#wrestling smut prompts

[84reedsy]

Okay but picture Scott, Roddy or whoever you think fits this best saying this to you " You know i love you right? Good, because im about to fuck you like i don't"

Yeah...I went with Scott...

Scott Hall was in one of those moods. One that told Michele to steer clear of him until he cooled down.  He would never hurt her,  but to avoid a fight or making things worse,  she kept herself busy in the bedroom, folding clothes,  organizing the bathroom and finally settling on reading a book she'd been putting off for way too long. 

A heated call with his ex, a contentious conversation with his boss, and her credit card statement arriving in the mail - all three within the matter of an hour understandably set him off. Making herself scarce was the best move. 

She could hear him stomping around,  mumbling to himself as he moved through the house as if his little tantrum would solve his problems. She smiled behind the pages as she turned them.  Scott could be such a hot head,  but he always more than made up for any cold shoulder. 

She felt bad that part of it was her doing,  but if he'd just let her get the mail, he'd have never even seen the bill. The dark stare over the top of the creased paper directed at her as she'd walked in his office made her shiver even now as she thought back to it. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” He had dangled the paper in front of him.  She'd fidgeted, knowing she'd broken her promises to watch her spending. 

“I was gonna…”she lied through her teeth.  Scott only huffed an annoyed sigh out of his nose as he stood,  nearly slapping the paper on his desk. 

“Just my fucking lucky day isn't it….” He'd growled, walking away to blow off steam. 

She could hear him now in his gym, weights being racked, music playing loudly,  and even his strained grunts echoed through the halls as he tried to burn off his frustrations. He hadn't even bothered to come to the room to change into workout clothes.  He had to have been pretty upset to work out in jeans. 

Michele tried to think of ways to make it up to him - she could get a job to work while he was gone to help pay it back. She wrinkled her nose,  rereading the same page a second time due to her own distraction. She would apologize and mean it of course…but that probably wouldn't be enough. 

“He likes a good steak…” she mused aloud, wondering if a nice dinner reservation might help.  But her trying to throw money at a problem seemed to be part of the issue,  so she scratched that idea, “Maybe a little excursion to The Landing Strip…” Scott still enjoyed a visit to a strip club or two. Michele had to admit she didn't mind him going and she loved going with him even more. 

Of course being around that many naked women turned him on. She did not feel jealously when he'd slip a few dollars in a g-string or ample cleavage, because only she was what his hands touched. They'd barely make it to the car before he was inside of her in some way. 

Michele grinned thinking about the time they only made it to the car…but not in it.  It was a miracle they weren't arrested. Perhaps there might be a private room available for her to reserve. 

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Scotts muscles bulged under the heavy weights. He pushed himself past his limits. His negative energy was coursing through him. He pressed the heavy bar upwards a few more times before racking it safely above him.  His chest was taut and sweaty,  rising and falling quickly with each labored breath. He sat up,  raking his hand through his damp hair. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he dried the sweat from his face. 

Adrenaline and testosterone were fueling him now,  the irritation he felt dictating both. He had a lot more things he'd thought of to say to his ex.  He had a few choice words for his boss that he honestly hoped the tiny man would choke on. 

And as for Michele, while she didn't purposefully push his last button - she'd sent him over the edge today. Whether or not she had so on purpose, she was here and she'd have to deal with what he wanted. 

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Michele hung up the phone,  knowing the room she'd reserved might have been a risk with the deposit she'd put down. But she seem his cares all melt away before with a good lap dance.

She was feeling proud of herself, smug as she tried to find where she left off in her book. She jumped though when the door to their room flew open and Scott stalked in, slamming it behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide-eyed and holding her breath a little. 

There was a hungry look in his eyes and it was anything but gentle. 

“Scott, I-” she started with an almost meek voice,  but he cut her off abruptly.

“I don't want to hear it,” he said bluntly. She felt her mouth grow dry as her book fell to her lap slowly. 

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer as she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes from his. Her heart hammered heavily against her chest,  knowing what he wanted and what he would do to get it. 

“Good,” he undid his belt roughly, slipping it out of the belt loops in an aggressive, swift move,  “because I'm about to fuck you like I don't,”

[wwenhlimagines]

Hi can I have prompt

(6):They say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?

For wardlow when you've got time please?

Thank you 😊

Giving Lip - Wardlow

Sorry it took me so long, but I hope you enjoy it!

Prompt list

Warning: sexual tension?

Smut in part 2 if requested.

Sitting in catering, you hear MJF yelling about Wardlow and you roll your eyes. It seems like Max is never going to let Wardlow have a peaceful day at work no matter how hard he tries to avoid him. You don't care much for either of them, but even you can't deny that Wardlow is drop dead gorgeous. You have only had a couple conversations with him, but you have never really gotten to know him.

Max walks into catering and takes a seat at the table next to you demanding Shawn bring him an apple. "I swear that pig better be extremely grateful that I even brought him into this company. He could have been a bum on the streets by now if I hadn't taken him in like the sad little stray dog he is." You try to hold in your giggle, but Max hears the slight sound and turns around to look at you.

"Why are you laughing sweetheart? You haven't even been on TV yet." I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat "You are so obsessed with Wardlow that it's comical Max. It's almost like you have posters of him in your bedroom like a teenage girl." You hear a muffled laugh behind you and turn around to see Wardlow watching the interaction. Max scurries away and you motion for Wardlow to sit down.

"I don't think I've ever seen a woman make him almost cry until now." You smiled "Well he's acting like a child, so that's his own issue. Anyway, how are you Wardlow?" He smirks and leans back in his seat "Pretty good knowing I now have a beautiful woman standing up for me." You raise your eyebrow at him "I'm not sure that's what I would call that but I'll take the compliment. I really just wanted to shut him up but you can interpret it however you'd like." Wardlow winks at you "Oh of course princess. What are you doing tonight?" You side eye him and think before responding "I'm just here for photo shoots and the food." He smiles and nods "Okay I see, you're going to make me work for it. Well, I'll see you around Y/N." You wave as he walks away and then put your chin in your hand thinking about what he meant by that.

A week later

You are backstage warming up for your match against Julia Hart when you hear a low whistle. You see Wardlow coming your way and try to hide the blush on your cheeks. He has been posting some steamy pictures this week on instagram and you don't want him to know how you felt about them. "That new ring gear looks great on you Y/N." You playfully roll your eyes and fake smile "Thanks Wardog. Since you are here, can you help me stretch my hammies?"

He raises his eyebrows at you about to say something when you lay down on your back and put your right leg up in the air. He walks over and gently pushes your foot towards your face not expecting it to go that far. You smirk "More I can't even feel it." He straddles your left leg before putting your leg on his shoulder and leaning forward. His face gets close enough to yours for his hips to push against yours.

You tap his shoulder to tell him to switch sides and it's like he forgot he was stretching you. He just blinked at you in a daze until you waved your hand in front of his face. "Wardy. I need you to switch legs now." He shook his head and leaned back helping you switch legs before doing the same to your left leg. This time he had a smirk on his face as he leaned forward. "Why are you smirking?" He chuckled "If I didn't know any better, I would think you just wanted to feel my body on top of yours." You lightly shoved him back and sat up as he smiled seeing you blush underneath him.

"That is not true, if MJF was walking by I would have asked the same thing." Wardlow's nostrils flared at Max's name coming out of your mouth in that context. "Don't you dare ever ask him for favors. You don't want him to control you like he did me." You smile and place your hands on his chest saying "Trust me, I'm always in control." You wink and walk away for your match is next leaving Wardlow stunned.

After the match

You walk backstage with a smile on your face after making Julia tap out. In the locker room, you shower and get dressed before looking at your phone seeing Wardlow had texted you. "Glad my stretching helped you win babygirl. Come to catering when you get a chance?" You blush ignoring the girls around you asking questions like "Why are you smiling like that?" "Who's making Y/N blush?" "Omg Y/N's got a man." You stand up and walk out of the room turning around for a second to tell Anna Jay "I'm gonna go get THE man." Anna giggles as you walk away knowing you had told her about the interaction last week.

You arrive in catering and grab a water and a snack before seeing Wardlow waving you over. You smirk and walk to the table and sit down. "Hey Wardog! What's up?" He smiles "I see you got my text. Glad you could spare me a couple minutes." You nod lightly and shrug your shoulders "I was hungry anyway, so I figured why not." He shakes his head "How long are you going to keep the act up?" You tilt your head to the side "What act?" He sits back in his chair "Acting like there isn't something between us. I make it pretty obvious that I'm interested, but you keep backing away. Why?"

You take a drink of your water and look down at the table "Maybe I'm just flirty and you are misreading things." He rolled his eyes "Goddamn it Y/N. I just want to have an adult conversation about this, but you have to keep trying to change the subject." You finish your snack and take another drink "How about we talk somewhere that our coworkers can't hear every word we say?" He nods and stands up following you out of catering and down a dark hall.

You turn around and grab his shirt before pulling him into you as you lean back into the wall. "You want to talk?" He nods as he places his hands on your hips. "They say that kissing is a language of love. Would you mind starting a conversation with me?" He quickly ducks his head down and connects his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Your hands grab his face and he pushes his body into yours and pins you against the wall. His soft full lips caress yours and his tongue peeks out to test the waters. You let your tongue play with his briefly before pulling away.

It was such a treat seeing his facial expression so needy and desparate. "Want to head back to my hotel room babygirl?" You bite your lip and run your hands down his neck to chest pecs before sighing. "I think you should at least take me out a date first before trying to get me in your bed Mr. Mayhem." He runs his tongue along his bottom teeth and huffy lightly. "How about I pick you up at 10am tomorrow? We can go sight seeing and grab lunch before spending the rest of the day wherever you want to be." You smirk and boop his nose before walking away saying "It's a date." You hear him whisper to himself "She's going to be the death of me..." which causes you to giggle and sway your hips more as you knew he was watching your ass as you walked back to the locker room.

Please let me know if you want a smutty part 2! 😘

Tags: @cuzimacomedian @eddie-kingstons-wifey @plentyoffandoms @moxleyunstable @wardlow @louisianalady @damnnhausen @daddyhausen @heavymetalgirl420 @thesupreme316

[midwestmade29]

Valentine's Day Request❤️‍🔥

⟡To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! I thoroughly enjoyed writing it 😏🔥 ⟡Valentine's writing prompt: #13 (You’re secretly wearing new Valentines themed lingerie under your clothes all day and can’t wait for your love to discover it) ⟡You can find @madhatterbri's full list of prompts here 🙂 ⟡Word count: 1,347 ⟡Divider by: @saradika-graphics ⟡GIF credit: @cowboyshit ⟡Original Anonymous Request: can you please do an story with Christian Cage X Fem Reader, (huge age gap reader is in her mid/end 20s).. Reader bought some new lingerie for their first VDay and tries some of the spicy pieces on in their shared appartement while she not recognizes that Christian is checking her out from the back and one comes to another they start to make out and having some amazing sex way before VDay.

If you’re not 18+ years or older, please keep scrolling. Minors do not interact!

Disclaimers: Oral sex, cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

This was the first Valentine’s Day that you were spending with a man and not a boy. Being in your twenties you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends, but none like Christian. Something about him boosted your confidence and made you always feel desired. The holiday was right around the corner, and you had already begun your preparations for it! You managed to keep the new lingerie you purchased as a surprise for Christian a secret, hiding the receipt and the different pieces in a safe place away from his eyes. There were 2 different lingerie sets you had your heart set on when you were at the boutique! A red lace bra and panty set complete with a garter belt and black stockings and a pink strappy teddy adorned with lace and heart shaped cut outs. You ended up purchasing both sets and figured you could return whatever one you choose not to wear. Your original plan was to wear the lingerie under your clothes on Valentine’s Day and surprise Christian with it as you undressed for him later in the evening. That plan got squashed when he caught you trying everything on at home.

Christian wasn’t due back home for another couple hours, so to help pass the time you decided to shower and try on your new pieces of lingerie. Once your hair was dry and styled the way you liked, you took the pink teddy out of the bag and stepped into it. You fastened the clasp in the back and adjusted your chest in the cups. The lace was soft and the prettiest shade of pink, the corset like middle with the heart shaped cut outs hugged and accentuated your curves in the sexiest of ways. You turned to the side to get a glimpse at your backside and blushed as you pictured Christian grabbing a handful and squeezing. You thought you heard a noise in the other room, but directed your attention back to the mirror when you figured it was just your imagination. You pulled out your phone and took a couple of selfies in the pretty pink number so you could send them to Christian another time. The red lacy set was laid out on the bed just waiting for you to try on next. You unhooked the clasp on the teddy and shimmied out of it and grabbed the red lace bra off the bed. The way the bra was cut made your breasts practically spill out of it! The cheeky little panties rested on your hips and the garter belt sat right above them. The stockings were silky on your legs as you slid them up and attached them to the straps. Seeing yourself in red ignited something in you. You felt incredibly sexy as you ran your fingers over the lace, images of Christian doing the same made the heat in between your legs grow. “The red one is my favorite,” a familiar voice said. You jumped when you saw Christian’s reflection in the mirror! He was leaning against the doorway to your bedroom with his arms crossed. “Christian!” you called out. “I didn’t think you were going to be home yet! How long have you been standing there?” He sauntered over to you with a sexy grin on his face as he looked you over from head to toe. “Long enough to get hard seeing you in that pink number and now this one. Look at my little minx! You’re so fucking sexy baby girl,” Christian purred. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand so he could spin you around to get a better glimpse of you. The two of you stood in front of the mirror, your back now pressed up against his chest and his arousal pressing into you. Christian’s hands were roaming freely along your curves causing goosebumps to spread like wildfire all over your body. He nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you that he had been missing since he left a few days prior. When he noticed the slight frown on your face, he asked what was wrong, “Something wrong, baby girl? Not happy to see me?” “Of course, I’m happy to see you! I missed you so much. It’s just, you weren’t supposed to see the lingerie yet. I bought it for Valentine’s Day and now it’s not a surprise anymore,” you explained. Christian offered you a sympathetic smile as he cupped your cheek in his hand when you turned to face him. “I see. Well, I know it’s not the actual holiday today, but I’m still surprised! I appreciate your thoughtfulness baby. Let me make it up to you,” he spoke in a sensual tone. In an instant, Christian picked you up and carried you over to the bed. Your lips were locked together the entire time, never breaking apart even as he lowered you down onto the mattress. He separated your legs with his knee before making his way in between them. His hard length pressed up against your panties as you wrapped your legs around his waist forcing Christian to groan into your kiss. He tugged on the straps of your garter belt releasing your stockings from their hold before removing your panties. He took notice of how wet you were already as he slid them down your legs, “Mmm, look how much your tight little cunt wants my cock! Such a pretty little mess already. Just wait until I’m done with you!”

 You laid on the bed a panting and needy mess as you watched Christian remove his clothes. You licked your lips when you saw the precum glistening on his cock once it sprang free from his underwear. “This is all for you baby girl,” he growled when he caught you staring. Christian kissed his way up your leg, stopping once he reached your inner thigh. You gasped at the sensation you felt as he bit and sucked the skin there! You could already see the mark forming, but you fucking loved it. The pleasure that shot through you when Christian’s skilled tongue made contact with your clit caused your entire body to come alive! Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he worked his magic, your back arching off the bed the closer he brought you to your orgasm. “F-fuck Christian! That feels s-so good!” you praised. He didn’t give you any time to savor your orgasm that his tongue provided you before he aligned his cock with your entrance. Christian thrusted himself inside of you and hissed through his teeth as your cunt gripped him. He was sliding in and out with ease from your juices and the sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. “Such a good girl, taking me so well! Fuck baby, you feel incredible,” he said as he picked up his pace. Your body was sent into overdrive with each deep thrust, Christian working you as he brought you closer and closer to your 2nd orgasm. A few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest and they nearly evaporated from the heat of your body. “Come on my sexy girl and come for me!” he commanded. Every muscle in your body tensed and the pressure in your lower belly was begging to be released! Within seconds you came, your juices making a mess of Christian and the sheets under you. “God, yes! C-Christian!” you cried out as he continued to thrust while your body quaked around him. You felt Christian’s cock twitch against your walls as he filled you with everything he had. There was no hiding your smile as you watched his features be completely overtaken with ecstasy. When he finally steadied his breathing, Christian left you speechless when he kissed your chest and hinted at wanting a round 2, “So what’s your plan for the pink lingerie? I hope you’re not going to return it. I’m thinking you should go and put it on and let me make a mess out of that one too…”

[anonair]

Update!

Well, I know many people were expecting me to be gone forever. I do not have the best track record, but this time I promise it was genuinely out of my control!

I have been locked out of my account since JUNE!

I just was able to recover my email and password today and I am sooo happy! I stopped writing when I was originally locked out, and after a month, I lost hope. However, I gave it one last shot today and it worked. So, here I am. I will be posting on Wattpad still, but honestly, I might start posting here again because this is where my main following is.

