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Halloweekend 😈
It’s your first time back in LA since your sleazy ex-boyfriend cheated on you. During your visit you’re invited with friends to a big Halloween house party. You take advantage of this opportunity as a way to bring your confidence back up by wearing a sl*tty costume. Your friend, Matt Sturniolo, can’t keep his eyes off of you the whole night…
matthew sturniolo x fem! reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety/ anxiety attacks, alcohol, marijuana/ drugs, suggestive sexual content
reader’s costume: https://pin.it/1ROVZdj
author’s note: I usually don’t like including pictures of what the reader is supposed to be wearing because everyone has a different body type, race, preference, etc… so please imagine yourself however you’d like but the pic is just for reference! also, there’s a text chain in this fic where orange text= Chris, blue= Matt, and purple= Nick (duh).
did not proofread this bc I’m lazy
You had been struggling with your confidence since your boyfriend of several months had cheated on you with some skimpy instagram model the last time you two went to LA together. After the break-up you had been constantly texting your best friend Matt Sturniolo because he knew you better than anyone— better than your ex ever did. You two grew up in Boston and became close friends in high school before the onset of his online success with his brothers. You were one of the few Boston friends he had who stuck close by and supported him through everything, and the three always invited you to LA to visit them whenever you could. You wanted to get away for a bit to get your mind off your ex and cure your shitty mood, and so Matt helped you book a flight out as you planned to stay with them in LA for a little bit. You’ve stayed with them in LA multiple times and subsequently became friends with LA girls like Madi Filipowicz and Paige Taylor.
You were currently out shopping with Madi and Paige for a last-minute Halloween costume. It was Halloweekend, and Madison Beer was hosting a big house party and invited the three of you and the triplets.
“Guys I don’t know… I’m kinda having second thoughts about going tonight.” You said hesitantly.
“Um no, absolutely not! We’re going to find the sexiest costume for you and you’re going to go and have all the guys fawning over you. Plus I already bought j’s for all of us so you can’t back out now.” Paige replies in a demanding tone.
“And Matt will be there too soooo…” Madi says suggestively.
“Okay for the millionth time nothing will ever happen between Matt and I! We’ve been friends too long and I just don’t think he sees me in that way.” You say back.
There was no doubt that you always had feelings for Matt, but you never acted on them afraid of ruining the friendship and losing him forever. So, you kept your mouth shut and tried to suppress these feelings by dating one douchebag after another which always ended disastrously. Madi and Paige were the only two who knew about your long-term crush on Matt and they’re always encouraging you to make a move or ask him out, but you’re afraid that just won’t ever happen.
“Whatever.” Madi laughs. “Come on, let’s try these on and we’ll get each others input and see which one looks best on each of us.”
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In the dressing room you had tried on costumes like “sexy nun,” “sexy devil,” “playboy bunny,” but you just weren’t feeling yourself in any of them. You opened and tried on the last costume in your basket. It was a sexy, lacy maids costume with thigh-high stockings and a cute lace choker with a bow. You spun around looking at yourself in the mirror from every angle, and honestly, you felt sexy as fuck. The skirt ended just below your ass making the bottom it peak out ever so slightly while the apron cinched your waist and the scoop neck accentuated your boobs nicely. You get a light knock at the door.
“Hey, find anything yet?” You hear Madi say. You open the door to the fitting room and step out into view with a smile plastered on your face.
“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.” Paige says making you smile even more.
***
The three of you were in Madi’s room making final adjustments to your hair and makeup before calling an Uber. You couldn’t lie, you were actually looking forward to having Matt see you dressed up like this. You felt so sexy and hot and hoped Matt would see you in the same way.
“Alright. Last one before we head out the door,” Paige says handing you and Madi each a shot. “Cheers!” You throw your head back as the liquid burns your throat and nose and you shaking your head a bit to alleviate the sting.
Calling Uber now see you soon! You texted in the group chat with you and the triplets.
Omfg about time u girls take foreverrrrr
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Cool we’re in the backyard rn we’ll wait here for you!
You step out of the Uber and follow the girls up the walkway to the front door leading yourselves in and greeting familiar faces as you walk through the house to the back porch. You get outside and see Chris already playing pong with Nate as Nick stands by their side chatting away with Madison. “Hey guys!” You say as Nick turns to you reaching to you for a hug.
“Oh my god you girls look fucking stunning!” Nick says to you Madi and Paige eliciting a thank you from everyone. Madi and Nick hug and get to talking while Madison and Paige do the same.
“Hey Y/N looking good! Nice to see you again!” Nate says politely extending his arm out for a side hug. You looked next to him to see Chris concentrating on his next shot before releasing the ball and sinking it into a cup across the table.
Chris turns to look at you and his eyes widen slightly. “Woah when the fuck did this happen?” He says putting his hands up.
“When did what happen?” You laugh.
“When did you get hot as fuck all of a sudden?” Chris says and you roll your eyes playfully— although his comment definitely made you feel good.
“Hey I’ve always been hot as fuck so thanks for finally noticing!” You say as the two of you reached out to hug one another. “Where’s Matt?” You had scanned the backyard and didn’t catch sight of him.
“Ummm not sure he was out here a minute ago.”
“Y/N! Come on we’re gonna go spark up over by the pool. Chris, you got a light on you?” Paige pushed between the two of you interrupting.
Chris reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter handing it to her, “Always.” He says with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Thanks you’re the best! Okay come on let’s go!” Paige grabs your arm and starts leading the way over to the pool.
“But— Wait I. Ugh… okay.” You sigh and give in letting her pull you through the crowd. She leads you to the area behind the pool slide where you see Madi and Nick already waiting for you two. Paige pulls the joints out of her bag and hands one to each of us, and gives Madi the lighter first to pass down the line. They light up, and once the lighter is passed into your hand you feel a tap on your shoulder.
