in love with a fantastic guy who just gave me three orgasms!”

His laughter rang through the room, before he snuggled close to her, tangling his legs with hers and smirking, “Well, if you need me to prove again that I’m quite real…”

She tugged lightly on his chest hair and when he yelped, she grinned. “I think that proves it.”

“You’re lucky I love you, Swan,” he said, trying and failing to look stern as he rubbed the spot on his chest.

She stretched up to kiss him. “Yeah, I am,” she whispered.

*********

Not wanting to miss a single minute of the time they had left with each other, they showered together, then sat on the couch after breakfast to finish their coffee, chatting comfortably. They took turns asking numerous questions about their likes and dislikes, places they had traveled, their high school and college days, and a variety of other subjects to get to know one another better. After a couple of hours, it made the attraction between them even stronger.

“Where do you plan to live when you move to Boston?” Emma asked. “With your brother or your uncle?”

“Uncle Nemo is getting quite temperamental and set in his ways as he ages. That’s why Liam moved out a few months after I went to college. They argued quite frequently and Liam didn’t want their relationship to be ruined because of it, so I’m not even considering that option. Liam’s apartment isn’t very big and he recently started dating a librarian named Belle. I don’t want to be in their way, if you know what I mean,” Killian said with a wink. Twisting strands of her hair around his finger, he added, “I can hardly wait to introduce you to him.”

Emma was quiet for several seconds. When she spoke again, he could hear the hesitance in her voice. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

He kissed her temple. “What’s not to like?”

“I’m serious, Killian. He probably has high expectations for who you date, and I’m sure a girl without a family, raised in the foster system, wouldn’t meet them.”

He shifted on the sofa to look at her. “Nobody has the right to judge you for circumstances beyond your control, Love, least of all another orphan who would have been in the same situation, if it weren’t for Uncle Nemo.” He saw her beginning to say something else and hurried to reassure her. “But if Liam somehow finds a reason not to approve of you, it won’t matter to me. I love you and nothing is going to change that. I will always put you first.”

“I wouldn’t want to come between you and your brother.”

“Sweetheart, you’re worrying for nothing. Liam wants me to be happy and when he sees that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, he’s going to love you. Not as much as I do, but he’ll still love you.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Cradling her face between his hands, he kissed her tenderly before whispering, “I know I am.”

Emma sighed contentedly, her forehead pressed to his. “So if you’re not planning to live with Nemo or Liam, where are you going to live?” she asked quietly.

“Graham and I have been looking at some apartments online.”

“The two of you plan to keep living together?”

“Aye. We get along well and it’s much more affordable that way.”

“Do you mind showing me the ones you’re considering? Maybe I can go see them in person, then FaceTime you so you could see how they look.”

“That would be great, Love.” He crossed the room to collect his laptop off the small desk in the corner and took it back to the couch, where he opened it and searched for a map of South Boston.

Emma pointed out the block where her apartment was located and they discovered it was six blocks away from Liam’s place. Then he brought up his bookmarks and they began looking at the possibilities. She was pleased to see that most of them were within walking distance of her building.

He sent the links for the five most promising options to her phone so she could set up appointments to see them after she returned home. Next, they ordered some Chinese food to be delivered. By the time the food arrived and they ate, it was nearing twelve-thirty. Their time together was winding down.

He stretched out on the couch and pulled her down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her belly. “Emma?” he murmured, rubbing his chin back and forth against the crown of her head.

“Hmm?”

“Will you…can I…make love to you one more time before I take you back to the hotel and pick up Graham?”

Just hearing him say the words had her heart pounding in her chest. Turning over and kneeling between his legs, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. When she finally ended it, she murmured, “In case you’re not sure, that was a yes.”

He grinned and pressed his lips to hers again. “I figured that out, Love.” Dropping his right leg off the edge of the sofa, he nudged her with his left and she scrambled to stand up, tugging him up behind her.

“Well,” she said, with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, “we’ve christened the bedroom, living room and bathroom. Should we try the kitchen this time?”

His brows shot up and his mouth opened in surprise, before his expression morphed into a sly smirk. “Is that a challenge? Because I love a challenge.”

She laughed. “Ruby told me she and Graham were trying to have sex on every surface in the hotel room and wanted to know how many rooms we christened Tuesday night. I know she’s going to ask me once she finds out we… did it….”

“Ah, so how about the kitchen counter then?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Seems a bit unsanitary to have sex where you prepare food, doesn’t it?” she giggled.

He grinned. “Perhaps I’d like a reminder of you everywhere in this apartment.”

“So you’re saying when you’re mixing up pancakes beside the stove, you’ll be picturing me sitting there naked?” she asked with a smirk.

He put his hands on her hips and tugged her to him. “Naked, clothed, wearing that tantalizing swimsuit - doesn’t matter. I’ll be thinking about you non-stop, until I finally have you in my arms again.”

She sighed happily, his words melting her. “Come on,” she said, taking his hand, “let’s skip the kitchen. I’d rather be comfortable in your bed.”

Following her willingly, he said, “That’s fine with me. I’m hoping your scent will stay on my sheets until I’m ready to move.”

She wrinkled her nose as she looked at him. “You don’t plan to wash your bedding for a month?”

“Don’t judge me, Swan. I’ll risk being a bit unhygienic if I can go to bed and be surrounded by your fragrance.”

Stopping in her tracks, she turned to face him and ran her hands up his chest. “God, I love you so much.”

He hoisted her up into his arms and she wrapped her legs around him. Just before fusing his mouth to hers, he whispered, “I love you too, Emma,” then carried her into his room to show her just how much.

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It was a quiet ride to the hotel, Emma and Killian both lost in their thoughts. She kept her hand on his thigh as he drove and he squeezed her fingers reassuringly from time to time. When they were a few blocks away, she called Ruby to let her know of her arrival and could hear the melancholy in her friend’s usually upbeat tone.

The other couple met them in the lobby and Graham excused himself to go to the restroom before leaving for work. Emma noticed Ruby’s lip trembling and put her arm around her.

“How am I going to survive almost two months without him?” the brunette asked sadly.

Emma had never seen her roommate so miserable. “I know, Rubes, but once he moves, you two will be together again…and I’ll have to invest in a good pair of noise-canceling headphones.”

Her attempt at a joke earned her a chuckle from Killian and a slight smile from Ruby. “Until then, I’ll have to be the one using the headphones,” she said. “You are not gonna convince me that after all the touchy-feely stuff you guys had going on yesterday, you didn’t go back to his apartment and bang each other’s brains out.”

Emma’s cheeks filled with color as Killian scratched vigorously behind his ear. Ruby observed them for a few seconds before exclaiming, “Ha! I knew it! I knew you couldn’t go back home without having some hot, steamy sex with this stud muffin!”

“Jeez, Ruby, can you say it a little louder?” Emma hissed. “I’m not sure M’s and David heard you in Boston!”

Ruby was laughing when Graham came back. “Feeling better, Red?” he asked, slipping his arms around her from behind.

“I’m still devastated to leave you, but finding out these two lovebirds did the deed last night…”

“Ruby! Cut it out!” Emma commanded, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.

Graham’s laughter was cut short when Killian checked the time on his phone. “We need to leave in a couple of minutes, mate.” The other man groaned and buried his face in his girlfriend’s neck. “I’ll wait for you out by the car,” Killian continued. “Have a safe trip, Ruby.”

Taking Emma’s hand, he led the way through the hotel doors to the parking lot. When they reached the car, he pulled her into his arms. She was taking deep breaths, and he could tell she was trying not to cry. “Four weeks, Love. Less than thirty days. We can do this, and then we never have to be apart again.”