Thank you to everyone still reading even though I've been MIA!

[faggotmox]

11. biting, Danny garcia and anyone

@loose-cannon-wrestler

kink prompts || @loose-cannon-wrestler

we're doing Daniel/Bryan (hehe what a ship name) in retaliation for Daniel biting wheeler in the ring during the pure championship rating: mature notes: that mark Daniel left on Wheeler was fucking ridicules. warnings: biting, marking kink, a little uh dubious but consent is eventually given lol, revenge sex (but no sex?), possessive behavior, humiliation kink (it's Danny so)

11. BITING

Daniel can't shake the feeling that he's being...stalked. Not followed. Followed sounded too innocent for the shivers going up and down Daniel's back as he walked through the dark parking lot of the hotel. Maybe it was Wheeler coming to tell him off for interrupting the press conference. No matter, Daniel shrugged his shoulders and walked straight ahead. Just get to the hotel.

The doors wooshed open but the feeling didn't shake as he went inside. The elevator seemed to take forever. While Daniel waited the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was a sound at the end of the hallway but when Daniel looked up the door outside was slowly closing and the stairwell door stood propped open. The elevator ding definitely didn't startle Daniel.

Once on his floor Daniel started walking a little quicker. Luckily his room wasn't too far from the elevator. The key card refused to beep the first time, but the second time he tried it flashed green. Daniel sighed in relief.

"What's your hurry, Daniel?"

The voice made said man jump and whirl around on his heels to face Bryan Danielson's smug face half in shadow from the nondescript baseball cap he wore. Daniel almost swung. He should have swung.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man!" Daniel shouted. That seemed to be the wrong thing to do.

Bryan pressed a hand over Daniel's mouth and grabbed his other hand on the door to lead them inside. The shock of the moment wore off and Daniel shoved Bryan away. They were already inside his room with the door closed but at least Daniel shoved him away.

"Calm down, man. No wonder you lost if you're so high strung." Bryan teased, stepping forward to crowd the slightly taller man.

"What the fuck're you doin', man? Get out of my room." Daniel went to shove again but Bryan caught his hands with ease. "The hell, Bryan?"

"You marked Wheeler tonight." Bryan met Daniel's eyes. "Hard to miss that you're acting out when you're that obvious."

"Shut up. I'm not 'acting out'." Daniel's face started to turn red. "I'll beat you, and Yuta. Fuck you."

"Sure are a mouthy thing, Daniel." Bryan pushed until Daniel's hands were pressed against the wall. Palms flat.

"If you want my attention, Daniel, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to go marking what's mine." Bryan winked at the look of disbelief on Daniel's face. "Think I wouldn't notice?"

"I--" Daniel glared and huffed. "So, why're you here? So what if I marked up your little toy."

"Don't." Bryan shook his head a little and Daniel stopped speaking. "You don't have much to say about Wheeler after he beat you tonight with such ease."

"You're a dick." Daniel pushed against the hands. "Man, just do whatever you're gonna do to me so I can get on with my damn night."

"I just thought I'd stop by," Bryan pushed his knee between Daniels' thighs causing the younger man to squirm. "And give you a matching mark. Since you're obviously feeling felt out, Daniel."

"Bryan--" Daniel blinked hard a few times, trying to surface from that...that. Whatever Bryan said.

"I don't have to though." Bryan kept eye contact as he reached up with one hand to brush his thumb over Daniel's cheek. "I only give marks to people who want them." A beat. "You want it though, right, Daniel?"

Daniel dug his teeth into his bottom lip. He couldn't look away from Bryan even if he wanted to. It was hard to breathe under such an intense gaze. Briefly Daniel wondered how Wheeler handled having that look leveled at him all the time. It made Daniels skin crawl, his sides squirm, and every bone in his body aches.

"Y-Yeah." Daniel tried to firm his voice up, tried to act tough and tilt his head to the side. Inviting Bryan to bite him.

Instead of teeth Daniel felt Bryan's hand on his jaw. There was a moment where Daniel didn't know what was going to happen then Bryan gently pushed his head to the other side, choosing the side Daniel didn't present. There still weren't teeth. Bryan's soft lips mapped Daniel's neck out. The hand stayed on Daniel's jaw, Bryan's knee stayed between his thighs, and Daniel realized his hands weren't being held down anymore. For a second he hesitated before reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of Bryan's perfect white t-shirt.

"Hold on tight, Danny." Bryan kissed behind his ear before traveling further down and biting near where Daniel had bit Wheeler.

The pressure of Bryan's teeth made Daniel squirm. He was biting a lot harder than Daniel expected. It felt good. Daniel couldn't help the pathetic moan that tumbled out of his lips as Bryan started to suck on the sore flesh. The hand on Daniel's jaw tightened and Bryan bit down again, just slightly off center from the original spot. Danie's eyes slammed closed and he threw his head back more, another moan was ripped from his lips as Bryan continued to bite the bite over and over. The mark was going to be way worse than what Wheeler got from him.

Once Bryan was satisfied with his work he went back to gently kissing the flesh he had worked his mark into. Daniel felt his chest flutter and tighten. Hips were slowly rolling against Bryan's knee. God damn it, Daniel thought as he realized he was hard as fuck.

"There you go, puppy." Bryan pulled back. Completely back. The knee between Daniel's legs was gone and he whimpered. The hands holding him up leaving almost had him sliding down the wall to the floor. "Wonder how you're going to explain that to your friends."

"Not like--" Daniel glared. "Not like you wrote your name on me, man."

"I could." Bryan winked as he walked towards the doors.

"That's fuckin' it?" Daniel pushed off the wall.

"Yeah. That's fucking it." Bryan stepped through the door. "See you in the ring, Danny."

[cassidystarks]

Dialogue Prompts

prompts include smut, angst, fluff,

rules:

up to 3 prompts per request

tell me what you want, specifically, so i can give you exactly what you want

let me know if there is anything you don't want such as bdsm, or anything else

tell me what reader type you want, male, female, non-binary, etc.

prompts:

"ill take care of you."

"you don't wanna get caught do you?"

"you're not stupid, just mildly unintelligent"

"you feel so good"

"it this okay?"

"how rough do you want it?"

"are you wearing my shirt?"

"watch your mouth"

"be good for me, yeah?"

"looks like we'll be trapped for a while"

"why would you do that?"

"me? jealous? yes."

"the things you do to me"

"you don't wanna know the things i think of you"

"don't you ever do that again"

"i won this for you"

"he won't touch you again, i promise"

"why are you being so mean?"

"i don't hate you"

"touch them again and I'll kill you"

"don't you ever bring them into this"

"how long have you been standing there?"

"did you hear all of that?"

"ooo somebody is in love"

"you touch my man one more time and I'll beat the shit out of you"

"i love your smile"

"someone's blushing"

"can i hold your hand?"

"would you kill me if i were to kiss you right now on live tv?"

"i need you"

"do you want hot cocoa?"

"please don't cry"

"I'm not a monster"

"it's okay"

"my mother loves you"

"I'm cold" "do you wanna cuddle?"

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean it"

"its 3 am we aren't getting ice cream"

"i said i wouldn't fall in love with them"

"you were made for me"

"you look so good"

"i'd rather have you for dessert"

"let everyone know who you belong to"

"you like that?"

"what would you do if i touched you there?"

"beg me to fuck you"

"you look so pretty, like super pretty"

"do you want snacks?"

"i love every part of you"

"here, take my hand"

"i got you, it's okay"

"never say that about yourself"

"its okay to be scared"

"you love him, with no intention on ever telling him?" "exactly."

"tell me whats wrong"

[mystic-story-lover]

Oh. This would be a great threesome

Maybe I'll write this one day soon🤭

[leclerc-hs]

can't get you outta my head - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader (friends to lovers!) summary: in which you and charles are in the same friend group and find solace in one another OR you and charles fuck and can’t forget about it warnings: smut under the cut! oral (f-receiving!), outdoor sex, p in v, angst, pining, badly translated french (pls correct me), NOT PROOFREAD word count: 5.4k! (lengthy) author’s note: IN HONOR OF HITTING 1,600 FOLLOWERS I AM POSTING THIS TODAY!!!! double-postings today!!! i wrote this SOOO fast so sorry if there’s any mistakes. loved writing it tho and i know i was going to make it more enemies originally but making him softer and cutesy just felt right for now. i can always do another one if you guys want!! just let me know what you think! love hearing from you guys!!! xoxo

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BENEATH THE BRILLIANT canopy of the sun’s golden embrace, you recline comfortably upon the plush cushions of the lounge chairs, creating a sanctuary of comfort amidst the vast expanse of sand. Around you, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures unfold: vibrant beach towels strewn around carelessly, the glistening ocean stretching endlessly before you, and the verdant palm trees swaying in rhythmic cadence against the bright blue sky.

The sound of the ocean’s embrace upon the sandy shoreline murmurs in the background, a subtle undercurrent beneath the symphony of voices of your friends that fills the air. Your gaze drifts towards a cluster of your friends cavorting in the embrace of the water. Their figures, silhouetted against the shimmering expanse of the ocean, exude a carefree vitality. Like playful spirits unleashed, they tumble and wrestle amidst the crash of the waves, their laughter echoing.

You smile softly listening to a few of the girl’s banter over last night’s drunken escapades, flipping a page of the cheap magazine you purchased earlier.

“Joris a pratiquement mange de la merde hier soir.” Joris practically ate shit last night. Your best friend, also Joris’s girlfriend, to the left of you says in between laughter, as you all careen over with a laugh. 

“Au moins, il va bien.” At least he’s fine. You say with a soft smile, turning another page of your magazine. “Can we talk about Antoine shooting a firecracker out of his ass?” The words spark an immediate eruption of laughter, tears threaten to fall from your eyes from the sheer hilarity of the memory.

“Qu’est-ce qui est si drôle?” What’s so funny?

You turn your head and find yourself locking eyes with a pair of captivating green. In that moment, your heart skips a small beat, and a soft smile graces your lips as you gaze warmly at him. “Making fun of Joris and Antoine, bien sûr.” Of course.

A smile plays at the corner of his pink lips, and you can’t help but envy their perfect hue. You can’t help but notice the subtle dimples that grace Charles’ cheeks as he smiles. Did he always have those? With a casual grace, he raises a hand to scratch the side of his stubble before reaching for a towel casually draped over your lounge chair. As he leans over, droplets of water cascade onto your warm skin, a gentle reminder of the ocean’s embrace. You steal a moment to admire the bronzed glow of his skin, the sunlight dancing upon the small beads of water that cling to his sculpted muscles with a tantalizing allure.

A peculiar aura envelops the relationship between you and Charles. You didn’t speak often, although you were in the same friend group, and have known each other for forever. However, in the recent weeks, a shift has occurred. Perhaps it’s the shared experience of a newfound singleness has drawn you closer together, prompting conversations to flow more freely than ever before.

A delicate blush creeps onto your cheeks, a fleeting flush of warmth that you hope goes unnoticed against the backdrop of your sun-kissed skin. You feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you as Charles’s fingers brush lightly against your shoulders while the grabs the towel, igniting a subtle spark between you two.

“Allons-nous au club ce soir?” Are we going to the club tonight? One of your guy friends asks, sinking onto a sandy towel with a groan as he collapses onto the soft grains. 

For a moment, maybe a few seconds, silence hangs in the air. As if each person is lost in contemplation, weighing the prospect of the evening’s plans. Then, in a synchronous chorus, a resounding chorus of “yes” erupts from the group, breaking the silence with unanimous enthusiasm.

You remain silent, immersed in the pages of a trash magazine, each turn revealing scandalous tales that undoubtedly blur the lines between fact and fiction. Charles watches you intently from his position in the beach chair across from you, though not directly opposite. Positioned slightly to the right, his gaze lingers on you with a subtle curiosity, his expression betraying a hint of contemplation as he observes you amidst the circle of friends. Always in your own world.

“Lovie, tu participes?” Are you in? Your best friend beside you seems to notice your lack of response. Her arms stretch across the gap between your chairs, and she gently squeezes your wrist, a silent gesture of reassurance and solidarity. 

Lovie. You don’t exactly know why you got that nickname, but it stuck. And it carried over to most of the friend group calling you that since childhood.

You lifted your head up, the sun beading down on you causing your eyes to slightly crinkle, as you gave her a look that said duh!

Your friends smile widens as she claps her hands together, her excitement palpable as she sits up from her previously relaxed position. Her enthusiasm is infectious, casting a warm glow over the group as they all eagerly cheer in happiness with her. “Mon dieu!” Thank God! It was a squeal of relief. “Maybe you’ll meet a sexy man and fall in love and have his babies so you can forget all about that loser.”

Your heart clenches at the mere mention of your ex. The smile on your lip’s falters just slightly, but you quickly regain composure, determined not to show a hint of sadness surface while on vacation with your friends. With a subtle effort, you smooth away the brief flicker of vulnerability, masking it beneath a façade of cheerful resilience. 

You roll your eyes, “Nous verrons.” We’ll see. Your tone carries a hint of mystery as you look back into your magazine, letting the conversation of your friends flow into a different direction.

-

“Es-tu sûre que tu devrais en prendre unautre?” Are you sure you should have another? Joris says into your ear, making sure you’re able to hear him over the pulse of the music, his arm slung over the back of the booth behind you. You lean into his body, a drunken smile pulled on your lips.

He harbored a slight concern for you. While you were his girlfriend’s best friend, your friendship dated back to childhood, long before his relationship with her, and he held you in high regard. His care for you ran deep, and ever since your break-up, he knows that you haven’t been the same.

“Arrête de t’inquiéter pour moi.” Stop worrying about me. You shove his shoulder gently, before pointing to your best friend on the dance floor. “Inquiéte-toi pour elle.” Worry about her.

You let out a soft laugh as you witness Joris’s eyes widen in surprise at the sight of his girlfriend standing on the stage. With a knowing smile, you begin to slide out of the booth with intent to make your way to the bar, sensing the need for a fresh drink to accompany the unfolding spectacle.

Before you can even slide out of the booth, a fresh drink—scratch that, a refill of your drink, is placed in front of you. Your gaze follows the masculine hand holding the glass, adorned with an expensive watch at the wrist, tracing its path up the arm until your gaze meets Charles’ intense stare. His eyes, dark and captivating, lock onto yours, already filled with questions and a silent understanding.

You slide back over, silently signaling him to sit beside you. As he eases into the spot beside you, the proximity of his body sends a shiver down your spin, the heat radiating from him igniting a primal longing within you. Your bare skin tingles with anticipation as his presence fills the air with an electric charge, a silent dance of desire playing out between you in the dimly lit confines of the booth.

In the midst of the pulsating club music, words between you two remained scarce. Yet, you both found solace in the quiet companionship that enveloped you both. The energy of the club swirled around you, but the warmth of each other’s presence, you felt a profound sense of ease settle, much like a comforting blanket.

-

It wasn’t unnoticeable to the rest of the friend group. In fact, it was very noticeable. The way you and Charles seemed to find a connection with one another, especially post break-ups. 

It’s not that you were never friends, you just were never as close. So it came as a slight surprise to a few of your friends as they picked up the little changes that were made.

Like when Charles refills your drinks for you. Or when he notices that there is coconut in your meal, which you’re very allergic to, and sends it back to the kitchen. 

Like when you remind him to put on sunscreen, knowing he tends to burn easily. Or when you find yourselves sitting out by the fire at night, long after everyone went to sleep, just talking about the most random things.

“The CGI in that movie was terrible!”

“It’s a classic! You can’t hate a classic!”

“That doesn’t make the CGI better!”

Or

“I’ll have you know I’m a culinary expert.”

“Charles, I’ve known you for forever. Don’t lie!”

“I’m an innovator! Who else could turn pasta into charcoal with such ease?”

No matter the topic at hand, you and Charles always found yourselves engulfed in laughter, the gentle sound filling the air with warmth and camaraderie.

-

You didn’t want sadness to cloud your vacation, but sometimes emotions have a way of washing over you like relentless waves. One of the evenings, while your friends made plans to dine out, you made the wise choice to stay in. Although you didn’t want to miss out, you felt that you were not in the right mindset to be out with everyone. Some protested your decision, expressing concern, but you assured them that you would be fine on your own and ready to party it up all day tomorrow.

Charles shot you a funny look as he slid his hands into one of his pockets, leaning casually against the kitchen archway. His white linen shirt, barely buttoned and snug against his muscles, accentuated his tan, making it seem even more vibrant against the stark contrast of the fabric. A single glance from him stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you as you perched on the bar-stool chair, clad in nothing but a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a well-worn t-shirt. It was your ex-boyfriend’s shirt, a garment you should have long discarded, but its comfort proved too irresistible to part with. Despite the pang of guilt that tugged at your conscience, you found solace in its familiar embrace, a reminder of the past you couldn’t quite let go of yet.

