#when a girl just needs to blow off steam from work this is what she writes

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Intermediate

Feysand | T | Corporate Mod AU

1.5k, part 1 (two will be shameless smut), tysm @popjunkie42 for reading this over and joking about excel with me 😘💖

lucien's coffee mug

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Feyre may have elaborated on her past work history on her application.

“You can't be homeless, you can’t be homeless,” Feyre chants, feeling her breath catching in her throat as her mind works on overdrive to follow anything on the secondary screen with a Youtube video ‘Vlookups For Dummies.’

Alright, she flat out lied.

“‘Intermediate Excel experience’? Great advice, Lucien, fucking inspired — Wait.” Of course, how could she forget? Feyre’s lifeline.

“Prick,” Feyre grumbles. Technically, he did her a favor helping her get this job that she desperately needs to support her true passion, painting, but he’s still way too aware of how good-looking he is and acts too cocky for his own good.

The mahogany door opens and the most beautiful man she has ever seen pokes his head out, silky black locks having no right to fall so seductively over one side of his face.

“How much longer, darling?”

“Oh, not very! Almost done!”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

The door clicks shut and Feyre is as red as the bottom of her knock-off shoes. If it wasn’t mortifying enough she is completely incompetent and slid through the interview by memorizing corporate jargon with Lucien and wearing her best push-up bra, now she has to add looking like a bimbo in front of a man like that.

Rhysand Night, playboy entrepreneur who took his family’s old money and completely flipped the tech world on its head — all to benefit the end user, and not to line his own pockets or that of his shareholders.

Of course, not that he isn’t loaded.

Rhys is the most eligible playboy in Velaris and he tosses his black card around as much as his gleaming, heavily insured smile and perfectly sculpted, heavily tattooed muscles.

The things she would do to get in a room alone with him with as few clothes on as possible.

For her art's sake.

A perfect male specimen to model for her painting didn’t come around every day. Sure, there were plenty of attractive men who came to the studio to pose, but all of them paled in comparison to Rhys Night’s Instagram pics, sailing shirtless on a catamaran on the Adriatian Coast.

What else she’d do with the mental images of his nude body would be between her and her twenty dollar special, jersey cotton sheets.

Damn it, focus!

Feyre squeezes her thighs together to suppress the horny mess she is and begins typing in a flurry.

Heartbeat somewhere in her throat and sweat starting to collect along her hairline, Feyre clumsily clicks around the screen until she’s started a call with Lucien with the mic off and —after first flipping her camera on and nearly screeching at the level of incompetent she is feeling — she gets the two spreadsheets on the screen for Lucien to view.

Another thirty seconds wasted searching for that button, and Lucien is highlighting a cell and beginning the formula when the office door in front of her desk is sliding open again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This time, Rhys doesn’t just poke his head out. Oh, no, ohnonono, the walking sex god is fully out of his office. Sauntering over to her with his hands in his immaculate suit pockets. She can see out of the corner of her eye that Lucien is typing something or other, a question about an array? Jesus Christ, Lucien, as if I know what that word means if I need your help!

No, she’s Feyre Archeron. When her back gets pushed against the wall, she does her best work.

“Sorry to rush you, darling, but I really need that document for this meeting,” Rhys drawls and she can hear late nights with glasses of brandy, lacey red numbers and a thigh tossed casually over his lap in his voice. “Mistakes to call out, asses to chew, and all.”

His steady, clipped footfalls haven’t stopped.

Rhys is coming to her desk.

Fumbling like the ditzy blond men normally take her dishwater hair for —it's really more brown, but the fantasy is what they want— Feyre manages to close out of the Teams call.

The formula is only just started.

Feyre tucks a stray wave behind her ear and smiles cheekily up at the man stealing every bit of oxygen out of the air as he comes around her desk. “You must have slowed up the whole company’s computers with all your work, even mine is lagging.”

The full force of that smile right over her shoulder is too much as Rhys leans back against the wall and looks down at her like the dark fantasy he is. Those blue eyes flash nearly violet as he looks her over, letting his gaze linger on her low neckline.

Shit, she should have worn the push-up bra today.

“In my experience, if the boss shows up, it’ll make the system start working again. Just to make you sweat, you know?”

Can he see how sweaty I am? Oh god.

Feyre forces a laugh, prays it sounds natural and not like she’s losing her absolute mind.

His hands shift in his pocket and it draws her attention.

Being tall, dark and handsome means the first part lines his crotch nearly right up to her eyesight while she’s sitting at her desk. There’s the slightest bulge … Feyre swallows thickly and quickly looks back up, sure she’s blushing enough to hide even her freckles.

Rhys doesn’t catch her gawking. He’s looking at his office and then back to her screen.

God, right, he really needs this sheet.

“Want me to move aside and —”

“No, no, don’t let me micromanage you.” He squints ever so slightly. “What’s that? I haven’t seen that formula before.”

Feyre turns back to her screen and sucks in an inhale, nearly chokes on her own spit, but recovers enough to answer, “Oh, yeah, this. I was trying something new. Trying to impress the boss, y’know?” She laughs uncomfortably.

Rhys places one hand on the back of her chair and cages her in by placing his other on the desk beside her keyboard. He’s leaning over, spilling the scent of his citrus and sea salt cologne over her and the overwhelming sense of foreboding that she is definitely, irreversibly, about to get shit-canned from this job and single handedly embarrass herself beyond saving in front of the most beautiful fucking guy ever.

“Just do a vlookup, it’ll be faster. No need to impress anyone here, Feyre.”

He knows her name?

Oh god, he knows her name.

Why does it sound so god damn sinful coming off of his tongue?

He has to know what he’s doing to her.

Feyre presses her thighs even harder together, as if that will do anything to help her now. A cold bucket of ice water is all that will do.

“Let me just get rid of this and start again.” Feyre feels her mouth shape the words, feels her hand on her mouse highlight the cell Lucien started the xlookup in, feels her hand shift to her keyboard.

Tap tap tap goes the ‘backspace.’

But nothing happens.

Feyre wants to sink into the ground. Fall through a hole that sends her straight down the twenty floors to the basement, better yet to a pit preferably full of mud to bury herself under.

Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat.

“Just, let me —”

“Feyre, darling?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Night?”

“What’s your Excel experience level?”

“It’s um, well, it’s. You see. When I said ‘intermediate,’ I meant in like, the functional role I was in before. Which, was, you know, really different and um. So.”

“So … You’ve never opened an Excel document before?”

Feyre is mortified. She is never, ever going to recover from this never-ending moment and it’s all that fucking red headed prick’s fault and her own selfish desire to sleep under a roof.

Since when is being a starved, homeless artist so bad? Builds character.

Feyre shouldn’t have tried to bypass the character building part.

She lifts her chin up and looks sideways at Rhys who is still leaned over her shoulder, dazzling eyes staring at her screen in amusement. His sharp nose turns towards her and suddenly they’re sharing the same breath.

“My, my, what are we going to do about this, darling?”

[ellemj]

What Am I To You?

Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot: SMUT

Summary: You pissed your fuck buddy off and now he only has one question, but it takes a few orgasms to get the right answer out of you.

Warnings: profanity, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, facesitting, light choking, light breeding kink, no use of y/n, praise, spanking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings. Thank you to @littlemiss-yeehaw for the ones listed above, she's a gem.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: This filth came from a random 4am thought that created the dialogue in the first paragraph. I had to use it. Everyone should totally beg @littlemiss-yeehaw to post the horny lil sketch she started for this one-shot. Side note, should I start a tag list for people who want to be tagged in all fics I post? Idk, I'm still way too new to Tumblr to be running a blog like this lmfao. I need a team of advisors.

         “Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to? Get on the bed, I’ll show you.” You stay where you are, standing in the doorway of his bedroom with your arms crossed over your chest in a show of defiance. “Get on the fucking bed, right now.” He repeats, pointing a finger at his bed. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s seconds away from dishing out a punishment, one that he’ll enjoy far more than you, so you shuffle forward and crawl onto the bed as he watches. Good girl.

You’ve been here before. You know what he wants from you. He wants you on your hands and knees, with no looking back over your shoulder to see what’s coming. So that’s how you settle yourself, on your hands and knees, staring down at the soft, ruffled up bedding beneath you.

“What am I to you?” He asks, his tone scarily calm and even. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. What kind of answer is he looking for? You’re just fuck buddies. You use each other to de-stress after missions. It’s never been anything more, not once in the past two months that it’s been going on has there ever been so much as a hint that it could be something more.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. You listen intently as the familiar sound of Bucky’s belt buckle coming undone fills the silence in the room. A chill races through your body, dancing across the surface of your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“You don’t know…” Bucky tsks. You can’t see him, but he’s standing a couple of feet away from the foot of the bed, letting his eyes rake over your nearly exposed ass as he unbuttons his shirt. The little black dress that you’re wearing barely covers anything with the position you’re in, and he’s fucking thankful for it. In fact, if you hadn’t pissed him off tonight, he probably would’ve found some way to fuck you during the mission just because of that dress. But you pissed him off. “I’ll help you figure it out.” Bucky steps forward now, his warm right hand and cool, metal left hand both gracing the skin of your right ankle as he begins taking off your heels. He drops one to the floor before moving on to the other, and then he strips his shirt off and tosses it to the side as well.

“I thought we were just—”

“You don’t want to finish that sentence.” Bucky warns, effectively cutting you off and giving you a chance to save yourself. It’s beyond clear now that this isn’t just a fuck buddies situation to him anymore. It did start out that way though. Two months ago when you two stumbled into bed together, he proposed a friends-with-benefits type of relationship so casually that you would’ve thought he’d had plenty of them in his lifetime. It worked so well, with the two of you meeting up once or twice a week at either your place or his to blow off steam with good sex. It wasn’t until you were a month in that Bucky started to realize he hated the way you’d leave within half an hour of finishing each other off. He hated that you never slept over. He hated that you still had the freedom to talk to other guys, hell, you could even go out on dates with other guys if you wanted and he wouldn’t be able to say shit about it. Because this was nothing. It was just a casual agreement between friends.

Bucky trails his fingers along your calves slowly, taking his time as he decides what he’s going to do with you. Every other time that you’ve been together, he’s let it be a mutually beneficial thing. There was never a time where only one of you pleased the other, because that would’ve defeated the purpose of the arrangement. He would’ve been perfectly content with solely pleasuring you here and there, giving you everything while taking nothing for himself, but you always reciprocated and he never stopped you. But now, he’s going to do exactly what he wants. He’s going to show you what he is to you in the best way that he knows how: by making you come undone for him, by reminding you that no one else has ever or will ever make you feel the way that he can.

As Bucky pulls his hands away from your calves, you hear the sound of his pants dropping to the floor, the sound of his dog tags shifting around his neck and tapping against his bare chest with his movements, and then the sound of a deep sigh leaving his lips. Anticipation courses through your veins and mixes with adrenaline, creating a dangerous compound that only seems to encourage the wetness seeping into your panties. You shift on the bed, wiggling your hips and wishing you could clench your thighs together for even the smallest amount of friction. Bucky, of course, notices you moving and quickly gains control of the situation.

“Impatient, huh? Do you need something?” He questions slyly, letting his hands connect with your calves once again. You’re fooled by his gentle touch, your body not at all expecting his flesh hand to suddenly smack against your ass. “Answer me.” Holy shit. He’s never been quite like this with you before.

“I need you.” You answer, hoping he’ll give you anything in return.

“You don’t even know what I am to you, yet you need me?”

“Bucky…” Your voice trails off as his hands glide further up your legs, past the crooks of your knees and along the sides of your thighs. When both of his hands reach the curve of your ass, he begins pushing the hem of your dress up around your waist. The silence is deafening.

He wasn’t planning to be so rough with you, but as soon as his eyes land on the tiny black thong that was previously hidden beneath your tiny black dress, his hands start functioning on autopilot. A low groan rumbles past his lips as he pulls your panties to the side with his vibranium hand and shoves two fingers into your cunt, without a single breath of a warning.

“BUCKY!” You cry out, arching your back and trying to pull away from him. He moves his vibranium hand to grip your left hip, holding you firmly in place while his fingers are still buried knuckle-deep within you. Giving you little time to adjust, he begins sliding them in and out, in and out, giving himself a chance to feel how wet and tight you are for him. Fuck. It’s going to test every bit of his resolve and self-discipline to get through what he plans to do to you tonight.

“That’s it, say my name.” He encourages you, pumping his fingers in and out at a steady pace. When he leans in and attaches his lips to your clit, you fist the bedding in both hands and squeeze your eyes shut. Breathy moans and curses fall from your lips as his tongue circles over the most sensitive part of your body, all while his two fingers are curling inside of you. You’ve never been one to go careening toward an orgasm with little-to-no effort, but Bucky is skilled. That familiar knot is twisting tighter and tighter in your lower stomach as he relentlessly toys with your pussy.  He can tell you’re already close to your first orgasm of the night, and as much as he wants to withhold it until you admit that he means something to you, he wants to see you come undone for him even more.

“Bucky, I’m close.” Your voice is breathless, all of your energy is focused on actively denying yourself of your release. For the briefest second, you wonder why your body won’t just go ahead and cum, but then you realize that you want his permission. You want him to tell you to let go, to cum on his fingers and lips. Bucky fucks his fingers into you a little harder and deeper, reaching a spot that has your eyes rolling back in your head and your toes curling. Another loud moan from you has Bucky digging his vibranium fingers into your hip with enough force to leave bruises. He knows you’re right on the edge, and it takes him only a second to figure out why you’re not letting go. He pulls his head back for a moment but lets his fingers continue their work.

“Do you want to cum for me, baby?” He asks. There’s a teasing lilt to his voice that sends heat rushing to your cheeks. You nod your head fervently and he chuckles at your neediness. “Who gets you this wet? This desperate for release?” Fuck.

“You, Bucky.” You moan out your response as he pulls his fingers nearly all the way out and slides them back in at the slowest pace yet.

“Who else?” He demands to know, picking up the pace once again.

“No one, only you.” Your answer is honest and it earns you his mouth back on your clit. He sucks and licks at it like his life depends on your impending orgasm. He gets you right back to the edge within seconds, before breaking away from your clit momentarily just to say cum for me. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers as you unintentionally grind against his mouth. He flattens his tongue against your clit and lets you take everything you need. After a few more seconds of immense pleasure, the legs and arms that have been so dutifully holding you up are threatening to collapse.

“What am I to you?” Bucky repeats his question from earlier, but still, your answer is the same.

“I don’t know.” Your voice is quieter now, weaker since the first orgasm took so much energy out of you. Bucky shakes his head, though you can’t see him from your current position. He didn’t think you’d have a better answer after just one orgasm, but he’s going to give you a chance after each one anyway.

“Lay on your back.” Bucky commands. You do as you’re told. As you finally make eye contact with him, he can see the thankfulness in your gaze. You were getting tired of holding the same position. Bucky steps forward and places one knee on the bed, his hands sliding up your thighs. His fingers snag along the waistband of your thong before he begins pulling it down your legs. You bend your knees to make it easier, and he slips it off gently before dropping it on the floor with your heels and his clothes. He climbs onto the bed now, your legs instantly spreading to let him between them. He crawls over your body and the new sensation of his warm skin against yours is delicious. You wish he would’ve taken your dress off already. When you feel the outline of his hard cock, still covered by his boxers, pressing against your wet, sensitive cunt, your eyes flutter closed and your legs instinctively wrap around his hips. You’ve always been a sucker for this, for having him pressed against you so close yet not close enough. It’s always made you a bit feral and Bucky’s fully aware of that. A knowing smirk spreads across his features as he puts a little more weight into your position, pressing his cock against you a little harder. When you open your eyes and look up at him, he has to remind himself that he can’t just give in a fuck the shit out of you right now. He has an end goal.

“Why do we still have clothes on?” You ask, referring to your dress and his boxers. Bucky chuckles lowly starts circling his hips against you, drawing a soft hum from your pretty lips. He dips his head down and starts leaving light kisses along the side of your neck. He knows that’s a weakness of yours too, his mouth anywhere on your skin. It’s one of the first tactics he deploys when he wants to fuck but he isn’t sure if you’re up for it or not.

“Do you want our clothes off?” Bucky breathes the question against the skin just below your earlobe and you find yourself having trouble concentrating. He can feel you nod, but he doesn’t actually give a damn about what you want right now. He’s not a monster though, so he’ll give you half of what you want. He pushes himself off of you in one swift movement and stands on the floor beside the bed. You turn your head to watch as he slides his boxers down his legs and kicks them off. They join the pile that consists of the rest of his clothes, your heels, and your thong on the floor. When he returns to his position on top of you, you stick out your bottom lip in a pout over him not removing your dress. He’s quick to lean in and suck that bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down on it lightly before slipping his tongue into your mouth. He always tastes so fucking good, though you can never pinpoint what he tastes like. It’s just him. Honestly, you’d let him spit in your mouth if he wanted to.

Bucky kisses a lot like he fucks, with so much passion that it makes your heart race and your mind reel. It makes you think about how mediocre every other kiss with any other guy was, about how kissing was just a minor part of foreplay until you started kissing him. Now kissing is everything. Your hands travel up his sides and settle on either side of his face as you fight to deepen the kiss. When you suck on his tongue, he groans into your mouth and pulls back. You love the way his lips and nose get pink when he kisses you like that.

“No more kissing.” Bucky rasps. You let out a whine that makes his cock twitch. He loves hearing how needy you are for him, but it’s especially enjoyable when he hears how needy you are just for him to kiss you. He starts grinding his now bare cock along the folds of your pussy with just the right amount of pressure, focusing his efforts on your clit. He probably should’ve used his mouth and fingers again for this one, because he’s far too close to cumming just from feeling how wet you are against his shaft. His cock collects your wetness more and more with each thrust of his hips, and for a second he thinks about just letting the tip slide in. He won’t do it though, not yet. He won’t put his cock inside of you until he’s ready to make you cum for the third time.

“You’re being a tease tonight.” You pout, letting your hands find his hips and using your grasp there to pull him harder against you. He stills himself and you let out a frustrated sigh. Why isn’t he giving you more?

“You’re being greedy. You already came once, you should be saying thank you.” Bucky retorts, pushing himself up with his hands and sitting back on his knees between your legs. Your eyes are quick to zone in on his cock, just as his flesh hand is wrapping around it and giving it a firm stroke from the base to the tip. God, you’ve always loved seeing him touch himself. He doesn’t do it in front of you often. Normally the two of you are quick to get down to business and just fuck, but there have been a few very memorable times where you get to see him stroke his cock right before he guides it inside of you. Your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip, and for a second Bucky imagines that same tongue all over his fucking cock. No. This isn’t about him tonight. This is about finally making you see what’s been right in front of you all along.

“Please.” The word leaves your lips so softly, so gently, that Bucky’s hand hesitates around his length. He’s never heard you beg before. You’ve never had a reason to, he always gave you what you needed, before you had to ask. A dark feeling settles within his chest as he realizes he likes it.

“Please?” He repeats the word, as if he doesn’t understand the meaning. You see the way his gaze changes from one of lust to one of pure desire. He wants more.

“Please, Bucky. Fuck me.” You give him the most innocent look you can muster up as you lay there in his bed with your pussy exposed and nearly dripping onto his bedding. He tightens his fist around the base of his cock and scrunches his eyes closed, clearly trying to talk himself down from blowing his load way too fucking soon. If he sits there and looks at you any longer, he won’t last, he won’t be able to make it to his end goal tonight. The only thing he can think of to keep himself on track is something that’ll easily obscure his vision of you.

“No, you’re going to sit on my face.” He says roughly, positioning himself on his back next to you. He looks over at you impatiently, he almost looks offended that you’re not already changing positions for him. You’re quick to sit up and swing a leg over his torso, straddling his chest but not making any contact with him yet. “I said my face, sweetheart.”

“I know, but—” You’re about to point out that he’s already eaten you out once tonight and you haven’t even had the chance to reciprocate, when he abruptly grasps your thighs and pulls you over his head. “Fuck.” You mumble the curse word out as he easily pulls you down, your cunt making contact with his mouth as he dives in. You can’t form a single thought as his tongue delves into you. He fucks you with it almost as thoroughly as he did with his fingers just a few minutes ago, thrusting it in and out while your clit brushes against the tip of his nose. His hands slide back to grip your ass and you have to brace your hands on the headboard to keep from putting your full weight on his face. He can feel your resistance and he hates it. He lifts you up an inch just to chastise you.

“I said sit on my fucking face, not hover over it.” He pulls you down again but this time he brings his right hand in to rub harsh circles against your clit as his tongue continues its work on your entrance. You’re panting and breaking out in a sweat within a few seconds. You still haven’t fully sat on his face, so he’s going to give you one more punishment and see if you’ll give in. His vibranium hand moves away from you and the swings back once more, slapping your ass so hard that you fall forward a bit, your cunt landing firmly against Bucky’s mouth. He hums against your pussy in approval, and the sound sends vibrations through your core. Fuck. You’re going to cum a second time and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. When he sets just the right pressure and pace with his flesh fingers on your clit, and his tongue starts lapping into you like eating pussy is his fucking career, your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your chest is heaving and your knuckles are turning white as your death grip on the headboard threatens to bruise your palms.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. Oh my god, Bucky!” You cry the words out so loudly, yet your voice sounds so far away in your own ears as your orgasm short circuits your entire nervous system. After a few seconds, you realize you’re grinding lazy circles against Bucky’s mouth, and he’s letting you. “Shit.” You mutter, using all of your remaining strength to try to dismount his face. He grasps your thighs to stop you, and then places a long, gentle kiss right against your clit, sucking on it in the slightest bit as he pulls back. Then, he lets you go. You collapse on the bed next to him, your breasts threatening to spill over the low-cut neckline of your dress from tonight’s activities thus far.

“What am I to you?” Bucky asks a third time, rolling onto his side to face you. He gazes at you with a much gentler expression than earlier as he brushes a few loose strands of hair away from your face. He thinks you look so damn perfect like this. You always glow after sex, but after two orgasms you could be mistaken for the fucking sun.

“Bucky…” Your voice trails off as you desperately search your brain for the answer he’s looking for. He obviously doesn’t want you to say that he’s your fuck buddy, and maybe he isn’t. You probably shouldn’t feel as jealous as you do when he ends up on missions with Sharon instead of you, that’s not very fuck-buddy-friendly of you. You also probably shouldn’t hate the few minutes after sex when he’s catching his breath in bed while you’re pulling your clothes on, hoping he won’t be annoyed with how long it takes you to get out of his apartment. Maybe you’re more than fuck buddies. But still, you don’t know what to call it. “I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure.” Bucky repeats slowly, as if he’s tasting the words. His facial expression remains gentle, but the light in his eyes darkens. “Take off your dress.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You push yourself up and sit on the side of the bed before pulling the dress over your head and letting it fall to the floor. You haven’t even had the chance to lay back down when he starts moving to sit right behind you, letting his legs come around either side of you so your back presses against his chest. Ah, you see where he’s going with this. The wall that you’re both now facing has a tall standing mirror, giving you the perfect view of your naked body in front of his in the dim light of his bedroom. “Look at yourself.” Bucky coos, cupping your chin with his flesh hand and tilting your head up the tiniest bit. “So fucking pretty.”

His words have you blushing for some reason. Of all of the times you’ve been naked in his bed, you don’t recall him ever saying sweet things to you just for the sake of saying them. Maybe he thought them, you wouldn’t know, but he sure as hell never said them. It sends a wave of warmth throughout your body, and your already pink-tinged cheeks take on another layer of blush. With almost no effort, Bucky places his hands on your hips and pushes you up to a standing position. He then tucks his legs between yours and then grips his cock in his hand. He gives it a few slow pumps before angling you above it and then guiding you to sit down. Right on his fucking dick. The moan that leaves your lips as your head falls back against his shoulder could’ve come from amateur porn. The penetration feels as if it’s happening in slow motion, as you take one-fourth, then half, then three-fourths, and then…his entire fucking cock inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, all of it.” Bucky begins peppering kisses across your neck and right shoulder, but his eyes are locked on the mirror, staring at where the two of you are connected. “Whose fingers make you cum?” He asks, as his right hand skims down your side, straight to your clit. He uses his middle and ring fingers to start gently massaging your already-sensitive clit. You lift your head to meet his gaze in the mirror.