“I’m going to…m-miss you so much,” she choked out.

“I know, and I’ll miss you, too, but I’ll call and text every chance I get. We’ll make it work.”

She placed her hands on both sides of his face and looked into his eyes. “You won’t put your number in anyone else’s phone, will you?” she asked, trying for some levity.

His eyes, filled with honesty and love, bore into hers. “That was a one time thing, Emma. There’s only one woman I’ve ever wanted to meet so desperately that I would stoop to doing such a thing.”

“I know,” she rushed to assure him. “I…I was just teasing. I trust you, Killian.”

His lips sought hers, attempting to pour all his feelings into the kiss. She returned it with just as much ardor, her arms moving around his back to tighten her hold on him. When he finally pulled away, his lips trailed down her throat, then back up behind her ear, where he murmured, “I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered, blinking back tears.

Gathering all his willpower, he gripped her arms and put some space between them. “Text me when you get to the airport, okay? And then before you board and after you land.”

“I will.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Graham exiting the hotel. “I better let you go, so you can get to work.”

“No, don’t. Don’t ever let me go.”

She managed a tiny smile. “I won’t. I promise. I…I’ll talk to you soon.” She leaned in for one more kiss, then turned and walked away.

Killian watched her go, stopping to say goodbye to Graham, who squeezed her hand before continuing toward the car. “Ready to go?” he asked Killian, who was still staring at the hotel door where Emma had disappeared.

“No. Remind me again why we can’t move to Boston right now?”

“We don’t have an apartment there yet, Phillip is counting on us to finish out his lease, we’ve been hired to work for a few more weeks…”

Killian sighed and unlocked the car, sliding into the driver’s seat dejectedly, while Graham did the same on the passenger side. “Those are all logical reasons, but I feel like my heart is on its way to Boston without me.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Graham commiserated.

*********

Emma and Ruby packed in relative silence, but Emma could hear her friend sniffling as she shoved clothes into her suitcase. She didn’t know what to say to help her feel better, because she knew nothing Ruby could say would make her heart feel any less heavy.

They loaded their luggage onto a rolling cart from the lobby and double checked the room to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything, before taking the elevator downstairs. Just as the doors opened and they began wheeling the cart out, the Uber app on Ruby’s phone dinged to notify them that their car had arrived.

When they got to the airport, they went through the motions of checking in. As soon as they reached their boarding gate area, Emma pulled out her phone and texted Killian, not really expecting a response, since he was working.

E: Made it to the airport. I miss you already.

Much to her surprise, the reply bubbles popped up within a few seconds.

K: I miss you too.

E: Aren’t you working?

K: Coaster is down and mechanics are working on it. I only have a minute while they fix it.

E: Enough time to tell you I love you.

K: I love you too. Have a safe flight. Gotta go.

Emma sent three heart emojis, then locked her phone, slouched in her seat, and dropped her head against the top of the chair. Looking to her right, she could see Ruby wiping her eyes with a crumpled tissue. She didn’t think she had ever seen her friend cry as much as she had today in the entirety of the five years she’d known her.

Reaching over, she took Ruby’s hand and twined their fingers together. “Hey, we had a great vacation. We need to think about all the happy memories we have from it. It’s not like we’ll never see them again. Think about how happy you’ll be when Graham moves to Boston.”

“I…know,” Ruby sniffed, “but I…I just can’t right now. I know you think I’m crazy, but I honestly think I’m in love with him. He’s my soulmate.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Emma responded. “I…I told Killian that, too.”

Ruby turned red eyes toward her. “That he’s your soulmate?”

Emma shook her head slightly. “No, that I love him.”

It was a testimony to how sad Ruby was that she didn’t make some sort of obnoxiously loud noise. “You guys belong together,” she stated simply.

“So do you and Graham. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are when you’re with him. He seems like a great guy, Rubes.”

“He really is,” she sighed. “I feel like we were in Vegas instead of Florida, because I believe I hit the jackpot.”

Emma felt a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew the next few weeks would test their new relationships, but she was confident her feelings for Killian were just going to deepen with each passing day.

Pulling out her phone again, she scrolled through the pictures from their vacation, chose one Ruby had taken of her and Killian at Raglan Road, and set it as her lock screen.

*********

The direct flight was uneventful and when they landed 3 hours later, Emma and Ruby collected their luggage as quickly as they could and ordered an Uber. While they waited, they texted their boyfriends.

E: Plane just landed. Waiting on Uber now.

She tried not to be disappointed when she didn’t get an immediate answer. Killian was working, after all.

Their driver was maneuvering through the streets of Boston by the time she got a response. As soon as she felt her phone buzz in her hand, she opened her messages, a smile crossing her lips as she read what he sent.

K: Wish it was bringing you TO me instead of AWAY from me, but glad you made it back safely. Sorry I didn’t answer sooner. On my break now, only two more hours of work. Can I call you when I get home?

E: You better! LOL!

K: I promise I will. Can’t wait to hear your voice.

E: Gotta go. Getting close to our apartment. Talk to you soon.

K: Okay Love.

*********

“Whew! I love being on vacation, but I hate the before and after part of it!” Ruby exclaimed once they wrangled their luggage into their apartment.

“Ugh, I know what you mean,” Emma agreed, collapsing into a chair. “I guess we should let M’s know we made it home.”

“You do that, while I tell Granny the same thing. You know how she worries when I travel.”

Emma nodded. “Uh-huh. Tell her I said hi.” Ruby’s grandmother had raised her, and she considered Emma and Mary Margaret her granddaughters, too. She ran a diner in a town not far from the University of Maine, and all of them worked for her during their college summers.

When their calls were made, they placed one more for takeout, then Emma concentrated on unpacking, while Ruby took a shower to clean off the ‘airplane stink’. After they ate, Emma helped clean up the dinner mess, then showered and put on her pajama shorts and the Aerosmith shirt she had stuffed into her duffle bag when Killian wasn’t looking. She thought it was only fair for her to keep a shirt that smelled like him, if he got to sleep on sheets containing her scent .

It was only nine o’clock when she bid Ruby goodnight, her friend gave her a knowing smirk. “Going to bed pretty early, aren’t you? Planning on having phone sex with your hot boyfriend?”

“No,” Emma stated emphatically. “I’m just wiped out and want to get comfortable.”

“Well, that’s too bad. Hope you don’t mind if I do when Graham calls. Just hearing his sexy voice is probably going to give me an orgasm.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Do whatever you want, just try to keep it down.”

“I make no promises,” Ruby grinned.

Shaking her head, Emma went into her bedroom and closed the door. She checked the time on her phone and saw that Killian should have gotten off work ten minutes ago. Allowing him time to get to the locker room, meet Graham and drive home, she figured it would be at least another half hour before he called.

She sighed and climbed into bed, picking up a book from her bedside table. Her phone dinged with a notification before she finished reading one paragraph, and she eagerly checked it.

K: On our way to the car. Be home in twenty minutes. Love you.

E: Drive carefully. Love you too.

Her attempts to read were in vain because she was checking the time every couple of minutes. She finally gave up and scrolled through her social media feeds instead.

When her phone screen finally showed an incoming Facetime call from Killian, she hastily swiped the Instagram app away and hit the green ‘accept’ button. “Hey, Babe.”

His face appeared onscreen, his striking good looks making the breath whoosh out of her. “Hello, Beautiful.”

“I have a confession to make,” she said.

“Most women do,” he joked.

She tilted her phone so he could see the shirt she was wearing. “I’m a thief.”

He chuckled. “I was wondering where that went! I find that I don’t mind being in love with a thief. Besides, it looks much better on you than it does on me.”