The villa you currently stayed in was beautiful. Its whitewashed walls and wrought-iron accents blended modern and luxury all in one. Inside, the warm glow of the setting sunbathed the spacious rooms, casting an ethereal orange hue over the abundance of white and wood-colored furniture. As the click of the front door echoed through the villa, the chatter of your friends faded into near silence as they departed for dinner, leaving you alone in complete silence.

-

You find yourself eventually nestled in the corner of the oversized couch, cocooned in the warmth of a fluffy blanket draped over your body. With the television remote in hand, you flip through the channels, searching for something to capture your interest. Nothing quite grabs your attention, until you stumble upon a cheesy rom-com you’ve seen hundreds of times.

Lost in a trance, you’re oblivious to the world around you, the gentle breeze whispering through the open windows. The creak of the front door opening barely registers, and it’s only when Charles’ silhouette materializes in the archway beside the TV that you snap back to reality. A soft smile tugs at the corners of Charles’ lips as he gazes upon you, nestled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. His heart skips a beat at the sight of you, at the sight of your eyes looking at him with such softness.

“Que fais-tu de retour?” What are you doing back?

He shrugs nonchalantly, pushing off from the wall’s archway and making his way toward you. With an easy grace, he plops down beside you, propping one leg up on another couch cushion and allowing his shoulder and head to half-lean against you.

You both settle in a comfortable silence, the sound of the movie filling the air around you with a comforting ambiance.

“Penses-tu jamais que tu le surpasseras?” Do you ever think you’ll get over him?

The words send your stomach into a frenzy of somersaults, and a tightness forms in your throat, making it difficult to swallow.

You don’t answer immediately, instead you stare ahead at the television, your fingers fumbling with the fabric of the blanket nervously.

“Je l’espère.” I hope so.

His eyes are solemn as you look at him. “Parfois,” Sometimes. He begins, straightening his posture so he can fully look at you. “I think I’ll never get over her.”

His words hang heavily in the air, and though they sting a bit, you understand. You share the same sentiment.

“Mais toi,” But you. His hand reaches to yours, the one fumbling with your thigh. His eyes dart between both of yours, like he’s struggling to formulate his next words. “You just,” He starts before squeezing your hand in his. “You just make my days feel easier.”

You nod slowly, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say. “My pain, my heartache, just disappears whenever I’m with you.” Your voice is soft as you speak the words. The truth of them daunting.

“Sometimes I just wish I could turn my emotions off.” You say, unwrapping the blanket from your body, so that it only sits underneath you now. “Like I could just fuck someone and move on.”

Charles’ eyes widen slightly as the word ‘fuck’ slips past your lips. He nearly lets out an audible groan, his eyes tracing the contours of your collarbones peeking out from the oversized shirt that slips tantalizingly of your shoulder.

He licks his lips, swallowing a pronounced gulp, as his eyes trail back to your face.

“Yeah.” 

You could feel the tension in the air, like the both of you were considering fucking each other here and now. Charles couldn’t escape the thoughts of spreading you out on the cushions right here, spreading your legs and fucking you with his tongue.

As he locks eyes with you, you feel a flutter in your stomach, your thighs clenching involuntarily as his gaze lingers on your lips. You part your lips to speak, but before you can utter another word, a loud burst of commotion erupts through the front door. No doubt your drunken friends, clamoring for the fire pit.

-

You and Charles find yourselves in an awkward dance since then. Not too awkward, but the idea of you fucking each other escaped neither of your minds.

It was honestly twisted. The fact that Charles couldn’t stop picturing what you would look like beneath him, what your moans would sound like in his ear. He had fucked his fist twice to the though of you since he even heard the word ‘fuck’ slip past your lips on the couch the other night. It was honestly pathetic.

You couldn’t handle it either it seems. You found your eyes lingering on Charles way longer than necessary. The flex of his muscles as he enjoys a morning workout by the villa’s pool, the small smiles he gives you from across the room, and the small touches he gives as he walks by you has you driving yourself up a fucking wall.

So, when your friends decide to head out for a spa day, you and Charles hang back sitting across from one another a tad too far apart on the outdoor couch for it to be normal. It was as if you needed the space to stop from jumping each other’s bones.

The skimpy red bikini you wore did little to ease Charles’ thoughts. But he couldn’t help but feel grateful for the first time in weeks he isn’t thinking about his ex-girlfriend. No, he’s too engrossed in the idea of fucking you. Hearing your sweet little moans he just knows you would have. Feeling your smooth skin beneath the pads of his fingertips.

Charles could feel himself harden just by glancing at you lounging comfortably on the outdoor couch, the clouds covering the sun engulfing you guys in a moment of shade.

Across the couch from him, you tried to do everything but acknowledge Charles’ longing stare. But you couldn’t. Your body was all tense, in need of a release. 

“Charles, will you—”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Charles was standing over your figure on the couch. His hardened cock visibly noticeable in his short swimsuit. The muscles of his thighs flexed before you, as he visibly gulped at the vision of your breasts spilling out of the top.

“Assieds-toi droit.” Sit up. He murmurs softly, his voice carrying a gentle command as he shifts, prompting you to straighten your posture.

Was this really about to happen? You really hoped so.

It was as if Charles can see the desire in your eyes, answering the question of if you wanted this in his head almost instantly.

“Est-ce que je peux t’embrasser?” Can I kiss you? His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, tracing it as he licked his own.

You nodded your head before his lips pressed down onto yours, capturing them in a sweet embrace. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it firmly near your scalp as he deepened the kiss, igniting a surge of warmth and longing between you.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he slips his tongue into your mouth, pressing it hotly against yours. He pulls away for a moment, still standing above your sitting figure, as he takes in your blown out pupils.

“Ça a un gout si doux.” Tastes so sweet. His hand remains in your hair, holding your head in place to look at him. His eyes stare at your sightly swollen lips, a clench of need forming in the pit of his stomach.

He falls to his knees before you on the couch, kneeling between your two legs, as his other hand presses against your chest, forcing you to lean back against the cushions of the couch. The sun peeped through the clouds momentarily, allowing you to drink in the sight of just how light his eyes were.

His thumb grazes your bikini cladded core, rubbing light circles in a teasing manner. The pressure of his thumb wasn’t enough, but it was everything you needed.

He looked at you from between your legs, a smirk on his face like he knew just how crazy he was driving you. It was an image you never wanted to forget. 

“Touch me.” You begged, a breathy moan leaving your lips as his thumb pressed harder onto your swollen clit. 

It was all he needed to hear before sliding your bikini bottoms to the side and shoving his tongue to where you needed him most. The cool air of the outdoors was a stark contrast to the heat you felt between your legs. 

He took his time with you, like he wanted to savor every sweet moan you gave him. His tongue flicked around your clit a few times, before wrapping his lips around it. Your hand slid into his brown locks, slightly lightened form the sun over vacation, and pulled as you rutted your hips against his face.

“Mm, that’s it,” He groaned into your cunt, his words vibrating against you, sending your hips into a faster frenzy. He slipped two fingers into you, lifting his head to watch as you lulled your head back against the cushion and took your hands from his head to your breasts. You stretched the bikini top slightly, until your breasts spilled over the tiny triangles, your nipples already hardened from the need that burned within you.

Charles slipped one hand up to your breasts, taking one of your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and pinching.

“M’god,” You half-shouted, biting your lip to prevent yourself for being too loud.

“Don’t deprive me from your sweet little moans, yeah?” He pulled his lips off your clit for a few seconds, giving you ample time to look at them glistening in you. You nearly came at the sight of it. 

He dropped his head back between your legs, flicking fast kitten licks to your clit, which had you careening forward with a cry of pleasure.

He sucked hard on your clit, eliciting loud mewls from you that were like a sweet melody to his ears. Charles could feel his cock straining against the tightness of his swim suit, he flexed his hips into the couch before him, in need of some sort of relief. 

He could feel you teetering on the edge of your orgasm, shoving his face deeper into you, his tongue slipping in and out of you at a fervent pace. It hit you hard. Your hips had a mind of their own, as they rode his face, the bony structure of his nose pressing against your clit sending you into a frenzy.

Charles replaced his tongue with his fingers and watched as you came down from your high. His fingers still working you over as he coaxed you through your orgasm, not letting up.

“I knew you would taste like heaven,” He smirks, finally removing his fingers, before slipping them into his mouth, and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

You groaned, your pupils blown out as you looked at him, your legs still spread and cunt fully exposed to him and the outside air. 

“Need more,” You practically begged.

“Need my cock, hm?” You nodded, wasted no time in answering. He pushed himself up from his knees, sitting beside you on the couch as he pushed his swimsuit down enough to free his cock. It was hot and heavy in your hands as you reached for it, precum already dripping from its tip.

You straddled his waist, raising up just enough for him to slip his cock into your already saturated core. Your hands grip the back of the couch behind Charles’ head, your fingers clenching it tightly as you take in each inch of him. His hands grip your waist, large fingers sprayed across as he guides your movements over his cock.

The squeeze of your cunt on his cock was better than Charles could ever imagine. The fact that he had to use his fist before you was honestly a punishment compared to this.

“Mon dieu,” My God. You groan as his cock stretches your walls. You waste no time in working yourself over his cock, the pleasure of it too good for you to do it slow. You chased that second orgasm as it teetered on the edge. You were already so close.

“That close already?” His smirk was permanent on his face as he flexed his hips up into you, hitting you deeper than before.

You nodded, soft mewls escaping your lips constantly. It was as if you couldn’t shut up now. His hands grip your hair tightly, pulling your head back to look up at the sky, as he pulls one of your hardened nipples in between his teeth.

You didn’t have time to tell him you were coming again, but the clench of your walls on his cock was enough of a warning for him. Your walls fluttered around him repeatedly, as his name fell softly from your lips followed with a string of curses.

As if he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer, he lifted you up off him and placed you to the side, his hot cum spilling over his cock and stomach in stringy spurts. Your body was limp against the cushion, your bathing suit covering nothing.

Still hazy from your climax, you look from the blue cloudy sky to Charles beside you. His eyes were glossy as he smiled, like he was fully content.

“Merci,” Thank you. You said softly, an acknowledgment for him giving you what you mentioned the other night.

He nodded once, giving a small smile as if to say thank you back.

-

It’s been weeks since you and Charles fucked on the outdoor couch of the vacation villa. You haven’t seen each other much since, not that you expected it. You were thankful it helped you forget about your ex-boyfriend just a little bit more. Like you could bare the idea of meeting other men. Which you were.

You claimed that Charles was a one-time thing. Although it was probably the best sex you’ve ever had, you knew you couldn’t do it again. It was a mutual one-time thing.

So, when you found yourself pressed against the bathroom door of the five-star restaurant, your short little sundress bunched up at your waist, and Charles’ cock buried deep in your cunt, it was a little unexpected. Not completely.

It was hard and quick, nothing but a string of breathy moans between you two as he pressed your chest forward into the door. You both came quickly, your chest flushed red and his cheeks slightly pink as if he just performed a hard workout. 

“Who’s your date?” He asks, the words slip out fast, like he’s trying to act like he doesn’t care.

You furrow your eyebrow for a second, before looking at yourself in the mirror, Charles standing tall behind your figure. “Just met him last night,” You flattened your hair as much as you could to make it seem normal. “I’m trying to get back out there.”

Charles smiles at you, although it seems slightly pained. “Good. Your ex-boyfriend didn’t deserve you.” His words were kind, and it made you smile that he even bothered to say it. 

“I should get back,” You begin, turning to face him. His eyes look at your lips one last time, like he’s contemplating kissing you again. “I’ll see you next week at Joris’s, right?”

He gave you a small nod.

-

Charles Leclerc is a liar.

Well, a liar when it comes to him saying he doesn’t think about you sexually. The way you feel around his cock. The way your breathy moans turn him on to no end. The way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his cock. The taste of your cunt on his lips. 

He’s a liar if he says he doesn’t fuck his fist almost every night to the thought of you.

But he was also a liar when it comes to him saying he doesn’t think about you not sexually. The way you loved to read trashy magazines, the way you always fidgeted with the rings on your fingers when you were nervous, the way your eyes glowed whenever you laughed. 

So, when Joris mentions you and a new potential boyfriend, he can’t help but feel slightly annoyed at the idea. The clench of Charles’ jaw at the sight of you and this ‘potential boyfriend’ across the yard at baby shower, does not slip past Joris’s eyesight.

“Y a-t-il quelque chose entre vous deux?” Is there something between you two?

Charles clutches the neck of the beer bottle in his fingers, bringing it to his lips, before straying his eyes from you to Joris beside him.

Charles’ eyes gleamed like he didn’t know how to answer this without admitting feelings he hasn’t even admitted to himself. He shook his head. No. Because there wasn’t.

“Vous étiez proches en vacances.” You guys were close on vacation.

It was just a statement, as if he wanted to see Charles’ reaction. Charles didn’t know if Joris was trying to insinuate anything, but Charles didn’t respond. Not as Joris’s girlfriend, your best friend, popped up behind you both, a tray of cupcakes in her hand.

You sat across the yard, deep in conversation with Theo, at one of the many heavily decorated picnic tables. The short purple sundress that adorned your body is a vision of effortless elegance. Delicate straps grace the shoulders, framing your breasts with a feminine charm. The skirt flows gently with every movement, swaying gracefully in the warm breeze.

You both knew it wasn’t anything serious, at least yet, but he had a way of making you smile, nonetheless. Despite only knowing each other for a few weeks and sharing a handful of dates, he made a point to take his time with you. He was considerate, never pressuring you into anything, especially after you had confided in him about your previous messy relationship one night.

“Tu es belle.” You’re beautiful. Theo whispered into your ear, his fingers toying with the fabric at the ends of your dress, resting right above your knees.

You blushed, your cheeks flaring a light shade of red, as you smiled into your lap. You lifted your head slightly, looking across the yard, where your eyes met with Charles. His eyes already watching you with such heat in his eyes it made your stomach do a somersault.

He felt an intense surge of resentment towards the guy who dared to lay his hands on you, his anger boiling as he watched him lean into whisper into your ear. Your cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of crimson under his gaze, betraying the effect of his words.  What could he possibly be saying to you?

It was just his cock you were coming around last week. So, why is this fiery sense of jealousy threatening to consume him entirely?

It didn’t make sense. How could he feel such intense jealousy over someone he never even had a real relationship with? He never even felt this jealous over his ex-girlfriend.

It was just sex.

He told himself repeatedly. It was just sex. But it only made the burn in his chest only grow more.

-

You were a liar if you said that Charles Leclerc is never on your mind. You were a liar if you said that it was just sex.

Because, for some inexplicable reason, you can’t seem to get Charles Leclerc out of your mind. You remember how he made sure none of your dishes contained coconut, how he bought you those trashy magazines he knew you loved so much, and how he always made sure that you were smiling.

So, when Charles Leclerc stood silhouetted in the doorway of your front door, the moonlight casting a soft glow around him in the middle of the night, you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat.

You took note of his hair in disarray, as if he had run his hands through it a dozen times, and the soft grey sweats that hung loosely on his hips. The taut muscles of his arms peeked out against the seams of the black t-shirt he wore. 

“Je n’arrête pas de penser à toi.” I can’t stop thinking about you. He utters the words with a look of anguish etched on his face, each step carefully navigating around your figure as he stands in the foyer of your apartment, a space he’s been in countless times over the years. But never alone. Never without friends.

You close the door and turn to look at him, not realizing just how close he was to you. “It’s like you,” he begins but freezes, taking a step closer toward you. You take a step back, the tight tank top you wore did little to hide your hardened nipples from the cold air, and your back hit the front door. “It’s like you possess every thought I have. Every single thought. You. You. You.”

You sucked in a breath as you looked into his eyes, more darkened than normal, almost as if he was angry at you.

“Qu’est-ce que tu m’as fait?” What did you do to me? His fingers trail up your arm to your collarbones, a trail of goosebumps following in their wake.

You gulp audibly, your lips slightly parted from the feel of his fingertips on your skin for the first time in weeks. You struggle to find the words until Charles is pleading.

He laughs slightly sarcastic, like he can’t believe this is happening to him. “I even bought those trashy magazines that you like so much, a whole stack of them at my place, because I cannot get you out of my fucking head.”

“Dit moi, it’s not just me.” Tell me.

You would be a liar if you said it’s just him. Your hands trail up to his shoulder, your fingers squeezing them in comfort as you stare into his eyes. His breaths getting heavier as your fingers trail his t-shirt classes skin, like he was yearning for it so much, like it burned him.

“It’s not just you.”

He doesn’t give you time to say much more, not until his lips are crashing down onto yours again. Like he couldn’t last one more second without your lips pressed to his.

[84reedsy]

Can I request female reader x SCSA with no. 48 “be a good girl and spread your legs” 🫢?

You paced in the bedroom. Steve had asked you to be waiting in his room when he returned from the road. You knew what he wanted; you knew his plan.

While you had fooled around (rather excessively) it had always stopped short. Many times, it was to your annoyance,  but Steve insisted you wait. You weren't sure why, he'd come close to splitting several zippers.