“Yours.” You answer quietly, slowly beginning to slide up and down his length. You’re only moving an inch at a time, not yet adjusted nor ready to fuck his cock how it deserves to be fucked.

“Good girl.” Why does such simple praise from him make you feel like you’re having a mini orgasm on the spot? Jesus. You start fucking half of his cock now, lifting yourself up and then sitting back down, but not daring to pull off anywhere near the tip. “Whose mouth makes you cum?”

“Yours.” You say again, a little louder this time as the pleasure begins building low in your stomach once more.

“That’s right, you’re doing so good for me, baby.” Bucky picks up the pace with his hand. His work on your clit is making stars flash in your vision and your pussy continuous clench around his cock. “And who do you let cum in this perfect little pussy? Huh? Who does this belong to?” He asks, his eyes once again drifting down in the mirror until they land on where his cock is disappearing inside of you. He groans as you sit fully down on it again.

“You, Bucky.” You moan, now fully adjusted to his thick length. You start bouncing on it, unable to control yourself any longer. Bucky’s having none of that. He quickly slides his flesh hand up your stomach, between your breasts, and wraps it around your neck. He isn’t choking you, he’s merely gaining your full attention with an authoritative move. You freeze, your eyes locking onto his in the mirror as you sit there with his entire length inside of you.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, and then I’m going to cum inside you so fucking deep that you might end up pregnant.” His filthy words give you as much pleasure as any touch, any kiss, any physical thing he could ever do to you. Your pussy tightens around him at the promise that he’s just spoken. “Now tell me, why would you be here right now, letting me do that? What am I to you?”

“Everything.”

Finally, you gave him the right answer.

[openupforme]

ꪖꪻ ꪗꪮꪊ᥅ ꪑꫀ᥅ᥴꪗ - E.W.

*pics from pinterest, i don’t own these.

[] Pairing : soft!rough!dom!ellie x needy!reader

[] Synopsis : Twice out of the year you both take the [] day off. One of you needs to relieve your stress and [] one of you needs to blow off steam. One out of the [] two of you does all the hard work, while one of you [] is incapable of moving or doing anything at all.

[] Warnings : 18+, MDNI, swearing, teasing, HEAVY SMUT, bondage, HEAVY overstimulation, PRAISING, ellie refers to the reader as baby and angel, dom!ellie, bottom!reader, face fucking (r! receiving), oral sex, strap on fucking {lmk if i missed anything please 🦦}

[] Authors Note : Digital footprint? we don’t know [] them. BUT ANYWAYS, i hope you enjoy. let me [] know if any of you have anything specific you [] might want to read next? CAN SOMEONE PLEASE [] TEACH ME HOW TO DO THE REQUEST THINGY [] FOR THE BIO? oh yeah this is a modern!AU

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The soft pillow that is nestled under your neck turns cold, and your body shivers due to your naked state. Due to how smoldering Boston’s weather is in the summer, the AC unit thats connected to the window adjacent to your bed is blowing at high speed. Even after the sun goes down, your two bedroom apartment sometimes still feels like a sauna if it's not put to use.

The once forgotten chilling air pulls you out of your thoughts, making you shiver again. You slide your leg across the bed to try and locate your blanket, only to remember the words your girlfriend muttered to you thar morning. "I want nothing getting in the way when I'm fucking you as many times as I want later", she said even though she was sleep disoriented.

Your eyes are covered, your hands are tied, your bodies shivering, and Ellie is still nowhere to be found. The green eyed girl whispered dirty things in your ear, fingered you until your toes curled, just to get off the bed with a "You're probably hungry, I'll be back baby". You’re immensely lucky to call her yours, but now it's her fault you’re freezing.

You laid there for what felt like eternity under the blistering air until you hear the bedroom door open. Your head tilts towards the direction of the door. Well where you assume the door is. The soft patter of feet comes closer and you feel the bed sink under your girlfriends weight.

“Hi Angel are you awake?" Ellie says before dragging her finger softly across your jawline.

"I'm awake, but I'm fucking freezing. Can you please turn the air conditioner down?" You say in a small voice.

"Of course I will, it's my fault you're freezing anyway. I also stopped by Salvador's and got your favorite." she stated cutely as yoi waited for her to return to the bed.

The buzzing caused by the AC stops as Ellie resumes her position next to you. Silence engulfs the room and you feel her hand start to softly caress your stomach making you sigh. "I don't want the food to get cold. I'm going to feed you, not like you have another choice anyways," she said as you giggled at her reference to the ropes around your wrists and blindfold over your eyes.

"That's fine baby, I love when you take care of me" You smile and wait for her retrieve the food out of the bag. Soon you felt a styrofoam container being sat on your stomach, and as soon as Ellie opened it you moaned at the smell.

"Baby no more moaning please. For the foods sake, one more of those and I might throw this food and my control out of the window." she said with what you know is a smile on her face, that tone always indicated playfulness. "Open up" she says before the taco is placed in your mouth, and an unintended groan rumbles from your throat.

You hear a whimper come from Ellie who is sitting beside you, as the taco is being taken away from your mouth so you can chew. You hear Ellie begin to woof down her portion of the Taco's, moaning with each bite. While the two of you were eating you could feel her eyes trailing across your naked chest. You could physically feel her eating you alive with just her gaze alone. The thought alone making your legs try to clench together.

After many bites and groans the once chilly room was becoming warm and lust filled. The sexual tension was rising by the second and the thought of being thoroughly fucked for the fifth time today made your legs clench shut. “Already ready for more? Your last orgasm wasn't even an hour ago," Ellie said picking up on your body language.

“You're moaning and I can practically hear your loud filthy thoughts. Might I add that you're teasing me and I don't appreciate it." You sigh out. It's normal for you to get turned on quickly when you’re with your girl, her presence alone made your body want to heat up.

"I didn't mean to tease you, Sal's infamous tacos are just too fucking good. Plus baby, you know all you have to do is ask if you want something. Remember what I told you the other week?" she asked as her hand began to trail down your stomach.

"You've told me many things the other week. Please elabora-" you were cut short when her slender fingers began to rub your clit, making your back arch off of the bed.

"I told you that I am yours. Anything you wish is my command, because you are my everything. I also said that I love to please you, it's my favorite thing and an honor to have the privilege of worshipping you. You are my drug. You'll get anything you want, as long as I'm able to please you and call you mine." she said before removing her gifts from god from your nerve bundle. Butterflies and a series of whines erupt from your throat at her words and the loss of contact.

"You show me everyday baby, would you mind showing me just how addicted you are?" you say in a breathy tone, already dripping onto your shared black sheets once again.

"Anything for you angel, I was going show you whether you asked or not." The horn dog said moving the empty food carton from my stomach, and tossing it onto our bedside table.

You hear the rustling of clothes, and knew they were being thrown recklessly on the floor of your bedroom. The bed then dips and you feel soft and warm hands spread my thighs gently. Then you hear her soft voice cut through the silent air, "What do you want baby? Whatever it is i'll give it you". you moan at her low tone and start to thrust your hips into the air, becoming impatient due to your turned on state.

"I want you to do what you always do. Make me feel good. Put your tongue in my pussy please” you moan out desperately.

Before you knew it her long slender tongue was deep inside your tight hole. Ellie instantly starts moving her head back and forth, while she kept a strong grip on your thighs. You try to run away due to the pleasure being to immense, but your restraints keep you secure. She temporarily pulls away to sexily whisper to you.

“Why’re you running baby? This is what you wanted yeah? Then stop squirming and let me fuck you with my tongue. I know you want it”

She dives back in and soon sounds start emitting from between your legs that make you want to cover your mouth in embarrassment, but you physically can’t. Wet slurping and Ellie’s moans are booming off of the walls, as she continues to plunge her long muscle inside of you.

You can feel the tongue inside of you curling upwards and moving backwards. You realized Ellie was quite literally swallowing your cum, drinking from you like you held the fountain of youth between your thighs.

“Fuck baby please p-please, stop it feels too good” You say trying but failing to shy away from her quick thrusting tongue.

Ellie comes up for air to quickly say “You know your safe word baby, and unless you use it i’m not fucking stopping. So be quiet and take it like a good girl okay?” The auburn haired girl says before her tongue is once again quickly dragging along your walls. Making white lightning shoot up your spine. The noises coming from your mouth sound downright pornographic. Who can blame you? This is what you wanted right?

You feel her slender fingers glide up your thigh to your stomach and they end up harshly tugging at your nipples. The pain of that mixed with the wet sucking noises your pussy makes as it’s being rammed into you has you beginning to sob. It was too much. She was too much.

Seconds felt like hours. You could do nothing but lay there like a good girl and succumb to her torture. That tongue was relentless and it’s goal was to LITERALLY fuck the life straight from your body.

You could only imagine what Ellie looked like in this moment. Eyes closed in bliss, loose hair sticking to her forehead, while you could feel her whimpers of satisfaction vibrating inside of your walls. The thought alone has you approaching your orgasm with the speed of light.

The blindfold covering your eyes doesn’t help with your sensitivity. As soon as your vision was engulfed in darkness your other senses skyrocketed, and that was before Ellie even started fucking you. Now there’s a flame roaring between your thighs.

Her nose is pressing against your clit with every jerk of her head between your legs. They started to shake under her palms as you cried for mercy. “Good girl, it’s okay good girl” she’d mutter to you every once in a while when she came up for air.

Suddenly she pulls away from your pussy causing you to cry out. You start to wail out and beg for her to let you cum, but your admissions are being ignored.

“Baby calm down it’s okay. I’m just going to grab something, I’ll be right back okay” She whispering softly, to which you respond with a tear filled voice “N-no! Baby please just fuck me, fuck-fuck me please I need you”.

“So needy, behave for me please? Just wait a minute angel, I promise to fill you up again” She said as you felt her weight lift off of the bed, making you sob harder.

You hear the closet door open with a *click* and you instantly quiet for a second. “Hm what happened baby? I thought you wanted me to fill you up” she says with that fucking stupid smirk on her face. You can’t see her but you know it’s etched on her lips.

“E-ellie wait, I don’t know if I can take that right now. I f-feel like i’m going to pass out any second now” You whisper shakily, knowing damn well you want her cock to stretch your tight pussy open.

“You know you can always safe word if you want to. I’d never do something you’re unsure about, but something tells me that your neglected hole wants to squeeze me” Ellie says now on her knees staring down at your pussy from above.

The tip is pressed on your clit, making your back painfully arch as far as it could. A moan so loud it shook the ceiling escaped your mouth. “You want me baby? Beg me” She said repeating the movement making a squeal rush out of your mouth. All Ellie could do was coo at you and laugh at your overstimulation.

“In-Inside please” You beg like a bitch in heat. You try to rut your hips up enough to force the tip to slip inside, which earns you a blistering slap to your thigh. “Stop fucking squirming, ask me properly” Ellie was growing impatient, she wanted nothing more than for you finally beg so she could fuck you into your shared bed.

“Y-your cock, please put it in my pussy. I need y-you so bad so fucking bad. I-I’ll do anything, just PLEASE” you blabber making Ellie look down at you in pity.

“Okay baby, okay I got you.” She whispers thinking that she’s tortured you enough.

After Ellie’s statement you felt the fat head of the silicon toy push inside of you. This caused the loudest whimper yet the leave your tight throat. “Oh fuck well would you look at that, you’re trying to pull me in deeper already.” She mutters through a groan.

You feel the toy slowly gliding along your gummy walls, making it harder to breathe. The thick girth of the toy is causing your pussy to stretch. It’s a big step up from Ellie’s lengthy tongue but it feels deliciously painful. The toy is only half way inside of you now, but that doesn’t stop you from crying out “O-oh god fuck, it’s too much” to the girl above you. The toy is sliding in deeper, massaging the nerve endings in your channel perfectly, and all you wish you could do was put your hand on Ellie’s stomach to stop her from going any deeper.

Before the strap on can bottom out within your pussy you feel Ellie drag it out of you slowly. Squelching noises follow due to the vast amount of wetness that surrounds the toy. The sound makes Ellie moan out and then push back in slowly.

You think she’s trying to tease you but deep down Ellie just doesn’t want to hurt you. She’s trying to allow your pussy to accommodate to the large size. As much as she’d like to rip you in half, she still feels like being gentle is needed right now. Especially because of how sensitive she knows you are right now.

You cant stop the moans from pouring out of you at her slow pace, in and out in and out. It’s that mouthwatering torture you crave but fuck you wish she’d go faster.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that the toy was now snug against your sensitive cervix. You yelp out loudly like a dog that just got it’s paw stepped on, because fuck it’s big. The toy she picked out of your combined collection makes few appearances. But when it does, you know you’re going to end up fucked out and gasping for air.

“Oh angel it’s okay, I know you can handle it. You’ll tell me if you can’t won’t you? Yeah I know you will. I just want you to give me one more okay? Just one more.” Ellie says wanting to coax a 6th orgasm out of your tired pussy.

Ellie on the other hand is so drunk off the sight of your puffy pussy lips stretching to accommodate her length that her mouth bobs open and closed like a gaping fish out of water. This is what she lives for. This is what keeps the breath in her lungs. Being able to make you feel the pleasure you deserve.

Ellie’s waited too long, and before you know it she’s pistoning inside your pussy with immense speed. All you can do is cry and try to squirm away, but still to no avail the ropes remind you that you can’t. Gut wrenching sobs burst past your lips as your tears soak the material of the thin mask. Ellie notices this, and she halts her movements while the toy is pushed as deep as it can go inside of you. She leans forward and gently pulls the soaking material away from your eyes.

“Agh there you are angel, you know the deal. Keep your eyes on me or I swear on all I love that I’ll stop. Do you understand me?” She says menacingly. You wouldn’t dare disobey her. But before you can even respond that you “understand” she’s already moving her hips back and forth.

The look on Ellie’s face right now can only be described as ravenous. You made the mistake of catching her eyes with yours, and she can see the submission pouring out of your irises. She bites her lip, grips your thighs, and starts fucking into you like it’s the last time she’ll be able to. You didn’t even think it was possible for her to move faster but she managed to.

Your eyes cross towards your nose at the newfound pace. This makes Ellie let out a cute giggle, you look so fucking pathetic. The toy mixed with the look of hunger on Ellie’s face has you back on the edge again.

The long cock is reaching so far inside of you that you can feel it nudging against your stomach. You can physically see your stomach bulging up and down from each of her harsh thrusts.

You cant fucking take it anymore. Ellie’s groans, the pleasure, the sight of your stomach popping up and down has you ready to explode. But Ellie knows that.

“I know you want to cum, beg me angel, or I’ll stop right now” That threat has you panicking.

“P-please can I come? Please m-make me come. I need it, please fuck I-I need it. Just want to come for you, be your good girl.” you cry out and babble in despair.

“Okay okay, shhhh I got you, I got you. Let go for me. You did so good” Ellie says lifting a purple remote. She then presses down and you hear a click. Oh fuck.

As soon as her finger lifted off of the device intense vibrations are being soaked up by your walls. The pleasurable hum touches that spot deep inside of you. You’re a goner.

The orgasm you finally get the chance to experience takes you out of your fucking body. Screams and wails flood out of your mouth. At this point your neighbors probably think you’re being murdered. But the thought doesn’t stop the white creamy liquid that’s shooting out of your hole. Not only does it cover the whole of Ellie’s thighs and stomach but is also soaks the bed under your ass too.

Ellie simply just stares at you in awe, still buried to the hilt letting the vibrations work you through the comedown. The aftershocks of your intense orgasm still have you shaking, they still have you crying, and fuck it won’t stop.

“O-out please, it’s too much. I’m so f-fucking sensitive. Ellie please” you cry out still feeling little tears slide down your cheeks.

Ellie finally breaks from her trance and clicks the button causing the sensation to finally stop. She slowly slides out of you making you whine at the loss, but cry out from joy. You pussy is completely wrecked and all you want is that sweet aftercare.

Ellie unstraps the toy and gives you a hasty but soft “Ill be right back, okay?” And after hearing the running water shut off she emerges with a wash cloth. The warm cotton glides against your thighs, and moves gently along your outer lips. She straightens her back and stands back up.

“What do you say pretty?” Ellie says her voice filled with love. But you’re still too stuck in a trace to answer. The crying has subsided but you’re still shaking. So she asks you again.

“What do you say? Don’t test my fucking patience.” Ellie now speaks with that dominant tone you adore.

“Th-thank you, fuck thank you” You whimper out pathetically, trying to think of how she could possibly assume you’re in any position to form words right now.

“Thank you for what angel?” The soft tilt to her voice returns.

“For making me cum, for calling me your good girl.” You say calming down slowly as each second passes by.

“Good girl, you did so good. I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me please you. I’m going to untie you now okay?” Ellie says already making her way towards the binds around your left wrist.

One by one each knot comes undone, and after each one you’re slipping closer and closer to sleep. Before your brain that’s been turned to mush can comprehend what’s happening you’re pulled onto Ellie’s strong chest.

The last thing you say to Ellie before you fall asleep is the soft admission of “You had your fun today, but next time it’s you that’s going to be in that position.”

Ending AN: So yeah that happened.

[thealternateuniverse]

How did you handle it?

1st part here

A/N: Didn't expect the number of likes on the first part, thank you so much 😭

Also, I know now who does Paige's braids now. I saw her on tiktok.

Warning/s: Read at your own risk

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Following Ice's most recent live stream, Y/N's phone is constantly vibrating, and her Instagram feed is overflowing with follow requests and mentions. She didn't leave her apartment on the weekends after hearing from her teammates about their near-brawl on Friday night. She was trying to blow off some steam at the time, but she lost her cool and almost got into it. Azzi gave them a good earful, and Geno had more to say. Y/N apologized to her teammates, explaining that she was acting out of character at the time.

She felt a little better and forgot about her parents' divorce for a while. Not until her father texted her that he will be at her game next week. Dad is always the one who comes to her games; mom is too busy and cannot make time.

Frustrated, Y/N drops the dumbels.

"Yo! "KK, give me back my phone!" KK is running for her life, clutching Paiges' phone. Paige, on the other hand, looks terrified as if her life depends on with whatever is contained within her phone.

"Whaaaat! Dude, I just caught you stalking---asfghgjjhkjlhlk!" Paige caught up with KK and placed her palm on her mouth.

"Shut up!" She took her phone.

KK sounds like a dying goat now, with Paige's hands still on her mouth. Paige lets go of her and KK gasped for air.

"Shit, Hah! I just did not saw you do that P!" KK is shaking her head, laughing.

"I swear K, if you open your mouth I'll make sure that you will nev---" KK immediately zipped her mouth.

"You got it P! Your 'lil secret is safe." KK gave her a mischievous wink.

These two are as mischievous as ever.

Shaking her head, Y/N slips off her sweat-soaked muscle top, revealing only her sports bra. She could see Paige and KK's jaws drop from her peripheral vision. She turned towards them.

"What? "You guys have some saliva here." Y/N pointed to the side of her lip. The two appear to have come to their senses and instantly pretend to do something. Weird. It's as if they're seeing each other for the first time, taking off their clothes. Y/N twisted her hair into a sloppy knot and resumed lifting. She was halfway through lifting when Nika slapped her bum.

"Babe, I need you to braid my hair. Do you have a sec?"

She nodded to Nika and followed her. They walk past the others who were working out, and Y/N couldn't help but notice Paige and the way her biceps and deltoids popped while doing that damn pull up. Get a grip, Miller; you see your teammate doing this on a regular basis. Y/N reprimanded herself.

"So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape," Nika recited dramatically.

Nika came out laughing after noticing Y/N glancing at Paige.

"Don't worry, babe; she gets it a lot. And... Damn, did you just realized she's fine? You have to keep up; you have a home court advantage here." Nika winked. Y/N gave Nika a puzzled glance. It's not that she likes Paige; she just admires the muscles. That is it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Y/N said making Nika snort.

"Okay, alright. I'm blind, I can't see, must be my poor eyesight."

Y/N endured Nika's teasing while doing her hair; she doesn't want to appear defensive, so she allows her friend and pretends that Nika Muhl seeing her looking at Paige Bueckers didn't affect her.

"Thank you, Baby. "I love the braids." Nika blew her a kiss before they returned to their routines.

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Paige glanced around cautiously before scrolling through her phone. She couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake that had led to her being caught by KK. She wasn't stalking, though; the algorithm following Ice's live had led her to Y/N's tagged photos and edits on Instagram. It was kind of annoying that Y/N was now known for being the "pretty girl" from the team instead of for her talent as a player. Paige had witnessed firsthand how great Y/N was during her time at Stanford. If it weren't for her MCL injury during her second year, she would have been neck and neck with Nika's stats in the last 2022-2023 conference.

"Girly, you are still not done? Man you are really living up to be a stalker ." KK tried to glance at Paige's phone, Paige was quick to hide it.

"I am not!" Paige responded defensively.

"Of course, why stalk when you can see her every day. Home court advantage." KK playfully raised her brows and gestured towards where Y/N is, shooting 3 point shots. Yeah, Paige mused to herself. Paige knows she's got the home court advantage, always playing on familiar turf. Y/N, on the other hand, is a social media ghost, her posts as rare as a shooting star, reserved only for strategic brand alliances. Just like she guards the offensive players on the court, she protects her privacy with the same intensity, keeping her personal life shrouded in mystery.

"You are not gonna like this." KK's gasp breaks the silence, drawing Paige's attention as she leans in, sharing her latest sports article discovery. With rapt interest, they both delve into the words, their silent communion speaking volumes as they absorb every line, lost in the world of sports unfolding before them.

Sports Agent Katherine Taylor-Miller Entangled in New Romance Amidst Divorce

In a whirlwind of events, sports agent Katherine Taylor-Miller finds herself at the center of media attention following news of her divorce from husband Craig Miller. The prominent figure in the sports world, best known for representing basketball star Breanna Stewart, is reportedly embarking on a new romance with Los Angeles' top firm lawyer, Drew Ross.

While Taylor-Miller has remained tight-lipped about the circulating photos online, indicating her involvement with Ross, sources close to the situation confirm that the divorce proceedings are well underway. The couple, who share a daughter, aged 22, are navigating this transition as their family dynamic shifts.

Adding a layer of complexity to the situation, their daughter, a talented athlete in her own right, has been making waves on the collegiate basketball scene. Initially playing for Stanford University during her freshman and sophomore years, she has recently transferred to the University of Connecticut for her junior year, following in the footsteps of her mother's client, Breanna Stewart.

The unfolding saga has captivated both sports enthusiasts and gossip followers alike, as speculation mounts about the implications for Taylor-Miller's career and personal life. As the situation continues to develop, all eyes remain on the high-profile sports agent and her newfound path forward.

Paige's confusion bubbles to the surface in her question. "Wait, so... that is Y/N's mom?"

KK nods solemnly. "Yep. Didn't expect that."

Paige's brow furrows as she scans the article again. "That article is nasty. It was unnecessary to mention, Y/N."

The two exchange a knowing glance before their gaze shifts towards Y/N, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the tabloids.

KK weighs the options for a moment before nodding resolutely. "Very. She's not gonna like it. Do we tell her?" KK's gaze seeks approval from Paige, who meets it with a shake of her head, silently acknowledging the delicate situation and opting to shield Y/N from unnecessary distress for now. "She'll find out sooner."

KK lets out a low whistle, her disbelief evident in her tone. "Unbelievable. I never thought her mom is Katherine Taylor. That woman was a badass, but yeah, whoever wrote this has some unpaid rent due." Paige nods in agreement, a hint of frustration tainting her expression as they both recognize the injustice of the situation.

The sudden thud startles both Paige and KK. Their heads snap towards the source of the sound, only to find Y/N on the bench-side taking a water break, her hand suspended and her phone on the floor.

"That's what we're talking about."

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Y/N absentmindedly follows her teammates to Subway after they decided to grab some lunch there. Despite the buzz of camaraderie around her, she's lost in her own thoughts, savoring the simple pleasure of a break from today's events. Just as she starts to believe her day couldn't get any better, her world is rocked by the unwelcome intrusion of her parents' divorce being publicized.

Her heart sinks as she grapples with the sudden exposure of her family's private turmoil. Y/N has always been fiercely protective of her personal life, preferring to keep it shielded from prying eyes. The earlier article had already crossed a line, but this latest development feels like a betrayal of trust, a violation of the boundaries she holds sacred. She can't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration at the unnecessary intrusion into her family's affairs, a bitterness that threatens to overshadow the sweetness of her teammates' company.