“May I?” You turn around and are greeted by the piercing ice blue eyes of Matt Sturniolo. You smile, passing him the lighter and putting the joint up to your mouth as he covers the end with his hand and lights it for you. Something about this gesture, and his large hands wrapped on the lighter, was really doing it for you. You take a puff, inhaling and feeling your shoulders and body relax a bit.
“Well you definitely look different than how I last saw you this morning.” Matt smiles, laughing lightly.
“Mmhm well I hope it’s good different.” You reply. You were testing the waters being a little flirty with Matt for the first time.
“Oh yeah… very good.” He says as his eyes trail up and down your body making heat rise in your chest.
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The two of you continued to talk, passing the joint back and forth, and you couldn’t help but notice Matt’s unusual behavior. Every time you turned away and back to him you caught his eyes already planted on some part of your body before he’d move them back up to meet yours. It was obvious he was checking you out, and this only boosted your confidence even more.
“Come on let’s grab a drink.” You tossed the remainder of the joint and grab Matt’s hand and started walking. He entangled his fingers in yours as you walked. Pushing through the crowd you take a look back at Matt to see that his eyes were glued to your ass that became repeatedly visible with each step you took. You smile to yourself and bring him into the kitchen with you. It definitely wasn’t as crowded inside the house and you used that opportunity to try and have a little more privacy with Matt. You watch as Matt pours drinks into both your cups, and turns handing yours back to you.
“Do you want to go in the living room with me? Sit on the couch for a bit?” You asked Matt. He smiles, and this time he goes to grab your hand as he leads you towards the living room. You both slightly stop in your tracks once you enter the room.
“Hey there he is! Dude come sit with us you have to listen to this story!” Says Chris to Matt from the couch as he’s surrounded by friends standing or sitting on the floor in a circle. You hear Matt let out a small sigh before he sits next to Chris on the couch, and you next to Matt. Chris was going on and on with some crazy story from a Lil Skies concert with everyone listening intently, including Matt. It was painful having him sit right next to you in this moment because with your costume, the alcohol, and the weed you were feeling pretty hot and heavy. Chris continued on with his story leaving no room for you to interject, and you were dying to get Matt’s attention somehow. You waited for a brief pause in Chris’s speech to interrupt.
“Anyone need me to throw out or refill their cups? I figured it’s the least I could do given my current costume.” You say laughing lightly. The group laughs and nod as they reach for their cups. You get off the couch and go over to the guys sitting on the floor, and you bend over to grab their cups. You make sure to bend over right across from Matt ensuring he could get a perfect view up your small skirt. You collect the cups and turn back around to see Matt uncomfortably shifting in his seat as his face was blushing.
You leave to the kitchen to throw out most of the cups and refill a few drinks, and when you come back into the living room you see your previous seat next to Matt was occupied by some girl. She had her hand on his shoulder as she chatted him up.
That’s when you notice the girl sitting next to him is the same one your ex cheated on you with when you were in LA together.
You feel a ping in your chest and your stomach sinks. You put the cups down on the coffee table and turn away swiftly walking out of the living room. You scan your surroundings and feel your anxiety kicking in. Your heart starts racing, and your breathing becomes quicker and more staggered. You frantically walk through the crowd trying to find some sort of bathroom or bedroom you could be alone in. You find a door in the corner of the kitchen and open it to find a staircase leading to the basement. You close the door behind you and walk down the steps, turning on the light to see a couch with a television set and some speakers. You sit on the couch and put your hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat, and take a deep breath to try and control your breathing. A tear slips out from your eye and rolls down your cheek. All the confidence that you had built up tonight had just been shattered. You genuinely thought, for the first time ever during your friendship, that Matt might have seen you as more than the friend he has from high school. Stupid. I’m so fucking stupid for ever believing in some fantasy that Matt would have feelings for me. You thought to yourself as you quietly cried. You stayed like this for several minutes before you hear a door close and footsteps making their way down the stairs. You look and see Matt with an incredibly concerned look on his face.
“Hey, I was looking for you and someone said they saw you come down here. Are you okay?” He says in a soft tone. He comes and sits closely next to you on the couch as he places his hand on your back, gently rubbing it. You swallow the lump in your throat, and exhale deeply before speaking.
“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t been feeling great about myself since my ex cheated. I know we talked about this already and I said I was fine, but the girl he cheated on me with is this super skinny and hot instagram model… the one you were talking with on the couch actually.” You pause and look at Matt and he looks down for a moment. “And seeing who he cheated on me with, how she’s way prettier than me, has just made me feel bad about myself lately.” You say choking slightly on your words as you let more tears spill from your eyes.
Matt places his hands on your shoulders and gently turns for you to face him.
“Y/N, you wouldn’t believe the amount of eyes I’ve seen on you tonight. You are so beautiful. Stunning! And her? She’s an annoying bitch that none of us like anyways, especially me which is why I left right after she came to talk to me. Annoying bitch with your stupid fucking douche of an ex makes much more sense than the two of you being together. He didn’t deserve you at ALL. I was always telling my brothers how shifty and rude I thought he was, and I never liked him. He didn’t treat you the way you should been treated.” Matt says sternly.
“Thank you. I thought maybe tonight would’ve made me feel better. I couldn’t give less of a fuck what other guys were staring besides—” You cut yourself off. In your impaired state you were nearly about to tell Matt how you feel about him.
“Besides?” Matt interrupts your thoughts and his eyes scan your face. Waiting for an answer. You let out a deep sigh. Your lack of inhibitions getting the better of you.