You were nervous,  but excited. Pacing wasn't helping so you sat on the edge of the bed instead. He would walk in and there you'd be waiting for him exactly where you wanted him. The silk and lace lingerie wouldn't leave much to his imagination.

All those moments that had ended just shy of desperately wanted pleasure played through your mind. You imagined feeling his hands traveling to places they hadn't before. Your hand slid up your thigh, tracing the path you hoped he'd take. 

You closed your eyes as you pictured him crawling on top of you,  his icy blue stare tearing down your resistance wordlessly. Your fingers slipped between your thighs and you moaned lightly at the gentle pressure of your fingertips.

“Doing my job for me?” A gruff, amused voice called from the doorway. You were startled, clamping your legs together as you were caught. His wry smile told you he didn't mind the show. 

“Just impatient for you to get here,” you smiled though your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

He tossed his bag to the floor and with one hand grabbed the hem of his tshirt and slipped it off in a single movement. His thickly muscled arms flexed as he moved toward you and you licked your lips as he unbuckled his belt.

You slid slowly backwards on the bed, biting your lip as he slipped the belt out also in one fluid movement. 

“I oughta use this on you, naughty girl,” he folded the belt and snapped it together, making you jump, but giggle at his threat, “But…I like you naughty,”

He grabbed your ankle to keep you from scooting back any farther and pulled you back to him. 

“Where do you think you're going, young lady,” he smirks, unbuttoning his jeans as he crawls over you,  “you've got some business to take care of…”

He took your hand and slid it in his pants, letting you feel him first. The rigid, pulsing flesh made the air rush out from between your lips; his muscles weren't the only thing that was thick. 

“Now this is what I’ve wanted to play with,” Your voice low and sultry, arousal tingling in your core. You bit your lip and moaned as his fingers slid between your thighs with blind precision. 

“Mmm, let’s see how wet you can get, darlin,” He drawled in that raspy low tone. 

The words alone did the job, but his fingers slipping inside of you made you arch off the bed as he teased your gspot with purposeful control. You bit your lip and moaned as the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, the callous rubbing it roughly. Your grip around his shaft tightened as you squirmed under him, moving in short, paced strokes. 

“I gotta have a taste, baby…” He leaned down to kiss you with a teasingly light kiss, his lips moving downward, “Be a good girl and spread your legs”

Your legs moved apart slowly, but the nerves dissipated as he moved your panties to the side and his tongue licked up your slit. He made another slow pass, flicking it firmly over your clit as he hummed. Already almost to the edge from his manual stimulation, his mouth was bringing you to it even quicker. Your hands slid over his smooth head, pressing him into your desperately aching sex. Your hips rolled, his arms snaking around your thighs to hold you still by the hips. 

He was in control, reminding you. His rough beard rubbed against your pussy lips as he latched onto your clit and suckled it firmly. You couldn’t hold back any longer, cumming as he held you tightly. His hoarse groan vibrated against you, making your eyes roll back as you gasped in time with the pulsing pleasure that flooded through you. 

Your head still swam as he kissed your thigh, wiping the excess of your juices from his lips on it as well, before kicking off his jeans and laying over you, hooking his strong arm around one of your legs. The motion opened you up to him and he slid inside of you, aided by your wetness.

“Damn girl, you feel good,” He said in a raspy breath, sliding almost completely out before thrusting quickly to rest fully inside of you again. It was no less overwhelming each time he moved his hips, his throbbing manhood a welcome intrusion. His hips moved with reckless abandon, his body tensing as he watched you grasp your tits and pinch your own nipples. 

“Mmm, like that cock, don’t you?” he said, quickly replacing one of your hands with his mouth, your hand holding his head to it firmly as you rolled your hips to meet his ever harshening thrusts. You were glad he’d waited, this intense satisfaction was worth the wait and more. 

“God it feels so fucking good…” You whimpered, barely managing the words out before you moaned through another orgasm. 

You slid your hands down his ribs as his thrusts shortened and plowed you roughly. You held his waist, your thighs gripping his hips, your body hungry for his seed. With a raspy groan and stilted thrust and shook your entire body, his cum rushed from his cock, warming your sensitive womb. He moved slower now, but rode out each tremor of his release, soon collapsing next to you. 

“Damn, baby…just…damn” He said breathlessly, resting his arm over his sweaty forehead. 

You laughed to yourself, catching your breath as well, “Took the words right out of my mouth,”

[scuderiahoney]

congrats on 1k babe!!! i feared i was too late to drop something in your inbox, but i made ittttt. if you feel so inclined, could you please write something for lando from the suggestive/smut prompt list with 6, 12, or 18?

again, congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it!! 🫶🏻🩶🩶

vesta babes i am so sorry this took me quite a long time but it’s here and i hope i did it justice. suggestive content/mild smut below the cut, minors pls do not interact!

“We made such a mess, didn’t we,” Lando says, eyeing you innocently.

You roll your eyes as you scrape frosting from your fingertips. “You started it.”

It was supposed to be a nice afternoon of baking and frosting cookies together. Lando was a menace from the start, sprinkling flour in your hair and making dick shaped cookies that you definitely couldn’t bring to the family dinner you were supposed to be making them for.

Then there had been the moment where he dipped his finger in frosting and smeared it down the side of your face- at that point, you’d given up on being the bigger person. Now there’s a mess of frosting on your faces and hands and the countertops, and very little on the actual cookies.

He laughs as he looks at you. “You got a little something right there, baby-“

He reaches out with a finger that’s still covered in frosting. You screech and snatch his hand out of thin air, away from your face, your hand tight around his wrist. He’s giggling now, trying to wrestle away, and he’s stronger than you, but you’re quick thinking, and when an idea pops into your head, you just go for it. You stick his finger between your lips, and he goes from laughter to a soft noise of surprise in a matter of seconds.

You swirl your tongue across his skin, cleaning the frosting off, and he groans loudly. You look up at him through lowered lashes, just to watch the way his eyelids flutter, too. When you’re done, you release his hand, but he leaves his finger in your mouth, and his thumb brushes your cheek.

“Is that how we’re gonna get cleaned up?” He asks, voice low and gravelly. “Because if so, I think I’m a genius for starting it.”

You shrug, and he finally takes his hand away from your face so you can answer. You hum and look around the kitchen before you scoop up the container of frosting and start to back away, out of the kitchen.

“Maybe we should get messier first,” you suggest, loving the choked noise he lets out. “You taste good covered in sugar.”

[midwestmade29]

Bubble Bath 🫧

This is a continuation of my previous story [Ice Skating] Part 2 is spicy though! My original story was written using a Christmas writing prompt from @madhatterbri's list that you can find here. Word Count: 1,098 Divider by: Me 🙂 This one is for you @madhatterbri 🖤

If you are not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING. Minors do not interact.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

The only disclaimer for part 2 is unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Soreness from falling on the ice started settling in, so you made good on your word about running a hot bath for Christian...

Christian leaned up against the side of the elevator as it took the two of you up to your floor. You had your arms wrapped around his waist, holding him close and listening to his heart beat steadily. He ran his fingers up and down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere they touched. Your body always responded so well to Christian, no matter if his touch was meant to be sensual or not. You craved this man in any way, shape or form you could get him! “How are you feeling? Still up for that bath?” you asked coyly. “Could be worse. I’d like to find those 2 skaters at the rink and killswitch them into oblivion right about now though.” he joked. While laughing, you stood on your tip toes and kissed him sweetly before pulling away. He obviously had something else in mind as he brought your lips back to his and kissed you hard. An innocent peck on the lips quickly turned into so much more, leaving you breathless when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened on your floor. With your fingers intertwined, Christian led you down the hall to your hotel room and the atmosphere between you two shifted, feeling like it was crackling with electricity.

Instead of swiping the keycard, Christian pinned you up against the door to your room, his hands roaming freely and wherever they pleased. He slid one hand under your shirt, causing your breath to catch in your throat as he raked his nails against your delicate skin. Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly the closer he got to your breasts, an inferno starting to burn deep in your core. When his fingers drug across the outside of your bra, you couldn’t help but to bite your lip to try to stifle the moan that escaped at the sudden friction against your stiff peaks. He continued rubbing his fingers against the soft lace, enjoying watching you writhe under his touch. Both of you jumped at the sound of footsteps and voices coming from the elevator as a group of hotel guests stepped off and started walking down your hallway. You smoothed your shirt as Christian took a step back from you, smirking at the guests as they stared and walked by. You took the keycard out of Christian’s back pocket and unlocked the door, turning the lights on as you walked further into the room. Christian sat down in a chair by the window, waiting for you to make the next move.

You put your hand under the faucet, double checking the water temperature as it filled the oversized tub. Once you were satisfied with it, you poured in the bubble bath and the entire room began to smell like a sexy oasis. The lights in the bathroom were on a dimmer, which helped provide the perfect ambiance since candles weren’t available to you right now. “Baby, everything’s ready. Come and join me!” you called out. Christian was already leaning against the doorway, unbeknownst to you as you unhooked your bra from under your shirt, removing it without even having to take it off first. “Impressive,” he said admirably as he walked closer, handing you one of the glasses of champagne he was carrying. “It’s a superpower, really.” You joked as the two of you clinked your glasses together. You sat the glasses down and helped Christian remove his clothes before removing your own. He sat down in the bathtub first, slowly sinking deeper in the water as his skin adjusted to the temperature. Judging by the look on his face, you could tell that he was already feeling relaxed, and hopefully his discomfort was slowly melting away.

“Mmm, this feels nice!” you commented as the bubbles tickled your skin. “Are you feeling any better?” “I’d feel a lot better if you weren’t so far away…” Christian implied, making the temperature of the water rise 10 degrees. You took the hint and floated over to him, pressing your chest against his once your body hovered over him. His length brushed against your thigh, already hard for you and longing to be touched. Looking Christian in his eyes, you reached between the two of you and gripped his length, stroking slowly causing him to buck his hips up and push himself further into your grasp. His head fell back against the lip of the tub and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensations he felt from your hand and the warmth of the water. “If you keep this up, I’m going to cum in your hand.” He warned under his breath. The thought of him losing himself like that made your clit twitch, but that’s not how you wanted this to end. When you released him, he lifted his head up and you kissed him ferociously. Your tongues danced together in perfect unison, swirling around and intertwining themselves, leaving you panting when you broke the kiss so you could position yourself on top of his length.

The fullness you felt in your core when you slid down on his length and it filled you completely made you curse under your breath. “Christian, you feel so good!” you cried out as you picked up your pace. Your hips rocked back and forth while Christian dug his fingers into your hips helping make your movements count that much more. Water was sloshing all around, waves forming the more you rocked against him. “We’re going to need more towels” Christian chuckled against your lips as more and more water splashed over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. Thick pillows of steam filled the room making every surface dewy and the air heavy whenever you took a breath. Your movements became frantic as the pressure deep inside of you was ready to be released, Christian not far behind you. Your body convulsed around him as the intensity of your orgasm ripped through you, shockwaves of pleasure forcing you to cry out his name. “That’s my good girl…” Christian purred as you shuddered against him. He thrusted his length in and out as he chased his own climax, grunting in your ear when he finally erupted inside of you. Your walls milked him of every drop he had, making him whimper at the sudden sensitivity he felt as his length slid out. Christian wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you as close to him as he could and kissed your forehead. The two of you rested in the bathtub a little while longer, completely blissed out.

Scrub a dub dub…I’d do Christian in a tub 🫣 but who wouldn’t? Heh heh heh 😈

[vanderilnde]

Simon and Johnny help you unwind. ghost/soap/reader warnings: substance use, smut, threesome, double penetration, a lot of ghoap action uwu wc: 1.3k

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The military has a fickle reputation for the stuff they get up to in private.

Superficially, you're all saints who wear your medals as vestments. Lionhearted patriots fighting in the name of safety. The sacrificial lambs for freedom. But if they saw you now now, the people dedicated to thanking you for your virtuous service, surely, they'd hit the roof.

A glimmer of white powder coats the space below Johnny's nose, some of it caught in the fleece of his five o'clock shadow. Simon is poised behind you, bending you forward and distorting your spine, hoisting himself forward to lick the granules off Johnny’s ruddy face. He swills him in for a kiss and abruptly pulls away, stealing Johnny’s breath and giving it to you.

Johnny’s ratty. Always is when he’s worked up. Grabby and needy with how he ruts his hips up, baring his neck.

“Please,” he hiccups, “Cannae be patient–”

Simon shuts him up with a hand choked around the hinges of his jaw, digging divots into his dewy flesh. 

The gossamer of scars lining Simon’s face distend as he growls. “Pups don’t talk. Be quiet.”

Simon partakes in sanctimony as he pursues what he had barked at Johnny for. He’s a more refined, tenacious, in how he consumes and is consumed, fluidly reaching down to spread your sticky cunt open, hugging you in his thick arms. 

Your head falls back on his shoulder. Your hips swivel with the swish of his fingers on your clit. You deeply inhale, breath hitching on Simon’s name. 

Though his name dies on your tongue as he swats your pussy. Simon swallows your body as you flinch, and eases the burn of your clit with his palm as he cups your cunt, gently massaging your folds.

“What’s the point of havin’ two mutts when none of ‘em wanna listen?” He vacantly asks, hooking his fingers inside of you, spreading you open. “Johnny, get the snow.”

If you weren’t so fucked out, you would have cooed at how eagerly Johnny follows Simon’s orders. He gets caught on his own excitement and trips over himself on the way back, as a dog would trip over its tail, as he clutches a baggy of crystallised pellets. 

“Go ahead,” Simon prompts, “do it off her tits.” 

Simon pivots his forearm around your throat and anchors you to his chest. You can’t see it, but you can feel it, as Johnny shakes a fine strip of dust between your breasts. You’re slick with sweat, roiling with heat, softly dissolving the powder.

Johnny leans in and inhales what he can. He’s febrile when he comes up for air, flushed, tugging his cock that pathetically bobs in place. 

Simon loosens his hold on you and leans forward, licking the rest of it up. It's the first thaw—wetness against what used to be ice, as a burn sizzles your skin. You buck your hips up, and Simon slips his fingers from you. Raises them to his mouth and sucks them clean. Grips Johnny by the scruff of his neck and wrestles him in, swapping your taste with him.

Simon pulls back and, fleetingly, Johnny pathetically chases after him. A wash of saliva coats their lips, and a thin film of dew clouds Johnny’s eyes. It’s tempered with the powder that impairs him, prompts him to begin humping a pillow. 

“Y’reckon she needs a good fuck?” Simon asks.

Johnny vigorously nods. 

Simon pats his cheek. “Bark when you’re told.” 

“Aye.” Johnny's humping is stopped with Simon's peremptory hand. 

“Which hole do ya want?” 

The flinty tone laced in Simon’s question makes you flush. Makes embarrassment pool and congeal in your belly. It's so crass, so inclement as he pets his cock. 

Johnny hangs his head like a kicked dog, embarrassed, and Simon tactfully catches on. He deeply chuckles and grabs him by the jaw, kissing his furrowed lips. 

“You want it, you prep it.”

Johnny excitedly nods. He grabs you by the hips and spins you around, slipping his cock between the fat of your ass. He digs dimples into your shoulders, using them for leverage as he fiercely ruts you. You’re being used, watching as Simon fishes out lube from the bedside table, uncaps it, and squirts it onto the facet of Johnny’s palm. 

The squelch emanating behind you is evident. Johnny pulls you into his lap with one hand, and works the lube around his dick with the other. He softly mewls and moans, pinching his cockhead and kissing your asshole with it. 

Simon grunts, slotting himself before you. He tucks his legs below you, lodging his ankles behind Johnny. You’re slippery and sweet and honey-like between them, breathless and buttery as their wandering hands fondle you. Simon’s fat cock sits throbbing on your pussy as he shakes his thumb around the baggy, coating his finger in the powder. He rocks into you slower, meaner, than Johnny. Tugging down your bottom lip and rubbing powder into your gums. Slipping his thumb away, letting your lip pop back into place. 

“We’ve trained you for this, yeah?” Simon hums. He takes you by the chin and hoists your neck up, presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

You rock forward and want to swallow him whole. It’s a violent juxtaposition—Simon winsomely kissing you; Johnny stuffing his big cock in your ass, negligent to how your body tries shying away, insistent on sheathing himself all the way in. 

You’re quivering when Simon starts sliding himself into you. You’re all a mess of limbs—bleeding into one, coagulating into a deity while Simon fucks your dewy cunt, augmenting himself to you and Johnny.

“Get your bone, Pet,” Simon grunts into your neck. “Work for it.”

A wave of relief crests over you. You’re cut from your leash, unfettered and free to chase your orgasm. A manifold of molten builds in your belly, burning you, as you snap your hips back and forth. Swallowing Simon, swallowing Johnny. Sucking them deeper while your rings of muscle try pushing them out. They’re so big, it aches. 