They talked for an hour-and-a-half, and in the moments when conversation lagged, they were content just to look at each other. When Emma began stifling yawns behind her hand, Killian reluctantly admitted it was time to end the call.

“Is it okay if I call you tomorrow morning before you go to work?” Emma asked.

“Sweetheart, you never have to ask if it’s okay to call me. I’ll take every opportunity possible to hear your lovely voice and see your gorgeous face.”

She blushed at his statement before replying, “The same goes for me - call anytime. If I can’t take the call at that moment, I’ll send you a text. I’ve got unlimited everything.”

“So do I.” He took in her drooping eyelids and said, “Sleep well, my love. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“I’m sure I won’t sleep as well as I did last night, when I was in your arms, but hopefully I’ll dream about you. Goodnight, Killian. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Emma. Goodnight.”

Both of them waited another few seconds before Emma finally touched the button to end the call. Then she placed her phone on the nightstand, turned off the light and rolled onto her left side. Remembering how wonderful it felt having Killian’s arm wrapped around her the night before, she heaved a deep sigh. Despite being exhausted from her day of travel, it took nearly two hours of tossing and turning before she was finally able to fall asleep.

*********

Ruby and Emma returned to work the next week, making it a little more difficult to find time to talk to the guys, but they managed to squeeze in every minute they could. Emma set up appointments to see the five apartments she and Killian had discussed, Ruby accompanying her for two of them, when she was able to work it into her schedule.

She toured the fourth one on Thursday, FaceTiming Killian while the realtor was in the other room looking up answers to some questions Emma asked.

“I’m pretty impressed with this one, Babe. It has windows that let in a lot of light, plenty of closet space, a great walk-in shower and is only a block away from my building. What do you think?”

“It seems to be the best one so far,” he agreed. “The rent is a little higher than the others, but Graham and I would be able to afford it. Does it appear to be well maintained? Is it in a good neighborhood?”

She was just getting ready to respond, when a tall man with curly brown hair walked through the open door into the living room where she was standing. He looked around a bit, then extended his hand toward her. “You must be the realtor. Ashley, is it?” he asked in an accented voice.

Emma shook her head. “No, I’m not the realtor. I’m here looking at the apartment for my boyfriend.”

The man adjusted his stance, straightening to his full height and crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh? Well, I have an appointment with Ashley because I’m very interested in this apartment for my brother.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed as she took in his ocean blue eyes and noticed his ears were similarly shaped to Killian’s. Recognizing his Irish accent, she began to put two and two together. “Your brother wouldn’t happen to be Killian Jones, would it?” she asked.

His mouth dropped open in surprise. “How…how do you…”

Emma held up her phone and turned it so the man could see it. “Killian, do you know this guy?”

His deep laugh came through the device as a wide smile stretched across Liam’s face. “Aye, that’s my git of an older brother,” Killian confirmed.

Liam looked back at her. “Ah, so you must be Emma Swan, the lass my brother has been telling me about for the past week,” he said, stepping closer to her.

She smiled warmly. “Yeah, I am. It’s very nice to meet you, Liam.” She held out her hand, but he pulled her into a hug instead.

Hearing a small cough, they separated and turned to see the realtor, who had just returned from the kitchen. “This must be your boyfriend,” she said smiling, offering him her hand to shake.

“No, actually. We just met,” Emma said. “He’s my boyfriend’s brother.”

“Liam Jones,” he introduced himself. “I think I must be your next appointment.”

Ashley looked confused. “And…and you both came to look at this apartment on the same day…without knowing the other was going to be here?” she asked.

“Aye. Quite a coincidence, isn’t it?” Liam chuckled.

“We’ve been experiencing a lot of those lately, haven’t we, Killian?” Emma said, turning the phone back toward herself.

“You can say that again,” he laughed.

Ashley’s surprised look slowly turned back into that of a woman ready to talk business. “So, what are your thoughts about the apartment?”

“We’ll take it,” three voices chorused back at her.

*********

The closer it got to the second week of August, the more excited Emma became; but if she was being completely honest with herself, she was a little nervous, too. Her conversations with Killian allowed her to get to know him even better and she knew the same was true for him. She was just hoping nothing he learned made him rethink their relationship.

She hadn’t seen Liam since that day at the apartment, but was relieved to learn that he was flying down to Florida to drive back with Killian. Getting all of his belongings in his car wouldn’t be difficult because he sold or threw out almost all of the furnishings he used while in college; he and Emma planned to go shopping once he got home. In the meantime, he was going to sleep on an air mattress and use a card table and chairs, until he was able to buy what was needed.

Their month apart was drawing to a close and Emma could hardly wait to be in his arms again.

*********

The first Friday in August, Killian battled heavy traffic to pick up Liam at the airport. When his brother emerged with his carry-on bag, Killian greeted him with a hug and led him to the lot where he parked his car.

Once they were away from the congestion around the airport, Liam began asking questions about Emma. Killian had already endured the berating Liam gave him over the phone upon finding out how he met her; being told it was ‘bad form’ and that he should be ashamed of himself. Killian had expected as much and would have been shocked if he hadn’t received that treatment from his older brother. After he calmed down and listened to Killian’s reasons, Liam was a little more understanding, especially when he heard the happiness in his brother’s voice - a happiness he hadn’t heard since before their mother’s death.

Liam had been curious about some things ever since he met Emma, but his brother had a maddening habit of giving him short, succinct answers over the phone. He hoped Killian would be more open with him in person. “So, tell me more about this lass who seems to have captured your heart, little brother.”

Killian side-eyed him. “Please don’t call me that in front of Emma. You know how much I hate it.” Liam chuckled, causing Killian to huff out an exasperated breath before asking, “What do you want to know?”

“Does her family live in Boston? What does she do for a living? Have you fallen in love with her?”

Killian brought his car to a stop at a red light and glanced over toward the passenger seat. “She was raised in the foster system after her parents failed to take adequate care of her.” Liam’s face showed a flash of surprise, before he gave a slight nod of understanding. “To answer your second question, she’s a sports writer for a couple of college websites. As for the last one, yes. Head over heels.”

The light turned green and Killian focused his attention back on the road, so he missed Liam’s broad grin, evidence of how happy he was for his younger brother.

*********

The brothers planned to make the trip over a two day period since it was nearly a twenty-one hour drive from Orlando to Boston, but the more miles they drove, the more anxious Killian was to get there. It was after midnight before Liam finally convinced him to pull into a roadside rest area just outside New York City to get a few hours of sleep. After waking up, they stopped for an early breakfast at an all-night diner and were back on the road by six-thirty.

Emma wasn’t expecting Killian to arrive until late Sunday afternoon, so when her phone buzzed with a text at 10:45, she figured he was letting her know how much longer it would be until they arrived. What she saw instead almost made her drop the phone.

K: I’m here. Outside your building. Can you bring down the key to my new place?

Her screech of “Ohmigod!” brought Ruby running out of her bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes wide with alarm.

“Killian is here! He’s outside!” Emma shouted, turning around in a circle as she tried to decide what to do first.

“He is? Well why are you still inside then?”

“I haven’t taken a shower yet, I’m still in my pajamas, my hair is a mess…” Emma babbled.

“The man has seen you with morning bedhead, all wet and completely naked. He’s not gonna care.”

“But I’m not even wearing a bra!”

“So? He’ll just be taking it off later anyway,” At Emma’s despairing look, she grabbed a sweatshirt off the back of the couch and tossed it to her. “Fine, put this on.”

“Thanks,” Emma mumbled from inside the hoodie.

“Now get out there!” Ruby said, pushing her friend toward the door. As it slammed shut behind her, Ruby muttered, “Guess she didn’t realize she’s not wearing any shoes,” then moved to the window to watch the reunion of the couple.