“Besides you. I thought I might’ve caught you eyeing me up and down, or at least I was hoping you were. I’ve always had feelings for you, and I thought you didn’t feel the same until tonight. I took your glances as something more serious than it is. In reality I know it’s not like that, and I’m sorry.” Matt’s hands came off your shoulders and you look to see his face dropped sadness present in his expression. There was a long pause before his hand reached up to cup my cheek. His eyes flickered from mine down to my lips. He leans in and places a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back and speaking,
“Y/N, it is like that. I have always had feelings for you, but my anxieties and fears always get the better of me and I’ve never been able to tell you. God, I have been on edge all night just being in your presence because yes, I was eyeing you up and down, and this costume is driving me absolutely fucking wild.” He says as he places a hand on my thigh and gently caresses the lace of my stocking with his thumb. “Trust me I’ve been wanting to make a move on you all night, but I didn’t want you to think I wanted you in that way because with you I want so much more. I want everything. I want you.” He says sincerely, his eyes locking with yours.
You didn’t even give it a second thought before you crashed your lips onto his. He immediately kissed you back. The kiss got deeper and you gently bite his bottom lip and pull away. Matt groans as he slides his hand from your face to the back of your neck and pulls you in close for a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming the inside of your mouth. His other hand slides up your thigh making you whine and you move to straddle his lap. He puts his hands on the outside of your thighs, and you slide his hands backwards to land on your ass where he gives it a rough squeeze… making you whine and him moan into your mouth. He takes one hand and slides it up the nape of your neck, grabbing your hair and pulling your face away from his breaking the kiss. You look into Matt’s lust blown eyes.
“Let’s get out of here.” He softly whispers in your ear sending a chill down your spine…
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I haven’t made an archive of our own acc yet but when I do I am thinking an absolutely filthyyyyy part two. 🫣 no promises.
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#let’s trip tour#versus tour#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader
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steve harrington cockwarming and waking up to rough fucking PLEASEEEEE
the morning after
the thoughts racing through my head rn.... HERE YA GO ANON
content warnings: S M U T (if you're uncomfortable reading sexual situations, this fic might not be for you! 18+ READERS ONLY), swearing, p in v sex unprotected (wrap it before you tap it)
steve harrington x female reader
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after, a wild night of drinking, partying, and fucking, your eyes meet the bright sun peaking in through your blinds. closing one eye, you carefully look forward at the small clock on the table next to your bed. you were naked, of course. your boyfriend, steve, has a tight grip on you as he is still lost in sleep. the more you got back in a comfortable position, the more you realize he was still inside you. then you remembered,
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"let me stay inside you while we sleep, can't get enough of that pussy," he growled in your ear.
"well, i'm not going to say no to your cock in me all night long, since it's already been there forever now," you leaned forward to kiss him and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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his snores reach your ear as you gain more comfort. the feeling of him being inside you just turned you on. you grind yourself on his cock in an attempt to wake him up. you take his hand resting over your hip and grab your breast with it.
"steve," you moan, only to receive a small groan in return, "steve, wake up."
"it's so early, babe."
"no, i need you to fuck me," you grabbed the back of his head.
he opened one eye as he was curious to see if you were serious or not. once he realized you were not kidding, he found himself rock hard again.
in an instant, you found yourself underneath him as he lined himself up with your sensitive entrance. he slowly pushed himself into you, knowing you're already used to his length due to being inside you all night.
it was a feeling you'll never grow tired of. the feeling of being filled by the man you love. once you gave him the signal, he sped up his pace. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed him deeper inside you with your legs. you needed more.
"faster, harder, stevie, please," a long moan left your body. you mentally thanked God that your parents were away on business.
"someone's eager this morning," he raised himself on his knees to switch the angle up a bit.
"i'm just fucking horny," you set your hands behind your head for your tits to bounce freely.
steves eyes went to your breasts and watched in awe as his moves were making them bounce like that. the moans coming out of your mouth was music to his ears, he reminds you constantly that those sounds can only be heard by him only. he sped up the pace, chasing your highs, quickly finding your clit to give it some harsh rubs.
she gained enough power to flip the both of them over so she was on top, "sorry, i need a new angle."
you on top really made his cock hit your cervix a whole new way, and you were desperate for that feeling.
"no need to apologize, you taking control like that, babe, it was fuckin' hot," he grabbed your hips, most likely going to leave bruises, but you didn't care.
"oh, yeah, God, you're so fucking good at this," she steadied herself with her hands on his chest, brushing through the hairs. not everyone enjoyed steve's hairy chest, but you thought it was the sexiest thing ever. so who cares what other people think?
"steve, you close baby," you moaned, finding steve's hand and pressing his finger to your aching clit.
she grinded as fast as she could until she couldn't take it anymore as the pleasure was too strong. steve knew how to make you come undone with just the tip of his finger. you felt him come inside you as his cum attacked your walls. you were on the pill, so the two of you had nothing to worry about.
you fell on top of his chest, he stayed inside you until he fell soft.
"that was," you stared.
"amazing," he finished.
#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington x you#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things characters#stranger things imagine#my writings#my writing
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The Professor and his husband
Because it's novel canon that Sky becomes a university professor....
How often do you think Prapai shows up at university, riding his bike, in his sexiest racing jackets, to make sure everyone knows he's Sky's husband?
How soon do you think Sky's supervisors suggest that Prapai reduce the appearances, because he distracts teachers and students alike?
And he does.....but makes sure he sends food deliveries daily? He needs to make sure his husband is well fed, and hey, he can be the delivery person himself from time to time.
I'm sure the first time Prapai visited Sky's office, he was overjoyed to find his then-boyfriend had a private office. Also, he walked about the desk, making sure it was sturdy.
Sky caught him doing that and eyerolled at him.