Simon said you could fuck yourself on them, but it’s hard when you’re so full of cock. You’re a pack of dogs in heat, working together. Johnny, fucking brutishly into your ass. Simon jacking his hips balls-deep into you, thumbing your clit. You, ebbing between them. Weightless like water. Selfishly seizing all they have to give you. Wet and sticky, spread open on two dicks.

“‘M close, Simon,” Johnny chokes. He peals Simon’s name for permission. Permission to come, and more importantly, to come in something that’s his. To lapse into sacrilege and taint his pretty, pleasing, pup.

Johnny gets more desperate as he draws close, dissolving into sloppy thrusts and wandering teeth. A pin-headed mess of moans and hiccups. “I needa come.”

“Inside ‘er,” Simon snarls, and you clench down tighter, stifling his thrusts.

Johnny manages two more strokes before emptying his balls inside you. He’s buried to the hilt, releasing his warm and sticky come in you, crying, quivering, kissing your neck. 

His undoing triggers a chain reaction. He fills you up and you overflow, succumbing to your orgasm. It shoots through you like no bullet can, enfeebling you.

Simon follows closely. He takes you by the hind of your skull and shoves your face into his hairy, bare, virile chest. His heartbeat thumps against your ear as he shoots his turbid ropes into you, drawing closer and fucking you through your orgasms. 

They both pull you impossibly close—trying to sink themselves in your skin—and sit there for a while, marinating their softening cocks inside of you. 

Simon is the first to move. Johnny’s too fucked out and heavy-lidded. The former stands up and wipes you both clean, disposes the little bag in a fissure somewhere in his private barrack. The bed sinks under his weight as he climbs back on, and swiftly, like two parasites dead and cold without their host, you and Johnny nuzzle into Simon.

Your sweaty bodies glue you together, rebirthing you. It helps, being fixed with them. Because you, you’re broken in all the right places.

[adventuringblind]

Cutting Tensions

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader x Max Verstappen x Lando Norris

Dialouge prompt: "The deal was that if I won, you'd all have your way with me."

Genre: SMUT

Summary: Reader wins a bet and spicy things ensue

Warnings: Filthy, PinV sex, implied anal, oral, fingering, thigh riding, degradation, praise, under negotiated BDSM, dom/sub,

Notes: I'm back from the dead! Finished my bachelor's degree today and move on to my masters in January! How do we celebrate? Smut. This is filthy and part of my 1000 follower event. Requests will close at the beginning of January. If you'd like to participate, click on the link :)

Masterlist

Minors DNI please

She's more observant than the boys give her credit for. They aren't being subtle or even smooth, for that matter.

Daniel flirts openly with her every chance he gets. Max is always trying to spend time with her both inside and outside the paddock. Lando is very handsy at the most inconvenient times. While they are busy oggling at her, they have failed to notice the longing looks that pass between the three of them. She's getting sick of it, really. Macho men who are fighting over her don't have the balls to admit they are also trying to show off to each other.

She's hit the breaking point and has decided to do something about it. And, if everything goes according to plan, they will have a lovely night and hopefully some realization of feelings while they're at it.

She'd managed to place the car on pole for the race tomorrow. Her odds of actually turning it into a win look good so far. She takes her phone out and sends a quick message to the boys.

'If any of you three win tomorrow, I'll spend the night with you. But if I win the you three take me at the same time. Deal?'

A course of enthusiastic replies cause her phone to explode. They really are the most oblivious boys she knows at times.

Just as she'd hoped, she stands on the top step of the podium. Drenched in champaign with adrenaline coursing through her veins. Max is a step below looking at her knowingly.

The anticipation builds over the course of debriefs and media work. The interviews take hours and she want to throw the microphone at the journalists who constantly ask her about being a female in formula 1. The same question they have asked over the entire course of her career.

She runs into the three boys looking at each other awkwardly. Max flashes the keys to his car and she feels her shoulders intense knowing escape is near.

"Your hotel room I'm assuming?" Daniel throes her a playful smile.

"Well, unlike the three of you, I'm pretty sure I cleaned before I left." She throws as they walk towards Max's car.

The rest of the trip back is filled with playful and teasing Comments. Daniel is the least petrified of the three boys and even leaves a few lingering touches along her thighs.

They toss their stuff into random corners of the room. It's not like it's massive, but she knows they'll find a way to make it work. Unless they decided to stare at her all night instead of doing anything.

She faces them and huffs. Daniel looking a little more amused then the other two at it.

"The deal was-" She puts her hands on her hips. "-That if I won, you'd all have your way with me."

Daniel finally takes the initiative and slams his lips onto hers. It's wet and hot. She can't help but moan into his mouth at the sensation. His fingers hook into the belt loop of her jeans to pull her closer. "You mean like this, darlin?" She just moans back in agreement.

Daniel pulls back, leaving her to whine in anticipation. He yanks on Max's wrist to pull him into the mix. The Dutch looks both helpless and surprised, and his lips land on Daniel's. The Australian slides Max into his place. He looks sufficiently warmed up now and in his element.

He places kisses everywhere along her neck and jaw line. His hands wrestle with her clothes until she's exposed and the feeling of the duvet is beneath her; flush against her skin.

She feels small beneath him. Max's hands groping at her like she'll fly away. Her hips already blossoming with dark marks.

His lips leave her for a second as he throws his shirt off. Her hands fly to belt around his waist. It's messy, but he's left in his boxers eventually.

On the other side of the bed, Lando was clueless. Despite his show of confidence, he was prepared for it to either be just him or not at all. Not to say that he doubted her skills. No, he doubts himself. Didn't mentally prepare for this outcome.

Daniel takes the initiative with him just like he'd done Max. Daniel curls his fingers around Lando's waist and hesitantly leans closer. It's enough that Lando has time to back out if he wants, but he doesn't. He hates admitting it; that he wants this desperately. He also just wants to be good, and that usually comes with experience. Something he doesn't have in this scenario.

His thoughts come to a screeching halt when Daniel's lips land on his. It's much softer than he'd seen with the other two.

It lasts for a measly minute until Lando's body is being manhandled onto the bed. Litgerally thrown onto it like he weighs nothing more than a sack of potatoes. He doesn't do any of the work aside from lay there in sheer cluelessness.

Everyone if fumbling out of their clothes. It's frantic and animalistic now, but he's definitely turned on at the sight of it. Yeah... this is definitely what he wanted.

She is going to explode. Max's tongue has found her ripples, and his hands are pressed into her back to keep her close. His thigh sits between her legs up against her core. She grinds her lower half against Max's skin. Her moans come out as high-pitched whine as the stimulates become too much.

Max releases his tongue from her and takes over, moving her hips for her. "You like that baby? You're leaking all over my thigh, so you must."

She's about to hit that point when Max throws her off him. He loses his boxers in record time and slips on one of the many condoms sitting on the bedside table.

Her and Lando lay in opposite directions. Enough for her to land her lips on his and her hands to make contact with his skin. The Brit is whining loudly at something. The beginnings of tears prick at his eyes. Daniel is running hands up and down Lando's sides, occasionally brusing against her own.

It feels like seconds of peace before Max is slamming into her. He throws her leg over his shoulder and hits the same place every time. Hips snaping so hard the sound echoes in the room. Her hands immediately find some kind of hold on his arms. Behind her, Daniel is praising both of them. "You two look so good. Look at how she's falling apart underneath you, Maxy."

Lando's cries and incoherent babbling are also increasing. It's messy and the heat of the room is already causing her skin to become slick with sweat.

"Can you two manage coming at the same time? Can you do that for us?" She's pretty sure she could come undone any second now. Max's pace hasn't faltered. If he continues, she's going to combust.

Max is whispering praises in her ear. Landos hand grips whatever it can of her body. Frantic moans and flailing limbs come with crashes of endorphins. It's blissful. Max draws it out until he finishes and collapses on top of her.

There is no reprieve for her and Lando. Daniel is a puppet master and both of them are merely on strings being moved to his will.

She ends up on top of him. Neither she nor Lando move. Their skin is plastered together as she buries her nose in the crook of his neck.

Daniel is moving her up and down in rough motions. His grip is changing in strength every few seconds as Max is somewhere out of sight sucking off the Australian.

He's directing Lando on where he wants the Brits hands on her. Eventually coming to the point he isn't holding onto her at all. It's Lando guiding her body. His hips buck into her, but it isn't like Max. Lando tries different things. Enough to startle her into a second orgasm when he begins to hammer up into her relentlessly. He has her begging for it this time.

Daniel and Max find both them at the top of the bed. They whisper things at them. Max is praising on one side while Daniel degrads on the other.

She is putty in their hands. Molded to their will. Swimming in the bliss of their attention.

"My turn." Daniel growls at her. He moves them all again. Her body is swiftly turned to where she can clearly see Daniel's eyes wide with something primal. "Need your mouth baby. Are you okay with that? Can I fuck your throat?" She responds by simply throwing her mouth open and sticking out her tongue. "Dirty."

The smirk on his lips disappears as his cock slides down the back of her throat. She can helpless to do anything except let her mouth be used.

Max is back between her thighs. This time with a tongue on her clit and three fingers moving inside her in such a way that she sees white. Occasionally she hears Max pull away to praise Lando who is out of her sight. Whatever he's doing is working as Max's movments begin to randomly falter.

Daniel is wiping away the stray tears that are sliding down her cheeks. She's coughing and gagging but the ecstasy is to overpowering for her to think to much about it. "Such a good girl." He coos after a particularly nasty cough.

He warns her about five seconds before he finishes. On last slam into her mouth and he's spilling into her throat. Far enough back that it hardly touches her tongue.

He holds her there as Max brings her over the edge again. His hands pin her wrists as she frantically tries to pull him closer or push him away, she's not sure which is happening.

She's still riding the high, Daniel barely out of her mouth when Lando pops back onto the bed sputtering and wiping his mouth. "That - was amazing." His chest falls heavily as he regains his breath.

Her body won't move. It's exhausted. Every last ounce of energy spent. Everything feels sticky. Lingering electric pulses stem from the soft touchs of Daniel and Max.

"You did so good, loves." Plural, meaning with her and Lando. She's curious what she'd missed while wrapped up in her own pleasure.

"Cuddles?" Lando squeaks.

There are a few chuckles and a denial. "Bath and water first."

It's much softer then she'd anticipated. Max and Daniel don't get in the bath with her and Lando, but the sit on the edge and keep them company. Just chatting like this is a normal Sunday nightm

The bed is really to small for four people, but they make it work. They fall asleep tangled together. Limbs tossed in all sorts of directions and phones still on silent.

She wakes up first and orders breakfast. Foods that she knows are trainer approved across the board.

She's lost in her own thoughts. So much so that she doesn't notice the three boys beginning to wake. Not until a set of arms wraps around her waist.

"How long did you know for?" Asks Daniel from right behind her. The other two boys still wrapped in each other but eyeing her intently.

"A year now."

Lando sits upright "You set us up?!"

"The way I see it, we all got a good fuck out of this and feeling have come to light." She shrugs.

"So-" Max sounds unsure of himself. The anxiety seeping through just the tiniest bit. "-Are we going to keep doing this?"

"I was thinking a proper date might be next up." Lando nods in agreement at her proposal.

Daniel's gein is magnificent. He scans the three of them, pondering what to say next. "Alright, a date it is then."

[bouncybongfairy]

All Around Me

Void Stiles x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a bit too much fun at a friend's birthday party, you go home and wind down with a bath and a Teen Wolf marathon. You start reading a steamy fanfic about Void Stiles, which causes you to have an acid-induced trip about hooking up with him.

Word Count: 2.5k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, proceed with caution!)

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

It took you a couple of times to put the key in the door but you got there eventually. You were coming home from your friend’s birthday. It was almost 3am and you were cross-faded, starving and your heels were killing your feet. After dropping your purse on the kitchen island you started drunkenly wrestling the heels off your feet. The fridge was your next stop, pulling out leftover whatever and sticking it in the microwave. As you waited you pulled your food out of the microwave and headed to your bedroom. It was kind of nice having the entire house to yourself. Your parents were gone, visiting your aunt who’d just given birth. You sat on your mother’s bed and started shoving the leftovers into your mouth. The nightstand starts vibrating, prompting you to check your phone. 

Heyy, glad ur home safe <3 just reminding u we dropped acid like 30 mins before u ubered home just be careful! (we should have listened to Ashley when she said no more lmao)

You completely forgot about that, at first it made your heart drop but then you realized you would probably be asleep before the effects really kicked in. Your parent’s room was so luxurious and you always looked forward to stealing it when they left. The buzz from being drunk was still there but wasn’t as intense as before. You ran the warm water and started filling the bathtub, it was huge and made you feel so fancy. Bring your hand above the bath, you feel the steam coming off the water. The feeling of washing the makeup off your face was euphoric. It was like the hot water was loosening all your joints and muscles. You kept one of your hands dry to be able to hit your pen and change the music coming from the speaker. After enjoying the bath for a while, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Out of nowhere, your heart starts racing. At first you thought it was from being in the steamy bathroom. You fought through it and did your nightly routine. By the time you made it to your room, you were rolling. You turned on Teen Wolf as background noise, the silence was starting to feel too heavy on your ears. You changed into a big tshirt but didn’t have much mental focus for anything else. 

You looked at the T.V and watched Void Stiles take the screen. You began to cry thinking about how sad this part of the plot was. The tears were flooding and you were feeling high off emotion. You pulled out your phone and started to read Void Stiles fanfics. The combination of hearing him through the TV and reading about him was making you feel a combination of scared and excitement. You weren’t really sure if you fell asleep or dissociated but you scared yourself awake. Your eyes immediately flew to what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. It scared the shit out of you, making you jolt and sit up. Your chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate. Its head tilted to the side in an ominous way. Part of you thought you were still drunk and high and that you were hallucinating this appreciation. You threw one of the pillows at it and when the figure turned his head to look at where it landed you gasped and began crying. 

“Why are you acting scared?” the man's voice asked. Your hand flew over your mouth and you brought your knees to your chest. 

He began walking closer, slowly yet confidently. When he stepped closer, he stopped where the moonlight was coming in from the window. It was Void Stile, part of you felt relief because you figured this had to be a dream. Another part of you was even more freaked out because what the fuck is happening. His skin was pale and had dark red bags underneath his eyes. His hair was disheveled, sticking up and out in several ways. Wearing all black which made him look so much more intimidating. He was walking closer but still had his head tilted to the side. At this point, he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring you down. 

“I asked why are you acting so scared?” he asked again. 

“Because you’re scaring me,” you choked out, barely having the ability to form words. It was like your entire body was submerged in ice water, paralyzing you and taking your breath away. 

“Oh no, I know you don’t believe that. You were just reading about me. Imagining me doing unspeakable things to you. So again, why are you scared?” he asked again but in a rhetorical way. He stood up so fast that you flinched, he walked over to your desk and picked up the framed picture of your boyfriend. 

“Is this your little boyfriend?” he asked while full-on laughing, you could reply verbally and instead shook your head yes. 

“Why are you with him if he’s not satisfying you?” he asked. 

“He can sat-” you were interrupted by Void grabbing you by the jaw, not painfully but forcefully. 

“Why do you keep lying?” he growled. 

“H-how would you know if..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because you were full-on sobbing. 

“Do you know what the four things the human brain naturally craves?” he asked. As you shook your head no, he brought his hands up and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, then licked the tear off his finger.

“Food, water, sleep and sex. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind, you’re craving sexual gratification that the little boys in your life clearly can’t give you. I mean, why else would you have manifested me? Searched for the most ravid and lascivious versions of me on the internet to gratify your needs? They’re scared to cross a line but that’s what’s different about them to me. I can’t be satisfied until I’ve crossed it,” he was now standing again, towering over you. He was so close that his torso almost touched your nose. You squinted your eyes and turn away without moving your body.

Your ears were burning and you were starting to feel faint. Part of you felt like you couldn’t hear everything he was saying because your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. He walked over to your dresser, opened the second drawer and grabbed the unopened bottle of Everclear that you were saving for a party coming up. He then walked over to your purse and pulled out a joint, without missing a beat he then walked over to a pair of jeans on the ground and pulled out a lighter. The fact that he knew exactly where everything was truly shook you to your core. You were becoming paranoid, convinced that he could hear your thoughts. He came back on the bed and lit the joint, blowing the smoke right in your face. 

“You need to relax, take a drag,” he said, extending his arm and offering the joint. You tried to speak, even though you weren’t quite sure what to say. It was like your mouth physically couldn’t let the words out. He angrily ripped the blanket off your body and threw it across the room with such force it made a thump sound when hitting the wall. 

“Do you really want me to forcibly blow the smoke into your mouth? I wouldn’t be surprised but you can just ask,” he said mocking yet angrily. When you reached out to grab it your arms and hands were shaking so badly that you were struggling to get a hold of it. 