Y/N finds a glimmer of solace in the silent solidarity of her teammates. As they gather around the table at Subway, not a single word is spoken about the tumultuous news that has shaken her world.

In that moment, Y/N feels a profound gratitude wash over her, a deep appreciation for their unspoken understanding and respect for her boundaries.

"The salad won't eat itself," snapped Paige, jolting Y/N from her deep thoughts. Y/N mechanically took a fork, but her salad remained untouched.

"Eat up, Miller. You need your energy." Paige commandeered the fork and began mixing the salad for Y/N.

"How did you handle it?" Y/N's voice trembled with vulnerability, causing Paige to pause mid-stir.

Paige didn't respond immediately, her mind racing to grasp the depth of Y/N's question. It didn't take long for the realization to sink in—it was about the divorce.

"When your parents divorced? How did you handle it?" Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a vulnerability she hadn't intended to reveal. Paige felt a pang of empathy twist in her gut. Y/N's question caught her off guard.

"Nevermind," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she wiped away the threatening tears. Determinedly, she finally began to eat her salad, hoping to distract herself from the emotional turmoil of the day.

As she savored each bite, Y/N made a conscious effort to push aside the weight of her parents' divorce. Her phone buzzed incessantly with texts and calls, but she only mustered the strength to respond to her dad via text. All she wanted was for their divorce to be finalized so they could all move forward with their lives.

Her thoughts drifted to the inevitable changes ahead. Her mom and dad would each go their separate ways, free to pursue new relationships if they so chose. While the idea of their family no longer being whole was a painful one, Y/N knew it was time to accept reality.

Above all, she yearned for one simple request: no more articles portraying her solely as her mother's daughter. She was determined to forge her own path, to carve out her own identity separate from her family's legacy.

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"You okay, babe?" Nika asked Y/N, slinging her arm around her shoulders. Y/N responded with her most convincing smile. "I'm fine," she assured Nika, though the skepticism lingered in her friend's nod. "Just so you know, we're here for you, okay?" Nika offered a comforting hug. "Thanks, babe."

As they strolled back to the university after lunch, Nika, Azzi, and Aaliyah had already forged ahead for their afternoon classes, while Paige had disappeared into god knows where. Y/N's afternoon lay open; no classes to attend. She pondered whether to take a stroll around her apartment's neighborhood or indulge in a swim in the pool.

Waving goodbye to her teammates as they reached the university's parking lot, she contemplated driving back home.

Sighing, Y/N parked her car and headed towards her apartment, only to be surprised by a waiting Paige Bueckers holding a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream.

"Paige, don't you have a class or something?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige still in her training attire: a UConn Huskies hoodie, basketball jersey shorts, socks, and slides.

Paige handed her the pint without saying anything.

"You asked me how I handled my parents' divorce," Paige shrugged.

"W-well forget it. I didn't mean to ---"

"It was hard. I thought we were a happy family, that they had vows, through thick and thin, for better or worse type of shit. I was angry, wondering what could possibly make them decide they weren't meant for each other. They had me for Christ's sake. It hurt to think that one day they'd meet someone new and start over, and what about me if that happens?" Paige took a deep breath before continuing.

"The good thing is, I was able to understand that it's better to have that divorce than to pretend they're still happy. I saw how happy my father is with his new family, happier than he was with my mother... All I'm trying to say is, whatever you feel in your current situation is valid—all the thoughts running in your head, the what-ifs, they're all valid. You'll come to terms with it soon, just give yourself time to feel it. And don't forget, you have us. It sucks to be a divorce child if you don't have siblings. It's okay, Miller. You can mope, you can lash out, feel it all the way."

Y/N burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, surprising Paige, especially considering they were in a parking lot. Y/N didn't know why the floodgates had opened—was it the news of her parents' divorce? The stress of the article? Or perhaps simply the ice cream? Regardless, she found herself releasing all the pent-up emotions.

"Christ, Miller. I didn't expect you to break down right here," Paige panicked, attempting to pacify her, though Y/N continued crying loudly.

Paige gently grabbed her hand, and together they walked towards Y/N's apartment, Y/N still sobbing loudly.

"People will think I made you cry." Paige said shaking her head.

They entered Y/N's apartment, with Paige leading the way as Y/N was too preoccupied at the moment. Paige settled Y/N on her couch and opened the ice cream she had brought. Y/N accepted it and took a spoonful, still teary-eyed.

Paige looked at her friend in disbelief, finding her oddly cute in this vulnerable state, with red, glistening eyes and puffy cheeks from crying.

They sat in silence, letting the ice cream provide comfort. It worked, as Y/N's tears eventually ceased.

"Thank you, Bueckers. I needed that cry and... the ice cream. How can I ever pay you back?" Y/N leaned her head on Paige's shoulder, grateful it was Paige who knew her favorite ice cream flavor.

Paige pretended to ponder the question. "You don't have to. Just get back to being yourself," she said, gently ruffling Y/N's hair. Y/N sighed in contentment.

"I mean it, though. Thank you for being here. I was resigned to being miserable today," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude. They exchanged glances, and Paige found herself momentarily lost in Y/N's mesmerizing eyes. There was something about them that drew her in. She quickly looked away, not wanting to get too carried away and do something she shouldn't.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Get yourself together, Miller," Paige replied, more to herself than to Y/N, feeling her ears grow warm.

"Are you okay? You seem... red?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige's flushed cheeks.

"Not as red as you are. You look ugly when you cry, Y/N," Paige remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N stiffened at the comment. This was the first time she had heard Paige address her by her first name. The surprise on Y/N's face caused Paige's brows to furrow.

"What?" Paige asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Nothing, you've never called me by my name before. Or maybe you did, I just didn't hear you," Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay it. She didn't want to make Paige feel awkward.

"I just don't know what to feel hearing it from you. It sounds different," Y/N admitted.

Paige choked on her response, caught off guard by Y/N's vulnerability. This woman will be the death of her one day. -----------------

[kerrslvr]

london derby // sam kerr x beth england x reader

in which, after spurs vs chelsea ending in a draw, beth and sam end up winning your orgasms, which in that moment, is far better than a super league trophy.

warnings; 18+ strap ons, graphic smut, petnames, dom!sam, dom!beth, sub!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, face sitting, probably more but writing this one fried my brain 👍🏼

this is basically just pwp. and it’s filth. and i haven’t written smut in months so it’s all a bit all over the place. but i was so excited to burst back onto the writing scene. sorry. enjoy lesbians xx

"hello?"

your voice echoed through the hotel room when you picked up the phone. it was late enough so that the sun had started to set, although, on a drizzly sunday in london, there wasn't much of a sun to set anyway.

at first you wondered who was calling the hotel phoneline. nobody really knew where you were staying other than your manager, who'd set you up in the hotel for a few days for work, but of course, when the voice sounded on the other end of the line; you realised it couldn't be anybody else.

"hey, sweetheart," beth's sickly sweet voice oozed through the phone, "still in london then, i hear?"

the smirk that planted itself on your lips was one you weren't quite able to remove, and your insides jumped at the thought of beth sneaking into your hotel room.

"yeah," you breathed, "how'd you know i was staying in walthamstow?"

"not just a pretty face, darling," you could hear the smugness in her voice before she'd even spoken, "now listen, i just had a shit game and need to blow off some steam, you up for it?"

after a day of trying to get a headstart on work before a busy few days, you really were up for it.

"you know i'm always up for it, bethy."

"good girl, i'll be there soon."

beth was a semi-frequent hook up of yours, and you both liked the company the other person gave you in and outside of the bedroom, she was older and the power she held was something you both enjoyed, yet she was able to be somebody you saw as a friend.

neither of you were ready for anything serious when you first started hooking up, and so it meant you could both get away with sleeping with other girls while she was at different places in the country.

plus, it also meant you'd gained quite the phonebook of famous faces, and interchanging which of beth's friends you'd chose to sleep with whenever they were playing near you was almost as fun as sleeping with beth herself.

you tried your hardest to keep yourself entertained while you waited, unpacking the rest of your things so they didn't crease in your suitcase, opening a bottle of wine from the mini fridge, you even managed to have just enough time for a quick shower.

as you tightened the belt on the hotel robe, there was a knock at the door in three quick successions, and if you were any more eager to get to the door you would've tripped over your own feet.

from outside the door, beth could hear the pitter-patter of your eager feet, and she waited patiently for you to unhook the latch.

"took long enough." you swung open the door, only to be greeted by not one, but two faces standing at your hotel room door.

there, standing in their respective training gear, stood beth and sam, her opponent from todays match, and another semi-frequent hook up of yours. you were positive your face went redder than a tomato, but your insides juxtaposed the feeling of embarrassment by backflipping into oblivion at the thought of what the two of them could do to you. together.

"had to make a quick pitstop," beth didn't wait for you to step aside so she could enter, and neither did sam. "do you know who sam is, darling? or do i need to make some introductions?"

they both stared at you blankly as you stood at the door, dumbfounded. in all the months you'd been hooking up with beth and her friends, you never expected to be caught out.

"beth's asking you a question, y/n. i suggest you answer her, and i suggest you tell the truth or else it won't end up very well for you, will it, princess?"

"n-no."

"no it won't end well, or no you don't know sam?" beth raised an eyebrow and admired you, as you stood there, silent. "come on, darling, you're on a clock here."

"n-no, it won't end well, yes, i know sam."

sam walked towards you, hands brushing against your robe, and it brought you back to reality. "and, how do you know sam?"

her hands slipped underneath the robe, fingertips cold against the soft, partially damp skin of your shoulders. she knew what she was doing, working you up, teasing you so you'd slip up and beth would know all your secrets. still, she'd probably fucked just as many of your friends as you had hers, so you figured you should call it even.

you looked up at sam, her brown eyes tantalizingly soft, despite holding so much dominance, so much eagerness to fuck the living daylights out of you.

"i know sam because, i, because we..." you took a moment to compose yourself, but sam's hands were roaming across your body under your pointless waffle robe, and beth was standing just as close to you now. "because we fuck too."

sam pushed at the hem of the robe, and it fell to your elbows, announcing your bare chest to the room. beth's hands carressed one of your boobs, and your nipple pebbled in the process. she couldn't help but let out a domineering chuckle.

"thank you for being honest, darling."

your breath hitched when sam's lips echoed the skin of your shoulder, leaving ghost-like kisses to your hot flesh. "you should know, neither of us are very happy. how long have you been lying?"

"not long."

beth's fingers pinched your nipple and you winced, "don't fucking lie."

"only a couple of months," your mouth worked faster than your brain in that moment, "we'd already been hooking up for a while when i started sleeping with sam, bethy. i promise 'm not lying."

sam's lips became more apparent on your skin, and beth continued to play around with your nipples, switching between the both of them with her soft but cold fingertips.

"you were so eager for this to happen that you didn't even bother putting on underwear, did you?" sam cooed, "i could see your tits through the robe before you'd even opened the fucking door."

sam's lips worked back up your arm, kissing around the curve of your boob until she'd latched herself onto a nipple, eliciting a moan from your mouth, and now beth had a free hand she was able to pull the robe off of your body completely, and she watched as your body ignited in goosebumps.

"you wanted this to happen, didn't you, baby? hm?" beth's hand instinctively wrapped around your neck and your lips parted. sam's hands took place of her mouth, pinching, rubbing and nicking at your nipples until they became puffy, just like she wanted them.

"i didn't know you were both going to show up," you shifted on your feet, and despite trying to help it, a smirk brushed across your cheeks, "but it was a nice surprise."

"god, you're in one of those insufferable fucking moods again," sam grunted, pinching both of your nipples together between her thumb and forefinger so hard it sent sharp jolts of pain up through your chest and down to your fingers. she turned to beth, as you reacted with a wince of pain.

"can you fucking stand her when she's in one of these moods?"

"she always seems to do it when she knows i'm pissed off with her, don't you babygirl?"

"no."

beth sucked her teeth, as if proving her point, and sam pulled you closer to her body by your nipples, and once again, instinctually wrapped her hand around your throat. the pain through your chest was intense, and sam's hand stopped a release of noise to tumble from your mouth.

"don't fucking lie," she said through gritted teeth, "beth's told you once, and if we tell you again you'll be left high and dry. do i make myself clear?"

silence fell upon the room and beth rolled her eyes, her hand coming into sharp contact with your bum as punishment for your lack of answer, and sam's hand contracted around your throat, "i said, do i make myself fucking clear?"

"y-yes." you choked out as best you could given your circumstance, and after sam left a hot, searing kiss to your lips, she pulled away from your throat as if she was never gripping it, although the mark of her hand across your neck said otherwise.

"right, here's whats going to fucking happen," beth tilted your face towards her, and you winced at the strain in your neck, "we are going to use you how we want, take out our frustrations on you, and all you have to do is lay there and take it. do you understand?"

"mhm," you nodded, voice gravelly, "i understand."

"good girl," sam cooed, "do you remember your colour system?"

if you weren't so desperate to be fucked you'd have slapped sam round the face. you introduced her - and beth - to the traffic light system. it was as if they were mocking you.

"yes," you breathed, "green for good, orange is i'm okay but i'm almost at my limit and red for stop."

beth's hand came around your face and you flinched, thinking she could read your mind and that she would slap you, but instead she caressed it slowly. "are you scared, angel?"

"n-no," you shrugged, "thought you were going to slap me."

"that's never made you flinch before, though love, has it?" sam cooed, unzipping her jacket and throwing it on top of your robe, and for a minute her face was lost in the fabric of her t-shirt until that too, landed in the pile of clothes behind you. it was as she sunk to her knees that you noticed the captains armband on her bicep, and you gulped. "but then again, maybe beth's doing it wrong."

beth simply rolled her eyes. they were friends, but they were also rivals, on the pitch, and now off the pitch, as they fought to make you cum.

you opened your mouth to speak, but instead the words caught in the back of your throat. sam's tongue trailed your pussy, purposely avoiding the two places you needed her the most, but that still didn't stop the tingling sensation in your tummy from building.

your eyes trailed to beth, who was also pulling her clothes from her body, the muscles in her arms flexing as she pulled off her shirt, and she too, was wearing her captains armband on her bicep, something that let a soft growl leave your lips.

sam's tongue finally found its rightful place on your clit and one hand immediately flung to her hair, a moan tumbling from your mouth. once beth was stripped down to her sports bra and underwear, she came around the back of you and kept you upright so you didn't hurt yourself.

if there was one thing you loved the most about hooking up with sam - it was her pussy eating. you could stand here in this moment for days and never get bored of the feeling. she loved knowing how much you loved it and she was a woman of her craft that never left you unsatisfied.

she settled into a comfier position and allowed herself to go to town on you, making you moan and cry within seconds of taking full control.

"does that feel good, darling?" beth asked, her hands cupping your tits and stimulating your puffy nipples as her lips grazed along your neck and sucked at the spot under your ear, making some blooming red spots of her own on your skin. your other hand found her wrist as you nodded.

"need.. m-more," you breathed, pushing her hand up to your neck, and both her and sam let out chuckles.

"god, youre so fucking needy," sam cooed, the vibrations of her voice making your clit twitch, "does it not embarrass you how needy you actually are?"

you bucked your hips up into sam's face after she'd spoken and it proved her point without you even opening your mouth. beth's lips were rampant on your neck, sucking harsh marks that were almost definitely already turning blue, and you sucked on her finger sloppily.

sam's tongue traced circles on your clit and your legs threatened to buckle at the embarrassing sensitivity. the bubble inside your stomach was building at a rapid rate and sam was purposely using that to her advantage, pulling your clit between her teeth and sucking on it as if it were a sweet.

you reached around to beth, fumbling for the line of her underwear, and when you slipped your finger under the waistband she gasped softly, allowing you to feel her as best you could.

the cotton was damp and you smirked around her finger as your own guided themselves as best they could to her clit through the awkward angle, and when your fingertip met with the bud she pulled away from your neck and bit the lobe of your ear.

"trying to make me cum too, princess? hm?" you nodded as an answer, unable to speak with her finger sitting on your tongue, "shouldn't you at least cum for sam first, baby?"

"she's far too greedy for that." sam's words were muffled and you ground yourself down onto her tongue, which only spurred her on further.

your pussy began to twitch, your breathing started to get heavier, and sam knew you were close to cumming, but she still expected you to ask.

"sam.. 'm gonna.. please can i-"

your own orgasm cut you off, ripping through your muscles like a knife and you were unable to control it. the hand that was in beth's underwear stilled and she held you in place by your neck so you didn't topple over onto the floor, and sam's tongue lay flat against your pussy as you rode out your orgasm.

sam's face glistened as she stood, and you couldn't help the urge to pull her in so you could taste yourself on her lips. she smirked against your skin, "one nil to me i'd say," sam looked across at beth, "what d'you think?"

"i think y/n's got a lot more where that one came from," she teased, releasing you from her grasp and pulling you across to the bed, "so really, sam, i'm not losing just yet."

you landed on the mattress with a soft thud, allowing the girls to admire you for a moment in the darkening room. sam undressed herself fully and crawled up onto the bed first, swiftly followed by beth, and the pair of them hovered over your face. the next few minutes were a blur of lips, unsure of who was kissing who, but it was a sight to behold.

"are you gonna stay nice and still for me, darling?" beth cooed into your ear, sending goosebumps over your arms. all you could do was nod, "i would say you need to stay quiet too, but i can read sam's mind like a book."

the pair of them shared a growing smirk, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you watched sam hook her leg over your chest so she was straddling you, "i'll make sure she stays quiet and still, so don't worry too much about that."

beth's lips traced your hipbones, kissing along every inch of flesh until your leg flinched, while sam eased herself up and up until her pussy was inches from your face. your hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her in place - and to keep them from wandering down to usher beth to hurry up - and she teased you by using her strength to hover above you until beth was ready.

"what's your colour, sweetheart?"

"green, bethy."

one of sam's hands came down and brushed beth's bum as she moved further down your body, a gesture that sent your mind into a frenzy and you whimpered at the sight; although you knew better than to make too much of scene out of the ordeal.

your clit twitched at the sensation of spit trickling around it, and beth was doing her age-old spit trick to lube you up; not that you really needed it.

in the blink of an eye, sam had lowered herself right down onto your face until you had no choice but to use your tongue. you were nowhere near as good as sam or beth - they had a lot more years of experience than you did - but you were damn good.

as your tongue began to kitten lick sam's clit, beth's finger slid knuckle by knuckle deeper into your pussy, and you mewled at the sensation. sam's hands grabbed your boobs for balance, and she began to rock her hips in time with your tongue.

"fucking hell, i forgot how good this tongue really was," sam pulled up and let you regain some air, "hold it still for me then, angel. you know what i want to do."

you poked out your tongue, mouth slack and wide and you let sam sink back down onto it, riding it as if it were a dildo. she pinched a nipple in the process and a whimper tumbled from your mouth and vibrated around her right as beth added another finger, this time your pussy comfortable enough for her to push through further.

"should really have your pussy filled more often, shouldn't you, darling? it's so tight, like a little virgin. i bet you can't wait for one of us to fill it later."

"one of us?" sam questioned, sounding as cool as ever despite your tongue being an inch deep inside her, "i'm just as eager to fill it as you are."

the exchange of words was met with a garbled moan, and you pulled your tongue from sam's pussy so you could breathe momentarily, and you allowed yourself to moan at the movement of beth's fingers, silently praying for her to add another finger.

sam rocked back and forth on your tongue once more, and you licked around her swollen clit every time the tip of your tongue came into contact with it, while beth added another finger inside of you.

your palms started to sweat and you dug your fingers into the muscly flesh of sam's thigh so you were able to keep ahold of her while beth's tongue came into contact with your clit. you took a leaf out of her book and began to mimic the movements of her tongue on sam, to which she let out a loud moan of appreciation.

"god, you've got such a pretty pussy." beth cooed as she pulled away, and when sam leaned down to rub the tip of her nose around your clit and trickle a line of spit down the valley of your walls to meet beth's fingers, you struggled to keep your rhythm.

beth teased you by dragging another finger around your entrance and eagerly licked your sensitive clit in quick motions so you were left a wriggling, moaning mess. your moans vibrated along sam's pussy and she too, was a wriggling, moaning mess on top of you.

your grip released from sam's thigh and you tapped beth's leg, motioning for her to swing her hips round to your hands, which she did, and once again, your fingers found her pussy. beth took a sharp intake of breath and a moan tumbled from her lips when your middle finger began to circle her clit, and now the room was a cacophony of moans that warranted a neighbors complaint.

sam's hips began to rock over your face quicker now that she was starting to feel her orgasm approach, expletives consistently leaving her mouth as one of her hands moved up to her nipple and she played with it in time with yours.

you pushed beth's underwear down her legs as best you could with one hand, and you now had the perfect angle to slide a finger inside of her, and as you slid one into her, she slowly added the third, teasing finger inside you and she was able to let her moans reverberate across your sensitive pussy.

"oh, fucking hell, 'm gonna cum if you keep eating my pussy like that, baby," sam pulled away from your tongue for a second, and you were able to get a small glimpse of beth eating your pussy and moaned, "oh, you like that, do you?"

in response to sam's question, your pussy clenched and despite her not being able to feel it, she sensed the answer was yes.

"clenching all over my fingers, babygirl? god, you're so desperate to cum, aren't you?" beth asked, resting her head on your thigh as she watched her wet fingers slip in and out of you, "if you're that fucking desperate with just my fingers inside of you, i dread to think how desperate you'll be when i resort to other measures."

"get in fuckin' line, beth," sam groaned, slotting herself back over your face, "i'm still the only one out of the two of us thats made her cum so far."

you knew your orgasm wouldn't be much longer, and so you sped up the movement of your finger inside beth, adding a second and a third in quick motions. your jaw started to ache, and sam's hips started to rock back and forth much faster than they were before; she too, wanted to cum just as much as you did.

you continued to clench around beth's fingers and when she curled them up to your g-spot repeatedly, you were unable to control your body's reflexes. beth smirked and her mouth latched to your clit again, wanting desperately to taste you as you came.

"she's gonna cum, look at her poor little legs thrashing around," sam noted, leaning forward to grip at your thighs so they didn't thrash as much as they originally were. your fingers dug into sam's thigh as harsh as they could to let her know she was correct, but she leaned down so her hand brushed your throat, "you'll wait for me and beth to cum first before you do, do you understand?"

you mewled against sam's pussy and as a response, beth slapped your swollen clit, "do not make me ask again," sam spoke harshly. as a response, you just nodded. "good girl, now get on with it."

your tongue had never moved as fast as it did in that moment, and you curled your fingers inside beth just as she had done inside you, and both of them were left moaning, wriggling messes. it was quite fun to be on this side of the window, but you'd much rather be the one receiving than the one giving. especially when their head was as good as it was.

sam came first, her entire body shaking and her clit twitching as your name left her mouth repeatedly, and beth came not too much longer after, rocking back on your fingers and leaving you desperate for a release. your pussy ached, and your throat was dry, and now, you really were embarrassed about how desperate you were.

"p-please. c-can i cum now?"

sam moved so she was facing you, and she admired your face that was glistening with her wetness, while beth's lips dragged soft kisses across your pubic bone.

"i dunno," sam answered, turning to look at beth, "what do you think?"

beth's fingers curled inside of you once more and your body rippled at the sensation, "i think she's been good enough, if a little greedy."

and that was all the answer you needed. sam's mouth found one of your nipples and her hand focused on the other, while beth's focus was solely on your pussy. she loved watching it clench and drip as she fingered it and licked it. your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and nobody was going to stop the earthquake of an orgasm that shattered through your body.

you moaned louder than you expected at the stimulation you were getting from all over, and your body couldn't hold back the aftershocks that rippled through it. the loud, wet noises of beth slurping up all your wetness left your mind reeling, and it was even worse when she began to exchange the liquid between the three of you, as if she was a mother bird feeding her children.

"jesus, you taste so fucking sweet," sam noted, wiping the trail of spit that fell from your lip and sucking it into her own mouth, "i could taste you every single day."

"join the club," beth replied, admiring her work of your limp body. she stuck a finger in your mouth and let you suck off the remaining juices to keep you occupied while she spoke to sam, "you or me first?"

"oh well, i think it's only fair y/n shows you how incredible her tongue really is," sam's cocky smirk came back, "unless you'd rather let me have a second ride."

beth rolled her eyes and you couldn't help but flicker your gaze between the two of them. "i don't mind going second, means shes going to be uncontrollable," she looked down at you and stroked your face with the hand that was just in your mouth, and a damp trail of her spit covered finger was left across your cheek, "colour, darling?"