But they did end up testing the desk out a couple times as the months went by. What else could they do, when Sky ended up working into the night grading projects?
Sky develops a minimalistic productivity system in his office, so his desk can be cleared in the blink of an eye if needed.
Namtan finds out that Sky has a private office now, because Prapai mentions it enough times. So she sends Sky a gift. A copy of her "for fucks sake" kit, to keep around. It has important items, such as makeup, needle and thread plus replacement buttons.
Prapai looks at the contents and laughs out loud.
Sky sighs in his snarky usual self, but is amused by it, and keeps it in one of the drawers.
Wouldn't you know it?...it comes in handy more than once.
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✖ Quiet Down Pt. 1 (M)✖
☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆
Word Count: approx. 8k
Pairings (based on each part): haechan x fem reader
Warnings (based on each part): mature audiences only, explicit language, bossy fem reader, smut, hand job, masturbation (male), c*m swapping, exhibitionism, co-worker relations, consensual relations, where did my brain go with this one?
Preview: Snorting on the inside you watch as Haechan attempts to seduce you. He must not have learned his lesson the last time he tried to get you to cave into him. Having little sleep last night, both excited and dreading this little long weekend getaway and the fact that Haechan is right, you are stuck with Renjun — you may be more affected by his advances, but considering your dead tired…there was only one option, to throw it back in his face and hope he leaves you alone. “If you saw me, why didn’t you come over and talk to me instead,” you lean into him keeping your voice to a whisper. “I mean, it was hard not to notice you. You looked very handsome,” you place your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart. “Your golden skin glistening in the sun. You were so,” placing your lips to his ear you giggle. “Yummy,” you whisper.
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“Haechan?” You turn to where she nonchalantly gestures with the upturn of her nose.
Sitting on the grass off the side of the garden on his suit jacket Haechan props himself up with his arms. Negating to eat anything during lunch today he leans back soaking in the sun. His already beautiful sun-kissed skin getting darker each passing day.
“Pass.” You go back to your phone.
“You fucking liar!” She scoffs. “We both know you would smash.”
Smirking you finish off the items you needed before turning back to look at Haechan. It’s true. Haechan is…tempting. So very tempting. You bring your fork from your salad up to your lips. The cold metal bringing goosebumps to your skin. Leaning farther back, resting on his elbows now, Haechan unbuttons the first three buttons on his white button-down shirt. Running a hand across the nape of his neck in the sexiest way humanly possible. Turning in your direction he slides the pair of sunglasses down sending a wink your way.
Sneering you turn away from him and back to Charlotte who was doing everything in power not to droll all over her Italian sub. It’s a known fact around the female section of your office that Charlotte has the biggest crush on Haechan. Being a married woman herself, she can’t act on impulse but that doesn’t stop her mind from wondering what it would be like to be with him. Glancing back to where Haechan was seated, noticing that he was still looking your way – actually his whole group of friends were looking towards you and Charlotte.
“The hell?” You mumble seeing their gazes on you. Shaking your head, you take a bite from your salad. “Sorry. Even though I would want to smash, boy would I ever want to, he himself thinks everyone wants to smash him.” You bring your attention back to your friend. “I wouldn’t do it at all.” Giggling to yourself at the thought of Haechan’s face when you deny him. The glare and pout of his lips followed by whiny demands that you give in to him. “It would piss him off so much.”
“And then he would throw you against your desk and fuck you from behind, is that the plan?” Charlotte asks.
“No,” you stab your fork into your salad a devilish smirk coming to you. “The plan is to get him to grovel on his hands and knees like the whiny little bitch he is.”
Gasping dramatically Charlotte throws you a knowing look. “Damn girl… Didn’t know you had a mistress kink.”
“I don’t,” you place your phone into your jacket pocket. “I just know that Haechan gets really whiny and sulky when he doesn’t get what he wants. He likes to act big and bad but he’s a total switch, sub leaning. I’d bet a $100 on it too!”
“Oh, I agree completely. Remember when he came up to you before the Christmas party asking if you had a date? The face he made when you flirted right back even to the point of running your hand up his arm had me screaming on the inside! He gulped so fucking loud! Not to mention his eyes said it all. He totally wanted you to use him any way you wished!” She licks her lips wiggling her brows. “I’d SMASH! 100%! He’s so fucking hot! I mean look at him,” she sighs lovingly, propping her face up with her hands. “His glowing skin, chubby cheeks, juicy thighs and that ass!” Her lower lip gets snagged between her teeth. “I’d fuckin’ eat that ass out while jerking him off if he’d let me!”
“Dude!” You grab her attention pointing to your food. “Don’t talk about eating ass when I’m eating!”
“Shut it, you whore! You know you’d do it too!”
“I wouldn’t! You do know what —"
She holds up a finger to your lips stopping you from finishing your question. Always seeming to be three steps ahead of you with everything. Then again, she knew you like the back of her hand.
She moves onto the next person in Haechan’s click. “Jeno, smash or pass?”
“Fucking smash are you kidding me?”
You don’t hesitate to answer. Jeno is gorgeous! Who wouldn’t want to smash him? Plus, the few times you’ve seen him sleeveless at the company ‘bonding retreats’ his arm muscles flexing every which way when everyone was together doing the activities. And then the one time he was in the pool, his length showing proudly when he came out of the water – his trunks sticking to him like glue. The mere image that’s now imprinted to your brain makes you clench your legs together. Unholy thoughts filling your head before you went to sleep for months after. Mainly you being contorted in every possible way while he slams his large cock into your wet core until your fucked brainless.