“You know..” he started as he sat down and brought the joint to your lips because your hands were too shaky to do so for yourself, “your fear is different than other people, there’s a purity to it, almost like an innocence. So much so that  I can almost taste its sweetness on my tongue. The havoc and panic that is radiating off your body because part of you knows that I’ll have you but is so confused and scared by my presence,” he said, taking a swig out of the bottle.

He wedged himself between your back and the headboard of the bed. His legs were long, when they were bent his knees were significantly higher than yours. At this point you felt completely drained, still scared but it was like the adrenaline high was coming down a bit. You pulled at one of the strings on the ripped part of his jeans and took the joint from his hand. At this point, you were high enough to convince yourself this was some weird dream because you fell asleep crossfaded. You looked up at the T.V and saw void Stiles, in the scene when he stabbed Scott. You looked back so that you could face him, almost like you were checking if he was still there. His eyes were black, similar to how they looked on stuffed animals. The bags under his eyes were so red that they looked like they might hurt when touched. He was just staring at you, smirking with his head tilted. You leaned back and melded your back to his front, as you did this he slid his hands up your bare thighs. His lips were now pressed against the back of your ear, your pulse quickened when you felt his steady breathing against your skin. The hands on his skin were rough from biting at his nail beds. His breath was slow and steady, you tried to match his pace with his but couldn’t slow your heart rate down. He moved his hands to your arms, running his fingertips from your shoulders to your hands. That was when you realized you’d been subconsciously gripping the towel that you fell asleep in. Unexpectedly he grabbed your wrists and ripped them away from your body causing your towel to fall. At first, you tried to fight against his grip but then realized you didn’t really want to. You moved your hands up slowly until they were at the sides of his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently and cautiously. He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to the sides of your hips. He pulled you against him causing your bare ass to rub against his erection under his jeans. He pressed his lips against your shoulder and let out a groan. He swiftly slides out from behind you and props himself up with his shoulders on top of you. Now on your back, you used your feet trying to push his jeans off. He dropped his head a bit on your shoulder so hard it took your breath away. You gasped and squirmed in pain and in reaction Void pressed his hips into you, keeping you from squirming away. 

“How are you ever gonna explain this to whatever the fuck this C stands for,” he said referring to the necklace you had around your neck. He tightens the grip on it and rips it off your neck, crushing it and letting the mangled piece of metal fall to the ground. This caused a change in the atmosphere, it was like the snap of the chain symbolized the breaking of your self-control. He sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down, they were barely past his thighs when you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to you. Connecting your lips for the first time, the kiss was more rough than sloppy. His shaft was now pressed against your clit, moving his hips back and forth against you as the kiss deepened. You moaned into his mouth and rocked your hips up to meet his bucks. He moves his elbows so that they are right next to your ears. His fingers running through your hair and gripping onto the strands tightly. He pulled his hips back and thrust himself into you, he moaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. He kept himself still while you fully engulfed him in your heat. Continuously tightening and loosening the grip he had on the fists full of your hair. You were in pure pleasure, purposely tightening and loosening your walls, admiring the feeling of fullness. You knew he was into it because his head was still buried in your shoulder. His mouth open and his bottom lip pressed against your skin as he groaned and growled, a bit of saliva dripping onto your chest. Becoming impatient, you start trusting your hips upward. He jerks his head up so that you’re looking at each other face to face. 

“Your eyes are so glossed over, enjoying yourself I see,” he growled as he began rocking his hips back and forth. 

“Holy fucking shit,” you moaned out going to tilt your head back but being stopped by the grip he had on your hair. 

“Oh no, I wanna see your face. I like watching the raw reactions you have to me,” he snarled as he sped up. Your core felt like it was on fire, burning in a way you’d never felt before. You raked your fingernails down his back, digging in as hard as you can. Instead of wincing like most guys did, he moaned while smirking slightly. He was pounding into you so hard that his hip bones were starting to pierce you with every thrust. The burning feeling inside your stomach was building to a level, your blood felt like fire in the best possible way as you began to cum. 

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have you spasming around my cock,” he said swiving his hips in circles as he pressed himself as deep as he could into you, 

“Fuck I can’t get any closer,” he said while bucking and cumming into you. He was grunting and moaning to your neck, catching his breath for a second or two before continuing. As he started his thrusts up again you started to feel how sensitive you were. After you both had orgasmed there was a slickness that allowed Void to move faster and deeper into you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue around the peak before biting down. 

“Void I’m- it feels so ahh- sensitive,” you said, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him closer but he pulled away so that he was sitting up on his knees. You moaned as he pulled his length out and started massaging your clit with his tip. 

“Should I stop? I mean if you’re too sensitive then maybe I shouldn’t make you cum again. Maybe feeling my cock pulse inside you while your wall spasm around me will be too much for you,” he said repeatedly sticking his tip in and out of your slit. You reacted by wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to bring him closer to you which made him chuckle. 

“Yeah that’s what I fucking thought,” he said dropping back on top of you and started furiously pounding away at you. You were yelping from pleasure after every thrust, pulling on his hair tightly. You were biting down on your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. When Void noticed, he grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you deeply while maintaining the same pace. Groaning and grunting into your mouth, you could tell he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and sloppy. You could no longer hold your second orgasm back and arched your back while practically screaming. Seeing you in complete ecstasy and submission caused Void to cum, the look in his eyes was feral and completely mesmerized you. It made you feel powerful to see him so tired and drained because of you. He pulled out and laid next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. A couple tears ran down your face simply because of how overstimulating the second orgasm was. He used his finger to wipe away the tears and gave you a kiss on each eyelid. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you whispered, already half asleep.

“Rest now,” and as quickly as he said it, your eyes shot open to your fully lit bedroom. The room looked completely undisturbed which caused you to shoot up. You ran over to your dresser and started throwing the underwear everywhere. When you pulled out the still-sealed bottle of Everclear, you knew it must have been a dream. You sat on your bed and took a minute to think about how real and vivid the entire ordeal felt. After grabbing your pen from your purse, you plop down on your bed to check your socials. As you bring the pen to your lips, it drops out of your hand. You sigh in frustration and go to grab the pen from the ground without looking but end up feeling some type of necklace against your fingertips. When you take a better look at it and realize it’s the crushed necklace from last night.

[cordeliawhohung]

Death of Me - Part 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader - part six (and then some) of "Soft Spot"

Simon finally asks you to dance. It ends up being a lot more than you anticipated.

warnings: smut!! soft!Simon! oral (f and m receiving), simon folds you in half, you get to ride him (sorta), lots of teasing, slight overstim if you squint, praising, creampie, slight body worship? a lot of smut and a lot of plot

wc: 6.9k

A single dim lamp was the only thing that greeted you and Simon as you entered the bedroom.

Its pallid yellow hue didn’t do much to liven the area, but it did cast enough light to guide you to the bed, which you headed straight for. All the excitement from the ball had worn off and left you with a heavy feeling in your eyelids instead. You attempted to blink that feeling away to no avail as you sat on the edge of the bed and began the grueling task of wrestling with the skirt of your dress so that you could free yourself of your heels. 

Simon’s eyes watched you quietly while he pulled the mask off of his face, revealing clean shaven skin, which you had so tactfully pointed out no one would have even noticed if he hadn’t shaved anyway. Once his mask laid limply on top of the dresser, he found himself trying hard to suppress a small smirk as you still struggled with the straps of your heels. 

“Need help?” he prompted. The soft, rubbery soles of his dress shoes were more malleable than the thick material of the work boots he normally wore, which made his footsteps more quiet as he walked towards the bed. 

“Nope,” you responded quickly. 

Within a moment you were on your feet once more with those blasted heels dangling from your fingers. With the extra height gone, it felt as if the center of your feet were falling through the floor as you stood up to grin at him. His eyes continued to follow you as you turned around and walked towards the closet door. Each step you took was slow and uncertain as the sudden change in terrain threw your balance off. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” you questioned as the closet door squeaked open. 

“Was I supposed to?” he asked, but you could hear the smirk in his tone. 

You rolled your eyes as you bent down and began to rummage through the various shoeboxes you had stacked in the far back corner. Though it wasn’t necessary, you always kept those darn boxes. Made it easier to store things in the closet if your dress shoes were stacked in a tower rather than shoved against the wall on the floor. 

“Well, I had fun,” you said. You quickly found the empty box and fumbled around trying to arrange your shoes inside so that you could close it up properly. “Johnny shared some interesting stuff about you.”

“Did he, now?” Something of a chuckle sounded behind you as Simon walked to the edge of the bed behind you and sat down. You could hear the slight creaking of the frame underneath his weight as he sunk into the mattress. 

You nodded your head as you tidied up the boxes before standing up. Every inch you straightened up caused your knees to scream in protest, but you ignored it as you turned around to face Simon. The sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, suit still mostly intact, and legs spread as he rested his elbows on his knees… perhaps you weren’t as tired as your body tried convincing you. Your mind was certainly wide awake at that point as your eyes drank him in not-so-tactfully.

“Yeah,” you confirmed as you placed your hands on your hips. The dark umber of his eyes were fixated on your face as your lips slowly pulled into a quiet grin. “He told me you still carry around that stupid handkerchief I gave you. Said that’s how he knew you had a girlfriend.”

If his expression changed at all, you didn’t catch it. His eyes seemed lost as they flickered in short intervals, exploring your face. Darting from your nose, to your lips, to your neck, daring to dip even as low as where your hands rested on the firm bones of your hips. 

“Smart bastard,” was his only response. 

You hummed as you stood there in thought for a moment. It was difficult to focus on anything other than him at that moment. His gaze was something you craved, and you could never get enough of the way it made your heart involuntarily race. Your heart always betrayed you in some capacity. It made the blood race through your body, causing your fingertips to pulse as they begged to touch him, feel him against your skin. Intimacy used to scare you, terrify you. It was strange how much you craved it ever since Simon came around. 

Before he could become wiser about the thoughts swimming around in your head, you shifted your gaze to the floor as you put on what could only be described as a poor excuse for a contortionist's act. Awkward hands reached behind your back as you attempted to grab the thin zipper that held your dress together. It seemed that whoever designed dresses loved to put women in terrible and uncomfortable positions in order to undress themselves without aid, which was something you were failing at, and quite terribly. For a moment you had gotten a somewhat steady hold on the zipper, but only pulled it down an inch or so before it snagged on something, causing it to slip from your fingers. 

You didn’t even need to look up at Simon to know that he was internally chuckling at your struggle, but you looked up at him anyway with an expectant look on your face. “Mind helping a girl out?” you asked, hands once more returning to your hips. 

“Thought you didn’t need my help,” he said as he shifted forward with an eyebrow raised. You tried not to pay attention to the way his tattoo poked out from underneath his sleeve, and you certainly didn’t want to entertain the feeling it stirred inside of you.

“Yeah, I didn’t two seconds ago, but I do now,” you retorted. 

Despite your banter, Simon stood from the bed, his height towering upwards as he mosied on up to you. Once he was within arms reach, you turned around, exposing your back to him so that he could free you from the confines of your dress. A hand came to rest on your lower back as he held the fabric of the dress steady while the other firmly gripped the zipper. With a firm tug, he fastened the dress with a single zip upwards, effectively trapping you within that cloth prison once more. 

“Simon…” you groaned. The back of your head met his firm chest as you leaned back against him with a grumbling huff. “You’re not very helpful.” 

“We haven’t danced yet,” he responded simply. 

His comment caught you off guard, and you found your brows drawing close together. “Huh?” 

Hot air suddenly brushed against the shell of your ear and you felt your skin tense with goosebumps. Simon curled forward, lips brushing against your earlobe as his voice rumbled through you in a soft whisper. 

“I said we haven’t gotten to dance yet,” he repeated. Your legs would have turned to jelly and caused you to collapse on the floor if it wasn’t for his hand still on the small of your back holding you in place.

He had to know what he did to you. The hand placement like he was ready to pull you in, his lips ever so slightly nipping at your ear. You could feel the vibration of his voice in his chest go straight to your stomach and then wander ever lower with a searing heat. It was quite clear what he was really asking, but Simon had a way of buttering you up before ever initiating anything more serious, which you didn’t mind one bit. Still, it didn't mean you couldn’t play with him a little. 

“Well,” you said, a sight hum to your words as you slowly turned to face him. His hand slid along your back as you moved and it caught onto your hip while your hands came up to rest on his chest. You leaned forward, fluttering your eyelashes while you tilted your head to the side. “Ask me to dance, then.” 

A deep breath expanded the cavity of his chest and you felt your hands move with him. His free hand came up and cupped your cheek, and the warmth of his skin felt divine against yours. You wanted more of it, of him. The only thing stopping you from giving into that burning want in your stomach was your own self control. You let out a shaky breath as you leaned into his hand. 

“Will you dance with me?” he asked you, properly this time. 

You grinned up at him as your arms slowly slid closer to his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Moments later the two of you were dancing with nothing to accompany you but the sound of your own breaths. It wasn’t a proper dance by any means, as you two slowly rotated in small circles. It replicated something more akin to a penguin waddle than any waltz, but you didn’t care about the dance itself.  His hand moved away from your cheek in order to grab your hand, and though you wanted to complain, you instead rested your head against the thick muscle of his pec as replacement. In that position you could hear the sound of his heart thud perfectly throughout the chasm of his chest, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it was always so steady. Strong and thudding like a horse galloping in slow motion. 

And god, the smell of him. He must have worn something different, like a cologne he saved for special occasions, or maybe he used some new type of soap, but whatever it was it was mouthwatering. It was a sharp but subtle scent that reminded you of the woods your mother took you to as a child, and a hint of the cool river water you dipped your hands into. 

“You look good in a suit,” you spoke up. Your voice sounded odd with one of your ears pressed against his chest, like half your body was under water. “Should find an excuse for you to wear it more often.” 

“Wouldn’t be as special if I wore it all the time,” Simon pointed out. 

You slowly lifted your head off of his chest and your eyes began to instantly wander. Something so pristine and clean pressed did look somewhat out of place on a man such as him. The scars on his face, rigid and always angry, popped out against the formal wear, but in some strange way it made your stomach churn with desire. 

“I suppose,” you said, your eyes wandering further down his body.

The expanse of his chest only seemed to become more prominent in his attire, and the way the buttoned up suit jacket accentuated his waist from his broad shoulders was almost enough to make your mouth water. You weren’t sure how you weren’t gawking at him earlier. Perhaps it was just the nerves, but you were glad your body had come out of shock and had finally started to enjoy what was in front of you. 

Soon enough, it wasn’t just your eyes that were wandering. The hand that was lazily resting on his shoulder while the two of you spun in slow circles began to drift along his collarbones and then down to his chest. His body seemed to react on instinct, leaning into your touch as if silently begging for more. You tilted your head at him while your fingers intertwined with the delicate silk of his tie before you gave it a firm tug. 

“So,” you said as you raised yourself up on your toes, “I guess I better enjoy it while I can, then.” 

It was too much for the both of you. The heat that festered between the two of you threatened to melt you to the bone and it built and built until it finally dispersed in a fiery blaze. The hand that held yours while you danced suddenly pulled away from your fingers to engulf the side of your face once more, and not even a moment later Simon’s lips were on yours. It was needy and maybe a little rough, but it pulled a content groan from you anyway. 

For a second time that night Simon’s hand pulled away from your body, and this time you really did whine. A plump pout appeared on your bottom lip as you pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him with eyes that all but demanded him to touch you again. Instead of giving into your demands, his hands moved between the two of you as he undid the buttons on his jacket. It had a difficult time sliding off of his shoulders, as broad and thick as they were, but he eventually shimmied it down his arms before tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Next came his tie, which you let go of in order to let him loosen it. That was discarded somewhere you didn’t even care to pay attention to. 

Once more his lips were on yours, and this time both hands held your face to hold you in place as you devoured one another. Simon was starving, you could tell by the way his lips pressed against yours with bruising force and how his breaths quickly became labored. You felt yourself stumble slightly as he pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless and off balance like he ripped away the very ground you stood upon. 

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said, his voice nothing but a low rumble. 

His hands trailed down from your face, to your waist before carefully rubbing along your back. Then it was open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, and you gasped in surprise at the sudden intensity of it, but you didn’t fight back against the way your head rolled to the side to give him more access. Expert fingers unzipped your dress, and the fabric fell limp around your arms as the entirety of your back became exposed. You dropped your arms to the side for a moment, allowing the silky chiffon to flutter to the ground in a puddle around your ankles. 

Because of the nature of your dress, you didn’t wear a bra, so when the fabric dropped to the floor you were completely exposed to Simon, save for a simple pair of panties. It always went that way, though. The man was either too excited or too hungry to ever think about removing his own clothing before getting to you, and that night was no exception. 

His kisses continued down your neck and moved even lower. A soft nip to your collarbone had your arms wrapping around his neck, but he dived even deeper; to the soft peak of your breasts, your sternum… before you knew it, he was on his knees in front of you, hands holding your waist as he looked up at you and planted a heavy kiss below your belly button. 