"i'm. uh, green. i think."

"you think?" sam asked, genuinely a bit concerned. "if you want to stop, darling all you have to do is say."

"n-no, i don't, not yet," your hand found hers in a sweet gesture, "i'm just getting a little tired, but im green."

sam placed a kiss to your hand and beth stroked your cheek, "you know we'll take excellent care of you, don't you, princess?"

you nodded in response, and sam released your hand so she could walk to her overnight bag, fumbling for whatever it was she was looking for. while she did that, beth caught you in a steamy make out and was able to shift you around, so she was now laying back on the pillows and you were hovering over her, your ass already perked up and waiting eagerly for sam's return.

you were so eager to finally taste beth that you didn't even hear the shuffling of sam's feet on the floor. you didn't notice her presence behind you until you felt the cold sensation of lube trickling down your thighs.

your fingers massaged the skin around beth's pussy and you turned round to face sam, standing behind you adorning your favourite strap of hers. it made you feel all warm and mushy inside knowing that her and beth brought your favourite toys with them so they could watch you crumble.

"why've you turned round, darling?" sam asked, her hand working up and down the shaft of the penis harnessed around her waist, "shouldn't you be making beth cum?"

you mewled at the mixture of the sight before you and the words leaving her lips, and then you felt beth's hand on your chin, yanking you back around to face her. "don't focus on sam, y/n. focus on me. understand?"

her voice was stern, but she had a soft look in her eyes.

"yes, beth, i understand."

she kissed you softly and then her hands juxtaposed her actions when she forced your head down to her crotch. as soon as your tongue came into contact with beth's clit, her head landed on the headboard and her eyes rolled back into her head, she was already sensitive and the sight of you about to be fucked by one of her friends was already sending her into overdrive.

as you got into a slow, soft rhythm, sam slid herself inside you and the stretch made you cry. sam's hips forced closer and closer to your bum until the strap was all the way inside of your pussy and it left you reeling.

you waved your hand across your back and sam grabbed ahold of your fingers, looping them together with hers. "everything okay?"

"mhm," you nodded, lifting your head up from beth's crotch, "jus' need you to stay there for a minute."

beth smirked up at sam, "bless her, she's really not been fucked in a long time, has she?"

"clearly not," sam pulled out and repeated the action, her hips drawing closer and closer to your skin, "do all the other girls not fuck you as good as us, baby? hm?"

"n-no," you choked out, "you two are the b-best."

your mind reeled as you slipped your tongue between beth's folds, and you soon realised that you would end up doing anything they wanted you to in that moment, and you knew they knew that too.

your body reacted quicker than you did as sam's hips began to thrust in an even rhythm, allowing you to adjust and wriggle accordingly. beth's moans were like sweet music to your ears as you continued to eat her out. her sweaty body was shaking with adrenaline, and the need to cum by your mouth, and you wished you could stay in the moment forever.

"less admiring, more eating," beth stated, punctuating herself with a slap to your cheek that was light enough to not hurt but daring enough to leave you reeling, "or else we'll tie you up in the corner and watch us do it to each other while you sit there crying."

"she'd probably fucking enjoy that," sam muttered, every word formed with a thrust, "but then again i couldn't stand to listen to her incessant whining."

"your choice, sweetheart."

your body was reeling now, and you knew it wouldn't be long before your third orgasm of the night washed over you, but you wanted to put all of your remaining effort into beth. you struggled to find a rhythm that your exhausted tongue could keep up with, and then beth started to grind her hips and it felt much easier for you to keep up with getting her to cum.

"starting to wear out, darling?" beth asked, a question that wasn't patronizing on paper, but in execution.

"mhm," you mumbled as you continued your plight, "but i wanna k-keep going."

"christ, you're like a bitch in heat," sam said, her own hips struggling to find rhythm at the nearing of her release, "can't seem to throw in the towel, can you baby?"

you shook your head and the feeling of your tongue sliding along beth's pussy made her jolt, and you completed the action until her mouth went slack. her hands grabbed bunches of your hair and held you in place as her second orgasm washed through her, your name tumbling out of her mouth like a mantra.

"sam... i... i don't know how much longer i can hold it," you croaked once beth had released your head. "p-please."

you reached around and grabbed sam's hand, and she held it at your lower back as she regained a newfound force to fuck you with, shoving you forward until your face landed in the space of duvet between where beth's legs were previously placed.

you didn't even realise beth had moved away from her spot in front of you until you felt her fingers circling your clit. your mind went numb in that moment as you struggled to find the words to announce that you were cumming, instead just a slur of screams and swears all rolled into one.

beth's hand came into contact with the skin of your cheeks and you hummed as you came to, "still feeling up for one more round?" she asked, "it'll be over so quickly, darling. you'll barely even feel it."

"o-okay," you nodded, and leaned in for a kiss which beth obliged, "but only if i get to sit between sam's legs so i can rest."

your eyes fell on sam as she slipped her legs out of the strap harness, and she'd never looked at you with so much care in her eyes before. "of course you can," she kissed your head, "our sleepy little girl."

your pussy was aching so much by this point, but you absolutely loved the way beth fucked you, and you weren't letting the evening end without feeling her for at least a few minutes. sam got comfy, her legs spreading out wide that her ankles hung over the edges of the bed, leaving you plenty of room to get comfy between them.

your head fell to the crook of her neck and she hooked her arms underneath yours so she was able to play with your nipples, and coax along your orgasm by flicking your clit if it was needed.

you watched beth with hooded eyes as she put on her strap harness, adorning your favourite strap of hers much like sam had done, and if you weren't so exhausted it would've amused you that they probably planned this prior to today's game.

it worked in beth's favour that you were clinging onto the edge of consciousness. she knew she'd end up getting waterworks and this was her favourite part of having sex with you - you didn't give up until you had nothing left to give.

"remember, darling, if you want to stop at anytime, all -"

"- i have to do is say red, i know," you nodded, your hair tickling sam's chin as beth lined up in front of you, "i remember."

"of course you do," she smirked, and punctuated her next sentence by gently easing her dick inside of you, "our clever little girl."

you gasped at the feeling of another dick sliding easily inside of you. this one was slightly curved, meaning it hit your g-spot almost instantly when beth hit the right angle.

sam’s hands wandered around your sweaty body, her damp finger pads drawing soft, gentle circles over your nipples that made them feel as if they were on fire.

beth knew she didn’t have time to waste, and so she flung one of your legs over her shoulder, and it earned her a rather excitable moan from you. the angle felt much better now, and her dick hit your g-spot with such ease that it left you feeling dizzy.

“f-fuck, beth, c-can you feel it?”

“i can feel it all, princess,” she oozed confidence and it sent a swarm of butterflies into your lower stomach, “i love it when your body’s got a mind of it’s own, can’t you feel yourself dripping down your legs?”

you shook your head at her question, and while one of sam’s hands stayed firmly planted on your nipple, one travelled down south to your clit, which throbbed as she touched it.

“y/n,” sam’s breath was hot on your neck as her lips travelled across the red skin, “you’re so fucking wet it’s unbelievable.”

“i-i can’t feel it,” your eyebrows furrowed, “w-why can’t i feel it?”

“because you’re being fucked so good, babe,” beth changed her angle again, this time bringing herself lower so she was closer to your face, and the hit of the g-spot felt exceptionally good now, and she smirked when you moaned again, “see?”

sam rolled her eyes but you chose to ignore their playful banter and focus on your imminent orgasm. beth’s thrusts were strong, and you watched as her dick slipped in and out of your pussy, each time trickles of wetness fell onto the duvet and made the bed wetter and wetter.

“do you trust me?” she asked.

“always,” you replied, “i’ll always trust you. both of you.”

“good, cause once i do this we all know what’s going to happen, and it’s going to be messy.”

beth hooked your other leg over her shoulder, and you screamed out at the pleasure coursing through your body. her dick was relentlessly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and your body began to thrash at the sheer pleasure it was feeling.

sam tried her best to hold you down while flicking your clit, her lips nibbling your ear as she watched with eager eyes and anticipation.

“b-beth…. ‘m gonna…. can’t hold it any longer.”

within seconds of the broken sentence leaving your lips, your body went limp. you’d well and truly lost control of your clenching muscles and couldn’t stop the release from happening even if you wanted to.

the bedsheets underneath you grew in wetness, and felt as if they’d been soaked in a bathtub. sam’s fingers continued to toy with your clit as your muscles continued to contract and release bodily fluids all over the three of you, particularly yours and sam’s legs and beth’s face, but none of you minded.

you managed to conjure up enough strength in your weak arms to push sam’s hand away from your pussy when you’d eventually stopped cumming, and beth slid off the strap and came to your aid almost immediately after that.

the two of them shifted you so you were sat in the middle of them, your dead weight, exhausted body split between the two of them. sam wiped the dampness from your cheek while beth kissed your temple, both of them consistently praising how well you did, how proud they were.

“you did such a good job tonight, babe,” sam noted, shifting her weight slightly so she could reach across to the table at the side of the bed and grab your bottle of water, “what do you need now? here, drink.”

sam held the bottle to your lips and you glugged the liquid eagerly, and as the water brought you back to a sense of life, you felt embarrassed about your appearance.

“i, uh, i’d quite like a bath.”

“we can run you a bath,” beth kissed your temple again, and soon her fingers entwined with yours, “want us to stay? or go?”

“i want you to stay,” you mumbled, your mouth working faster than your brain, “both of you, just for a bit.”

sam rolled off the bed and scooped you up between her arms, carrying you slowly towards the bathroom as beth darted in to run your bath.

“okay,” sam looked down at your exhausted figure, “we’ll stay. for a while.”

[moonstruckme]

soft sirius x reader pleasee 🙏🙏 either established relationship or fwb/friends to lovers vibes you decide

Thanks for requesting!

modern au

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

“You ought to start locking the door,” Sirius calls out as he enters your flat. You tug out one earbud to hear him better. “I could be a serial killer.” 

“Right, sure,” you snark lightly, washing dishes double-time. “And you ought to start calling before you come by, but we both have our bad habits.” 

“Like you’d pick up if I did.” He saunters into the kitchen, taking in the mess and then pretending not to notice. He leans against the counter beside where you’re working. “I just thought I’d drop in and see if you have a bit of free time.”

“A bit?” you laugh. “Looking for a quickie, Black?” You stack more dishes on the drying rack, jolting forward to steady them when a bowl on the top threatens to tumble. “Sorry, no time. The kitchen’s been a mess for days, I have to clean up before my flatmate gets home from class and murders me.” 

“But she seems like such a nice girl,” Sirius muses, taking the precarious bowl and drying it with a towel. “Anyway, doesn’t your flatmate’s last class end at, like, six? It’s hardly three.” 

“It’s weird that you know that.” It’s not, really. You know a freakish amount of details about his life, too, but it’s easier to keep up the casualness of this arrangement if you pretend you’re not quite as close as you are. You go into the living room, collecting dirty dishes and talking whilst you walk. “She does, but I have to revise my essay, and if I don’t get this done before I start on that, it won’t be finished before she gets home. I’ll forget, I know it.” 

“Hm.” Sirius takes the kettle down from its cabinet, nudging you aside to fill it from the tap. “Why do you have to revise your essay tonight?”

“Because it’s due in three days,” you explain, taking his place at the sink as soon as he’s out of the way to dunk more dishes in the soapy water. “And I have another essay due in four days, so if I don’t work on this one now, I won’t have enough time to finish that one. And besides those, I’ve got my regular work to keep up with.” 

Sirius is quiet for half a second, which is unusual enough that you look over to check that he’s still here. He’s giving you a look you know too well, one dark brow and one corner of his mouth quirked up suggestively. “Sounds like you need to blow off some steam,” he says. 

You try to scoff, but it comes out a snort. “Oh, fuck off. And quit looking at me.” 

You don’t look up from your task this time, a particularly stubborn piece of food requiring your attention, but you can tell Sirius is pouting at you from just his voice. “A cruel demand, and one I can’t abide by. Sorry, gorgeous.”

“Freak.” You continue scrubbing at the dish. Finally, you give in, using your fingernail to attack the crusted-on piece of mystery food and doing your best to ignore the grossness of it. It comes off, but your nail breaks. “Damn it!”

“Hey.” The teasing tone drops from Sirius’ voice. “Take it easy, dollface. You’ve got time.”

It doesn’t feel like you have time. There’s been alarm bells going off in your head since you’d woken up on Monday morning and realized all you had to do this week, and there’s no time for any of it. There’s a dangerous pressure building behind your eyes, but if there’s one thing you definitely don’t have time for, it’s a breakdown. You force a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. 

“I know,” you tell Sirius. “Thanks.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” he suggests lightly. 

You cut a knowing look his way. “I do not have time for a shag right now, Sirius.”

He grins, showing his teeth. “Not what I was thinking of, but as always, let me know if you change your mind.” You roll your eyes, and his smile drops. “Just, like, an actual break. You seem kind of stressed.” 

“I am,” you say, like duh, “but I don’t have time for a break either. I’ll be less stressed when everything is done.” You just have to make it until then. 

Sirius goes quiet again, but you don’t bother wondering about it this time. It’s fine if he’s worried about you. You want him to be, a little bit. You want someone to see how hard you’re trying, even if it doesn’t look like your efforts are producing much. You’ll wash the dishes, and your flatmate will still be annoyed you’d let them pile up in the first place. You’ll turn in your essays, and they’ll be just okay enough to pass. You can work all day, from the second you wake up until you fall dead asleep, and sometimes it feels like it’s for nothing. But what’s the alternative? Stop, and watch your barely-together life fall apart completely? No, you just have to get through this week. Just this week, and then you can rest until the next hard week. 

You stack the last of the dishes on the drying rack, and your hand has barely left before the three on top slip off. You lunge forward on instinct, like you think you can catch them. You can’t. The crash is loud, but you barely hear it. You bring your hands to your face, cupping your mouth between your palms. Your horrified exhale blows hot air back onto your chin. 

“Okay, it’s okay.” Sirius’ voice is soft, as is his touch on your shoulder, encouraging you back from the glass shards. “You’re alright, just be careful, yeah?”

“Fuck,” you say, and you try to laugh, but what comes out is a dry sob. “Oh my god, fuck me.”

“I think we’ve agreed now’s not a good time,” Sirius jokes, taking a dish towel and using it to scrape together the bigger pieces. “Do you have a broom, love?” 

You shake yourself out of your stupor. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll grab it.” 

You step over Sirius, and he makes a half-suppressed sound of alarm when you come too close to the glass but takes the dustpan when you hand it to him. You sweep up the glass, going farther than necessary from the site of the damage to ensure no one ends up with an impaled foot later on. Sirius dumps it in the trash. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, trying to reorient. “Okay, I need to—”

“Oh, would you look at that,” Sirius cuts you off, going to the stove. “It appears I’ve put the kettle on. Must be habit. Sit and have a cup with me, doll?” You give him a look that says you know what he’s doing, and he shrugs like he doesn’t care. “Just for a few minutes. Please.” 

You relent perhaps too easily, picking out mugs for the both of you and accompanying him to the living room. You curl up against the armrest of the couch, and Sirius settles in next to you, his thigh touching your hip. They’re your usual spots, but what’s not as routine is the arm he wraps around your shoulders, drawing you into his side. You sip at your tea as if you don’t notice. The warmth is soothing as it goes down your throat and seeps into your insides. Sirius turns on the TV, and it’s obvious by now that you’ve been lied to, he doesn’t intend to let you go after a few minutes, but you’re losing the will to hold him to it anyway. You let your head lie on his arm as he begins to trace slow, smooth shapes into your shoulder. 

And though it feels nice, you say, “I don’t need you to coddle me.” 

You feel Sirius shift to look down at you, and you tilt your head to meet his eyes. “But you’ll let me,” he says, “won’t you?” 

You don’t know how to answer that. Sirius doesn’t seem to be waiting for one, pressing a casual kiss to your head and then focussing back on the screen, his doodles on your shoulder never faltering. You rest your head on him again, and you suppose that’s answer enough. 

[multifandomgirl08]

Caught [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship), Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader x Lando Norris (Platonic)

Summary: Lando swears he knocked before walking into Max's hotel room, maybe he should have yelled before opening the door.

Warning(s): 18+ Implied sexual content, accidental?? voyeurism (Lando)

A/N: Little deviation from the normal chapter for this series as there is no Nico. This is an out-take that I just couldn’t hold onto any longer. It does have a bit of adult content, and although this series didn't have any before it was fun to work out of my comfort zone for this while helping me cure my writer's block.

This is a scene I reference in the third social media post in Through Max's Eyes. You get to finally read what happened in Barcelona 2023 with Lando, Max, and the reader.

Words: 1.9k

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Lando

After the disappointing race today Lando needed to get out of his head a bit. He had suggested to a few of the drivers about going out to a club to get drinks and blow off some steam.

He heard back from almost everyone except Max, he wasn't replying in the grid group chat. He knew that Max was probably on the phone with Y/N or talking to his son Nico after the race.

He didn't really understand how Max could manage his son, girlfriend, and career all at once.

He had asked Daniel which was Max's room number at the hotel they were all staying at. Daniel had texted him back, 331.

Lando was making his way down the hallway as the numbers kept going up.

300 - 320, on one sign 321 - 340 on another.

He followed the hallway down until he got to 330. Then on the opposite side was 331, the door was cracked open a bit, maybe Max forgot to close it all the way when he had come up after the race.

He knocked waiting a moment, and knocked again a little louder but heard nothing back. Maybe Max was playing FIFA or had headphones on and wasn't paying attention to the door.

Lando pushed the hotel door open to walk into the room.

"Max?" He asked, his eyes scanning the room before he heard a breathy moan come from behind the open set of double doors.

This should have been Lando's cue to leave Max's hotel room and make sure to close the door behind him. But his feet pushed him on towards the sound. Maybe Max was watching a movie or something, or on the phone with Y/N. There were lots of possibilities.

He walked closer before his eyes met the empty bed. It was as if his ears had finally picked up on the sounds in the room. There was the sound of someone moaning again.

His eyes fell to the floor, shoes discarded, navy team polo by the chair in the corner, a pile of black fabric kicked off to the side.

Lando's eyes started their ascension at the carpeted floor, scanning upwards. Black high heels and bare feet, large hands reached down to pick the girl up, before she settled her legs around the guy's waist. He could barely make out that this guy had his jeans undone. A black bra strap fell off her shoulder and started to expose her to him.

"Zo goed voor mij." He heard in Max's voice but deeper in tone. It was barely above a whisper hearing the guy tell her how good she was for him.

"Max," Lando's ears had never heard you sound like this before. Yearing, desperate. He saw, what he knew were your hands moving up a broad back before a hand dropped to the band of blue denim jeans trying to push them down.

“Zo wanhopig voor mij.” There was the voice again, his understanding of Dutch catching up with him again calling her desperate, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know for what.

Being in the room watching made sights and sounds seem like two different things that blended into one another.

His eyes eventually followed a delicate hand up to short brown hair, seeing a stubble-peppered cheek drop out of his view. Causing the woman to move to the right, covering both of their faces from his view. As the man pulled away from the woman Lando met the eyes of Max as if it fully dawned on him who he had been watching.

His eyes jumped up the wall and then back, to see Max standing there in jeans, and Y/N, against the wall in nothing but heels, and her underwear with her bra straps falling down her shoulders.

"Lando?" He heard from Max, their eyes meeting for a millisecond, blue on hazel.

Lando bolted out of there, leaving his question and the ability to look Y/N in the eyes behind him. He pulled the handle of the door along with him, the loud bang made his ears ring for a few moments.

Lando rushed down the corridor room after room not paying attention to where he was walking.

“Hello Lando,” He heard from Pierre and saw him standing there with Daniel.

“Lando,” Daniel said, “You okay mate?”

Lando just shook his head no, looking down at the horrible pattern on the carpeted floor. He couldn’t tell Daniel or Pierre what he had walked into, they would never let him live it down.

“It can not be that bad.” He heard from Pierre.

“It’s pretty bad.” He moved to lean against the wall, knocking his head into it.

“Come on, Lando.” Daniel started to say pulling him away from the wall.

“Okay, but you have to swear you won’t tell anyone else, not Charles,” He said to Pierre, “And not to Martin.” Lando pointed at Daniel. He knew that Max was close friends with Martin and he didn’t want Martin to know that he had walked in on Max sleeping with Y/N. He didn’t think he could deal with the teasing.

They both nodded back at him. Yeah right.

“Have either of you ever walked in on your parents… you know…” He kept trailing off. He couldn’t say going at it. It felt wrong.

Pierre looked at him for a moment, and Daniel said nothing before Lando saw the recognition fill both of their faces.

“Oh, Lando did you walk in on your parent growing up or something?” Pierre teased at him.

“No!” He objected. “Not my parents…” He took his time getting the words out.

Time to break down the story in full detail.

“I went to see if Max wanted to go get drinks at the club after the race. I walked to his room to see if he was going to go, and the door was open a bit. I knocked, but no one answered, so I went in. I saw…” He trailed off. “I saw Max and Y/N going at it.”

“Lando, Y/N isn’t here. Isn’t she in England for some work conference or something?” Daniel said. He moved to pull out his phone as if he was going to text Max and ask.

Lando reached for it to stop him.

“It was Y/N, I swear it was.” This whole thing just rubbed Lando the wrong way. Max was his friend, and Y/N was Max’s girlfriend. Lando knew that Max had sex before given that he had a kid, he just never thought he would see Max actually about to do it for himself one day.

“It’s fine, we believe you, that it was Y/N.”

“Lando.” He heard coming from down the hall. There stood Max in dark wash jeans, and a white button-up shirt, and holding his hand was Y/N in a black dress that cut off at her thighs.

Shit! Eyes to the floor, eyes to the fucking floor man.

“Lando,” He heard from Y/N. Her voice was almost motherly in tone. It just made an uncomfortable shiver run down his spine.

“I’m sorry,” He blurted out hanging his head. “I didn’t mean to see. It was an accident, I swear.”

He couldn’t look at either of them. Sure Max was only older than him by two years, and Y/N was right around the same age as far as he could guess, not that he actually knew how old she was.

“It’s fine Lando, I’m sure you didn’t mean to see me and Max-” Y/N started to say.

“Going at it like rabbits,” Daniel interjected behind them.

“What are you talking about Daniel? We still had clothes on.” Max stated. Lando knew that was half a lie. Max had clothes on, and Y/N was pretty close to having nothing on. Lando couldn’t help but think back for a moment to the image that flashed across his mind, it was oddly erotic and would have been hot if he didn’t think of Y/N as a type of mother figure in his life.

“You can’t detail a car with the cover on,” Daniel quotes to the group. Lando looked up just slightly, enough to see Pierre who looked confused. 

“What do you mean, can’t detail a car?” Max asked. “I was kissing my girlfriend, Daniel, I wasn’t thinking about a car.”

“Really? The first Fast and the Furious movie. I’m disappointed in all of you.” Lando could see the happy expression fall from Daniel’s face. If it were any other time, and anything else was going on Lando would have remembered what Daniel was quoting, but as of right now he was a little too modified to do so.

“Whatever,” Lando said turning to Max and Y/N but didn’t make an effort to meet their eyes. “I’m sorry I walked in without making myself known. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s fine Lando,” Y/N said to him. “I’ll just make sure the next time I try to surprise Max, I’ll tell someone first.”

“I like your surprises,” Max said giving her a wide, eye-crinkling smile. He pulled her into him, and Lando dropped his eyes to the floor once again. Too soon.

“So… Drinks? Bar?” Daniel asked. Pierre nodded, and Lando followed quickly after. Max and Y/N however said nothing. The sounds of kissing quickly became audible to his ears.

“Max, mate.” Daniel started to say. “Maybe keep the necking in public to a min. We’ve got young eyes here.” Lando could feel Daniel’s hand on his shoulder after he said that. He knew that Daniel was just teasing him a bit, but he still didn’t like it.

“I’m not that young.” He fired back at Daniel.

“Uh yeah, you are, if you caught these two about to go at it and ran away.” Lando couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He was never going to be able to live this down, was he?

“Have you?” Pierre asked as they walked down the hall towards the elevators leaving the couple behind.

“Have I what?” Daniel asked. Lando barely looked up to see Max and Y/N walking further down the hall with a short wave given to all of them.