Shaking her head Charlotte takes a bite of her sub. “I’d pass. He’s gorg, don’t get me wrong but he’s too much of a gym rat. I’ve gotten a hug from him before when I got that promotion last year and he felt like a fucking rock. No lie. I don’t think he has much body fat. I mean imagine someone firm as stone pounding into your pussy. It already makes my pussy ache, and not in a good way. Not to mention the bruises you’d probably get. Nope not for me. I like my men to have some softness.”
“So, Haechan?” You snort.
Offended she growls towards you. “Hey! He’s perfect!”
Holding your hands up sensing her change in demeanor you placate her. “I never said he wasn’t. Remember I said I would totally smash after he was on his hands and knees begging. Plus, I like how he’s different too. It’s nice to see some guys not working out at the gym ALL THE TIME,” sighing you poke at your salad. “Even I’m getting tired of seeing Jaemin and Jeno’s gym selfies on Instagram.”
“Not only that but what’s with Jaemin having so many pictures of Jeno?” Charlotte side eyes Jaemin from across the small path separating the six of you. “Do you think they might be…”
“Jaemin and Jeno?!” You look towards them letting her question sink in. “I mean, I wouldn’t be shocked if they were but wasn’t Jeno making out with his assistant? It was at the Christmas party; I swear I saw him groping her ass with his tongue down her throat.”
“Eh?! No…way…isn’t she like…married?”
“You know what,” realization hits you. “You’re fucking right, she is! I remember we threw her a small bridal shower a few years back. Damn, must be rough waters in the relationship.”
“Our she’s a thirty hoe,” Charlotte snickers. “Since we’re on the topic of Jaemin, smash or pass?”
“I’d absolutely smash,” you sigh pushing your salad away feeling far too hot and horny to even think about food. “He’s so hot. I mean I would gladly be his submissive princess any time any day. Mother fucker is too sexy to say no to.”
“You’re such a whore!” Charlotte cackles like a hyena garnering everyone’s attention, including Haechan and his friends. “You little slut!” She practically screams to the world.
“Charlotte! Shut. The. Fuck. Up” You smack her arm.
“I can’t…” she throws her head back in laughter. “You are so fucking amazing…” she wipes her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” you turn to Haechan’s group of friends noticing a set of eyes staring towards you and Charlotte. Immediately they lower their head and find refuge in playing with the laces of Haechan’s dress shoes. “You never asked about Renjun,” smirking you hear her laughter die down immediately. “Smash or pass?”
“Pass. Never! Not in a million years! What about you my little slut, smash or pass?”
“Pass as well. I don’t think he’s even into women,” you stare at him noticing his ears have turned a bright shade of pink. “I’ve never seen him with anyone aside from Haechan and the others. It’s weird if you think about it. I mean I wouldn’t care if he was but he just…he doesn’t leave their sides.”
“Agree. But now that we’re done with them, what about —"
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“Finally… the weather cleared up,” Haechan sighs taking off his jacket before placing it on the ground. “I thought we’d have to be stuck inside for the whole day.” He leaves out a huge sigh as he sits under the sun, his head already being thrown back.
“You make it seem like we weren’t just outside yesterday,” Renjun joins him.
“I just meant that this whole is it going to downpour or is it going to stay sunny thing the weathers been doing is getting ridiculous.”
“They do say the weather is unpredictable. It does what it wants when it wants.” Renjun peels back some plastic wrapping from his ham and cheese sandwich. “Did you get everything done in the copy room?”
“Ugh, can we not talk about work? It’s called a break for a reason.” He reaches into his pocket pulling out his sunglasses.
“So, that means you didn’t get it done, huh?” Jaemin plops down next to Renjun. “Charlotte’s going to be up your ass when we get back inside.”
“I think you mean I’ll be up her ass,” he smirks in Jaemin’s direction. “Do you think I’m an idiot? All I have to do is sit back while papers are printed out. Not rocket science.”
“You do it on purpose?” Jeno sits on the opposite side of Jaemin next to Renjun. “Why do you do that?”
“He likes the attention,” Renjun sighs. “Also, he likes when she yells at him.” He takes a bite of his sandwich. “It’s a kink of his.”
“Dude…really?” Jeno chuckles. “What you want a woman to put you in your place?”
“No, I want her to think she’s putting me in place and when the time is right, I’ll go and pound into her pussy so hard she’ll see stars.” He licks his lips. “And have you seen Charlotte? Those juicy thighs of hers will be the death of me. And when we were on that company retreat, her wetsuit showed her puffy —"
“Enough! Have some respect for her!” Renjun growls. “Plus, she’s married!”
“She’s married?” Haechan pulls down his glasses to see Renjun’s face.
“Yeah, she’s is. So, stop talking about her like some horny teenager.”
Sliding up his sunglasses Haechan leans his head back. “Sorry, not all of us are as pure as you,” He rolls his eyes under his sunglasses.
“I never said I was pure,” Renjun mumbles. “I just don’t talk about that kind of stuff…”
“‘That kind of stuff?’” Jaemin nudges him. “We’re all bros here it’s okay you know. We won’t judge.”
“Speak for yourself!” Jeno glares in Haechan’s direction. “This little shit didn’t let me forget that night at the Christmas party for months!”
“Not my fault you were dry humping a married woman with your tongue down her throat. Plus, it didn’t seem like she or you were complaining much so why get pissy about it?”
“Because I was drunk off my ass that’s why!” Jeno throws a water bottle at Haechan almost hitting his dick in the process.
“Watch the merchandise! I’ll need it for the upcoming company retreat!” Haechan shouts.
Jaemin whispers looks towards you and Charlotte, “hey, we’ve got some company…”
Scoffing Haechan leans back on his elbows turning in the direction you and Charlotte were sitting. “Knew she found me hot,” he smirks. “But then again, who doesn’t?”
“It’s not Charlotte who’s looking at you,” Jaemin snickers.