The sight of him on his knees in front of you, like he was worshiping you, was intoxicating. It looked a little out of place on him, and maybe a little silly; his stature screamed that he should be the one towering over you at all times. But when his hand slowly began to travel up the inside of your thigh, it was very clear he was still the one in charge, and he was just getting started. 

“Tell me what you want,” he said, lips brushing against the softness of your lower belly. A careful but accurate thumb brushed across your clothed clit, and your thighs nearly trapped his hand between your legs as you tensed from the sensation. 

“You.” The word came tumbling out of your mouth, slurring like you were drunk on his touch alone. He rewarded your vocalness by making another quick and expertly placed swipe against your clit, nearly having you mewing in response. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” 

He responded by hooking his fingers underneath the band of your panties and giving them a firm tug down over your hips. They joined the mess of black fabric at your feet, and then he guided you towards the bed where you sat on the edge, resting back on your hands. His dress shirt hit the floor with lightning speed as he worked at the buttons faster than your fuzzy mind could comprehend. With his torso exposed, you couldn’t help but gape as your eyes traced over the thickness of his arms and ruggedness of his chest. 

Now free from his shirt, Simon scooted closer to the edge of the bed, still on his knees, where his hands quickly dove between your legs, spreading them apart. His arms hooked underneath your knees and he pulled upwards, and you fell back on the bed with a quiet yelp in surprise. Effortlessly, he lifted your hips up off the bed, your legs having no choice but to rest on his shoulders as he pressed quick and hungry kisses up your thigh. 

He continued to inch his way up your thighs where his tongue found your clit in no time and your back instinctively arched, pressing your hips further against his mouth. If there was one thing you learned about Simon, it was that he was always hungry. It wasn’t very often that he would initiate anything intimate without his mouth eventually making its way to your cunt, swiping over your needy clit like he would die without it. 

Fingers lacing through his hair, you closed your eyes and reveled in the way he worked at you while his dark, grumbling pants were muffled against your heat. Shameless moans and pitchy praises left your lips as the pads of your fingers carefully pressed into his scalp all while he made the heat pool in some dark pit of your body. It burned through you, seared your insides until your blood boiled, threatening to incinerate you from the inside out.

“Simon…” was all you could whine out. The swell of your orgasm began to build in a dull but ever looming wave, and you felt your breaths come in uncontrollable and erratic bursts as your hips squirmed in his grasp. 

After a few more strong, hungry licks along your clit, Simon’s mouth pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath. He moved your legs off from over his shoulders and gently lowered you onto the bed where he was fully able to take in the sight of the mess he made of you. A mixture of his spit and your arousal coated the soft flesh of your heat where it dripped down between your thighs. It was the same mixture that coated his freshly shaven skin, but he quickly wiped it off on his arm as his eyes darted back up to your face. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. 

That dull drum of your orgasm, lingering but not quite toppling, made your entire body feel like it would float away from the bed. You pushed yourself back up into a sitting position and leaned forward, your hands instantly finding the belt loops of his pants. 

“Come here,” you said breathlessly as you yanked him closer. 

Clumsy fingers began to tug at the buckle of his belt. The tightness of his pants was a dead giveaway to his hardened length lurking underneath, and you ensured your hands accidentally brushed against him more times than what was necessary as you undid his belt and then his zipper soon after. 

A heavy sigh left Simon when he was finally free from his restraints, and he tossed the pants in some corner of the room where they landed with a soft thud because of his belt. With him fully exposed in front of you, you wasted no time returning the favor he so selflessly gave to you earlier. You wrapped a hand around the tip of his cock, thick and red, enjoying the heavy weight against your palm. You gave it a few languid strokes, taking your time while you looked up at him, watching his face. 

It wasn’t often Simon was very expressive, but the way he closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath was all you needed to tell that he was enjoying himself. It was also all the encouragement you needed, and you found your lips parting slightly before you leaned forward, tongue pressing against the warmth of his tip. 

Simon’s cock matched him perfectly in the sense that it was just as long as he was tall and as thick as he was broad. Because of this, it was always a challenge sucking him off like that, but it was one that you refused to shy away from. You pressed your head forward, tongue gliding along the thick vein on the underside of his cock while his tip prodded against the back of your throat. A thick grunt left Simon as he brought a hand up to the back of your head, not to push you further, but to gather any loose strands of hair that should fall in your face. 

Once your jaw adjusted to just how wide you had to open up, you began to bob your head up and down the length of him. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a second, despite how intense his gaze was. It burned through you like he was staring through your very soul, poking around in your mind to find your desires, finding what made you tick. Spit began to dribble down your chin as you picked up speed, but you refused to stop. You couldn’t get enough of him, of his grunts, of the saltiness of his precum, of everything he had to offer. Even with the odd breaths you had to take in order to keep inhaling air yet still taking him as deep as you could, you didn’t want to stop. 

“Fucking hell,” Simon growled.

Shortly later there was a firm force on the back of your head, and Simon’s cock suddenly left your mouth empty. It was like he was pulling an animal away from food so they wouldn’t make themself sick gorging on food. You sat there on the edge of the bed, a glossy sheen of saliva wetting your chin and open lips as you panted. Simon held you by your hair, not painfully but certainly demanding as he looked down at you with heavy eyes. 

He then bent forward, lips on yours in a frenzy as his tongue replaced the space in your mouth. It was a wet and sloppy kiss from the spit that already soaked your lips, but you kissed him back with that same neediness. You could taste your essence on him, that soft but lively sapor, and you felt yourself moan into him. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Simon mumbled as he pulled away. His hands gently pushed your shoulders back so that you were laying down on the bed once again, and in a swift motion he pushed you upwards so that you were closer to the center of the mattress rather than hanging off the bed. He descended on you, arms resting on either side of your head as his body hovered over yours. “Gonna be the goddamn death of me.” 

The weight of his cock sat heavily on your lower stomach as he settled himself between your legs, and you felt your hips buck forward in anticipation. That orgasm you had been denied earlier made your cunt ache for him so badly it almost hurt, but you knew the wait was worth it. Cumming around his cock was certainly better than cumming around nothing. 

Simon reached down and took himself in his hand as he slid from your stomach down to your entrance. You groaned as his tip pressed against your still angry and puffy clit while he teased at your entrance. Between the mess he made of you earlier, and the spit that still soaked his cock, you were plenty wet for him, and the squelching sounds only proved that further. 

“Please,” you whined, your voice coming out more pitchy than you had intended it to be. “Simon, fuck, I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” he pressed, voice husky. The tip of him pressed into you ever so slightly, but with the discipline of a soldier, he refused to go any further. “Wanna hear you say it.” 

You pressed your lips tightly together as your hips attempted to grind downwards onto him. But he knew your games well, and a slight smirk crossed his face as he moved himself away. 

“I can’t wait anymore, please,” you begged. “Please, I need it, I need you so bad…” 

His smirk only grew as he pressed himself forward again, the thick tip of his cock moving into the greedy entrance of your pussy, causing you to gasp. “Atta girl.” 

There was a slight, dull burn as Simon moved deeper in you, the type of burn that took your breath away as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the mattress. Just when you thought he was going to bottom out, he kept going, and despite the countless nights the two of you had spent together like that, it always came as a surprise. Once he did you felt so completely full, walls clenching around him, you were certain you would combust. 

It only grew more intense as Simon leaned back, hands hooking underneath your knees to press them towards your chest. Your eyes shot open at the feeling, and you let out a soft whimper as your eyes found him. He pulled out slow and careful before giving a firm thrust forward, one that had you cursing under your breath. Desperate fingers found their way to his forearms, trying to grab onto anything for stability as he nearly folded you in half. 

What was once a dull whine of an impending orgasm quickly became a blaring alarm as Simon’s thrusts became more steady. He had warmed you up so well on his tongue, like he always did, your body always took him in greedily by the time he finally split you open on his cock. 

“Been thinking about this all night,” Simon admitted in a pant over the lewd sounds of wet skin on skin. He drew a choked moan out of you after a particularly firm thrust, and you felt his grip on your legs tighten slightly as he picked up speed. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, you drive me crazy.” 

You bit into your lip, hardly able to get a word out. How could anyone expect you to? When a cock as thick and heavy as Simon’s was rutting into you over and over again, stealing your breath each time it hit the fragile spot deep inside of you that threatened to undo you? Everything in your body was turning into mush and you didn’t want him to stop.

“S… Si-mon,” you stuttered out, voice punctuated by every thrust into your weeping cunt. Your nails began to dig ever so slightly into the rugged skin of his forearms. “Gonna… gonna cum… fuck… please…” 

Nothing changed about Simon’s pace. He knew what he was doing was just what you needed, and he wasn’t going to switch things up on you when you were so close. There wasn’t a single inch of your face that wasn’t left unexplored by his eyes. His own pants mingled with your pitchy moans as he felt your body tighten; the shaking of your legs, the tensing of your stomach, the fluttering of your pussy around him.

A few more intense thrusts later and that feeling that had grown so taut inside of you suddenly snapped. It was like drowning in the ocean, being suffocated under the unending waves only to be snatched from the water and wrapped in a lovers arms. Like dying and being brought back to life within a single instant. He marked the moment of your downfall by the way your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy and your thighs shook against his grip. It was a terribly delicious blistering heat that consumed you whole, and Simon only egged the feeling on as he worked you through it with deliberate thrusts. 

Eventually he came to a stop, yet still buried deliciously deep inside of you as the heat waned. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were met with his face, his lips slightly parted in awe as he let go of your legs, allowing them to settle by his hips instead. He collapsed forward, mouth finding the soft skin of your neck as he placed several kisses between pants. 

“You’re perfect,” you sighed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

He could only groan a short little huff as he continued placing delicate kisses on your skin. Your mind continued to spin for a few moments before you came to the realization that Simon was still agonizingly hard and pressed deep inside of you. A hand slipped down to cup one of his cheeks and gently pull him away so that you could replace the skin of your neck with your own lips. 

Tender. It was the only word you could think of. Despite the fact he had fucked you so hard your brain felt like mush, he was so fucking tender. It made you yearn so much for him it nearly hurt. 

Your legs tightened around his hips and you twisted to the side. Simon was plenty strong enough that he could have ignored your movements entirely, so you knew it was deliberate when he followed your lead, rolling onto his side and falling on his back. You rolled with him, lips still on his as suddenly the positions were switched. He laid under you, looking up at you as if you hung the stars. Still buried deep inside of you, you ground your hips down on him, groaning at how sensitive you were. 

You took a moment to just look at him. The curve of his jaw, the thick and puffy scars that jutted out along his skin like crevices, the warmth in his eyes. He looked at you like he was bewitched, like he could die gazing upon you and die the happiest he had ever been. 

It wasn’t often that you found yourself riding Simon, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. The man prioritized your pleasure over his own, leaving little time for you to give back. So taking advantage of the situation, with simple and slow movements, you lifted your hips up slightly only to rock them back down, gliding along his length. This drew another grunt out of him which only fueled something in you. This deep, primal need to take care of him. To make as much of a mess of him as he always made of you. 

Even with your thighs still quaking from your climax, you began to work at him, hips rising and falling faster than your brain could comprehend. The plump flesh of your tits shook your chest and you reached up to cup them, squeezing them together with a moan. 

“Fuck,” Simon groaned at the sight of you. Rough hands came up to hold your hips as you rode him, guiding you up and down while his hips bucked to meet you halfway. Even when he was supposed to be the one laying back and enjoying himself, his focus was still you; always you. 

That tingly feeling of overstimulation began to shake through your legs, weakening them, but Simon’s grip on your hips kept you going. Even on top of him you were nothing but a babbling mess as your hands fell to rest against his chest just to keep yourself steady. Each sound you made slowly started to be drowned out by the quiet praises Simon muttered. You couldn’t even fully make out what he was saying over the sound of blood gushing in your ears, but you could tell he was close by how sloppy his thrusts became. They were quick and desperate, but still mind numbing all the same. 

“I need it,” you suddenly blurted out. The tips of your fingers pressed into his shoulder like you were trying to grab at the very essence of him. All you could do was ramble and whine as he continued, reaching ever closer to his own high. “Need your cum. Please, please, Simon, I need it so bad, fuck…”

He didn’t last much longer after your precious begging. A few more sloppy thrusts later and he slammed your hips down on him once more, keeping you there while his cock twitched inside of you, spilling his seed deep into you with a rough grunt. A shaky breath left you at the sensation as you felt every single pulse as he emptied himself into you. Your body couldn’t handle it anymore. Completely spent, you collapsed in a heap on top of his chest, bodies still connected. His skin was slick with sweat, or maybe it was your own skin. It didn’t matter; everything that was yours was his, and his was yours. 

For a while the two of you laid with one another. His heart beat heavily in his chest, reverberating and echoing throughout your own body. Both of your panting created a dull melody that echoed bluntly off of the bedroom walls, one that eventually softened as the crescendo of it died down. Once he caught his breath, Simon’s fingers tangled in the mess of your hair, holding you close as he pressed a fat kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Petite mort,” you breathed out as you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck. 

“Hmm?” Simon hummed in confusion. While one hand stayed locked in your hair, his other hand slowly ran up your back in long, slow caresses. It sent a wave of shivers down your spine, instantly cooling your sweltering skin. 

“You said I was going to be the death of you. Petite mort. Little death,” you explained, and then paused for a moment to sigh. “It’s… a euphemism for orgasm.” 

To your surprise, Simon chuckled. Really, you hadn’t thought it was all that funny, but maybe there was some weird irony there. The man had a strange sense of humor, afterall. 

“Petite mort,” he repeated, the French rolling off his tongue better than you had expected of him. “Weird goddamn saying.” 

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Warm water enveloped your body as the sweet aroma of epsom salts clung heavily to your skin. Every hint of discomfort in your body seemed to wash away in the bath, from the ache in your feet from the heels you had worn that night, to the dull yet pleasant throbbing between your thighs. Darkness smothered the bathroom as the lights were off, leaving only the small light from the lamp in the bedroom to illuminate the room through the open door. 

Heavy footsteps shook the floor as Simon entered the bathroom, temporarily darkening the area as he blocked the light source. He wore nothing but a pair of plain sweatpants, and the pale skin of his torso glowed in the darkness as he walked towards the bathtub where you laid in comfortable bliss. 

“How’s my girl?” he questioned as he sat down on the floor. 

“Great,” you answered with a sleepy grin.

It wasn’t until Simon had fully situated himself on the floor that you realized that he was eating. He sat with his side leaned against the tub, hissing slightly at the cold surface against his bare skin, and a plate in hand full of what looked like a frozen dinner he had probably heated up in the microwave. The scent of it mixed with the fragrant smell of the salts you soaked in was a little off putting, and you weren’t even going to start with how gross it was to eat in a bathroom, as you were certain he had eaten in worse places. 

“Hungry?” you asked as he took a bite. 

He took a moment to swallow his food before answering, yet he prepared his next mouthful as he spoke. “Didn’t eat dinner.” 

A pang of guilt rang throughout your body at that realization. Simon hadn’t eaten at the ball, because why would he? Take his mask off around so many strangers just for some food? 

“Baby,” you pouted slightly, leaning towards the side of the tub, “you should have said something when we got home. Could’ve gotten you food sooner.” 

All he gave you in response was a simple shrug as he shoveled more food into his mouth. Then, after a moment of thought, he answered; “Decided to have dessert first.” That comment was enough to get your brain to short circuit. You opened your mouth to say something and nothing but a confused squeak left you. Simon continued eating like he was none the wiser. 

“That was the stupidest fucking thing I think I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth,” you finally decided as you rubbed a wet hand over your face. 

Simon chuckled, and things fell quiet between the two of you as he continued eating. Water splashed against the sides of the tub in gentle waves as your hand glided along the surface, scooping up bubbles just to let them slide off your skin. It was quiet. A comfortable quiet. 

Simon’s eyes found you like they always did. He could find you in a crowded room. He could find you in the darkness of your shared bedroom. He could find you even if he had every sense stripped from him because it was like his soul only fell in harmony when he was with you. You were the very thing that grounded him - that tethered him - to the earth; that kept him from floating away and becoming something else. Something different. Something worse. 

“If you could go anywhere in the world,” he suddenly asked, his fork scraping against the plastic plate in his hand, “where would you go?” 

This question was different from anything Simon would normally ask, but it didn’t necessarily catch you off guard. Instead, you thought for a moment, racking your mind. Anywhere in the world? Well, the world was a big place! How were you supposed to pick just one? 

“I don’t know,” you admitted while you adjusted your position in the tub. “I think I’d want to go somewhere warm. Somewhere that doesn’t rain so much. Honestly, I’d be pretty happy to just see anywhere that’s not London.” You paused for a second as you turned your full attention to Simon. “Where’d you want to go?” 

Simon didn’t think nearly as long as you did. “Wherever you want.” 

A small pout formed on your lips and you leaned your head against the side of the tub. The cool acrylic sent a shiver through your body, but you ignored it as you stared up at him. “That’s not very fun.” 