“Caught them, about to…” Lando trailed off again, he still couldn’t say it.

“Let’s just put it this way, when they want a date night. I’m the first person that they call.” Sometimes Lando forgot how close Max and Daniel were. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my godson but sometimes Max needs to learn to call in advance instead of the day of.”

“So you haven’t caught them then?” Lando couldn’t help but ask. Them wanting date night together was one thing, but that wasn’t what Lando was asking.

“No, I have.” It almost sounded like there was a bit of mischief in Daniel’s voice. “Trust me mate, you were lucky that you walked in when you did because if it was after that, you would have been scarred for life.”

Lando widened his eyes at that.

“Was Max running his mouth?”

“What do you mean?” He asked back to Daniel.

“Like praising her, in Dutch?” He couldn’t help but nod at Daniel’s question.

“A bit.” He choked out.

“Good on ya, that you didn’t stick around.” Daniel slapped the back of Lando’s shoulder. “Come on, once we’re down at the bar, I’ll get you a drink. You need it after all you’ve gone through today.”

Lando tried not to think further about what he just heard. Obviously at some point in time Daniel had walked in on Max and Y/N and had a very different reaction then him.

He followed Daniel and Pierre down to the bar, letting Daniel order him something strong that would hopefully make the last 6 hours or so disappear, at least for a while.

Translation(s):

Zo goed voor mij. - So good for me.

Zo wanhopig voor mij. - So desperate for more.

Mini Verstappen taglist: @karmabyfernando, @barcagirly, @sachaa-ff, @iamahallucinationnn, @musingsbyshreya, @glow-ish, @nonsensical-nonsence, @fanboyluvr, @champomiel, @gothicwidowsworld, @lighttsoutlewis, @itsalwaysgay, @minkyungseokie, @mynameisangeloflife, @ursforever129, @aundercover, @bborra, @mindless-rock, @cixrosie, @barcelonaloverf1life, @taylorslovesswifties13, @konsti081, @mellowarcadefun, @smnthnclj, @brekkers-whore

[madhatterbri]

No One Hurts My Girl | K.M.

Summary: Kol finds a way to push you to him.

Kol always knew how to blow off steam in New Orleans. He would just take a little trip to the University of New Orleans. He enjoyed the college life there. The parties and pretty young things were in abundance there. Life was carefree. Everyone in their early 20s just enjoying the taste of freedom by being wild. He never expected to cross paths with you.

Your friends dragged you out of your dorm to some local hang out spot. They insisted you needed a night out and you didn't have a choice. Loud music blasted from the speakers around the place. The smell of alcohol and weed made you squeamish. Once your friends left you alone, you decided to read a book in a corner.

The pages came to life in your mind. So much so that you didn't notice a brunette trying to talk to you. Your eyes looked up from the book. Mischievous dark brown eyes stared down at you. The horrible feeling of being bullied for being different sunk in your stomach.

He ended up being different. Kol, he introduced himself, spent the night with you talking about different authors. You never thought you would meet a guy that had the same interests as you. At the end of the party, you decided to give him your number.

The two of you kept in touch. He would visit you often. Long days at the library as he helped you study. Some days were spent in your room reading a book you two decided on. Things went pretty well until your abusive ex-boyfriend came back in the picture.

He promised things would be different and they were for a week. The old boyfriend came back worse than ever. Hurtful insults and manipulation plagued your life. He found out about Kol and made you stop replying to him.

One day Kol found you in the library. He could see the tears that caused the mascara to run down your face. You clung to a wad of tissue paper. His anger bubbled but he knew he had to be the caring friend.

"Darling?" He whispered once he sat across from you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Kol, please leave me alone," you answered. Fear ran down your spine. Your boyfriend had friends here. He was a star on the football team. Friends were in abudance for him. He made sure to tell you that just in case you wanted to step out of line.

"Was it something I did?" He pressed urgently. "I didn't mean to do any-"

Kol stopped once a book bag crashed on the table. You never looked up but knew your boyfriend was at the table.

"She doesn't want to talk to you," your boyfriend announced in the busy library. No one was going to tell him to keep quiet. He was free to speak anyway he wanted. "Pack it up,"

Kol stood up and took a good look at him. The vampire could kick his ass easily.

"Is that really what you want, y/n?" Kol asked you. Your heart broke. He was the only one that ever understood you. To say you had a tiny crush on him was an understatement. You nodded knowing that you may have just ended your friendship.

"See? Move along, buddy,"

"I'm sure we will see each other soon," Kol threatened before leaving.

Kol spent the next few days watching your boyfriend's every move. He finally knew when to strike.

After practice one night, he walked out on the field with a baseball bat. Your boyfriend was all alone working on his kicks for the big game coming up. Huge rivals were coming in and the game being played had a lot of stakes.

"I was hoping we would run into each other again," Kol announced while twirling the bat in his hand. A sinister smile on his face. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

"I don't swing that way, dude," he joked and focused on kicking the football once more.

"Funny, I was just working on my swing," Kol smirked and swung at your boyfriend's knee. He cursed loudly and dropped to the floor. His hands instantly grabbed for his injured knee. Kol dropped to his knees and placed the bat against his throat. Your boyfriend gasped for air. His face turning red instantly. He fought to get the bat off his own throat.

"You are going to break up with y/n. You are going to leave her alone. I see you within a few feet of her and your football career is over. Got it?" He threatened. Your boyfriend nodded.

A week passed after thar night. Kol hadn't heard from you and he was worried. He hoped he hadn't lost you forever. Feeling lucky, he went to your dorm.

You answered after the first few knocks.

"I know you don't want to see me, but I was worried about you,"

You broke down and buried your head in his shoulder. As a sobbing mess, you told him everything. Your boyfriend broke up with you. The feelings you had for him before your boyfriend came after and even now. You were afraid to contact him just in case you lost him. He rested his cheek against your head. His fingers rubbed your back softly.

"Don't worry. I have you forever," he promised. "No one hurts my girl,"

[anjellaufeyson]

The truth lays within jealousy- Bellamy Blake

Warnings: basically just cursing and knife play

Summary: Bellamy's your enemy but things begin to take a turn once you start fighting to push through emotions you feel towards each other.

Bellamy Blake made my blood boil, and I prayed I made him feel the same way. I was best friends with his sister, Octavia. Meaning, I had no choice but to be in the same tent or room as him. The rivalry between Bellamy and I formed when the 100 first came to Earth. We were on dividing sides, he had everyone in his control and made them feel free but that ended dangerously. I was with the group that wanted to help and make sure we survived. 

“Do you always have to disagree with me, Blake?” 

He turned to look my way, his hand resting on the map below our waists laying on a table. “Do you always have to have disagreeable ideas–Kane?” He spit my last name out as if it left a bitter taste. 

I’m just thankful he didn’t call me that other name, the one he knew I so deeply despised. My eyes rolled on instinct, “You’re such a dick, you are aware of that flaw right?” 

He glared my way, “You always keep me aware don’t you, princess?” 

I fucking hated him, “Don’t call me that, Blake.” 

“What will you do if I say it again?” 

My father made me train with guards on the Ark since I was a child, I could easily take Bellamy, and him forgetting that made me always want to remind him. I stabbed my knife into the wood table and as soon as I did Octavia walked in. 

She moved the tent opening away, “What is going on?” 

Bellamy folded his arms making his muscles fight with his shirt. I tried my best to not stare but as much as I loathed this man and wished him nothing but the absolute worst–he was the formation of my desires. And that left lingering resentment. “Your friend is threatening me, O.” 

I unstuck the knife and pointed it at him from the other side of the table as I talked, “He was testing me, Tavia. It’s his favorite pastime,” I said staring harshly at Bellamy. 

“How about you both go train, maybe away from each other? You can work with Murphy and I’m sure you can find someone, Bell.” 

I gave a half smile, “I’m sure every–what’s the number now?” I made it look like I was deep in thought, “Like 50 girls now? Are willing to train with you, you know your way around the 100, Blake.” 

Bellamy gave me dead eyes as his jaw clenched. I struck a nerve. “O, get out.”

Octavia usually hates when Bellamy orders her around just cause he's older than her but she listened without a fight this time. She knew I crossed some form of a line. She mouthed sorry to me and walked out. 

I moved over to him, my knife laying close to his throat. He didn't care, he didn't even bat an eye. He almost smirked at the notion.

“Tell me, princess, was I supposed to pent up everything I was feeling like you do? Tell me, how's that going for you?” 

My eyes widened a bit, “I’m sorry do you want me to just go sleeping around with every dude on this earth because what? I can’t deal with my emotions correctly?” 

He bit his tongue. 

“I guess maybe I should take your advice because I see how greatly it’s been going for you. The known asshole you only go to for a hit and quit it.” 

Bellamy eyed me, “Is this you trying to offer up, princess?” 

My breath was shaky, I scoffed, “Go float yourself.” I stormed out of the tent and went to the only place inside Arkadia where you could blow off steam. The training spot. Bellamy usually overwatches, sometimes with Lincoln so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made his way over here.

Murphy made his way over to me, “Need a partner?” 

I nodded my head and decided to not take my anger out on him–at least not with words. “Yes, but I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you, Murphy.” 

He smiled as he got into his stance, “I didn’t expect you to. I remember seeing you training from time to time with soldiers. I’m going to have to bring my A-game now.” 

I laughed and it made me feel a bit better, say what you want about Murphy–but his sarcasm and wit will always make you laugh. I got into position and Murphy punched towards me and I moved my hand fast enough to push it away and block it. We kept going back and forth, not taking it seriously. 

Soon, as expected Bellamy appeared. He crossed his arms as he analyzed our performances. Suddenly both of us began to take it a bit seriously, but I chose to ignore Bellamy. He knew I was holding back, it showed in Bellamy's face.

“Let me try.”

I ignored him but Murphy stopped fighting, I tried to regain my breath. Murphy was like Bellamy’s sidekick since the beginning, that faded and nobody tried to make an enemy of Bellamy. Like it or not he did run a lot of things we live by. Especially with Clarke gone. 

He got into position and I immediately went to attack. I moved close and elbowed his face causing him to move forward. I went straight for a kick to his bent knee and easily got him down. When getting up his hand stayed on my thigh as he rised up, it was like he was purposefully trying to mess me up. That could be the only reason.

“Damn Bell, maybe she should replace you as a trainer,” Octavia said while spectating. Monty and Jasper laughed. 

Bellamy stood up and hit me immediately in the gut. From the force, I took a couple of steps back, and I cursed under my breath. He shrugged with a grin forming on his lips. When he went to pull another move I grabbed his arm pointed it up, and used my left arm to push down on his arm. I twisted his shoulder and I knew I was causing pain. I had this move done to me and I was in pain for a couple of days. 

For a split second, I heard a groan from him, it almost put a smile on my face. “C’mon Blake, are you even trying? If you lose this–I can only assume where you’re going to go to…or who.” Maybe it was a low blow but he pissed me off before. 

My fist came towards him and he grabbed my arm tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and flipped me onto the ground. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hanging onto this fight by a thread. I kicked his stomach and he caught my leg and tried to make me fall but I did the one trick that took me years to master–I kicked with enough force off the ground for a second to gain a stance to be able to kick him back. 

Bellamy went to hit me in the face but I got to him first and elbowed him. He spit out blood and turned his head up with a grin as he wiped the blood. He tricked me and by making it seem like he was going for a low attack, I didn’t move up in time to block him and he punched me. My lip began to bleed. 

“Guys, I think you should stop now. You proved you both can fight–now stop,” Octavia warned. 

We ignored her warning and kept going. I was determined to beat him, and I didn’t have a real reason why. Part of me wondered if this was my only source of letting my emotions go, maybe I wasn’t that different from that man that I hated. We are both stubborn, witted, determined, quick-tempered, reckless, and aggressive. 

“One hit and we’re done,” he said. “Better make yours count, princess,” he whispered. The way he made it seem, that nickname was for our ears only. He never said it loud enough for others to hear and I almost preferred it that way. And when he did, he was only focused on me. As if nobody else was on the earth with us. 

My thoughts were distracted and he immediately brought me down. My back hit the ground and I winced in pain, my back arched a bit hoping that would help the pain. Before anyone could help, Bellamy quickly moved to my side. “Are you okay,” he asked almost frantically in a low voice. He sounded genuine.

The gaze I had on him changed, it softened even though I was in pain. I was utterly confused. “What are we doing,” I whispered, his back covering everyone’s view of my lips. At best, they’d hear mumbles. 

“Your solution to letting your emotions out, remember?” He lightly laughed, “Fuck, we’re idiots.” Bellamy brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, “Truce?” 

My brow almost furrowed, “Truce? Does that mean we suddenly don’t hate each other?”

He laughed and began to help me up, “No, definitely not. You’re still the bane of my being.”

I stood up and got my words out fast enough before everyone crowded me to see if I needed Abby, “And you’re still the only person I hate in this world.” 

Bellamy slowly backed away as we kept our eyes on each other, everyone kept asking if I was okay but I didn’t reply. I was too fixated on the man I detested. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said while brushing past them. The one person who got horrendously hurt was Bellamy, yet he didn’t complain or stop them from helping me. 

“I’ll help you to, Abby,” I said putting his arm around my shoulder which felt oddly–right. When I looked back to show Octavia I was going to help him, I just saw a group of disbelieving faces. I’d be shocked too, never would I have ever felt pity or thought of helping Bellamy. “I kicked your ass.” 

He laughed as if he didn’t have drops of blood on his shirt, “I’d call it a fair fight.” 

“I’d call it my win.” 

He glanced at my lips then my eyes, we came to a halt. “You want to finish this?” 

I could feel his hand brushing along my neck, “I think we’re probably banned from training together for a bit. Though I think that wasn’t a training session–that was fighting.” 

Bellamy’s gaze dropped, he stared at me, almost desperate as if he was yearning for something he never even got to get ahold of for years. His touch became more apparent, he stared at my lips as he talked. “I’m not talking about in the training spot.” 

My lips parted and suddenly every feeling I had for him disappeared. Only one stayed- the desire I clung to. Instead of going to Abby, Bellamy and I went into his tent.

It was as if both our strengths had been regain, like we were both pushing our limits to be ignoring our pain to mix it with pleasure. Bellamy took his shirt off with such poise and it made me roll my eyes. I started undressing myself also. My eyes lingered on his chest, God, he was so defined. Like a Greek god or a statue made out of generosity.

"My eyes are up here, princess," he said as he pushes me down onto his bed.

I didn't like how much I secretly enjoyed him calling me princess. "You're so full of it, Blake."

He kissed me roughly, as if we didn't have time to spare to be kind to one another. Our hate lingered and I loved it. I winced in pain because of my lip and that caused him to groan into my mouth. He was making it harder and harder for me to not rush this.

I switched spots with Bellamy, God forbid he lets me control one thing. I kissed down his neck being anything but gentle to the parts I knew he was going to have a bruise at tomorrow.

"Fuck," he whispered.

My hands traveled down his chest and before I could do anything he traded spots with me. "Watch yourself princess, if you keep going- I don't think I can stop myself."

"I don't want you to."

Bellamy used his knee to spread apart my legs. He put his hand around my neck and slowly pushed down so I’d be lying flat on my back. I felt my stomach growing butterflies. “I will be anything but gentle with you–” He paused and stared at my lips. “But I think you can take it.”

[lucyandalexiafan]

Blow off steam | Alexia Putellas x reader | part 3

summary: Alexia finally fucks reader

warnings: dom!Alexia, sub!reader, pussy spanking, using of collar and leash, degradation, praise, use of pet names / slut, dirty talk, orgasm denial.

words: 3 k

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She's so hot in this way, with messy hair, red cheeks, and parted lips.

Her index finger grabs some of her arousal that is on my chin and brings it to my lips. I immediately surround it with them.

I lick it.

I suck in every drop of what she brings to my mouth.

I move my arms in an attempt to free myself.

She smiles sadisticly.

"You were so good baby - she pauses, licking her lip - my perfect good girl" 

I moan loudly trying to arch my body. 

My belly hurts for the contractions.

"I beg you," I gasp. 

She raises her hand, fingers together, not far from my cheek.

I close my eyes when I realize she might want to hit my face.

I turn my head to the other side.

After a few moments, nothing happens.

"I beg you what, amor?" the sardonic tone.

"Can I come? Reina, I beg you" 

"You want to cum immediately, don't you? You're so needy." 

She makes fun of me.

I nod.

"Yes Reina, I beg you - I gasp as I find a minimum of pleasure in rubbing my thighs together - I will be a good girl... your good little girl" 

She sneers.

"Oh, no, baby... To be my good baby you have to give me at least more two orgasms, better three" 

I open my eyes wide.

What does it mean? 

Two more orgasms denied? 

I can't do it.

"No, please... I beg you, Reina... I implore you" 

Her eyes sparkle with sadism looking to my despair, my need, for an orgasm.  

“Safeword?” 

I swallow the saliva.

"G-green Reina" 

She smiles as she bends down to kiss me.

Her lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

She grins on my lips when I try to move my arms another time.

She caresses my cheek when she pulls away, a sweet gesture.

"My perfect baby," she sighs, looking at me with a sweet smile. 

I blush and look away in embarrassment.

How can she look at me like this? 

A woman like her to be like that with me.

"You're so embarrassed baby - she chuckles - I just rode your face, I punished you, I stopped you from cumming... and you're still embarrassed. You're so innocent." 

I close my eyes. 

The contractions are getting stronger and stronger.

I tighten the headboard of the bed.

"You're so innocent as a submissive, little girl... the most innocent I've ever had" 

The nail of her forefinger brushes against my face.

It reaches the neck, where it applies more pressure.

I arch my neck back.

How is such a simple thing so exciting? 

I gasp as she wraps her hand around my neck.

She squeezes it.

I gasp spasmodically with excitement.  

"My innocent, masochistic, little girl," she adds.

I clench my thighs in response.

"I beg you, Reina"  

I look at her.

She sadistically grins. 

She gets up from my chest and crawls back. 

Her face near my breasts.

She bites a nipple.

I scream in surprise and pain.

“Safeword” 

"Green R-Re-" I can't finish that bites it back.

She licks it.

She bites one breast, then the other.

I moan uncontrollably.

The pleasure increases more and more.

It intoxicates me.

It overwhelms me.

"Could my little girl cum only thanks to the nipple stimulation?" 

I nod my head, almost choking on my saliva.

Pleasure to the stars.

"So hypersensitive," she bites my nipple again, "so desperate." 

I move my arms.

She's moaning on my body.

Then, she plays with the other nipple, running it through her fingers.

I arch my back.

"I beg you, Reina"  

I gasp through the moans.

I messily swallow my saliva.

I wrap my legs around her body.

The excitement continues to soar, to rise, to intoxicating me.

"My baby is cumming" she teases me until she pulls away.

I move my arms several times.

I wrap my legs around her torso, as to try to hold her back, to not let her go away, to give me more pleasure. 

"You're so desperate" 

She loves teasing me, edging me.

I'm so submissive. 

So slave to her will.

So dependent on her care.

I start begging her, to implore her. 

“Safeword?” 

"Green" I scream "Green Reina... I beg you" 

She Sneers.

"Can I turn you, baby?" 

I nod as I answer her.

She shifts my body and then grabs my side and spins me around.

My hands tightened even tighter by the tie. 

I groan in surprise.

She asks me for the safeword and I answer as before.

She rests a knee between my legs, directly against my pussy. 

I whine in a hurry of surprise.

And then she starts rubbing me. 

"Hump on it baby - she gasps as she spanks me - Rub yourself like a good slut, like the good slut I know you are" 

I gasp at the verbal degradation.

"Like the good slut you were before".

I start rubbing myself when she pushes her knee against my pussy again, applying more pressure, and I slide against her hips.

My back arched downwards, breasts against the sheet, arms outstretched.

She seems to like it, to like my position.

A hand hitting my butt repeatedly.

"Reina" 

I'm discomposed, certainly not sensual, but I move trying to reach the orgasm rubbing against her soaked thigh.

"In-insult me, Reina," I groan, clutching the sheet through my fingers, "I beg you." 

She leans over me.

The knee that puts the most pressure. 

She takes the leash of the collar, pulling it towards her.

My arms stretched out, my thighs in contact with her thighs, my ass pressed against her hips making me moan for the pain.

"Do you want me to degrade you, baby? - I nod furiously forcing on the grip of the collar - Does degradation excite you, mh?" 

I nod as the pleasure builds and she pulls the leash harder when I'm not talking her back.

I choke with my saliva.

The pleasure from the grip is becoming painful.

She moves her knee against my cunt, rubbing it against me. 

I scream for pleasure.

"My slut is so submissive. You like to be humiliated, don't you? You like that your Reina humiliates you, you like the feeling of giving power to someone else who exploits it against you, don't you?" 

I nod furiously in gasp.

Her knee does not miss a beat of the pace and I'm moving discomposedly against it.

"I-I'm y-your... your sl-slut" I gasp as I'm about to cum.

I beg her to aloud me cum.  

I warn her that the pleasure is about to invade me. 

"My slut? - she pretends to think about it, her higher voice to imitate me, teasing me - Oh yes, you're my slut" 

Her lips touch my ear.

She moans in my ear. 

"My submissive slut who just wants to be dominated and degraded" 

She licks my neck and then bites it, the teeth that hit my skin. 

I continue to beg her, to implore her to make me cum.

And then, as it began, it rises, leaving me on the edge of orgasm, torn apart by the grip of pleasure, of the contractions, of the seizures from need.

I call her several times with no answer other than her giggling.

“Safeword” 

"G-re-n" I sigh, in the throes of spasms.

"Can you stand another denial, little girl?" she asks sitting near my face, on the bed.

I nod against the mattress.

The tears for the missed pleasure that wet the sheet.

I close my thighs by squeezing them several times one against the other. 

The body is crossed by sobs.

Her hand rests on my hair caressing it.

"My beautiful, perfect, little slut"  

I nod against the mattress. 

"Y-yo-ur... o-only yo-ur R-ina" 

"You're so good baby that it seems almost impossible to me" 

I moan at the way that she alternates compliments with insults.

This is more than I could have hoped for before.

Her finger brushes against my back and up to my ass, I contract it by holding it up. 

"Your skin is so red," she chuckles, "now it is more," she adds, hitting my skin again.

I push myself towards the headboard trying to escape from the slaps.

My body contracted constantly with sobs.

"Please... please" 

The hand strikes again my ass. 

"I'd like to fuck you, little girl" 

I open my eyes wide.

"But you should turn around" 

I nod panting as I turn on my back, groaning in pain when the red skin of my ass touches the sheets.

"Uh, look at you, baby... With tears and red cheeks, but you're so soaked... Does humiliation have this effect on you, my little slut?" 

I nod and arch my back as I'm seeking pleasure against the mattress.

"You're so intellectual baby - pause as I look at her - My baby hides a huge slutty side" 

I moan as I move my arms again, all this mental thing is eating up my body.

"I can smell you from here" she adds.

The blush makes its way to my cheeks while I gasp when she starts playing with my breasts again. 

"Look at you, baby... a mess of excitement, full of my marks, tied to my bed - hits a breast - You're so slutty that I didn't even think of you like that in my dreams" 

"Stop, please," I gasp and try to catch my breath "Please, can I come, Reina? I beg you" 

She grins as he sits in front of me.

"As long as you don't say the safeword, I'll keep going, baby," she pauses as if waiting for me to say it, "Maybe my slut doesn't want anything more than that? To be humiliated as long as she can bear it?"  

She slaps my pussy when I don't respond.

I spread my legs wide in response.

She does it again.

I scream.  

"YES... humiliate me Reina - I swallow the saliva and realize that she stopped my legs - I'm your slut to humiliate, Reina"

She grins as she lays back between my legs and places her hands along my upper thighs.

"What do you want me to do to you, little girl?" 

I arch my torso towards her, pressing my feet, pelvis and shoulder blades against the mattress, while my arousal slides inexorably out of my body.

"Fu-uck m-e R-Reina" 

I scream when she hits my pussy again.

"I don't think that's the right way to ask" she says, then hits me again.

I beg her to constantly, interrupted by moans, by sobs. 

She touches me slowly and lightly my pussy. 

I scream when the tip of her finger brushes my entrance.

I pull my arms harder than ever, almost hurting.

I'll have some marks or bruises tomorrow.

"REINA" 

She sneers.  