“Eh?” Haechan lowers his glasses to see your eyes meeting his. “No…fucking…way…Well, isn’t this interesting,” he starts to unbutton his shirt. “Didn’t think she liked me.” He runs a hand over his neck while he keeps you in his peripheral vision but not without sending a wink your way.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Renjun asks shocked.
“Giving our little peeping tom a show,” he licks his lips.
Renjun reaches over smacking Haechan’s hand. “Stop that!”
“Yeah,” Jeno shivers. “You’re grossing us out. Plus, she was just looking over here. Doesn’t mean she thinks you’re hot.”
“The hell it doesn’t! I saw the look in her eyes. She was screaming for me to fuck her out here in the open. I bet she’s a freak in bed. What do they say…’a lady in the streets a freak in sheets?’ Bet she’s a screamer too. She’s always sweet and soft spoken…I know she’s a whore in the bedroom.”
“Doesn’t matter what you think,” Jeno leans in keeping his voice down. “I’m not bullshitting, I saw her and Charlotte making out at the Christmas party.”
Haechan rips his glasses off his face. Eyes wide as saucers. “You’re a fucking liar! They did not!”
“I swear I saw it! Went to take a piss and there they were…Charlotte had her pressed up against the wall. If I didn’t have to piss so bad, I would have stayed and watched the show. Fucking hot as hell.”
“Sh-She-She’s gay?!” Renjun gasps looking in your direction. “She can’t be…” he whispers to himself but Jaemin catches it.
“Wait a second. Renjun,” his hand rests on Renjun’s shoulder as he peeks his head around to see more of his face. “Don’t tell me you like her…”
“Wh-What?!” Renjun’s voice cracks.
“You’re shitting me,” Jeno starts laughing. “You like her, don’t you?”
“I-I-I never said I did!” Renjun starts whining. “Stop playing, I was just shocked to find out she and Charlotte kissed that’s all. I swear!” He holds his hands up.
Haechan sits up into a seated position. His head tilting at his best friend’s words. “You do like her,” he points an accusatory finger. “Admit it! Damn this is too good!” He starts to laugh along with Jeno. “The offices angels in love! How fucking rich is this?!”
“Shut up!” Renjun tackles him his hands going straight to Haechan’s throat. “I never said I liked her.”
Haechan doesn’t stop laughing despite Renjun’s pleads. “You totally do! Want me to tell you what she’s like in bed? Get you the inside scoop?” He wiggles his brows.
“Knock it off!” Renjun’s grip on his neck tightens.
“Oh, someone’s getting mad,” he snickers. “Bet you wouldn’t have the balls to even talk to her.”
“I can talk to her if I wanted too! I just don’t want to!” With one final squeeze of Haechan’s throat Renjun pushes himself off of him and goes back to his spot, his sandwich long since squished. “Fucking dick…” he mumbles.
“It’s okay if you do like her,” Jaemin gives Renjun a squeeze. “She is really pretty. I don’t blame you. Plus, she’s nice and is a hard worker. Unlike someone we know,” he glances at Haechan.
“Yeah, so what if she made out with Charlotte,” Jeno looks to where Charlotte was now cackling her head off. The word ‘slut’ gaining everyone arounds attention as well as your stressed-out face. “They seem to be really close friends.”
“Close friends who make out?” Renjun sighs. “Look, I just…I just think she’s pretty, okay? I’m not saying I like her. I just…” he turns in your direction your eyes meeting again for the second time today. “I…”
“Fifty bucks you won’t have the balls to talk to her,” Haechan smirks. “You have an entire week to go up to her and have an actual conversation. Not just a ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’ A full length thirty plus minute conversation. I’ll even give you $200 if you kiss her by the end of the week.”
“I’ll double down on that,” Jeno chimes in.
“Guys, for real,” Jaemin looks between Jeno and Haechan. “This isn’t something you bet on. Renjun really likes –”
“You think I won’t?!” Renjun stands his arms glued to his side. His hands in tight fists turning his knuckles white in the process. “I’ll show you! I’ll show all of you! Fucking jerks!”
Renjun storms off back into the building through the side door. Garnering the attention of everyone around at his sudden explosion of emotion – Charlotte and yourself included.
“Did you have to do that?” Jaemin sighs standing up, dusting off his pants.
“What? He won’t do it. He’s too shy to talk to anyone but us. How he’s managed to have us as friends is still shocking.”
“Grow the fuck up, Haechan.” Jaemin leaves heading straight for the side door Renjun walked through.
“What’s up with him? He on his period or something?” Haechan asks Jeno.
“No, you’re just an ass.” He lays back onto the grass enjoying the sunny day. “But since I’ve decided to enter the bet, I guess I’m on your side for now,” he peeks up giving Haechan a smirk. “Think he’ll actually go through with it?”
Haechan turns to look at you and Charlotte getting up from the table you were sitting at and throwing your trash away. “If he’s smart, he will.”
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This couldn’t be happening. Your eyes dart from one person to the next as bright cheers and smiles fill the larger-than-life conference room. No, seriously, this had to be some kind of joke. One-by-one, your boss holds open a large black top hat and those on the right side of the room, which you stand, were to pick from the hat drawing names on folded pieces of printer paper. Sasha, one of your friends at the office jumps for joy when she opens her paper seeing Jaemin’s name written in bold letters. Charlotte on your left side as well gasps when she pulls out Haechan’s name. The universe seeming to favor your two friends over yourself today. How could this have happened? What in your past life or current life ended you in this pickle?
“Who did you get?” Sasha squeals as she holds your hand up revealing the name that you chose. “No way,” her hand falls from your wrist.