He grunted as he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. “I’ve got four weeks of paid leave that I haven’t used yet this year. Figured we could maybe plan a trip, if you’d like.” 

That perked you right up. “Seriously?” you asked as you sat up in the tub. “Like, you want to go on holiday?” 

Your eagerness caught Simon off guard and he lowered his plate some as he turned his full attention to you. “That’s the idea.” 

Your face lit up the darkness as you grinned at him. “I’d love that. Really. We could both take time off work! Maybe two weeks? One week to spend abroad and another week to relax at home?” 

“Whatever you want,” he assured you. “I’ll make it work.” 

A content smile graced your lips at his words. How did you get so lucky? How did you go from sleepless nights, from broken drywall and nails to him? To Simon Riley? The man who could knock a grown man out in a single punch but refused to show any of that roughness to you? Who would run you a bath after fucking you and not leave you a crumpled mess on the mattress? 

“I don’t deserve you,” you quietly admitted. 

“Yeah, you deserve better.” 

The words left his mouth so quickly it was like they had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for eternity, waiting to be released. He said it with such conviction that it sent a jolt of pain straight to your heart. Of course everyone always wanted to do better, to be better, yourself included, but the way he said it… it was like he was saying he wasn’t good enough to be with you. 

“You are better,” you assured him. Your hand breached the water, sloshing out of the tub and dripping as you shook it out slightly before reaching over the ledge. Simon shivered slightly as the warm water smeared on his skin as your fingertips brushed along his shoulder. It was annoying, you were almost certain of it, but you couldn’t go without touching him while having a conversation like that. “The best I’ve ever had.” 

Things fell quiet between the two of you after that as Simon continued eating his dinner instead of responding. Maybe he didn’t believe you. It certainly wouldn’t surprise you with how quick he was to respond in the first place. But that was alright. He didn’t have to believe you in order for it to be true. So you laid there in the tub, fingers dancing across his skin as your mind wandered, daydreaming about far away lands and time well spent with the man who became your home. 

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Don't Blame Me

This one shot is for the Bad Batch Prompt event using the prompt:

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Tags: 18+ strictly. Minors should not interact with this or any of my writing pieces as they are content for adults only. Smut, sexual tension, foul language and swearing, oral (female receiving) sex, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, flirting.

Playlist: Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

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A night like that one was much too rare. The sun had just finished going down beneath the horizon, and the faintest hue of blue still lit the sky while the stars had already begun their nightly dance. The breeze was warm on your skin, even with the drops of water that lingered on you as you sat at the edge of the pool with your feet and calves still in the water, your hands running down your wet hair as you sighed and took in the life of the moment. The speakers played chill tunes, easy to listen to, perfect to vibe with the summery air and the laughs coming from all around the pool.

You looked around and smiled at the fact that all of your favorite troopers were there, and even some you hadn’t seen before—probably shinies who had just joined their platoons. Boys from the 501st, 212th, hell, even the 99s had bothered to come to a summer pool night on Naboo for their shore leave.

You couldn't help but laugh and think you’d seen it all when, across the pool, you saw that silver-haired sniper taking a sip from a bright cocktail. And his eyes were on you too, glaring, but you were used to that. You shot a cheeky grin at Crosshair only for him to roll his eyes and look away.

Your gaze remained on him for a little longer until you heard somebody diving into the pool, and when you looked at the crystalline water lit by the warm bulbs submerged in it, you quickly realized it was Fives as he emerged from under the water running his hands up his face and towards the back of his head, brushing the hair away. In that pose, Fives opened his arms and flexed, showing off his biceps as he shot you his signature charming grin, winking at you.

“These babies have gotten bigger since the last time I saw you, sweetheart,” Fives beamed.

Laughter escaped you—as much as you adored Fives, his attempts at flirting were always a sight to behold. Something about young, handsome soldiers tripping over their feet for your attention made you wish all summer nights were like that one, and to follow along with Fives’ game, you crossed one leg over the other, planted your hands firmly on the ground at your sides and shrugged, pursing your lips together.

“I don’t know, they kinda look the same to me,” you teased him.

“Don’t listen to him,” you heard the voice next to you as Jesse took a seat beside you only to fully get into the pool and swim over next to Fives, adopting his same pose. “I actually think I pull it off better, and I only lift half as often as he does. It’s like I don’t even have to try.”

“Oh, shut up!” Fives yelled, grinning mischievously as he brushed his hand and forearm over the water’s surface in Jesse’s direction, splashing him.

“That’s how you wanna do it, you runt?” Jesse played along and began splashing back.

As if that gesture were a galactic beckoning for the clones, the pool almost instantly became filled with troopers wanting to partake in the splash battle. You giggled as you watched them splash and wrestle playfully—the scene in front of you was probably the best definition of “boys being boys.” You loved it, and laughter wouldn’t stop leaving you. For the duration of that night, you hadn’t enjoyed anything more than what was currently playing out in front of you.

However, across the pool, the same pair of piercing amber eyes glared past the scene and into you, but you weren’t taking notice of that anymore.

It only took a few seconds for the clones’ splash war to no longer be about you, and the water flying in from multiple directions was beginning to get out of hand. Wiping a couple of drops that had fallen near your eyes, you got up and made your way towards the chair where you’d left your things. You slipped your feet into your sandals, smiling at the sound of the racket behind you blending with the music, and then you took the cream-colored shawl you’d taken to the party and wrapped it around your hips in a makeshift skirt. You were in the mood for a drink now, but while the water wars ended, you figured you’d hit the powder room to adjust your suit.

Crosshair watched you from where he stood, his eyes following your silhouette as you walked from the pool to the lounge. Every time your right leg came forward, your skin was exposed by the edges of the fabric wrapped around your hips, offering him a teasing glimpse of your thigh. He picked up on the sway of your hips, the delicate left and right of every step that you took, partnered perfectly with your hands coming back and forth in tandem with your stride. As you walked past the chairs and the tables, Crosshair took in how gracefully your hair framed your face, as well as how perfectly the top of your bathing suit framed your breasts and the top half of your belly, letting him see the skin just above your belly button only for the smoothness to stop just above your womb, where the shawl began.

Fuck. He suppressed a groan. Did you even have any idea how sensual you looked? Clearly you didn’t, why else would you waste yourself on all those amateurs trying to impress you with a basic flex and a splish-splash of water?

You’d made it to the common mirror just outside the restrooms and looked at your reflection in the flattering warm lighting. You combed through your hair using your fingers, trying to achieve a carefree look, a blend between messy and done that seemed right for the night. When you were done with that, you eased a few creases on the fabric of your shawl and tightened the knot—you didn’t want that getting loose on accident—and you smoothed out the top of your bathing suit as well. Once you were ready to head back out into the party, you turned around and began making your way where you came from. Your thoughts on what cocktail you were gonna get were interrupted by a tall, lean silhouette dressed in black coming into view. The sight of those amber eyes made you stop in your tracks, and you couldn’t help the little grin that appeared on your lips.

“Look who finally decided to socialize,” you teased him.

Crosshair scoffed, his eyes looking aside as he did. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t waste my time or energy with you.”

You placed your hands over your heart, faking a heartache. “Must you hurt me so?”

“I’m not particularly happy with you,” Crosshair crooned.

You giggled. “You’re never happy with anyone. And you of all people have no reason to hold anything against me, you never even let yourself open up to me.” Your gaze softened and you took a step towards him, holding your fists behind your back and pouting up at him. “Why won’t you let me in, Crosshair?”

Again, he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here for this.”

“Something tells me you did,” you answered. “Here I am, what do you want with me?”

“Nothing,” Crosshair nearly spat the word out.

You raised a brow. No one in that party could deny how insightful you were, not even him.

Crosshair scoffed again. “Fine, I’ll bite.”

“Please do,” you couldn’t resist the urge to say.

“Maybe I didn’t like the way the others were making fools out of themselves for your attention,” Crosshair glared. “It was pathetic to watch.”

“Ah,” you crossed your arms, nodding slowly. “So you’re jealous.”

“Fuck, no,” Crosshair smirked. “I just wouldn’t be caught dead being a complete idiot like that.”

“So you aren’t jealous?” You smirked back.

“No.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to stab someone?” Your smirk widened.

You’d cornered him, and Crosshair hated that. He was used to always having the upper hand, the higher ground, to being on top of everything. Nothing could ever surprise him, and when it did, it only meant he’d screwed up. The fact that you had just done that in the most leisurely of settings made him want to puke.

“Forget this,” he said, his silhouette beginning to turn around.

“I didn’t take you for the type to run away, Crosshair,” you said as your hands went over to your hips and you shifted your weight onto your left side, emphasizing the curves of your silhouette.

Crosshair faced you again, his gaze darkening at the little pose you’d adopted. You noticed his eyes running down your body, but when they met yours again, his gaze hardened.

“Fuck you,” he said, without hesitating.

You scoffed, looking at him from head to toe as well. “Fuck me yourself, you coward. I’d like to see if you can.”

He scoffed, his thin lips curving into a smile as he made his way towards you painfully slowly. Hovering in front of you, he took his fingers up to your chin, tilting your face up, making your breath hitch despite your witty exterior.

“You better be damn serious about that, doll,” Crosshair purred with hungry eyes.

“What, did I stutter?” Your breath shook as you whispered, and your hand snaked up his abdomen and felt his chest over the black shirt he wore. “What other way do I have to tell you I want this?”

The hand that was on your chin traveled back and down to cup the side of your neck, firm, but never hard enough to hurt you. Crosshair’s fingertips rested gently on your nape, and his other hand went up and joined the first in perfect symmetry. He pressed his body closer to yours, never breaking eye contact with you, and your heart beat so fast you were afraid he’d be able to hear it through your chest. He was devastatingly handsome, looming over you, watching you with lustful eyes foreboding passion. It didn’t matter where you were. It didn’t matter if there were people outside—they were enjoying their own night, they didn’t have to be involved in what only concerned you and Crosshair. All that mattered was the sensation of his hands on your skin, your hands over his chest, and the heat beginning to boil low in your stomach.

You half-expected another snarky remark, another sneer coming from Crosshair just to test the waters, but you basked in the mercy of the satisfaction that came when Crosshair finally crashed his lips down on yours. He stepped towards you and you stepped backwards, stumbling into the bathroom for him to lock the door behind him when you were both already inside. The music continued to boom from the party outside, as did the cheers and the laughter from everyone blissfully ignorant of the fire catching between you and the marksman. You didn’t have to worry about being heard.

You blindly walked backwards with your fists tugging at Crosshair’s shirt, your mind swarming with the concept of him as he devoured your lips with luscious kisses and mischievous nibbles. You felt your back bump into the wall next to the sink, and he pressed you onto it, letting you feel the erection growing under his pitch-black boxer bathing suit. You whimpered at the hardness and let your hands travel up his chest and around his shoulders until the tips of your fingers found his silver hair, which you twirled and tugged hoping to get a sound from him. Crosshair pleased you by letting out a low grunt and grew more passionate with every tug you gave to his hair.

One of the hands that was on your neck traveled down to your waist and kneaded your flesh with his fingertips, freeing your neck for him to take his kisses down to that sensitive skin he so badly wanted to mark. You shuddered when you first felt Crosshair suck on your neck, and you were astounded at his ease to find your sweetest spot. He nibbled and sucked such that you were certain there would be a maroon mark on your skin, and you enjoyed every second of it. You were enjoying the idea of coming out of that bathroom with that mark on your neck for everyone to see, and something told you Crosshair would get a kick of it as well, parading you in front of everyone else to show them how it’s really done.

When he was finished with your neck, Crosshair moved down your body leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles whilst feeling every inch of your body he could, including your hardened nipples over the fabric of your swimsuit, until he was on his knees in front of you. His hands greedily squeezed the flesh of your buttcheeks as he focused his kisses on your lower abdomen, just above the line where your shawl and the bottom of your bathing suit began. Unwilling to wait much longer to finally taste you, Crosshair curled his fingers around your bathing panties and pulled them down your legs with ease. You stepped out of them for him to hand them to you for you to hold in one hand, and when your other hand went to undo your top, he was quick to stop you.

“No, doll,” Crosshair purred. “You’re keepin’ that on.”

You giggled at him in response, and by his actions, he didn’t intend for you to remove that shawl either. Part of you would have preferred for Crosshair to have already been shirtless at this point, but any sort of thought faded when Crosshair took one of your legs and wrapped it around his back—it was only until then you became aware that your aching cunt was finally exposed to him.

Crosshair split the fabric of your shawl and placed it over your hips to keep it out of the way; he held your butt with one hand to keep you steady while he used his index and thumb fingers on his other hand to lift the hood of your clit. Your mind barely had a second to ponder on the fact that he knew what he was doing, and when you felt his tongue begin to brush over the pearl of your clit, your whole world faded. A deep moan escaped you, and your head fell back to the wall as your chest heaved at every sensation Crosshair gifted you with. You slipped farther from sanity and nearer into bliss, feeling he’d tip you over the edge in an obscenely small amount of time.

Switching between luscious kissing and precise sucking, Crosshair turned you from confident temptress to whimpering mess, pleased at the idea of having you at his mercy. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, and your hand reached down to find his hair again, twirling and tugging at his beautiful silver locks. You drew a moan from Crosshair, and its vibrations resonated deep within your flesh, finally finishing you off. Your already helpless moaning turned into pleading mewls as the pleasure that focused on your clit exploded into beautiful flames invading every corner of your body. Your muscles tensed as you squirmed, knowing it was only Crosshair’s grip keeping you upright. You were oblivious to the amount of times you whimpered his name, you only had the headspace to rut your hips against him, as if you weren’t feeling enough mind-erasing pleasure already.

You wanted more. You wanted his fullness, his touch. You wanted him.

Crosshair emerged from between your legs as if he were coming up for air after a long swim. You were dazzled, panting in the aftermath of every wave of pleasure you’d just felt, but you managed to look down and see him smirking proudly. Crosshair grunted as he stood up, towering over you again, and just when you were beginning to make sense of the world around you again, you saw him pulling down his bathing shorts to reveal a long, hard erection waiting just for you.

You couldn’t help but moan at the sight, making him chuckle with pride.

“Got room for some more?” Crosshair asked.

You nodded frantically, and without hesitation, Crosshair firmly grasped your ass and lifted you, resting part of your weight on the sink beside you. You clung to him, needily wrapping your legs around his waist, and he could only hum at the sight, pleased. After the painful wait, you finally felt Crosshair sliding himself into you, hissing at the initial stretch of your flesh only for you to moan when it became the most incredible sensation you’d ever experienced.

And Crosshair took it from there. Holding you firmly, he took care of every movement. Your arousal made it easier for him to slip in and out of you at whatever speed he desired, and you could tell he wasn’t planning on putting anything off. He was quick, accurate, decisive, grunting low and seductive into your ear with every few thrusts into your hips. Your nails clawed into his upper back, moaning deeply as you tightened your legs around him as much as you could, and it heightened the sensations you felt.

As he continued to fuck deep into you, Crosshair made eye contact with you for a moment, his cocky exterior suddenly becoming caring, even soft. The thought of your prior conversation entered your mind—how long had he felt that way for you? How long had you been suppressing your own desires for him?

Now that you were in his arms, feeling all the pleasure he could give you, you were certain you were where you needed to be.

A tender moan of his name escaped you just before you felt the pleasure expand through your body again. The moans induced by this second orgasm were far louder and embarrassingly more lustful than those of the first, and Crosshair thrust his hips faster into you as he fisted your hair and gave it a light tug. Your vision went white as you succumbed to the pleasure, to him, until you felt the heat of his release inside you followed by soft, low-pitched moans that sealed every one of your feelings for him.

Carefully, he set you down, and once he was sure that your feet were firm on the ground, Crosshair went limp in front of you. His arms were the only thing that remained strong as he caged you to the wall, panting to recover his breath in tandem with you. His lips were close to yours, and you couldn’t help but reach your hands up to cup his face and kiss him gently. Crosshair kissed you back without a hesitation, retrieving his hands from the wall to place them over your wrists, pressing you deeper to him.

“You never had to be jealous, Crosshair,” you whispered.

“Don’t blame me,” he panted, “for getting a little unhinged at the thought of someone else trying to satisfy you.”

“Hey, if this is the result, I’ll take it any day,” you winked. “I should have known a tease and a challenge was all it took.”

Crosshair smirked at you and let his hands travel down to your waist, straightening his back and lifting your feet up with him. “Wanna show off your hickey?”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Crosshair chuckled and pecked your lips, setting you down on the floor again and pulling up his bathing suit again. “Come.”

You put the bottom of your bathing suit on and followed him out of the refresher with your arm linked in his, ready for all the stares you were about to receive. Crosshair would definitely show them all, and you never would have fathomed the idea of parading a fresh hickey in front of a group of men who were flirting with you minutes earlier, but if that love hadn’t made you a bit crazy, you wouldn’t have been doing it right.