"Look at you... You're so soaked I don't even have to lubricate you - her fingers brushing against my clit - I could fuck you with all my fingers and I wouldn't have any trouble" 

"P-please" I whisper.

A finger, her index finger I think, goes into me.

I moan arching against it and she slides it into me to her knuckle.

"Beg me to move my finger" 

How much more does she want to torture me? 

"I... I b-eg... b-eg... f-fuck me - I gasp as I feel her move slightly - I-I'll be yo-ur go-d slut" 

I look at her.

Her eyes were entirely covered by sadism, by a sinister light I'd never seen before. She's completely abandoned to the sadism, the physical and mental sadism. 

She begins to move it inexorably, slowly.

The other hand is in contact with my inner thighs caressing them.

I scream when she adds another one.

From time to time she compliments me.  

She tells me I'm her good girl.

She tells me I'm her perfect girl.  

My cheeks burn inevitably. 

She adds a third and I feel so open, so full. 

"You're always so tight little girl" 

I moan with pleasure and pain.

The slow pace is killing me and she's using it both to get me used to it and to increase my agony.

I scream when she raises it.

"My good little girl is taken three fingers - she bends down to kiss my pubis - So good... so warm" 

I implore her.

I scream when my orgasm is about to come.

I advise her of it hoping that this will aloud me to cum. 

"So needy that it took so little... I feel the contractions... I feel your orgasm coming and - taking her fingers off the moment I was about to cum - going away" 

I scream for lack, for the need.

She lies on top of me, kissing my lips. 

My cheeks are full of tears.

The kiss is slow and my legs are clinging to her body.

Her thighs are in contact with mine as if she is on all fours on top of me.

"You were perfect baby - another kiss - My perfect girl" 

I gasp for pain.  

"So good... the best slut" 

I nod my head, almost choking on my saliva.

She cleans my cheeks of my tears.

"You kept crying because of the denial... you are a desperately needy little slut, nothing else"   

Her voice turns me on too much. 

The sarcasm, the insult, that goes to my head. 

She kisses my lips several times.

"My little girl loves humiliation - I nod against her lips - Isn't it, my little slut?" 

"YES, Y-ES REINA" I shout as if she could quiet the pangs that are killing me.

She smiles sadisticly. 

Her palm ending up against my pubis, the fingers against the clit.

"Then I'd say fuck you, baby" 

I bite my lips while I observe her, looking from her eyes to her red cheeks, to her disheveled hair, to her clenched jaw. 

How can she be so beautiful after all this sex?

I can bet that I'm definitely not so beautiful, so attractive, as her at the moment. 

Moving my gaze to his shoulder, a small smile appears on my face while I feel a certain shyness thinking about the woman I have between my legs. 

The perfect, gorgeous, sensual woman.  

"I... I-" I hesitate.

She raises an eyebrow. 

"The... your p-pleasure" I whisper in a trance, worried about not satisfying her, not letting her cum.  

"So submissive and innocent - she grins - My personal slut who cares..." 

Personal slut.

I nod twitching my thighs. 

Her fingers move against me. 

"How submissive are you baby? Thinking about my pleasure when I denied you all these times... You're the most submissive slut" 

I tilt my head back. 

I nod.

Her lips meeting my neck.

She sucks it.

How many signs will I have tomorrow? 

The fingers move fast until they end up, again, inside me.

The pace is fast.  

"I'm going to-" I moan  

She smiles on my neck, she scratches my neck with her teeth.

"You know what would go to my head? - she asks, her lips in contact with my ear giving me shivers - That you would give up on this orgasm too" 

Her eyes widened.

Is she sincere? 

I bite my lip. 

Her fingers tapping against me. 

The palm rubbing the clit.

The pleasure that spreads around my body.

Can I hold out any longer? 

To other contractions. 

To other pangs.

Will she give me pleasure then? 

Will I have my orgasm? 

I can feel it coming.

I feel it invading me. 

I nod because of my need to please her, to make her happy, to make her proud, to do all the things that she asks me.

"Would you give up that for me?" 

I nod neurotically.

"Say it, slut" 

"I gi-give up... aaaaaaaa - I scream for contractions - orga-orgasm" 

She smiles on my skin.

"The best slut in the world," she tells me.  

Her hand stops.

The fingers in me still. 

"What slut are you? Mh? - the fingers that are surrounded by the violent contractions - To make me proud, you gave up this too... I feel the contractions..." 

She grins, sucking on a portion of the skin of my shoulder. 

She blows on the mark.

"So slutty... my personal marked slut - she takes a break during which she licks my neck - The contractions are so strong... They hurt, don't they?" 

I nod again.

I moan loudly, desperately. 

"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? - I nod - How many orgasms would you give up?" 

My mind is a mess.

"My slut ready to do anything for me... to satisfy me"  

I scream begging her.

I beg her.

She stands up and she touches me on my stomach. 

"Turn around and bend over for me slut, you do it so well" 

I do as she asks and when she hits my thighs I open them, spreading my legs wide.

I feel a pressure on my neck and it's her that is pulling the leash of the collar to her.

The same position as before, my back arched against her front, my head lay on her shoulder.

Her fingers find their way back into me, she pushes them all in, until the knuckles.

I move on them disjointedly looking for more pleasure.

The collar is putting pressure on my neck, blocking my breath.

I beg her to come and she grins on my ear before nodding, permitting me. "Come for me, perfect girl... Scream for me" 

[vlrspace]

territorial, midoriya x reader

cw: nsfw themes, MNDI!!!, swearing

wc: 3.4K

part one, part two

at last, territorial. everyone learned not to trigger that side of him, ever again.

the hot summer nights are coming to an end, meaning you’re halfway through the school year. by now, everyone can feel the fast approaching graduation season and how else would it be best way to celebrate, before all you can think about is studying and training, if not with a party?

everyone agreed that it’d be a good way to blow of some steam before the big hurray. mina, kaminari and sero took it upon themselves to ask for permission from aizawa, but iida and momo went along as well to reassure your sensei that there will be nothing illegal involved. besides, your class doesn’t need alcohol or drugs to make the party better, not when you all know how to keep the good mood.

the party is set to happen on the last weekend of august, the invitations had been sent out two weeks before, all is left during the day is to decorate the common rooms and the garden and prepare snacks with drinks.

and when the day comes, you all are rather nervous but filled with excitement and joy.

“i will burn your hair off sweets if you don’t stop moving” you gently tell momo, who’s feeling quite anxious, wanting everything to work out well tonight. you’re on hair duty for the girls and you’re about to finish with curling momo’s hair but the usually calm and collected girl is rather bouncy today.

“i’m sorry (y/n)! i’m just very nervous about tonight, i want everyone to enjoy themselves” she beams at you apologetically from the mirror and you squeeze her shoulder.

“you, mina, eiji, denki, hanta and tenya put all of your efforts into making today happen and as far as i’m aware, it’ll be a blast! don’t worry your pretty head about anything, we will have one of the best nights ever” you reassure her with a warm smile before letting go of her and curl the last bits of her hair. “done! you look stunning” you exclaim, spraying her hair for it to stay in place during the night and momo excitedly hugs you.

“thank you so much! would you like me to help you with your hair?” she asks politely and you shake your head lightly, telling her that your hair won’t take long to get done. momo thanks you one more time before exiting your room and you lay down on your bed for a few minutes.

reaching for your phone, you check the time and you thank god that you still have an hour left to get yourself ready. though your peace is broken when you hear mina yelling your name from the hallway and you begrudgingly stand up to open your door for her. she comes in with her huge make up bag and sets it down on your table.

“i got the perfect idea for tonight that goes just right with your dress” she winks and starts pulling out different brushes, powders, etc. you sit down in your chair with a smile and you let her take over your face.

by the time the clock strikes 8pm, you’re standing in front of your mirror, smoothing out the creases on your dress, feeling confident in yourself and the knock on your door slightly startles you, not expecting anyone. midoriya stands with his fingers fiddling with each other, feelings his face heat up when he sees you. he’s absolutely mesmerised by the way you look, the green dress you’re wearing hugs your curves just right and shows of your legs nicely.

“wow” is all he says and you let out a giggle. he’s matching you with his green dress shirt that looks a little tight around his muscles and the black jeans do no justice for his legs. however, your brows furrow when you see his shoes.

“where are your shoes?” you blurt out and he laughs. you look back at him and he’s warmly smiling down at you.

“i thought it’d be nice if we matched” he explains as you let him in your dorm. you closed the door after him and he sat down on your bed, while you pulled out your white converse, the same one he’s wearing in men. “i swear i didn’t know what exactly you’d be wearing just the colours!” he frantically explains with his hands wailing and you laugh at his antics.

“it’s okay izu, i think it’s awesome that we are matching” you smile and stand in front of him. “do you uh, do you at least like what i’m wearing?” you ask nervously and one of his hand trails up along your thigh to your waist while the other one holds your hand.

“i think you look beautiful” his tone is gentle, green hues are clear as day and swims in love and adoration, only for you. you bite your lips when he pulls you a little closer by your waist, turns you slightly, before pressing you down to sit on one of his thighs. “we don’t want your pretty dress to be all wrinkly, baby” he murmurs, hands holding you tightly and he presses a kiss to your lips, then two, then three.

“we should go” you stop him before he could give a fourth one and untangle yourself from his hands to put your shoes on.

“let me tie them for you” he quickly says and you sit down on your bed while he kneels down and ties your laces, not too tight but secure enough to not fall off your feet.

“thank you izuku” you press a kiss on his cheek, the two of you are ready to join the party and you ask him in the elevator to pocket your phone.

different voices fill the common rooms when you exit the elevator, many people are scattered around and enjoy the snacks that’s been prepped, while others are holding a drink. you’re sure the garden looks almost identical, though you don’t have a chance to see it for yourself because camie jumps at you out of nowhere and embraces you tightly. you smile apologetically at midoriya who only sends grin your way as inasa and many others crowd around him.

an hour later, you had your own circle of people to talk with, such as nejire, kendo and momo. your conversation never stayed on one topic, which made it so much better because no one felt left out. midoriya wandered out with a bunch of boys to the garden, where they had more space for everyone.

later on a dance off broke out and the four of you curiously joined everyone outside. there were two groups named A and B but it was mixed with people from both classes and people from outside of ua. camie decided to join in as well, leaving you with momo and kendo who were fine with standing a little away from the sidelines so none of you get squished. to your surprise, sero got iida and todoroki to join as well and it was one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

afterwards, calmer songs were played and many couples filled up the dance floor after the dance off. you couldn’t find midoriya wherever you looked so you decided to head to the common rooms, since your phone was with him.

you were just inside, fetching some apple juice when you felt someone lingering behind you. shindo was someone you never really felt comfortable around, his whole fake being nice act to find any weaknesses in other people just made him more unsettling.

“(l/n), haven’t seen you in a while” there it is, his sickly sweet voice, filled with honey which makes most people stick to him right away like flies. “how have you been?” you turn towards him, forcing a small smile on your face before answering.

“good, yeah, very good” you say, not letting yourself stammer because you know he’d pick up on your nervousness around him right away. “you?” you ask, sipping from your cup to soothe your nerves.

“better than ever. i’m preparing to be a sidekick at best jeanist’s agency” he says and walks beside you to pour some soda into his cup. “i could make that happen for you too, if you want” he sends a wink your way and you try your best not to grimace and hum instead.

“‘m not too sure where i want to go yet” you shrug and turn to look for a snack and to your annoyance he follows after you. “there are many options, you know” you explain, hoping he’ll drop the subject and you altogether.

“for you, it’s just one word and i’d make anything happen” he’s suddenly behind you, grabbing your wrist and you freeze up at his touch.

“let go of me” you hiss, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but it only gets tighter.

“midoriya doesn’t even know how great of a treasure you are, i could take better care of you” shindo continues and you give him a sceptic look.

“oh really? i doubt a boy like you could do anything without playing dirty” you spit and he yanks you towards him, making your wince.

“you bitch-“

“i think that was enough” a third voice cuts in, deep and filled with anger.

three things happen at once, you’re swiftly pushed out of the way by midoriya, before you hear the table set up for snacks crash against the floor and midoriya is on top of shindo, beating him up.

at the loud noise, everyone is alarmed and rush in, you’re suddenly moved behind kaminari’s back, kirishima, bakugou, todoroki and iida are trying to break up the fight, but it turns out rather hard because shindo doesn’t go down without throwing a few punches. yet, your boyfriend is proven to be stronger, staying on top, growling at him.

“she’s fucking mine, you asshole” and lands another punch straight into his nose. after a while, shindo doesn’t have the chance to say anything because midoriya became increasingly stronger, faint green lightings surrounding him. bakugou finally gets a good grip of him and flips him off of shindo, kirishima gaining a grip on your boyfriend drags him away along with bakugou towards the elevator.

“what on earth happened?” iida is the first one to speak, demanding an explanation from you, but you just stand behind kaminari, eyes wide and still in shock.

“tenya i think that can wait for later” kaminari cuts in, turning around to face you, before pulling you to his chest and your tears run wide with your sniffles. “there, there. it’s okay, you’re okay” he soothes you and his hazel eyes find uraraka’s, motioning for her to follow the three up the elevator to see what’s going on, which to she silently nodded and scurried away.

shindo’s been taken away towards the bathrooms to clean him up since he got pretty messed up before his friends took him home. you were sitting on one of the sofas during that time, looking out on the window, while the girls tried to comfort you.

your mind kept replaying what just happened, the way midoriya moved you out of the way before he jumped at shindo. the way he protected you and stood up for you, almost using his whole quirk on the brown haired boy, it felt somewhat scary to watch your ever so sweet boyfriend get so angry. you weren’t scared of him, but you weren’t sure how to feel right now, too shaken up by shindo’s antics towards you as well to think clear.

yet, at the end of your thought process, you could only find yourself to blame. you should’ve been stronger and stand up against shindo without causing any harm and now midoriya will probably get into trouble because of you and you just stood there watching while he got hurt.

“this is all my fault” you sob into your hands and curl up against the cushions, wanting to hide away from the world. at your words, the girls around you started to coo and reassure you that you shouldn’t blame yourself at all for what happened.

kirishima was the first one to come up to you since they disappeared with your boyfriend, a faint smile grazing over his face. “he just wants to see you. he’s very mad at himself right now for acting like that” his voice is warm, hoping to soothe you and you stand up from the couch with a nod and follow him.

when you arrive to midoriya’s room, he sits on his bed, face buried in his palms as his shoulders shake with his cries. uraraka sits next to him, rubbing his back, while telling him that he isn’t a bad person and that you still want to be with him after all that. bakugou just stands across from him with a first aid kit, long gave up on tending to midoriya’s wounds.

“izu?” your voice is small, but you catch his attention right away, looking at you with eyes wide, red and teary, while his nose is bloody and so are his lips. midoriya stands up abruptly, hesitantly walking closer to you and the other two leave the room, closing it behind them. “oh my god, it’s all my fault that you’re hurt” your own tears are falling down on your cheeks and you’re wiping nose with the back of your hand.

“no, no princess, it isn’t your fault. don’t say that.” he’s voice is broken, raspy and deep. he steps in front of you and reaches towards your cheek with one hand to wipe your tears. “no one is allowed to treat you like that and get away with it, not on my watch” midoriya grumbled and you cup his face with both hands, thumbs caressing the skin.

“thank you for jumping in and protecting me” you whisper as you stand on your tiptoes to press a feather light kiss on his lips, not wanting to make it hurt any further.

midoriya on the other hand has other ideas and wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. you felt him lick at your lower lip and you let him in, tasting his blood, while he walked you backwards to make you stand between him and his door. you pull him towards you for more after a short break and he picks you up to pin you against the hard surface, his hands slide along the underside of your thighs before slipping underneath your dress, squeezing your butt and a moan erupted you.

“you’re so good baby, so good and all mine” he murmurs along your jaw and neck, pressing kisses on the skin between words and the straps of your dress are hanging down, while the end is rolled up around your hips. your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, taking it off of him and after all comes undone, he throws it on his floor. your fingers run through his muscles and they tense underneath your touch.

you feel him suck on different spots of skin on your neck and you bury your fingers in his green curls, bringing his head closer to you, while his hands remain your butt, his semi hardened member presses against you through his jeans and you can’t stop the moans leaving your hips.

suddenly, he moves you to his bed, laying you on your back and he unbuttoned his jeans, slightly pulling them down. you bite your lips from the sight and he lets out a short chuckle. your eyes move to stare up at midoriya, who’s eyes are darker, filled with lust and adoration. he sneaks a hand up the underside of your boob, squeezing it slightly and a sigh leaves your lips.

midoriya takes in the way you look below him, how your breathing is heavy, your eyes are teary from minutes before, lips plump and reddish, your hair is a mess underneath you. the skin on your neck is littered with two darkening spots and there are two more on your collarbone. you reach for him to give another kiss and he knows that if the two of you don’t stop stop soon, he won’t be able to control himself. not when, you’re laid down under him with your dress rolled up to your hips, thighs bare and look up at him longingly.

his hips moved without thinking, gently humping against you, thin layers of clothing acting as walls between the two of you and midoriya starts to feel his mind growing foggy as more seconds passed by. your lips clashed against each other with more and more passion and you forgot why the two of you were in midoriya’s room in the first place.

“you’re mine baby, please tell me you’re mine” he pleaded, getting closer towards his white bliss and it felt like yours was approaching soon as well, with one of his hand kneading your boobs through your dress and the open mouthed kisses he left all around your neck and collarbone.

“yours, yours” you babbled before you feel a knot come undone in your belly and something wet coats your panties, you came with a moan of his name. midoriya seeing this followed you a few seconds later as you felt him twitch as came with a groan, hiding his face in your neck.

while trying to even your breaths, you brushed through his green curls softly and a few seconds later, he pushed himself off of you with a tender smile and looked at you with so much adoration, you felt yourself tearing up. midoriya stroked your face before getting up and opening his wardrobe, grabbing clothes for both you and himself.

“you can take the toilet, i’ll change out here” he gives you a set of clothes to change into and you thank him with a grin before you close the door behind you.

it takes you a few minutes to process what just happened, because in your opinion this is a wide step in your relationship with midoriya. you’re thankful he gave you one of his boxers, so you can take of your panties that stuck to you as you took it off and you nearly folded it into your dress after you changed into a set of joggers and hoodie that were too big on you, though it didn’t matter.

you ask if you can come out when you’re done and when he answers with a yes, you exit his toilet. midoriya is sitting on his bed, only wearing a pair of joggers as he wraps up his knuckles, that you haven’t seen the bruises on yet. “do you need help?” your tone is tender as you sit down next to him but he only shakes his head with a smile, finishing up then turning towards you with a baby wipe.

“you got some of my blood on you” he stammers out, feeling embarrassed about it and you tilt your head with a grin, letting him wipe it off. “there” he says quietly and you take a look at him. there’s dried blood on his top lip and nose and a growing bruise under his left eye.

“can i have some?” you motion towards the wipes and he passes it to you, then you begin to clean his face. “i don’t think it’s necessary to wrap these up izu, makes you look like a badass anyways” you giggle and midoriya joins you as you’re done. “we should go downstairs, so the others don’t worry too much” you add, to which midoriya only nods and pulls a white shirt on.

hand in hand, you two exit his room and join the others downstairs who are running up to the two of you, checking if everything’s okay.

“i think we can all note to ourselves to never make izuku mad and jealous. shindo looked wrecked” sero grimaces at the end, remembering how the brown haired male looked, many around him agreeing with the tape hero.

“girl, you really gotta stop collecting those mosquito bites, we will run out of make up” mina giggles and put your hood up, pulling at the strings before disappearing behind your boyfriends back, making everyone laugh.

“it’s okay mina, i’ll fund her make up spendings as long as everyone backs off of what’s mine” midoriya replies with a smirk and you’re glad that your face is barely showing because it feels hot.

an: the end :))

[talkdutchtome]

Glitch - teaser

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

warning . . . tbd )

series masterlist . . . available here )

a/n . . . this is a little section of the first chapter as a little teaser for what's to come. hope you like it )

“Mason why did you and Y/N come in together, aren’t your places on opposite sides of the city?” Ben asked his best friend already knowing the answer to his question. Despite the fact that Y/N worked for Mason as his assistant, the pair were close, very close; so when they arrived to the party in the same car, Ben didn’t have to wonder too hard about the reason why. “Oh, she was at mine for a movie night last night and she was too tired to go home so she stayed.” Mason told his friend matter-of-factly, not seeing what the issue was or why his friend in front of him looked so annoyed. Even if you took away the widely inappropriateness of an employer having his employee stay at his house, there was the small issue of the fact that Y/N was madly in love with Mason and had been for years now. As much as she tried her best to keep it hidden, the only person in their circle that didn’t seem to know about it was Mason himself. Ben and Reece had a conversation a few days before, discussing whether they should tell Mason as from an outside perspective, even if it was unintentional, he did seem to be leading Y/N on; they both knew their friend extremely well, so they knew that he didn’t have the same feelings that she had for him and they knew that if Mason knew the full story there are aspects of his relationship with her that he might change.  

“Look mate,” Ben started, unsure of exactly what to say but knowing he needed to say something. “I think you should know that Y/N has feelings for you” Mason’s brows furrowed, completely taken aback by his friends' blunt honesty. “What? No are you sure?” he asked him, truly hoping that he was mistaken or playing some kind of prank. “I’m 100% sure, it’s obvious to be honest with you mate. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at you, she really truly loves you. Having her stay at your place and being that close to her, it’s going to make her think that someday you two could be more than friends, so if that’s not the case then you really need to reconsider doing things like that as it isn’t fair on her. Y/N’s a good girl, you know that she deserves to be happy.” Ben’s words make Mason’s head spin. Y/N was more to him than just his employee, she was one of his closest friends, but he really didn’t see her as anything but a friend. “Oh, fuck Ben what should I do?” Mason asked with his brain completely frazzled at this point, 15 minutes ago he was feeling great, he had just had a great day with one of his best friends and then then he came to a party to blow off some steam after a very stressful week, but now it seemed like everything had come crashing down. “I think you need to speak to her, make it clear that you value her friendship but you don’t see her as anything else, let her down gently.” he told Mason who simply nodded before starting to walk towards the girl in question who was at the bar talking to one of the other players girlfriends., the second Ben realized what he was trying to do he put a hand out to stop him from going over there, causing Mason to look back at him with a puzzled expression. “Maybe telling her right this minute isn’t the best idea though mate, considering you’re in public. Not to mention the fact we’ve all got that trip planned for the Spanish Grand Prix in a few days, maybe you should wait until after that. If things don’t go well that could make the whole trip so awkward.” Ben pleaded at his friend, but he could see on Mason’s face that his words were going in one ear and out the other. “Fine go, but be nice to her and you better not ruin the race for everyone” he relented, taking his arm off of his friend and letting him walk towards the unsuspecting girl.  

“Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Mason asked with no regard for the fact that she was already deep in conversation with somebody else. His bluntness combined with the pained look on his face made her recognize instantly that whatever he wanted to talk about wasn’t likely to be lighthearted. She hesitantly followed the man as he gestured for her to come along to a quieter part of the bar. Before she could ask what was going on, Mason had already asked her a question that made her stomach sink - “Do you have feelings for me?” She had absolutely no idea how to answer his question, of course she knew the answer; she had been pining after him for years at this point, but she just wasn’t ready for him to know that yet. “Will you please just answer my question?” he almost demanded, his harsh tone making her freeze. Looking up at her best friend with tear filled eyes she muttered the last thing he wanted to hear - “Yes”. Her voice was so faint that it didn’t come out as anything more than a whisper but to Mason it was the loudest thing he had ever heard. Y/N had imagined having this conversation with Mason so many times, imagined herself finally telling him that she loved him but in all her fantasies, in all her daydreams, he had never flinched like he had done just now. “Mason I -” she started but stopped in her tracks when she saw tears forming in her best friend’s eyes. “How could you do this Y/N, why would you ruin our friendship like this?” he asked her in genuine disbelief. Mason watched the girl stood in front of him stumble over her words, clearly not expecting to be asked that question, before putting her almost full glass down on the table and running out of the bar.  

[screamdream3828]

Sam Carpenter x fem!Reader request:

Reader is part of the friend group in Scream 6 and tends to ignore Sam. Sam thinks Reader doesn’t like her but in reality Reader is head over heels in love with Sam. At a party the gang plays truth or dare and Reader is so drunk which leads to her giving Sam all of her attention and compliments. Everyone is shocked and confused.