*********

Liam leaned against a lamp post, yawning as he waited for Emma to emerge from the building. His brother was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger and Liam was chuckling at his obvious impatience to see his girlfriend for the first time in a month.

Killian sang her praises all the way home and by the time they arrived, there wasn’t a doubt in Liam’s mind that the woman had his brother wrapped right around her lovely finger. All he had ever wanted for Killian was for him to be happy; Emma seemed to be instrumental in making that wish come true.

*********

Killian felt like it took ages until the door of the building opened and Emma came bursting through, her hair thrown up in a disheveled bun, barefoot and wearing a pair of pink sleep shorts and lime green hoodie with a picture of Tinkerbell. Despite the fact he was bleary eyed from having just driven nearly 1300 miles, he was astounded once again by her beauty.

He hurried down the sidewalk and caught her as she launched herself at him, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. He cupped the back of her head and guided it until her lips connected with his, then proceeded to kiss her with all the pent-up passion from the past thirty days.

“God, I missed you,” she panted into his mouth.

“I told…you, Love…Killian…will do,” he quipped between small kisses to her cheeks and forehead.

“You’re an idiot,” she laughed, her words filled with pure joy.

“But you still love me,” he smirked.

“Yeah,” she said on an exhale, “I do.”

He tightened his hold on her and buried his face in the crease of her neck, breathing her in. “I missed you so much, Sweetheart. That was the longest trip of my life. All I could think about was seeing your gorgeous face again.”

“I look terrible…”

“That’s an absolute lie,” he interrupted. “You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

“I haven’t even taken a shower or anything. How did you get here so soon?”

“We practically drove straight through, instead of staying in a hotel last night. We only pulled over at a rest stop and slept in the car for a few hours.”

“If he had his way, we would have kept going,” Liam said, stepping up beside the couple, “but we had both driven for several long hours through hellish traffic and needed the rest.”

“Hi, Liam,” Emma greeted, keeping her arm around her boyfriend’s waist as she turned to face his brother. “Thanks for helping him drive back.”

“Your ears must have been burning for the last twenty-eight hours because my li-” a glance at Killian had him quickly rethinking his words, “um, younger brother talked about you non-stop the entire way back.”

Emma turned her face up to Killian’s, her smile both bright and smug. “Is that so?”

“No, it is not,” he defended with a twinkle in his eye. “I didn’t say anything while I was sleeping.”

“Don’t believe him, Lass,” Liam said, trying and failing to suppress a smile. “He talked in his sleep.”

Emma laughed as Killian grumbled good naturedly, unable to be upset while he held the woman he loved in his arms.

“Are you ready to go to your new apartment, Brother?” Liam asked. “I’d like to get everything unloaded, so I can go home and collapse into bed.”

Killian looked down at Emma. “As soon as I get everything into the apartment and take Liam home, I’ll be back. It should only take about an hour.”

“Okay, I guess I can survive that long without you,” she sighed dramatically. “That will give me time to get a shower and look a little more presentable.”

They were so wrapped up in each other, they hadn’t noticed Ruby coming out of the building. “Hey, handsome,” she said, tapping Killian on the shoulder. “If you’re moving into your apartment today, this might come in handy.” She gave him the key Emma had left on their kitchen counter.

“Oh, yeah,” Emma said, her face getting red. “I guess I forgot to grab it before I came downstairs.”

“And you must be big bro Liam,” Ruby said, approaching him with a toothy grin. “I’m Ruby Lucas, Emma’s roommate.”

“Ah, yes. Killian has told me about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached forward to shake her hand.

“Don’t believe everything you hear. I’m probably far worse than the stories he told,” she said, making Liam laugh.

Killian released Emma and moved to pull Ruby into a hug. “Graham said to give you this, and to tell you he misses you madly. His words, not mine.”

“Ugh, I miss him so fucking much,” she moaned into his shoulder. “I can’t believe I have to wait another three weeks to see him.”

“He’s chomping at the bit to be here with you. At least he’ll be flying back instead of driving,” Killian said, releasing her.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “but it’s still gonna seem like forever.”

“I understand that completely,” he sympathized, turning his eyes toward Emma again.

“You better get going. I think Liam is about to fall asleep on his feet,” she said. “Let me know when you get back and I’ll come over.” She ran her hands up his chest and pushed to her tiptoes to give him another kiss.

He watched the girls go back into their apartment building, before turning to start down the sidewalk towards his own place, catching Liam’s smirk along the way and choosing to ignore it.

*********

Forty minutes later, Emma got his text, and was out the door before she even finished reading it. When she reached the top of the stairs on Killian’s floor, he was waiting outside his apartment and immediately went to embrace her. He steered them inside and kicked the door shut behind them.

“Do you…do you like the apartment?” Emma asked as he trailed kisses down the side of her throat.

“It’s great, Love,” he assured her, continuing his pleasurable path. “Thanks for helping me choose the right one.”

“Well,” she said, pushing away from him far enough to look into his face, “I have very good taste.”

“Just in apartments?” he grinned knowingly.

“Oh, definitely in men, too.” She pecked his lips and gave him a beaming smile. Looking around the room, she saw a card table leaning against a wall with two chairs folded up beside it, and a single, large box sitting in the middle of the floor. “Is this all your stuff?”

“I have a couple boxes in the kitchen and two in the bedroom, along with my clothes and shoes, of course. I don’t own that much.”

“Yeah, I don’t either. When you grow up with few possessions, you find out you don’t need much.” His arms tightened around her at her statement and he brushed a kiss across her temple. “Do you want me to help you unpack?”

“Actually, I could really use some sleep first. Will you…would you mind staying with me?”

“Why, Killian Jones - are you asking me to sleep with you?” she teased. He tried to wink seductively, but she could see the weariness in his eyes, so she hurried to reassure him, “Don’t worry, Babe, I know you’re tired, so I won’t attack you…yet.”

“Let me get a few hours of sleep, then you can have your wicked way with me, Swan.”

Giggling, she took his hand and led him toward the bedrooms. Peeking into the one across from the bathroom, she saw it was empty and continued on to the one at the end of the hall. “I guess this is yours?”

“Aye,” he affirmed. “The window in here faces your building.”

Her heart thumped a little harder knowing he took that into consideration when choosing his room, especially since the other one was more spacious.

There were two more cardboard boxes in the corner and a deflated air mattress in the middle of the floor with a pump sitting beside it. “I see you haven’t blown up your bed yet,” she observed.

He sighed. “Yeah, I forgot about that. Let me just…”

“Why don’t you take a quick shower, while I take care of it? I’m assuming you didn’t get one this morning since you didn’t stay at a hotel.”

“No, I didn’t. That would be great. Thanks, Love.” He went over to one of the boxes, opened the flaps and dug around for a few seconds until he located a bottle of body wash and a towel. Then he unzipped one of his suitcases to find shorts and underwear.

Emma watched him go out the door, then began the task of filling the mattress with air. She located some sheets, a blanket and his pillow and proceeded to make his bed once it was finished inflating. She also draped a second blanket over the curtain rod to darken the room a bit.

While searching for the bedding, she melted a little upon finding a framed picture of the two of them at the waterpark, especially considering the lack of photos she noticed in his Florida apartment.

When he stepped into the bedroom after his shower, he eyed the queen size air bed. “That looks like heaven right now,” he said. “I think the exhaustion is starting to set in.”

She moved to him, unable to keep her eyes and hands off of his body. Wiping away a drop of water that was making its way down his neck, she said, “Let’s get some sleep, then.”