“What? Who did she get?” Charlotte leans over to you her body freezing as she sees the name written in the same bold black font as Haechan and Jaemin’s. “Man, that sucks for you…” She snickers.
“This has to be a joke,” you mutter more to yourself than to anyone else.
“It isn’t. I’m sorry to say that you are not in the Twilight Zone.” Charlotte's hand firmly grips your ass cheek making you jump and swat her hand away. “Have fun in the land of celibacy,” she giggles.
“What the hell?!” You scream at her.
“Well, I’ve got to go to my man,” she waves Haechan’s name in the air. “He’s waiting for me.” She starts to head across the room light on her feet. “Oh, Haechan!!” She sings out over the chatter of your co-workers.
“Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think,” Sasha rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I mean, at least he’s nice, right? I’m sure you’ll have an amazing time.” She kisses your cheek a pout on her face. “I’m going to go and talk to Jaemin now, okay?”
“Uh, y-yeah,” smiling as best you could your friend follows the same path as Charlotte had moments before where both Haechan and Jaemin were sitting down. Haechan now talking to Charlotte happily.
It just didn’t make sense. How in the hell did Charlotte end up drawing Haechan’s name out of the hat? There are over thirty guys working on your floor and she just so happened to pull the name of the one guy she’d roll over onto her back for if he asked her to? And Sasha? Lord knows you love her but what the hell?! How did she get Jaemin? Even she pulled out her crush. Looking down at the name in the paper you drew your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach.
This was supposed to be a fun weekend. The whole company going to a lakefront hotel to do another round of bounding before the new quarter starts and everyone is forced to focus on the massive amounts of deadlines for the magazine. How the hell did you get the one person who can single handedly ruin this trip for you?
“Um, h-hello,” a soft whisper of a voice causes you to shake your head.
“Yes?” You turn in the direction of the voice to discover, Huang Renjun.
Freezing in an upright position, chest up, arms back, and head facing forward aside from it darting around the room to find everyone paired up already. Rigidly, as if you were the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz still extremely rusted, you turn in Renjun’s direction.
“We are, uh, partner’s, right?” He asks his head low. His fingers twisting together nervously. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I-I-I’m Huang Renjun,” he finally looks up as he extends his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Like on autopilot you say a quick hello and shake his hand. That is…until you noticed how small his hand is. It was actually…adorable? Not much bigger than your own. Trying not to stare you keep your eyes fixated on Renjun’s face. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Not taking much notice to him aside from a few encounters in the elevator with Sasha and Charlotte along with you, keeping yourself pressed in the corner disinterested in what they were going on about – and earlier this week when Charlotte asked if you would smash or pass him, it was the first time you had a close look at Renjun’s face. He’s positively adorable.
Gorgeous alabaster skin, twinkling dark brown eyes that seem to sparkle under the fluorescent lighting in the conference room. His round framed glasses giving him a webtoon character look. The type of guy who is the shy office nerd, most likely collecting manga or binges anime like his life depends on it – but just like Clark Kent, he has a secret about him. A secret waiting to be unfolded. In this very moment a spark shoots through your heart. A secret that is hidden behind Renjun’s eyes. Drawing you closer to him.
Your eyes travel down to his soft pink lips that glisten and his smile, lord does he have the sweetest smile. Slowly you turn into a puddle as he continues to babble about how excited he is to be partnered with you. He’s so pure and innocent. Everything about Renjun screamed virtuous. An earthly angel. A gift sent down from heaven to remind humanity that heaven is in fact, for real.
“I can’t believe we’re partners! Not to mention the lakefront hotel? It looks like it’ll be a lot of fun!” He gushes. “I hope we can become close after this.”
“Cl-Close?” You ask.
Nodding eagerly, he beams his ethereal light upon you. Instantaneously you’re showered in joy and tranquility. Heaven’s gates opening up to you. Signifying you have a place waiting for you, with this beautiful angel as your guide.
“Yes! I’ve admired you for quite some time,” he lowers his head bashfully. “I, uh, I was hoping one day I would be able to partner up with you. Now that it’s happening,” he peeks up his long dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. “I can’t help myself from hoping we’ll become friends after this.”
Friends? Renjun wants to become friends? That is…that has to be… Holding your arms tightly against your frame, resisting the urge to open your arms and welcome him into a tight embrace and smothering his cute adorable face in smooches you give him a polite nod.
“I hope we can become close as well, Renjun. I do want to warn you…when it comes to the group activities, I can be a bit bossy. I don’t like to lose at all. So, I won’t go easy on you.”
That part is true. Despite the huge urge to give up everything you owned for this beautiful angelic man in front of you, you weren’t going to baby him at all. The company bounding trips were to create a better work environment where everyone can become familiar with each other, but it was also the time for fun competitive games. Last year you ended up being partners with Jaehyun and you found out the hard way how shitty it was to lose. Both Jaehyun and yourself getting the worst room if you could even call it a room. Two beds so close that you were basically sleeping side-by-side. A tiny bathroom that had you hunched over like you were in one of those tiny houses. It was terrible! How your boss found that resort was beyond you, but this time you were determined to come out on top or at least within the top five.
Then again…a strange thought pops into your head. Being squished in a small room with Renjun. His glasses laying on the night stand. His large eyes staring into yours as you wish each other a good night, but when your eyes meet a tether of electricity seething between the two of you. Pulling you closer together until your sharing the same breath. His tongue skating over his lips, while you run your hand through his short black hair…
Shaking your head, you pull yourself away from that thought. That would never happen. Not with the way he’s gushing about wanting to be friends and to be close to you and how much he admires you. He’s talking more like a fan than a lover. Solidifying your theory that Renjun in fact doesn’t like women.