Next day the whole group agrees to see how long it will take for Reader to confess to Sam sober (Reader doesn’t remember what happened the night prior).

So despite Reader trying to continue ignoring Sam, Sam now constantly flirts with Reader which leads to Reader’s confusion, flusterness and the most horrible attempts to act like it doesn’t affect her. (Plot twist: she fails and the gang can’t stop themselves from laughing at/teasing her).

I decided to split this into two/potentially three chapters! Because I started writing and it was big. Hope you enjoy so far!

I also made it scream 6 AU where the killings never happened and the friendship are just chilling in college

You had been studying at college in New York for a few months, focusing more on education than anything. 

When your class gets some new students, you’re stunned to recognise the group from the news, surviving ghostface attacks.  

You become friends with Mindy first, bonded through a love of movies - then by extension, you meet Chad then Tara.

When Mindy starts dating Anika, the group begins to form alongside Chad’s roommate Ethan. It feels nice to have a group of friends to fall back on during college, and you all become close soon.

A big project is due, so you agree to hang out at Tara’s place. You know she shares it with her older sister, Sam - and another girl Quinn.

What you didn’t expect, is for Sam to be home that evening. Or to be so hot. You keep some distance immediately, being polite but never really getting to know Sam.

The rumours are everywhere. That it was her who orchestrated the killings last year. 

You don’t believe them of course, but you guess Sam must be closed off, and should focus on her feelings - the last thing she needed was her little sister’s friend crushing on her. 

The weeks pass and you grow closer to everyone except for Sam. You make excuses when left in situations alone together, and if necessary - you just don’t speak with her.

She’s painfully attractive, all tall and strong. You’ve seen her work out once, when Chad convinced you and Mindy it would be fun to do a ‘group gym sesh’.

The ‘sesh’ resulted in Mindy leaving after twenty minutes to ‘blow off steam’. “Poor anika” Chad had mumbled, resuming his heavy weights.

You grew bored, then distracted when you noticed a familiar face sprinting on a treadmill across the gym. Arms rippling and calves on display.

Your head spins back around so fast you almost headbutt poor Chad who gives you a confused look. “You okay?” He asks, steadying your shoulder.

”All good!” You fire back, focusing on his face. But Chad isn’t stupid and looks back to where you stared. He notices Sam and waves.

”Dude you need to sort out whatever’s happening with Sam” 

His words make you freeze, surely he didn’t know about your crush? You had done such a good job to hide it. But before you could worry, he adds.

”Why don’t you like her? She thinks it’s something she’s done?”

You blink, feeling like a deer in the headlights. You should have really expected this. Ignoring someone only meant they’d thing you had something against them.

”I don’t” you grimace. “I mean I don’t dislike her. She’s fine. She’s cool” 

Chad does not believe you, and his eyes linger for too long. He sighs in defeat. “Sure. But important question, you coming to the party tonight?”

This changes your mood and a smile stretches across your face as you both head for the shower. “Fuck yeah I am”.

...

Tara announces Sam is coming to the party and you’re a bit stunned. Aside from being a few years older, she’s declared on numerous occasions that she’s “not the party type”.

Clad in a short black dress, you join Tara in the living room as she waits for the others to finish getting ready. “I wonder why Sam’s coming” you try to fish

Ever oblivious, Tara ponders. “I think she’s just been a bit stressed with work. Wants some fun I guess”

Then she pauses and gives you a funny look. “You are cool with her coming?”

Her tone matches Chad’s from earlier and you frown. The last thing you wanted is for Tara to think you dislike her sister.

“No I’m fine!” You raise your hands maybe a bit too dramatically. “I just wondered thats all” 

Tara hums but doesn’t look like she agrees, she drops the topic though. Greeting Chad as he comes in the room. Now it’s your turn to raise your eyebrow as the pair seem awfully close.

”Hey there” a pair of arms grab your shoulders and you startle. “Fuck Mindy. You need to stop doing that” you groan at your friend who smirks.

“Where’s the fun in that” she joins you on the couch, followed by Anika who rolls her eyes too. “She’s right babe, you really do need to stop that”

Mindy smiles up at her girlfriend and it’s your turn to tease - digging your elbow into her ribs. “Whipped” you cough, and she elbows you back

Before the play fighting can escalate, the door opens and Sam strolls out. You swallow hard at how good she looks, even in simple jeans, a shirt and light jacket.

”Ready to go?” She scans the group, and you turn last minute to deliberately miss her gaze. All is not lost though as you head behind her out the door, noting how good her ass looks in the tight jeans.

The party is like every other frat party Tara somehow bags an invite to, and convinces everyone it will be a new experience. 

Mindy and Anika slink off to the couch to smoke weed and do other things you feel hopelessly jealous of. 

Tara and Ethan are engaged in what looks like a very drunk game of beer pong (already) with Chad refereeing. Sam is .... somewhere, leaving you alone with Quinn.

You'd always got on amicable, not as close as the others but polite enough. But sometimes you’d feel her gaze lingering too long, especially when you wore more revealing clothes.

You couldn’t deny she was hot. Very much so. Though your mind was occupied by Sam, and you were happy enough single.

”How are you finding the party” she touches your arm, smirking and with the buzz of the alcohol already hitting your system, you don’t reject the touch.

”It’s good, good” you nod as she grazes your arm, eyes locked on yours. 

“Do you want to...”

A voice interrupts before she can finish the sentence and surprisingly it’s Sam who stands near you both, awkward look on her face.

”Sorry to like, interrupt or whatever” she gestures between the pair of you, and you feel your cheeks already blush a deep red.

”But Tara’s demanding we all play truth or dare” she strolls off after that, and Quinn rolls her eyes but smiles at you. ”Better listen I guess”

It feels very juvenile, sitting crossed legged in a random bedroom with a bottle of vodka between them. Sam looks like she’s rather be anywhere else right now, and honestly you can’t blame her.

Tara is ... very drunk, so is Ethan and Chad - the trip barely coherent. 

Mindy and Anika are giggly, holding onto each other with such love, so clingy that it reminds you how painfully single you are. 

Quinn looks bored, but slightly amused at the antics. 

The questions start off light, and you just pray there won’t be any queries about crushes. 

The alcohol has made your tongue loose, and the room is starting to spin in a slow sway that has your head bopping along as though listening to music. 

“Okay....” Quinn spins around the room, smirking before her eyes land on you. “Y/N. Truth or dare?”

You’d just chosen dare, taking a long shot of vodka from a plant vase so hoped Quinn would take pity on you for the truth.

”Truth” you match her gaze, sipping on your drink - beer abandoned for a vodka lemonade. She thinks for a short while, and you don’t like the devilish look in her eye.

”Who do you think the hottest person in the room is?”

Your mouth falls open, as you try to think of an acceptable response. You could just say yourself and play it off as a joke. But then, your brain can’t seem to catch up.

”Sam!” You blurt out, surprising everyone - but mainly Sam who jumps up at the sound of her voice, eyes widened. Quinn is grinning manically, almost like a comic book villain and Mindy rolls her eyes.

”Ohhhh” Chad smirks, whispering something into his sisters ear. You don’t hear though, too focused on Sam and her reaction.

She looks surprised but slightly pleased, a blush light on her cheeks. You should really just shut up, but once you open your mouth - you can’t close it.

”I’m just saying what I see!” You exclaim, hands flapping through the air. “And you look good Sam! Really good. I love the shirt. It suits you”

You start to ramble, letting your thoughts come out. Quinn is laughing, enjoying the whole debacle, and Tara looks visibly confused.

Sam looks ... shy? She mutters a quick “thanks” and looks away. Before you can continue the onslaught, Anika dares Ethan to drink his, Tara’s and Chad’s shots. At once.

Someone passes you a shot and the room starts to spin rapidly. You haven’t felt this drunk since you first tried alcohol with your cousins and the buzz is unlike anything else.

You notice things more. Like how Sam’s hair shines a pretty colour. Something you accidentally spill out, much to Mindy and now Chad’s amusement - and to Tara’s continual confusion.

“It just looks so shiny!” You tell Anika as you both head up to the bathroom. “And pretty. So glossy! I wonder what shampoo she uses” you continue to babble, washing your hands.

Anika is gentle with you in that typical way of hers, so caring as she listens with a bright smile and a nod. Out of the group, she probably had drunk the least, settling more for some weed and snuggling into Mindy’s lap. 

“I know babe” she hands you a towel to dry your hands, grip firm on your shoulders as she safely guides you down the stairs. 

“And her makeup! It brings out her eyes. Don’t you agree?” You turn on the stairs, almost knocking the pair of you over, giggling.

”Very pretty” Anika indulges you, nodding as she marches you over to the group. “Back in one piece” she returns you like some sort of parcel and the thought makes you erupt into more laughter. 

The game dies out as you all drink casually, somehow your head finds it way into Tara’s lap as she smooths your hair gently. “Fuck” you moan, feeling as if you’re on the moon.

Tara giggles, as drunk as you - if not, more. “Fuck” she repeats, and the pair of you erupt into loud laughter. 

It’s late. Very late. And not even the weekend either. Everyone has class or work tomorrow, so you all call it a day.

Quinn vaguely knows the guy hosting the party who lets you all stay.

Anika and Mindy take another bedroom, so do Chad and Tara. Leaving you, Ethan, Quinn and Sam. 

Before you can assign the rooms, you’re already falling asleep on someone’s shoulder - ignoring their calls as you let sleep take you away. 

[hwangyeddeongie]

I’m in my horny bubble rn so I’m just gonna drop a request, can you write about reader (and maybe ryujin if you do 3somes) spoiling yeji on her day off? I’m talking about praise, eating her out/using toys on her until she’s hoarse and squirting all over the bed from the overstimulation bc I feel like she’d be into getting pushed past her limits and bc she deserves it for being so hardworking all the time:(

holy shit anon you really got me thinking 😮‍💨 I included ryujin in this because I’m as much a ryejist as I am a yeji simp

Yeji x fem!reader x Ryujin

Cw: smut. Men and minors DNI!

Because of course yeji has been overworking herself to the point she barely gets any sleep. She stays in the practice room until dawn, perfecting and obsessing over any and every move. She keeps the girls in line too, and her patience wanes with every passing day.

Eventually, you start to notice. You notice that she’s almost never home anymore, and you’re constantly going to bed alone and waking up without her next to you. It feels like your relationship has been reduced to good morning and good night texts.

Ryujin notices too. She sees her leader’s rapidly deteriorating state, the circles under her eyes that get darker and darker. She’s tried talking some sense into Yeji, but to no avail.

Ultimately, she comes to you. She shares her concerns with you, and you both agree that Yeji needs (desperately) to blow off some steam and relax.

And so, your plan hatches. One day after practice, Ryujin grabs Yeji and all but drags her out of the practice room, paying no attention to the older girl’s complaints about ‘working on the choreography’.

When they get home, you’re there waiting for them. You and Ryujin had had the foresight to ask (bribe) the other members to stay out of the apartment for the night.

When Yeji sees you, she’s taken aback. She realises that she hasn’t seen you, not really, in weeks.

“Hi, baby,” you say, striding over to her and cupping her face with your hands.

“Hi,” she breathes back. “What are you doing here?”

You share a look with Ryujin before answering.

“We were worried about you.”

Yeji cocks her head in confusion, and her eyes widen when you take a step closer to her.

Ryujin comes up from behind, wrapping her arms around the leader’s waist.

“You’ve been working so hard, unnie.”

She places a kiss on the junction between Yeji’s shoulder and neck, making her shiver.

“What are you-”

You tuck a strand of Yeji’s hair behind her ear and smile softly.

“We just want to return the favour.”

You close the distance between you two and kiss her deeply. Your hands make their way down her body, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Then you’re kissing across her perfect jawline and leaning down to murmur against her ear,

“Let us take care of you, baby.”

Yeji lets you lead her to the bedroom with Ryujin in tow. You shut the door behind you.

Ryujin has pulled Yeji’s shirt off as well as her own, and she’s kissing down the eldest girl’s neck as her hands reach behind to unclasp her bra. You walk over and claim her lips again, this time pushing her down onto the bed.

Yeji’s bra is long discarded somewhere on the floor, and you’re distracted by her perfect body, staring at her curves and her bare torso.

It seems Ryujin had the same idea, because you both hover over her, just admiring.

Yeji becomes shy, turning red and hiding her face behind her hands.

Ryujin chuckles as you coo.

“No need to hide from us, Yeji-ah,” you say, grabbing her wrists to pull them away.

“You’re so beautiful, unnie,” Ryujin says at the same time, which makes Yeji whine and turn even redder.

“Please,” she says hoarsely, her voice dripping with want. “Please touch me, I need-”

You hush her with a kiss and lean down to draw a nipple into your mouth.

Yeji moans, arching up into you and throwing her head back. Ryujin starts marking her up, leaving hickeys as she makes her way down, down, down…

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Ryujin leaving wet kisses all over Yeji’s thighs, and then sight turns you on more than you thought it would. The wetness between your legs is becoming uncomfortable at this point, but tonight isn’t about you.

Ryujin hooks her thumbs under Yeji’s waistband, pulling off her shorts and underwear in one go.

You reluctantly pull away from her chest to get a better look at her, and you feel a thrill run through you when you see she’s absolutely dripping.

Ryujin smirks against the skin of her thigh, looking up at you to exchange a gleeful look.

“You’re so wet, baby,” she purrs, and Yeji buries her face into the crook of your neck to hide her embarrassment.

“You really want us that bad?” You ask, grabbing her chin to make her look at you. She whimpers, canting her hips up towards Ryujin’s face and nodding.

“Use your words, my love.”

“Yes, please, I want it so bad, I can’t-I can’t-please, please touch me-”

Ryujin grants her wish, licking a stripe up her entrance and sucking on her clit.

Yeji’s reaction is immediate: she throws her head back, a broken cry leaving her lips as she grips onto your shoulder.

“Ah, Ryujin—oh my god-”

Ryujin slings her legs over her shoulders for better access as you continue your attack on her breasts, and it’s clear it won’t take much to make Yeji come.

She’s all but screaming now, alternating between moaning your name and Ryujin’s, and a myriad of please’s, curses, and whines.

Your hand reaches up to cup the breast your mouth isn’t on, which makes Yeji moan louder and tangle one hand in your hair and the other in Ryujin’s.

With a final cry, she’s coming undone, pushing her hips up. Ryujin licks her clean before pulling away to let her breathe.

But you’re not done with her yet.

You move to tangle your legs with Yeji’s, pushing your cores together.

Yeji whimpers, bracing herself on your shoulders, but she humps against you, which draws a low hiss from you.

Ryujin makes her way back up, kissing you so you can taste Yeji’s sweetness. You groan into her mouth and deepen it, determined to get every last drop from her lips.

Ryujin pulls away and turns to kiss Yeji as you speed up the movement of your hips. Yeji’s panting, her hands desperately searching for purchase on your arms, your waist, your back…

Ryujin places one last kiss on the corner of Yeji’s mouth before she slides off the bed with an “I’ll be right back,”.

You watch her exit the room and turn your attention onto your girlfriend.

She’s flushed from her chest to her cheeks, her hair is spread around her head like a halo, and there’s a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. In your opinion, she looks absolutely divine.

You bite back your own moans, but you can’t help it when Yeji is moving against you with so much enthusiasm. You can tell what she’s trying to do, and you reach out to stop her.

“Baby, no,” you pant, “tonight is about you.”

But Yeji shakes her head stubbornly.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” she cuts herself off with a whimper. “Wanna make you come.”

And who were you to refuse her? You rutted against her harder, faster, and were rewarded with a loud “oh, baby, so good-”.

You noticed Ryujin return with something in her hand, but you were too distracted with making Yeji come.

And you do, and she’s arching up so high, and digging her nails into your back, and it makes you hiss in pain, but the pain feels weirdly delicious paired with the hot pleasure of your own orgasm that washes over you.

You both ride out your high, slowing down before coming to a halt. You’re both breathless, and through the haze you get a good look at Ryujin.

She has a strap attached to her front, and she’s looking at the both of you with her eyes darker than you’d ever seen before.

So that’s what she went to get, you think to yourself with a smirk.

Yeji’s eyes are wide as she stares at Ryujin, and you can tell she’s already aroused again by the blush on her cheeks and the way she bites her lip.

Ryujin stalks over slowly, and you move over to give her space.

“Think you can take one more, Yeddeong?” She murmurs, already adjusting herself between Yeji’s legs.

Yeji nods emphatically, and it’s almost comical how quickly she does the action.

Yeji ends up taking the strap on all fours, Ryujin pounding into her from behind. You can tell by the way her arms and legs shake that she’s about to collapse, and you mention this to Ryujin, who switches their position to have Yeji bent over the bed instead.

You know Yeji likes to be pushed over the edge more than she can take, so after Ryujin is done, you take the strap and carry Yeji over to and against the wall, where you wring out another orgasm from her.

She’s crying at this point, but even through the tears she begs for more.

So Ryujin takes back the strap and spoons her from behind on the bed, using her hand to hold up Yeji’s leg. You use your fingers to circle Yeji’s clit, and she sobs against your mouth. She grabs at you to pull you closer, and she screams when she comes for the fifth and final time. A thick streak of liquid comes out from her, and you decide that it’s time to stop.

Yeji’s legs are trembling, as is the rest of her body, and you place tender kisses on her forehead to ground her as Ryujin discards the strap and curls up behind Yeji.

The younger dancer litters kisses over Yeji’s shoulders and reaches over to pull your waist closer.

When you’re all under the covers, you and Ryujin mumble praises against Yeji’s skin.

“You did so good, baby,” “you were so good for us,”

Yeji’s eyelids droop, and she falls asleep between you and Ryujin, her favourite girls.

[msmishima]

Giving Head~ Tekken~ WLW Headcannons

I hope the other gay Tekken girlies find this. Not proof read just vibes. 18 + only

Jun Kazama

-The trust you'd have with this woman reflects how she's in tune with your body.

-Loves starting things off with kisses and soft touches, her words know how to relax you. Feeling safe and comfortable was Jun's top priority.

-Doesn't eat you out right away, opting to trail kisses down your body, leaves love bite underneath your breasts while her fingers tease at your entrance, all the while whispering how good and special you are to her.

-Once she does get to eating you out Jun already has you soaked, licking you gingerly and eagerly all while touching herself. She needs your touch in some way--squeezing her unoccupied hand while she devours you or your hand tangled in her hair while she works. Yank and tug all you wish;Jun Kazama doesn't mind roughness, you don't mind it either but she often apologies for it. (she literally has a line about being rough in the Tekken 8 CNT)

-Wants to hear your moans, encourages it even while praising how amazing you taste.

-This woman is so vocal. She'll be moaning at your wetness, in turn driving you closer and closer to your climax. Once you reach it, she laps up all you produce while showering you with praises and kisses.

-Knowing her power and what little we know from what has been revealed from Tekken 8, you'll be tired but at the same time rejuvenated.

-This woman is so soft for you.

"Such a good girl." mommy? sorry

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"I love everything about you. Including those gorgeous sounds."

Nina Williams

-Does Nina love you? That's debatable. Does she know how to please you? Absolutely.

-Being a spy, and a special agent, Nina is trained to excel in any situation she's put in.

-She's a sexy blonde woman, Nina knows the sex appeal she garners, not as much as her sister Anna (no one can match Anna's appeal) but she knows how people look at her; men of course, but women intrigue her.

-You both met at some bar during a recon mission she was wrapping up and noticed you couldn't your eyes off of her. Of course Nina wanted to blow off some steam and you were happy to oblige and help her.

-Nina loves being in control, whether receiving or not, that's why when her fingers are plunged into you, she's testing you, seeing if you can be as quiet as possible. You're in a bar bathroom for one and plus I'd like to think Nina loves toying with her partners.

-Once she's at eye level with your pussy she'd work quick and precise: similar to how she works in the game. She'd find your clit pretty fast, lapping at it swiftly while fingering the spot you want.

-She'd chuckle at how you'd try and suppress your moans. At some point if you're close, she'd let you come once she counts down. Does it at an agonizingly slow pace but lets you come once you get there.

"Maybe I'll eat you out if you be quiet, hmm?"

"It's past your bedtime, but maybe I can play for a bit."

"You aren't done until I say so."

Kazumi Mishima

-Kazumi's a tiger tamer so she know how to tame that pussy. sorry not sorry

-Like Jun is super soft with you but can get stern when she needs to.

-Starts out by fingering you, praising you all while working you oh so slow to feel every inch. Don't whine or protest just yet or she'd pull away just as fast. A way to teach you a lesson in her eyes, so be patient.

-Once she does get to your pussy she's eating you like a woman starved. Very on point with finding all your sweet spots, exactly how her play style is: effective at pokes, finding them and retreating as such before going right back in to do the same.

-She gets off on your sounds, cumming once you do.

-Like Jun she's in tune with your body and depending on how good you act, she may or may not unleash her devil side.

"Can you be good for me, kitten?"

"Your sounds are the power I need, the only thing in this world."

"Yeah, just hearing you can do this to me."

Katarina Alves

-MEAN. Can be sadistic at times, loves to taunt you when she's pleasing you.

-Has you pressed against her chest, kissing and sucking your neck while teasing you through your panties.

-If you protest, whine or moan too much she'll stop completely, saying you aren't acting well enough for her to play with your pussy, let alone eat it out.

-You have to promise and nearly vow to be good for her, clutching her arms and touching her yourself, pinching her breasts and caressing them until she's sighing back into your arms.

-Once she reaches your sweet center though, she knows how to work. Lapping at the clit beautifully, simultaneously fingers you so fast that you arch and buck into her.

-She might be mean about it but she loves how reactive you are. Moans against your pussy, drowning in how you drip into her mouth.

-Doesn't stop when you cum. Overstimulates you like hell.

-Loves to make you squirt. Challenges you to cover her shades in your essence.

"You want mommy's mouth, beg for it."

"Such a slut for me, c'mon I know you can do better than that."

"You got a lot more left, pretty girl."

Anna Williams

-A huge tease.

-Flirts with you even while knuckle deep within you, telling you exactly what she wants to do to you.

-Laughs if you ask if her how long till she eats you out. Deliberately will go slower, stretching you out till you're closer to orgasm.

-If you beg her however, and/or moan enough for her, Anna will give you whatever ask for. Unlike Nina, Anna loves you; she may not be in love with you yet, but she does love how your body reacts just for her.

-Once she does get to your pussy, Anna cannot help herself. Already spurned by your noises she dives right in, growling into your sweet heat.

-Backs off from your cunt to talk you through how you were feeling. Still teasing but is more soft in your motions. Eggs you on to come while fingering you until you do so.

-"Come on baby, you're really close."

"Touching you like this never fails to get me wet. What? It's true and you know it."

"You're so sexy like this."

Master Raven

-Busy has hell but always makes time for you.

-Queen of quickies, knows how to make them last a while for you.

-Just pops up in your room when you're horny or if you message her.

-Always says she doesn't have time, mentions assignments she goes on but gets lost you. Especially loves how much you complement her body in her suit or say you appreciate how hard she works and protects you.

-Leads a trail down your body, pressing hard kisses where you make the most noise. Loves your noises even when she wants you to be silent. Lady Raven seems like she's all business but often loosens up just for you.

-When she reaches your pussy Raven is all about business yet again. Her movements depend on you: if you follow her directions then she'll go as fast or slow as you'd like; if you were bratty well, Raven will make your orgasm quick, no enjoyment at all.

-She eats you out while touching herself since she doesn't make enough time for her own pleasure.

-"I don't have much time, follow my lead and it'll be pleasurable for us both."

"I'll end this quickly if you don't listen."

"Let go, I have enough time for one more."

Lidia Sobieska

-Also busy as hell.

-Lidia stays devoted to her country along with her training but never ceases to squeeze in time for you.

-That being said, you never know when and where Lidia decides to get intimate with you. Whether it be in her dojo after an intense training session where she's drench in not only sweat but desire, or in the back of her limo while en route to her next meeting at parliament.

-Lidia did not care; if you wanted her and she had the time, she'd cater to you. When eating you out she gets fully on her knees, wanting to be comfortable while she focuses on your pussy.

-Is very sloppy, literally salivating at your taste. Goes between licking your silt slowly then fast, curling at the points that make you most reactive.