“Emma, you really don’t have to stay if you have other things planned…”

“The only plans I had were pacing the floor and checking the clock five thousand times until you got here,” she informed him. “You saved me the trouble of doing that, so now I’m free for the day. And truthfully, I barely slept last night knowing I was going to be seeing you in just a few hours, so I could use a nap.”

She linked their fingers and crossed the room with him in tow, dropping down onto the mattress when she reached it. Carefully moving over on the wobbly bed, she made room for him and he gratefully joined her. Gathering her into his arms, they shared a lazy kiss, then she pulled up the sheet and blanket to cover them both, snuggling into his chest. “I’m so glad you’re here, Killian. I love you.”

He yawned, exhaling an “I love you, too,” and was asleep within minutes, happily holding the woman of his dreams once again.

*********

It was late afternoon when they slowly emerged from the best sleep either of them had had since she left Orlando. Emma’s eyes blinked open first, realizing the two of them had barely moved, which she attributed to a combination of finally being in each other’s arms again and sheer exhaustion.

She studied his handsome face, still relaxed in sleep. Lifting her left hand, she traced his sideburn with her finger, then ran it over the faint scar on his right cheek. She wondered how he got it and made a mental note to ask him. She loved that they still had so much to discover about each other and would be able to do just that, now that they were back together for good.

Contemplating the implication of those two words - for good - she found they didn’t scare her at all. In fact, her heart raced with excitement just thinking about being with him every day, and hopefully, just as many nights. She was so caught up in her musings, she missed the change in his breathing that signified his waking.

Her fingers were absently sifting through the fringes of the hair at the base of his neck when he opened his eyes. She was staring off into space with a faraway look, a smile curving her delectable lips. He took a few seconds to just appreciate being with her again, before he spoke. “What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.

Her smile widened as her eyes met his. “How happy I am that you’re here. It’s like a dream, and I don’t ever want to wake up.”

He leaned in to kiss her, then wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. “I love you,” he rasped into her ear.

She worked her hands up his back to squeeze his shoulders, pressing her lips to his left one at the same time. “I could get used to taking naps with you in the middle of the day.”

“I know what you mean. I guess I need to have you in my arms to sleep well.”

She giggled, “I am more than okay with that, but right now, I’m not interested in sleep.”

“No?”

“Not at all.”

He looked at her with a playful glint in his eyes. “So, I’m guessing you want to help me unpack, right?”

She kissed up his neck and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. “Nuh-uh.”

“You, uh, you want to show me around the neighborhood?”

“Nope.”

Her touch was distracting him in all the best ways, but he continued to tease. “Are…are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?”

“Oh, I’m hungry, alright,” she purred, “but not for food.” Her hand snaked between them to reach into his shorts, finding his semi-hard cock and giving it a firm squeeze. “Now this can definitely satisfy my hunger.”

His hands found their way inside her T-shirt, tickling up her sides and lifting the cups of her bra above her breasts. “Well, I would never want you to be unsatisfied, my love.”

Their foreplay lasted several minutes as they rediscovered each other’s body - the places that made them moan with pleasure and whine with need. When they were finally ready and aching with desire, Killian cursed and started to climb off the mattress.

“Wh-where are you going,” Emma asked breathlessly, her hands clutching at him.

“To try to find a condom. I have no idea where I put them when I packed,” he said disgustedly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it…”

“I’m not going to be careless just because…”

“No, Killian, listen. I…I went to my doctor and got birth control. We’re covered.”

He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Now get back here and finish what you started,” she demanded.

“If the lady insists,” he smirked, climbing on top of her.

They made love passionately, their ecstasy pushed higher than ever before since they were able to feel each other without any barriers between them. When they were thoroughly sated, Killian withdrew and rolled to the side, promptly slipping off the edge of the air mattress.

In between her giggles, Emma heard him grumble, “I’m buying a bed as soon as humanly possible.”

*********

Emma didn’t have any games to cover on Wednesday, so they arranged to meet at a furniture store a few blocks away from their apartments after Killian returned from finalizing his class schedule at BU.

As soon as she entered Wizard of Oak, she was approached by a man dressed in a brown three-piece suit. “How may I help you today, lovely lady? My name is Walsh Ozman and I’m the owner of this magnificent store. I’m sure I’ll be able to meet all your needs.” He moved closer, his eyelids halfway closed in what he must have thought was a sexy expression, but only served to make Emma uncomfortable.

Emma eyed him unamusedly and with a bit of wariness as she moved away from him. “Oh…Ozman…Wizard of Oak, I get it. Cute.”

“Why, thank you,” he beamed, completely missing her sarcasm. “Now, what may I show you today?”

“I, uh, I really just want to look around until my boyfriend gets here, if that’s okay,” she said, trying to get rid of the skeevy salesman.

She caught a brief flash of disappointment across his face, before he schooled his features and replied, “Yes, of course. I’ll be available whenever you need me.”

“Which will be never,” Emma muttered under her breath, as he slinked away.

She browsed for a few minutes, until Killian came rushing in the door and gave her a kiss. “Sorry, Love. I couldn’t find a parking spot.” Quickly scanning the store, he pointed towards the back and said, “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

He was returning when he walked by two salesmen who were chatting with each other and caught part of their conversation. “...sure has a nice ass on her, though. I’d like to get a piece of that.”

Turning his head slightly, Killian was able to see it was a man with shaggy brown hair in a brown suit making the crude remarks. He followed the man’s line of vision and realized the woman he was talking about could only be Emma, since she was the only customer at the front of the store.

Killian saw red, his fists clenching, but realized it wasn’t worth getting charged with assault to punch the guy. Using every ounce of self-restraint he could muster, he continued walking to where Emma was examining a tall chest of drawers.

Putting his arm around her, he leaned in and kissed behind her ear, then whispered, “I’m not buying anything from this store. One of the salesmen was saying lewd things about you and we either have to leave or I’m going to shut his mouth with my fist.”

His protectiveness made her heart swell with love. No one had ever been willing to fight for her before.

“The one in the ugly brown suit?” she asked.

“Aye, that’s the one.”

“He was trying to flirt with me when I first got here.”

Killian looked over his shoulder and saw the man approaching them. “Here he comes. Let’s go before we have to talk to him.”

Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips for a kiss, then wrapping an arm around her waist, they walked out the door, leaving a frowning Walsh in their wake.

*********

Over the next couple of weeks, Emma and Killian established a routine of sorts. His classes and subsequent assignments kept him busy most days and two evenings during the week, and she was occupied attending sporting events for work. They compared schedules every day to see when they were free to spend time together. Sometimes they met for lunch or he would bring her dinner while she was covering a game. Many nights were spent at his apartment, unless they had early morning plans. Waking up in each other’s arms was too cozy and a very big temptation to engage in activities that were certain to make them late.

They were aware that once Graham arrived in Boston, it might take some creativity to make everything work with two couples, two apartments, and four different schedules. They couldn’t help but be excited for the other couple to reunite, though.

On Saturday morning, three weeks after Killian returned to Boston, he, Emma and Ruby took the Blue Line to the airport to meet her wolfman. She could hardly contain herself on the train as she chattered on and on, full of anxious energy.

Once they arrived at Airport Station, they rode a Massport shuttle bus to the terminal and waited in the arrivals lounge. It was another twenty minutes before Ruby received the text from Graham that he was off the plane and on his way to baggage claim. As soon as he entered the lounge, wrangling two large rolling bags with a carry-on slung over his shoulder, Ruby ran to him, shouting his name. He dropped everything to catch her as she leapt into his arms, tears of happiness pouring down her face, while he tried to kiss each one away.

Emma and Killian smiled at the reunited lovers, completely understanding the feelings the other couple was having at that moment and grateful they were there to witness it.