-Praises you, adores praising you. Will stop eating you out just to tell you that you're doing well, fingers you while fingering herself since she has little time for another round.

-Would have entered parliament with her face messy but you clean her up quickly. May or may not have yelled osu while you came.

"Was I too much? Do you need me to call someone to care for you during my meeting?"

"Don't be quiet, my love. I love those noises."

"OSU! Uh, fuck, sorry. You really get me in the zone."

[romanoffsbish]

A Dreary Existence

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Misogyny!!, Insecurity, Mean Media, Creepy Man—Unwanted Attention/Touch.

Smut: Mommy (S), Little Dove (R) | Shower Sex: Oral / Fingering (R) | Nipple Piercings/(Temperature) Play (R) | Double-Sided Strap: Penetration / Oral (R gets throat fucked), Thigh Riding (SJ) | Kinks: Praising, Marking/ Biting.

Request: @unlady-like-12-25-36

Scarlett noticed a change in you about a month ago when she returned from filming in Italy. While away she'd FaceTime you regularly, but with the time difference your exhaustion had seemed fair. Now though, that she's back, it makes no sense. You'd been so tired lately that you'd been missing dates, something that never happened even when you were in college. The closest she could get to you now was at night when you were asleep in her bed; so dead to the world that she wondered if you were sick.

——

——

New lines were etched into the skin around your eyes, making her heart stutter for a cause, and she knew she'd have to figure it out alone. If there was one thing she knew after dating you for the last two years it was that you were stubborn, and unnecessarily independent.

When she met you at that random party thrown by a mutual acquaintance all she wanted was to make you hers in every sense. She was there with a friend, and you were the hosts close friend, so it was a lucky encounter. Frivolous events like this were rare for Scarlett, but at the time she needed to blow off steam, and that's exactly what she did with you.

Beneath her was where it all started, it wasn't hard to seduce you, but it was hard to leave. There was this gentleness to you she found comforting, it wasn't something you encounter in another often, and it wasn't worth losing. When she stared into your twinkling eyes she was genuinely hooked, her lips gently slid over your smiling set, then she settled into the bed, and pulled your body into her warm embrace.

Breaking her strict rules of a one night stand, because she knew you'd be hers in the end.

You gave her most of you, she's tried to do the exact same, but for some reason you weren't willing to give up your complete solitude. Never denying her the privilege of showering you in gifts, but you were clearly hesitant to accept, and you always made her let you pay for your share on dates. She's yet to tell you, but she takes your half and sets it aside, hoping that one day you'll fully accept her support.

There's just no reason for you to work, running yourself ragged, when you could be her pretty little housewife. Working remotely from the office back home, or from her trailer on set if you truly insisted, at least until you started having kids. After that you'd settle in well as her arm candy for the red carpets, and as her precious girl back at home, you just had to give in to the temptation, and stop fighting peace.

Scarlett had been gone today at the studio doing corrective voice overs for a finished project, but she'd only allowed the intrusion in her schedule as you had work today anyways. Tomorrow though, she intended to spend the entire day with her precious love in her arms.

The following morning came with cold sheets though, and a corresponding groan fell from her soft lips. Against her minds fog she jumped up and ran downstairs just in time to catch you exiting., "Baby?!," she called out, and you turned to her with a wide smile, but the front was obvious. The lines she observed under the light of the moon were obvious signs of your exhaustion, but seeing your dulled eyes in the glow of the sun peeking in only confirmed it.

"Where are you going at 5:30am on Saturday?"

Scarlett had been busy the last three weekends with the Outset business, so she'd yet to know this was a regular occurrence. Roberto was relentlessly fighting you on it, but you're trying to tell him that weekends are off limits now for the sake of your lie holding water with her, and also because you miss the carefree nature of your relationship, and her warm embrace.

"The office.," you internally cringed at how uncool your words came out, but you had yet to tell the woman of your dreams that you're a failure who's yet to get a job in her field.

"They make you work on the weekends?," her eyebrow was raised, frustration clear in her stance as she pushed for the truth she could tell you were hiding., "Mhm, I have to run some numbers is all, I'll be home in time for lunch."

"Please call in baby, I ship off for another film in a few week's time, I need my Y/N snuggles.," her pout nearly won you over, but the numbers running in the back of your mind lent to your sad smile as you shook your head. You couldn't afford to get lost in her comforting embrace, it would keep you from ever returning to that wretched restaurant, then you'd be even worse off financially, and that's just embarrassing.

Even though it shouldn't be, it's exactly what your lover wants, and quite frankly, the idea has become more appealing as time flies by. You actually have been dreaming of what could be in your sleep. Finding yourself wrapped up in her strong arms all the time, traveling the world with her as she makes more than enough money for the both of you and even then some. Still, somehow your pride prevails, and you found yourself shooting her down to work.

With a regretful sigh you dropped your bag, and pulled her dejected form into your body, laying a careful kiss to her temple., "I'll be home around three my love, I'll bring takeout, and we can watch whatever you want.," you cupped her cheeks., "Snuggles free of charge.," then you pecked her lips, and allowed her a brief moment to deepen it before you were pulling away., "It won't even feel that long."

"I feel every moment that you are not here.," she sniffled., "I just want you to cuddle me.," her voice cracked, as did your heart, and if not for the nagging voice in your mind you'd stay.

"I promise I will cuddle you when I get home Scar, but I really do have to get going.,"you softly kissed her cheek, then left before she could push you any further, because your fight was dwindling with every day that passed.

Scarlett grabbed her keys not even a minute later, turned her GPS on, and followed your dot on the map., "My poor, overworked baby..."

—

There was nothing much worse than a lunch rush on a Saturday afternoon, where groups of restless people would enter the understaffed restaurant you were still hopelessly managing. Even after earning your masters in your field of study over a year ago, it was a fruitless search for work, and you were starting to lose all hope.

Every interview ended the same, with a strong shaking of hands, and utterances of 'we'll let you know by the end of the week' leaving the crusty lips of the old man who had been staring at your cleavage far longer than your eyes.

Then you'd overhear through the grapevine that "Johnny," or "Terrence," got the position. A bunch of men dominating you in sex identity alone, because the lord knows you ran circles around them in your college days. Your grades alone outdid theirs, but on top of that you did far more outside internships, even more than required by the university because you cared. It'd always been more than a money grab for you, but it didn't matter how much you valued the work when nobody would fucking hire you.

Even though you were beyond exhausted, this job was far too physically demanding for you to take time off, plus the owner of the shitty chain establishment was truly a jerk. Expecting you to pick up the slack when his wages weren't enough to keep the best of your employees on the roster. One by one they'd realize their worth, the same way you should've and now you were left with a skeleton crew of kids.

Teenagers who had limits on their shifts, and even more so had a youth to be present for. There wasn't much they could do, and that left you working a shit ton of doubles, because the only other leaders on the team were unreliable. Susanna had three kids so she left early a lot, Brian worked his shifts, but without much skill. Then the owners son Trent only worked two times a week, the glorious morning shift you had today, and he never worked a weekend.

The idea of quitting remains at the forefront of your mind everyday, but the weight of your student loans was crippling you, and on top of them you had a hefty car note to pay and rent.

Scarlett, the woman of your ever flowing dreams hadn't nary a clue, but when she asked you to move in six months ago you'd just renewed the year long lease with your landlord. You'd attempted to get out of it, but he didn't budge, and according to him paying out the lease wasn't an option either so you continue reluctantly paying for dust mites to live there.

Scarlett's been trying to get you to settle down with her for awhile now, to move in, and so you did that to make her happy, as well as yourself. You still refused to let her tend to your every need though. It was already plastered on the internet by jealous fans and cheap tabloids that you were a gold digger, and no matter how quickly your lover comes to your defense in interviews, or to your sobbing form, it doesn't quell the fear of being what they paint you to be if you give in to her dreams of you quitting.

"Y/N?," your entire body froze at the sound of the familiar voice, it wasn't a welcome one., "Trent, what are you doing here?," you turned around to see him in street clothes, wearing a wicked grin as his eyes shamelessly roamed over the entirety of your body. It disgusted you how he felt entitled to do such a thing, but there wasn't much to say when his daddy signed your checks, so all you did was smile.

"I never get to see you anymore.," he replied in an accusatory manner, making the discomfort in your chest only rise higher. It was true, your schedule had changed a bit after Scar came home, you worked the mornings that he didn't,  and that included the weekends. Clearly this upset the boy, but truly it was a relief for you.

Trent had been rather obsessed with you since you were in undergrad, barely even an adult and he was ogling you even though he was well into his twenties at the time. Now you were well into your twenties, and though he was around Scarlett's age, you found the similar attentions off putting coming from him

"Well, my girlfriend is back in town, and that definitely called for a schedule change.," you relayed dryly while wiping down the bars counter tops, slyly observing the way his jaw harshly clenched as you remind him once again that you're off the market; as if that had ever mattered, because you have shot the man down more times than you honestly care to admit.

"Oh yeah, the actress who spends most of her time far away.," he taunts with a smirk, as if he'd said the funniest thing ever., "Why do you wait around for her, huh?," you scowled at the undetectable insinuation he was making here.

"It's obvious she doesn't care for you like I would.," you physically held back a gag as his misogynistic nature wins out, as if he could ever touch the success your girlfriend has., "She lets you work here in my father's dump; a pretty girl such as yourself deserves to be taken care of Y/N.," the glare you sent his way wasn't much of a deterrent as he just kept digging.

"It's becoming clear to me that she only keeps you around for the sex, it's probably amazing," this time when he ogles you your body lurches., "You deserve so much more than that honey, you deserve to be treated like a queen, and you very well know I can offer it all to you."

"Go to hell Trent.," you tossed your dirty rag at him, then went to brush passed him, but he was quicker than you as he grabbed your arm, trapping your body against the bar with his., "Listen here you ungrateful bitch, I've been more than patient with you, and I'm getting tired of this damn game you're playing, stop."

In your stand off with Trent you never noticed Scarlett settling down at the end of your bar, and so you also didn't see just how swiftly she got back up until she was swiveling the pitiful jerk away from you, and knocking him out cold in one swift punch., "Are you okay my love?"

The eyes and phones of the nosy patrons on you made your skin crawl, Scarlett instantly noticed the anguish on your face, and guided you out of the restaurant and to her Audi Q5.

"Scarlett, what are you doing?," you tried to rush back into the restaurant, the situation now hitting you more clearly, and the fear you felt at losing your job nearly had you in tears.

"Taking you home, and preparing to launch a lawsuit against that entitled fucking pervert and his father, I've always hated the asses."

"I-I can't afford to lose this job Scarlett!"

The fear in your voice startled her enough to put the car back in park, she shifted to look at you, and her heart stuttered at the sight of your shaky hands and accompanying trembling lip.

"What do you mean Y/N? What about the engineering gig, hm?," your lip only wobbled harder., "There is no engineering gig Scar."

"Why have you been lying to me?," your eyes squeezed shut tight as you heard the hurt in her voice., "I-I'm sorry Scar, b-but I didn't want you to know I failed, I've been trying so hard to get a better job, but it never works out."

"Y/N, you're not a failure."

"Aren't I though Scarlett?," her heart broke as you stared at her with teary eyes., "All this schooling under my belt, but I've yet to land even an entry level job. What's wrong with me that I can't even win one of those freaks over?"

Scarlett didn't respond with much, she muttered a simple no, placed a comforting hand on your thigh, and drove off with the windows down and your playlist turned on.

When she made it home she parked her car in the driveway, then she moved swiftly to your side where she pulled you out and directly into her strong arms and kissed your temple., "Not a damn thing is wrong with you my love, the world isn't fair, and no matter how evolved we become misogyny will almost alway win out."

"I can't afford to be unemployed Scarlett, I have to go back and somehow fix this mess."

"No, that's out of the question Y/N, there's no way I'll let them have access to you ever again," her hands delicately brushed the hair from your face as she peered into your eyes with love and worry., "What kind of bills do you have that are making you this stressed baby?"

"I have student loans, a hefty car note, credit card debts and rent.," her eyebrows furrowed., "I just renewed and couldn't buy out my lease."

"Well, consider it all handled my love.," you shook your head and she gently stopped you with her hands on your cheeks., "This isn't healthy, you're running yourself ragged, and I will not have you working with filth anymore."

"But—."

"Listen to mommy now, and let me fix this.," her response was clipped, but with an air of tenderness you desperately swooned into.

In an instant your body gave into her pleas, it was honestly such an easy thing to do after you'd been teetering on the edge of giving in for so long now., "Okay mommy.," she grinned as she leaned in to kiss you languidly., "There we go baby, just let mommy take care of you."

Scarlett quickly guided you to the bedroom where she shed you both of your clothes., "Let's get you cleaned up baby.," she pressed her lips to your shoulder before she lightly began to sway your bodies as the water warmed up, and for the first time in forever you felt at ease.

The warm water streamed down your bodies as she tenderly washed away the remnants of your unfinished shift, and as she ran the loofah over your exposed skin she couldn't stop marveling at the sight of you., "You look so beautiful."

Scarlett's lips upturned as she watched your eyes growing murky, "My pretty little dove," you whimpered as her words spurred your mindlessness on further, her teeth then grazed over your pulse point, causing you to shiver and moan as she bit into the delicate skin.

"Tell mommy what you need.," she husked, and smirked against you when she felt your nails digging into the skin of her shoulders as your hips canted forward of their own accord, "I want all of you mommy: mouth, fingers, cock."

"Such a greedy little thing.," she teased while carefully lowering herself onto her knees., "Taking what she deserves, I love to see it."

Scarlett slightly readjusted your bodies just out of reach of the streaming water as she lined her face up with your glistening cunt to avoid being water boarded as she eagerly ate you out.

Then being the tease she is she lightly kissed your clit, chuckling teasingly as you chased her lips for relief, but alas they were slightly out of reach. Her plump lips had moved down to mark up your lush thighs like she never failed to do. There was a bit more precision in the way she nipped and sucked at the skin today, and deep down in your fuzzy mind you knew she was overcompensating for Trent's words.

No one else would ever have you again, you were hers, and he was a dead man walking.

"Mommy, please.," she smirked as you begged, her tongue slow as it ran over the new mark at the top of your thigh, residing just by where you needed her., "Beg for it baby.," she purred, and continued to place love bites on your lower stomach where a pressure was steadily rising.

"Please, mommy, I need you so bad, it hurts."

"Oh no.," she pouted, looking up at your face through hooded eyes., "I'll fix it my little dove."

Scarlett was growing impatient herself really, the light floral scent of your body wash had been slowly being drowned out by the overpowering scent of your arousal. Without another moment wasted she dipped her head down and ran her tongue over your slit with an accompanying deep moan., "Mmm, so good..."

With your safety in mind she threw one of your legs over her shoulder as an anchor, she placed her hand on your opposite hip, and then dove right on in, using only her tongue, masterfully so, to bring you over the edge in no time at all.

She tenderly lapped up your ever flowing juices while she waited for your body to calm again, once your thigh muscles relaxed she brought two fingers to your pulsing entrance, and as she sucked your sensitive clit between her lips they entered you with anticipated ease.

"Taking my fingers so well little dove.," you clenched hard as she mumbled into you, and the blonde curled her fingers within you as she was met with this new wave of resistance that only really served as a challenge to her to get you to your peak again., "So good for me."

Her pace picked up as you began to move down against her thrusts., "Mommy please, I—.," and with an experimental nip to your clit she had you scratchily screaming her name as immense pleasure coursed throughout you, your upper body was now convulsing as your fluttering walls attempted to hold her fingers captive.

Whimpers left you as she removed her fingers, and even more flew from your lips as she was not stopping her tongues flicking until your entire orgasm was coating her lips and throat. Never one to waste was what she always said when you'd weakly protest, and she stood true in her words as she cleaned you up right now.

Scarlett left her hand on your hip to keep you steady, and with skill she rose up, maneuvering your leg so it was hooked around her hip now. Gentle kisses were littered across your skin as she rose, and as soon as she could kiss you she did. It was heady, and all consuming as your mind focused on the sliding of her tongue over yours, and the way your very essence lingered.

It was only when she felt your warmth smear across her abdomen as your hips reflexively humped against her that she pulled back., "Fuck, mommy loves it when you're desperate like this for her baby, such a beautiful sight."

It wasn't long before your body was colliding with the mattress as Scarlett laid you down. Quick as can be she slipped her end of the strap into her with a husky groan that left you aching for more, walls pulsing around nothing as you waited for her to fill you up like only she could.

A gasp tumbled from her lips as she finally had a chance to take your appearance in, and she was near to her own release as she caught the light reflecting off the metal in your nipples. For the last year she'd subtly hinted at her interest in such a cosmetic change, and in your eagerness to please she was blessed. She knew you had gotten them pierced, she remembers the excited phone call from a few months back, and the corresponding photos that kept her going while she was away from you, but this is her first time actually seeing them in person.

Because contrary to asshats earlier belief, this is the first time since Scarlett's been home that you'd both engaged in such sinful activities.

The urge to fuck you into the mattress had only increased as she took not only the new jewelry in, but all the marks she'd already left on you. You looked positively pretty enough to ruin, still, she held off for the sake of indulging her need to give her attention to your awaiting breasts., "Close your eyes little dove, and no peeking—mommy has a surprise for you."

Scarlett quietly pulled an ice cube from the mini fridge in the bedroom, then she hovered over your body, the heavy red strap settling atop of your slit spurring on a groan from you, spreading your wetness all over her length as she gave a teasing thrust of her hips.

"Shh, let mommy have fun first.," she shushed you, then before you could even think to beg for more she was swirling the ice cube around your nipple., "Oh my god, holy fucking shit.," you had no time to even process the newfound sensation as she was throwing you into the depths of your dizzying arousal as she followed the numbing up with the warmth of her mouth.

Humming in contentment around your nipple only made you cry out for more, so her tongue swirled inquisitively around the metal, and in turn your body was squirming beneath hers., "Mommy loves her present.," she purrs, and begins to kiss across your chest en route to your other breast., "Thank you little dove."

While repeating the process on your other breast her hips began to grind down in search of her own relief, the noises you were making as she stimulated your breasts had her feeling a desperation she needed to quell, and with her strap buried between your thighs was the way.

In an effortless move she lined herself up with your gaping hole, and while biting into the flesh around your nipple she slid into you, she was rewarded with a choked moan, and more of your breast as your back arched off the bed.

Angry red lines now marked the once clear skin of Scarlett's back as you held onto her for dear life, because with every thrust her erect nipples would skim over your overstimulated set, and it was bordering painful, which shockingly only seemed to be turning you on even more. That much was clear to you as you felt your arousal dripping down your ass and onto the sheets.

The pace she set was unrelentingly brutal, the both of you were reduced to panting messes in a short span of time. Her end of the strap was smooth, but yours had ridges to symbolize veins, and with each thrust you could feel them scrape against your innermost sensitive spot., "Feels so good mommy.," you moaned breathily before whining., "Please go harder..."

She buried her face into the crook of your neck, and managed to rut her hips even faster., "Fuck, mommy's so close baby.," her hand slid between your bodies, tweaking and pinching your overtly sensitive nipples, and you shrieked in pleasure., "Cum with me little dove.," she husked while slipping her hand even further to deliver one harsh swipe against your clit that sent your body writhing, and that sight alone caused Scarlett's walls to clench around her end, and with a few fast paced circles to her own bundle she was collapsing as they pulsed.

Soft kisses were left against your neck as the both of you came down from your highs, you were far more gone though so Scarlett got to watch you in awe as hers had faded far faster. Your chest was heaving incredibly fast, and your eyes were hazy, but with the soft caresses from your lover they started to calm and clear.

"Are you okay my love?" you nodded with a dopey smile, then sighed as her lips were pressed to yours in a precious, soft manner.

"I'm going to clean you up baby, then we'll get ready for a night of movies and cuddles, yeah?"

Scarlett's brows furrowed when you frowned and shook your head., "Wanna make you feel good too mommy, wanna taste you, please?"

It warmed her heart to see you so concerned with her pleasure, but truth be told all she wanted in this moment was to hold you close. However, she didn't want to deny you, so she did the next best thing, and pulled out of you. Then she pulled the strap from herself, and tapped your lips with the end that had been inside of her when she came moments prior.

"Go on baby, clean up the mess you made.," you happily obliged, running your tongue over it then moaning as Scarlett's essence coated your tastebuds., "I missed you so much.," you whimpered pitifully, then without a moment's hesitation you took more of the strap into your mouth, sucking the slick silicone with vigor.

Scarlett severely underestimated how arousing watching you clean her slick off of the strap would be, so when a renewed need for relief hit she straddled your thigh, and began to move her cunt against you, spreading her wetness all over your skin while deviously pushing more of the strap down your unsuspecting throat., "Such pretty noises baby, god you're so hot, I just can't get enough of you; you're all mine."

Scarlett saw the tears streaming down your face and it was such a glorious sight, pairing with the sounds of your gagging and she was a goner, her face now thrown into your shoulder as that delightfully familiar coil was tightening.

Scarlett moaned wantonly when your thigh suddenly tensed., "That's a good fucking girl.," she groaned, then she was harshly biting into your shoulder as waves of white hot pleasure coursed throughout her body in droves, you whimpered as the pain of her teeth sinking in enough to draw blood overrode the pleasure of having your throat fucked as she used you.

A satisfied smirk against your skin replaced her teeth, spurring a weak sigh of relief from you, and for her to pull back to see the deep mark., "Mommy's sorry baby.," she gently kissed the angry skin, then her tongue swirled over it to soothe it as best she could for now., "It's okay."

Her soft reassurances were followed by her lips on yours as she haphazardly tossed the strap across the room., "Mommy's got you now."

Her words double meaning weren't lost on you.

The blonde was absolutely spent, but if there was one thing she loved more than railing you senseless it was doting over you right after. After taking a much need breather, with her head resting over your heart so she could hear the exact moment you'd mellowed, she hopped out of bed, and pulled you up to escort you back to the restroom where she left you resting on the toilet with her skincare lines clay mask

While she let the mask set she hurried about the room, discarding the dirtied bedding, and pulling the other set out of the closet to throw into the dryer to ensure maximum comfort. Then she placed an order for Chinese food on her phone, and collected some comfy pajamas.

When she entered the bathroom she found you pouting as best you could with the tightening mask on your face., "Why so glum my love?"

"You were gone too long Scar, I missed you.," you sniffled for emphasis, and she smiled so tenderly you could feel your insecurities melt, and your heart finally settled. This is where you belonged, and you were done fighting that fact.

The blonde straddled your lap as you sat on the toilet so she could properly pamper you, using a damp rag she removed the mask, then she used The Outset's cleanser before finishing your face off with the night and eye creams, and a firm kiss full of all her love to your lips.

She lent you against the doorway as she made quick work of the bed, and as soon as she was done you flopped onto the warm bed with a content expression on your face., "Comfy?"

She giggled when you spread out like a starfish in response, a heavy sigh followed from your lips to emphasize your happiness and she pecked your cheek just as her phone dinged., "Make room for me love, I'll be right back."

"Scarlett, I said I'd bring home the takeout.," you whined pitifully as she reentered the room and she chuckled while settling the bags down on the folding TV trays., "Yeah, and you did.," she winked cheekily, then to prove her point she sloppily kissed your lips, and lo and behold your essence was still present on her plump lips., "This is our dinner my love."

"How much?," she rolled her eyes while facing away from you., "Well, I thought we'd split it, but if you worked up more of an appetite of course you can have an extra portion."

"Scarlett...," she hushed you with a soft glare., "None of that, there'll be no more splitting of costs, if Trent said one thing of substance in his miserable life it was that you deserve to be treated like a queen.," her heart melted as you smiled bashfully., "My queen," she reaffirmed with a possessive grip on your hip and chin, guiding your lips to her to kiss you once more.

"I love you Scarlett.," you nuzzled into her side, and her arm gently draped over your shoulder., "I love you too baby, now open.," you giggled as she raised a spoon full of rice to your lips, and your eyes focused in on the movie she chose.

It wasn't long before the blonde felt your body slumping further into her, so she discarded the containers, turned off the TV, then brushed your teeth in bed since your eyes were droopy. Then with an exaggerated sigh she settled in behind you with her arm wrapped tightly over your midriff as she placed a few feather light kisses to the exposed skin of your neck.

"Sweet dreams my love.," you murmured a soft goodnight in response, and succumbed to the exhaustion., "There'll only be good things to come for you now, my beautiful little dove."

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