*********

The following Saturday, Killian and Graham, along with their girlfriends, hosted a party in their newly furnished apartment. It was a small gathering with David, Mary Margaret, Liam, Belle, and a few other friends.

As the evening wore on, Emma found herself sitting on her boyfriend’s lap in the comfortable recliner they had chosen together. He was engaged in conversation with David, giving her an opportunity to look around the living room. Her heart was full seeing all the people she cared about most in one room. Her one wish growing up was to have a family, and even if it wasn’t in the conventional sense, now she did. Laying her head on Killian’s shoulder, she sighed.

“Everything alright, Love?” he murmured into her ear, before placing a kiss beneath it.

“Yeah,” she replied, turning to brush her lips against his. “Everything is perfect.”

*********

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for the epilogue!

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I need a smutty fic based on this photo

!! logan weekend requests are now closed !!

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! unprotected p in v

dear god that photo is hot, also this is the last blurb for logan weekend, regularly scheduled writing will continue tomorrow

Logan felt like he could finally breathe again after signing his Williams contract extension. He hated that he was the last driver to be signed for the next season, but was relieved when he was asked to come back for another year.

You leapt into his arms when he told you, pressing kisses all over his face. “I’m so so so proud of you Lo, you deserve that seat.” You tell him in between kisses.

You spend the night doting on him, making him his favorite meal, watching his favorite show, you do everything you can to make him feel good, all leading up to where you currently have him laying down on your bed as you kiss him, grinding your hips against his.

You pull his shirt off of him and let your hands run down his chest. You trace his v line then fiddle with the waistband of his jeans. He nudges your thigh, and tugs his pants and boxers off as you take your clothes off.

Your eyes spot his blue helmet sitting on the shelf against the wall. You turn back to your boyfriend with a small smile on your face.

“What?” He asks, as he lays back down on the bed.

You walk over to the shelf and pick the helmet up, examining it in your hands. The smooth carbon fiber is cool against your skin.

“Will you wear it?” You ask Logan.

“Wear it?” He laughs. “You want me to wear my helmet while we have sex? Do you think I’m going to get a head injury?” His tone is teasing.

“No. I want you to wear it while I ride you. Some girls wanna ride a Ferrari, but I want to ride a Williams.” You say holding up the helmet that brandishes the Williams team logo.

He stares at you silently, his mouth hanging open. You take his silence as an answer. You shake your head, putting the helmet back on the shelf.

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid idea.”

“Give me the helmet.” Logan holds his hands out.

You take the helmet and slowly place it in his hands. He gives you a smirk before pulling it over his head. He flips the visor down, then lays back with his hands behind his head.

“Come on. You wanted to ride a Williams.” He says. His voice is a little muffled from the helmet, but god it’s so hot.

You climb on top of him and slowly sink yourself down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You sigh when you’re fully seated on him and look down at him. He’s unmoving, clearly not planning on helping you do any of the work.

You slowly lift yourself up and down his cock. It feels different, more intense than usual, the fact that you can’t see his face adds a new type of thrill.

He watches from behind the visor as you ride him. He watches as you drop a hand down to play with your clit, and feels you getting tighter around him.

It’s getting harder to see, the visor fogging up from his warm breaths. He knows you’re close, as is he, so he uses a hand to lift the visor up.

You see the green eyes that you fell in love with just as you reach your peak. You ride him through your orgasm, coaxing one out of him too.

He pulls the helmet off as you lift yourself off of him. He drops the helmet to the floor next to the bed, deciding he’d rather put it back on the shelf tomorrow and just hold you close right now.

He does, tracing lazy patterns on your back as you do the same on his chest.

“Did you like that?” You ask him softly.

“Oh, we are definitely doing that again.” He laughs.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: Thrilling ride

note: sorry i was gonna post it sooner and it should have been longer too, but i had the most stressful day today....hope you like it, hope you are having good day or night, drink water and eat healthy..byee

Summary: It's the height of Max Verstappen's "Mad Max" era, where he is known for his fierce driving and even fiercer temperament. You, a popular figure in the F1 paddock, find yourself caught in the middle of Max's jealousy as he watches you chat with other drivers. Tension runs high, leading to a heated confrontation and an intense make-out session that neither of you will forget.

Warnings: Jealousy, heated arguments, thats all?

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You moved through the paddock, exchanging friendly banter with the drivers. Your laughter mingled with the hum of activity as you chatted with Charles Leclerc, your old friend from childhood.

"Good luck today, Charles," you said with a bright smile.

"Thanks, belle. I'll need it with Max on the prowl," Charles replied, glancing over your shoulder.

You turned to see Max Verstappen, his intense gaze locked on you. His jaw was set, and a storm brewed in his piercing blue eyes. Known as "Mad Max" for his aggressive driving style and fiery temperament, he was a force to be reckoned with on and off the track.

You excused yourself from Charles and walked over to Max, who looked like he was barely containing his jealousy.

"Hey," you greeted, trying to keep things light.

"Hey," he replied curtly, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at Charles. "Having fun with Leclerc?"

You sighed, knowing where this was heading. "Max....he's just a friend. We've known each other since we were kids."

Max's eyes flashed with something darker. "Doesn't look like just friends to me."

You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling up. "You're overreacting. It's just a conversation."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You know how I feel about you talking to other drivers like that, konijntje."

"Like what, Max? Like a normal human being?"

"Like flirting," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

Your heart raced, both from anger and the undeniable attraction between you two. "You're being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous, am I?" He took another step, his body almost touching yours. "Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to."

Before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours with a fervor that took your breath away. The world around you blurred as you melted into the kiss, all the anger and tension dissolving into raw passion.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as his hands gripped your waist possessively. The kiss deepened, tongues battling for dominance, a mix of heat and need fueling the moment.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Max's eyes were still dark with jealousy, but now they held a glint of satisfaction.

"You drive me crazy, schatje," he murmured against your lips.

"You make me crazy too, Max," you admitted, resting your forehead against his.

He smirked, his possessiveness tempered by a rare softness. "Just remember, you're mine."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I'm yours, Max. Always."

As the call for the drivers to their cars echoed through the paddock, Max gave you one last, searing kiss before reluctantly pulling away. You watched him go, your heart pounding, knowing that the fire between you two was far from extinguished.

In the high-stakes world of Formula 1, love was as exhilarating and dangerous as the race itself. And with Max Verstappen, every moment was a thrilling ride.

[kinascum]

I can imagine Chris taking his girlfriend on a vacation for their 1 year and immediately eating her out as soon as your in your hotel room

oh boy do I have a blurb for you..

"I've been looking forward to this for weeks," Chris said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he squeezed your hand.

The air had the scent of saltwater and the promise of adventure as you stepped off the plane. You couldn't help but sigh with relief as the tropical breeze kissed your skin, whispering sweet nothings of relaxation and romance. This was it: the vacation of a lifetime, a celebration of your one-year anniversary with the love of your life.

Chris had planned everything to the last detail, keeping most of it a surprise. You had no idea where you were going until the boarding announcement echoed through the airport. Now, with the warm sun shining down and the sound of waves crashing in the distance, you felt like you'd stumbled into a dream.

The taxi ride to the hotel was a blur of color and laughter, the kind that left your cheeks hurting and your stomach tight from joy. The moment the bellhop opened the door to your suite, you gasped. It was like stepping into a postcard, all white linens and ocean views, the perfect canvas for the memories you were about to paint.

Chris was already at the bed, tossing your luggage aside with a hungry look in his eyes. "Before we unpack," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, "I have something else in mind."

He took a step closer, and the room seemed to shrink around you, the air growing heavier with anticipation. His hands found the hem of your dress, lifting it up inch by inch. "Chris," you breathed, but his mouth was on yours before you could say another word, stealing your protests and replacing them with a gasp.

The kiss was like a brand, marking you as his, a promise of the passion that awaited you. His hands roamed over your body, familiar yet thrilling, as he worked to remove the barriers between you. The heat grew, the air thickening with desire as you stumbled backward onto the bed.

And then, without warning, he was gone. Your eyes snapped open to find him kneeling before you, his gaze burning with an intensity that made your heart race. "Let me make this first moment together something truly special," he whispered, his voice hoarse with want.

You nodded, unable to speak, as he began to kiss his way down your body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were exploring a sacred place for the first time. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, setting your skin alight.

The moment his mouth found yours again, you realized what he meant. This was more than just a vacation—it was the start of a new chapter in your love story, one filled with passion and discovery. And as he continued to worship you with his lips and tongue, you couldn't help but wonder what other surprises awaited you in this tropical paradise.

You felt the coolness of the sheets against your skin as he carefully removed the last of your clothing, leaving you bare before him. His eyes devoured you, a silent declaration of his love and desire. Your heart thudded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears like a drumroll leading up to the grand finale.

Chris took his time, savoring every inch of you, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and along the curve of your breasts. You moaned softly, arching into his touch, your body already singing with pleasure. The anticipation was exquisite, a delicious tension that coiled tightly in your core.

When he finally reached the apex of your thighs, you were trembling, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked up, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and you knew that he enjoyed watching you squirm under his touch. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a playful rumble. You nodded, eyes glazed with need.

With one swift movement, he settled between your legs and kissed you intimately, his tongue darting and exploring. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that had you crying out his name. Your hands found their way into his hair, holding him closer as the waves of ecstasy began to build.

The room spun around you, the only anchor his steady rhythm and the sound of the ocean outside. Each stroke was a promise, each lick a declaration of his love. You felt yourself spiraling higher, lost in the warmth and wetness of his mouth, the world outside fading away until all that remained was the two of you.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter, until you thought you might break. And then, with a final, masterful flick of his tongue, you did. Your body convulsed, a silent scream escaping your lips as the orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Chris pulled away, a smug smile on his face as he watched the aftershocks roll through you. "Happy anniversary," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The celebration had only just begun.

[fullsandwichmiracle]

friends with benefits but joost is a bit toxic 🙏🙏🙏

You only call me when it's half past five

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description:Y/N and Joost had been in a friends-with-benefits relationship for a while, but when Y/N saw him kiss someone else right in front of her, a wave of jealousy hit her hard. Feeling hurt and frustrated, she stormed out, seeking solace in the arms of another. Though the stranger’s affection offered temporary relief, it couldn’t compare to the magnetic pull Joost had on her.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cigarettes, angst, rpf

Word count: 3 k +

You were nestled in bed, engrossed in your favorite show, when your phone suddenly lit up. It was Joost. With a sigh, you paused the show and grabbed the phone.

"Hey, Joost. What's up?" you answered, curious about the late-night call.

"Hi Y/N, what are you up to?" Joost's voice came through, noticeably slurred and tipsy.

"I'm just relaxing in bed, watching some TV. What's going on with you?" you replied.

"I'm at this wild party at a friend's place," Joost said, his excitement palpable even through the phone. "You should totally come."

A grin spread across your face. "You know I can't resist a good party. And my FOMO is off the charts. Send me the address, and I'm there."

Joost chuckled, knowing he had you hooked. "I knew you'd say that. I'll text you the details right now." 

He hung up before you could say anything more. With a sigh, you pressed play on your show again before you swung your legs out of bed to get ready for the party.

Opting for a casual look, you chose a black tube top and a flowy long white skirt that was slightly see-through in certain lighting. It was just a random house party, after all, but you still wanted to look effortlessly stylish. Your phone lit up again, this time with a text from Joost containing the address of the party.

Turning off the TV, you rummaged for drinks to bring along. You found a shot and downed it immediately, not wanting to show up completely sober. You grabbed a few more shots and a variety of canned drinks and put them in a bag, ready for the party. 

You picked up your phone, took a selfie as you downed another shot, and sent it to Joost with the text, “Ready!”

With a buzz of excitement, you gathered your drinks and slipped on a pair of comfortable shoes. After a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

The party wasn't far away, so you decided to walk to the nearest electric scooter. The cool night air felt refreshing as you approached the row of scooters, selecting one and scanning the QR code to unlock it. 

With a slight thrill, you hopped on and zipped through the streets, the city lights blurring around you. The anticipation of the party mixed with the freedom of the ride made you feel alive. 

As you approached the house, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, guiding you to your destination. You parked the scooter nearby and walked up to the front door. Out of courtesy, you knocked before stepping inside. The house was crowded, but every face was familiar. 

You searched the kitchen for a spot to set down your drinks, and as you closed the fridge and popped open a can, you caught sight of Joost guiding a girl toward another room. Although you and Joost had a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement and nothing exclusive, it still stung to see him with someone else, especially tonight. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d invite you to the party only to focus his attention elsewhere. 

You trailed behind, observing Joost lead her into the heart of a lively dancing crowd. Instead of joining them, you headed toward a nearby couch where a group was engaged in a drinking game. You plopped down and asked, “Mind if I join in?”

As you joined the drinking game, the laughter and lightheartedness of the group momentarily distracted you from Joost and the mystery girl. But your eyes kept drifting back to them, watching as they swayed together in the dimly lit living room. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, reminding yourself that you and Joost weren’t exclusive. Still, something about the situation didn't sit right with you.

A few rounds later, after downing more than a couple of shots, you decided you’d had enough of the silent torture. You weren't the type to just sit back and let things fester. Gathering your courage, you stood up, excused yourself from the group, and made your way through the crowd toward Joost.

You found him leaning against the wall, his arm draped lazily over the girl’s shoulders as they talked in hushed tones, their faces close. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached, but you steadied yourself, determined to confront him.

“Joost,” you called out, loud enough to be heard over the music. His head turned slightly in your direction, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. 

He smirked, but instead of acknowledging you, he turned back to the girl and said something that made her giggle. Irritation flared inside you. You stepped closer, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Joost,” you repeated, your tone firmer this time.

Finally, he glanced at you, his smirk still plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N. Having fun?”

You crossed your arms, trying to keep your composure. “What’s going on? You invited me here, but it seems like you’re more interested in... other things.”

Joost raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your frustration. He glanced at the girl beside him, then back at you. “Oh, come on, Y/N. We’re just having a little fun. No need to get all serious.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, Joost leaned in and kissed the girl right in front of you. It wasn’t just a peck either—it was a deliberate, slow kiss, meant to provoke.

Your heart sank as you watched them, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. Joost had always been playful, but this was different. He was doing it on purpose, knowing it would get under your skin. And it worked.

As they pulled apart, Joost looked at you again, his eyes gleaming with a teasing challenge. “Don’t be mad, Y/N. You know we aren't exclusive”

The girl glanced at you, her expression unreadable, but she didn’t move away from Joost. Instead, she stood there, almost as if she were waiting to see how you’d react.

You felt a burning need to say something, to do something, but a part of you hesitated. This wasn’t what you’d signed up for. The casual nature of your relationship with Joost had always been comfortable, but now it felt like he was pushing boundaries just to see how far he could go.

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “You know, Joost, this is just cruel.”

Joost’s smirk faded slightly, as if your words had hit a nerve. But before he could respond, you turned on your heel and walked away, pushing through the crowd. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than standing there, feeling humiliated.

You found yourself outside on the porch, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks. You leaned against the railing, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. 

As you stood there, lost in thought, you felt a presence beside you. You looked up to see one of the guys from the drinking game, his expression concerned.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

You forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air.”

He nodded, leaning on the railing beside you. “Joost can be a real jerk sometimes. Don’t let him get to you.”

His words brought a surprising sense of comfort, easing the tension that had been building all night.

"Want a cigarette?" he asked, pulling out a pack and offering it to you as he took one for himself.

You nodded, taking one from the box and placing it between your lips.

He lit his cigarette first, the flame briefly illuminating his face, then leaned in to light yours. The warmth of the lighter’s flame brushed against your skin, and your eyes met his for a moment longer than you expected. There was something in his gaze, something playful and inviting, that made the tension in your chest ease just a bit more.

As you both exhaled that first drag, the smoke curled up into the night air, mixing with the muted sounds of the party behind you. You took another drag, feeling the calm slowly settle in.

“So,” he began with a teasing grin, “do you always make such dramatic exits at parties, or is tonight a special occasion?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the porch railing. “Only when the party’s worth it,” you replied, smirking. “Though I needed a good reason to escape that mess inside.”

He laughed, a warm sound that seemed to wrap around you. “Well, if you’re looking for an escape, I’m pretty good at keeping people distracted.” He leaned in just slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? And what kind of tricks are we talking about?”

He took a slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours. “I could start with some bad jokes, move on to charming conversation, and maybe—just maybe—end with something more interesting.” His gaze dipped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, the suggestion clear.

You felt your pulse quicken, the playful tension between you growing. “Bad jokes, huh?” you teased, trying to ignore the way his attention was making your heart race. “You must be a real pro.”

“Only when I’m inspired,” he shot back, his grin widening.

You laughed softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of your cigarettes. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that made it easy to forget the mess with Joost inside.

Before you could think too much about it, you took a step closer, closing the small gap between you. “Well,” you said, your voice a little softer, “maybe you can show me one of those tricks right now.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His eyes flickered with interest as he leaned in, the world around you fading until it was just the two of you on that porch. You could feel his breath against your lips, the anticipation crackling in the air. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the distance and kissed you.

The kiss was warm and gentle at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened as you responded, your hand moving to the back of his neck. His free hand found your waist, pulling you closer, and for a moment, everything else vanished—the noise from the party, the tension from earlier, even the lingering thoughts of Joost. All that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours and the way he was holding you as if he didn’t want to let go.

But the moment was shattered when the door to the house swung open. You broke the kiss and pulled away, feeling the heat of the moment, but as soon as Joost’s voice cut through the air, your heart sank. You looked over the guy’s shoulder to see Joost standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something that made your stomach twist with uncertainty.

“Y/N,” Joost said, his voice cool and controlled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He stepped onto the porch, his eyes drifting lazily between you and the guy beside you, who still had his hand on your waist. “Didn’t think you’d move on so quickly. Guess I underestimated you.”

The comment was sharp, laced with a mocking edge that sent a wave of irritation through you. You stepped back, putting some distance between yourself and the guy, who was now looking at Joost with a raised eyebrow, clearly sizing him up. But it wasn’t the guy beside you that had your attention—it was Joost and the way he was looking at you, like he was toying with you.

“Joost,” you started, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. “What do you want?”

He chuckled, a low, almost condescending sound, as he took a step closer, completely ignoring the other guy. “I just came out to get some air, but it looks like I walked in on something... interesting.” His eyes flicked to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “So, is this what you do now? Kiss random guys at parties?”

You felt your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “And what about you?” you shot back. “You were the one all over that girl inside, or did you forget?”

Joost’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “Oh, I didn’t forget. But I wasn’t expecting you to get so jealous. I mean, it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, right?”

The words stung, and Joost knew it. He was pushing your buttons, testing how far he could go. The guy beside you, sensing the tension, took a step back, clearly realizing this was between you and Joost.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “Why did you even invite me here, Joost? To play games? To mess with my head?”

He shrugged, his gaze never leaving yours. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you’d do. I like keeping things interesting.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to back down. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his smirk softening into something more genuine as he closed the distance between you. “But you like it, don’t you? You like that I keep you guessing.”

He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming. Part of you wanted to push him away, to walk back into the house and leave him standing there. But another part of you—the part that had always been drawn to his teasing, his unpredictability—couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“You know,” Joost continued, his voice low as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re not the only one who gets jealous. Seeing you with him...” He nodded slightly toward the guy who was now leaning against the porch railing, watching the interaction unfold. “It made me realize something.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And what’s that?”

“That I don’t like sharing,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as his fingers trailed down your cheek. “Especially not when it comes to you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. He leaned in closer, his lips just a hair’s breadth from yours, his teasing smirk still in place.

“You like being teased, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Admit it, Y/N. You love it when I push your buttons.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, Joost closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both demanding and intoxicating. This kiss was different from the one you’d shared with the other guy—it was filled with a fiery possessiveness, as if Joost was staking his claim.

Despite yourself, you found yourself kissing him back, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as you pulled him closer. It was infuriating how easily he could get under your skin, how much you craved this dangerous dance between you two.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you were both breathing heavily. “See?” he whispered, his voice a mix of arrogance and affection. “You can’t resist me.”

You bit your lip, trying to regain some control. “You’re such a jerk,” you muttered, but your words lacked conviction.

Joost chuckled softly, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. “Maybe, I am” he agreed, “but you like it”

Just as you were about to respond, the other guy cleared his throat, reminding you both that he was still there. Joost glanced over, his smirk returning as he gave the guy a mocking nod. “Thanks for keeping her company. I’ll take it from here.”

The guy rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, instead giving you a small, understanding smile before turning to head back inside, leaving you and Joost alone on the porch.

As the door closed behind the other guy, the night air seemed to grow still around you and Joost. The intensity of the moment hung heavy between you, and you could feel Joost’s gaze on you, sharp and possessive. He didn’t let go of your hand, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin.

He leaned down, his lips trailing along your neck, sending a shiver through your body. A soft whimper escaped your lips; you were powerless against him, and he knew it. He had you wrapped around his finger, completely at his mercy. You wanted something real, a relationship that meant more, but deep down, you knew he saw you as nothing more than his toy, something he could enjoy on his terms, whenever he pleased.

As his lips continued to explore your neck, each kiss igniting sparks under your skin, you felt the bittersweet ache in your chest intensify. You were caught between the intoxicating pull of his touch and the painful truth that settled in your mind: you were just a fleeting pleasure for him, a secret indulgence.

Joost’s hands roamed over your body with a practiced ease, every movement claiming more of you, making it harder to remember why you wanted something more. His teeth grazed your skin, drawing another helpless whimper from you, and a low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with arrogance. “You like being my toy”

You couldn’t deny it. The way he made you feel, the way he dominated every part of you, was intoxicating. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more—more than just stolen moments and empty promises. You wanted to be more than just his plaything.

But as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you even closer, you felt your resolve waver. It was so easy to give in, to let yourself be swept away by the heat of the moment, to forget everything else.

Yet, deep down, the truth gnawed at you. This was all he was willing to offer, and as much as it hurt, you knew you were powerless to change it. The thought stung, but the way he held you, the way he touched you, made it so hard to resist. You were trapped in a dangerous game, one that left you longing for more even as you knew you’d never have it.

Joost pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice a possessive growl, as if daring you to deny it.

And despite everything, despite the yearning for something real, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, “Yes, I’m yours.” 

But even as the words left your lips, you knew they carried a weight that neither of you fully acknowledged—a truth buried beneath the surface of a relationship that was anything but simple.