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“What the fuck am I going to do?” You lay back onto your bed staring at your ceiling. “How did this happen?” You ask both Charlotte and Sasha who you were currently on a call with.
“It won’t be that bad,” Sasha tries to calm you down. “He’s a sweetheart. Trust me, I worked with him on the one article about the actress having an affair and he literally was super sweet to her despite the fact she was a lying cheating hoe. I mean she was cheating on Dustin Smith, like how can he be nice to her when that bitch cheated on the father of my future children?”
“Sasha…” you groan.
“Okay, okay, but seriously, he’s a nice guy.”
“That’s not her problem Sasha,” Charlotte finally speaks up. “Her problem is that she wanted to get some dick this trip and she’ll be left dry humping a pillow.”
“I never said I wanted to get dick this trip!” You sit up angrily. “Don’t put words in my mouth!”
“Please, you know you’ve been going through a dry spell. Hoping you’d get partnered up with Jaehyun again?” She growls playfully. “You want some of that hot prince cock,” she starts cackling.
"What makes you think she won’t get any this trip?” Sasha asks Charlotte.
“Renjun, he’s unsmashable, duh.”
“Unsmashable?” Sasha asks. “What the hell does that mean?”
Clarifying you sigh loudly, “we were playing smash or pass and we both confirmed we would pass on Renjun.”
“Well, that’s rude, you don’t even know him.” Sasha mumbles. “I don’t think he’s unsmashable. He’s just innocent. Probably doesn’t have a lot of experience.” She tries her best to defend him. “What makes him unsmashable?”
“The fact that he’s clearly gay,” Charlotte states. “I mean have you heard about him dating anyone, making out with them at the holiday parties? No! Because he’s clearly gay.”
“Says the two who were clawing at each other at the Christmas party! Oh! And one of them being a married woman!”
“Shut up!” Both you and Charlotte scream over the phone.
“We were drunk off our asses and my hubby was being a prick during that time,” Charlotte mumbles.
Nodding despite the fact they can’t see you. “We weren’t in the right state of mind back then.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t judge anyone until you get to know them. I don’t think he’s gay. I’ve never gotten that vibe from him. He’s just innocent. I’m sure once you get to know him, you’ll find out the answer to all of your questions. Just give him a chance. He’s super sweet.”
“She wants some of Renjun’s dick apparently,” Charlotte teases.
“Can’t agree with you more,” you start laughing finally feeling better about the trip tomorrow.
Sasha grumbles two seconds from hanging up on the two of you, “I hate you both.”
“WE LOVE YOU SASHA!”
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Taking a seat towards the back of the bus you pull out your phone and AirPods. This was going to be an over four-hour drive to the lakefront and you made sure that you would keep yourself busy. Something about relaxing music while watching the scenery change from the busy city life to the quiet suburb and country life to the shore that helps create a calmness within you. Gearing you up for a nice trip before a hectic quarter. Just as you press the play button the open spot next to you dips down. Thinking it was Charlotte or Sasha you don’t bother to look up.
“I was wondering when you would get here. Have to take Richard to work again?” You ask thinking it was Charlotte.
“Not sure who Richard is so no, I didn’t have to take him to work.” An unfamiliar voice speaks up.
Gasping you turn to find the person was neither Sasha nor Charlotte but the evil little shit himself, Haechan.
“Wh- What are you doing? Why are you sitting here?”
Offended he places a hand over his heart. “Is this not a free country? Can’t a man sit anywhere he pleases?”
“Yeah…but…”
“But what? I saw you sitting back here all alone and thought you looked sad. So, I’m here to cheer you up! They don’t call me Fullsun for no reason.”
“Fullsun?” You scoff. “What is that supposed to mean and why does being a ‘Fullsun’ have anything to do with me?” You inquire.
“Well, if you haven’t noticed I have beautiful tan skin and I make everyone happy. So, Fullsun. Why it has something to do with you…I’m here to make you a very happy woman,” he leans in placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
Shocked by his bold move you stare at him with dead eyes. “Did I give you permission to do that?” You flatly ask going back to your phone. “Also, who says I’m not happy? I’m perfectly content with everything at the moment. Thank you very much.”
“Even with being partnered up with Renjun?” He asks leaning his face close to yours. “You know I saw you looking at me the other day,” he places his hand on your thigh. “I was waiting for you to come over and talk to me.”
Snorting on the inside you watch as Haechan attempts to seduce you. He must not have learned his lesson the last time he tried to get you to cave into him. Having little sleep last night, both excited and dreading this little long weekend getaway and the fact that Haechan is right, you are stuck with Renjun — you may be more affected by his advances, but considering your dead tired…there was only one option, to throw it back in his face and hope he leaves you alone.
“If you saw me, why didn’t you come over and talk to me instead,” you lean into him keeping your voice to a whisper. “I mean, it was hard not to notice you. You looked very handsome,” you place your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart. “Your golden skin glistening in the sun. You were so,” placing your lips to his ear you giggle. “Yummy,” you whisper.
“Fuck…” he gulps loudly moving his body closer to you. “I, uh, I didn’t think you, uh, liked me at all…” his eyes tremble in anticipation.
“Quite the contrary,” you slide your hand down his chest stopping at his tummy. Watching as he takes a sharp inhale. “I like you a lot.”
“Fuck, I hate Renjun right now,” he growls. “Why couldn’t you have pulled my name? Or switched with Charlotte?” He grabs your hand moving it lower, past the top of his pants. “You’re so hot.”
He places your hand over his hardening cock. Shocked your head shoots up looking around at the bus starting to fill up. He must be out of his mind! This wasn’t funny at all. On a bus! Where there are people! Not just people but people who you work with! Turning back to Haechan his lips are parted, eyes hooded, and his golden skin shows faint signs of turning red. He was already this aroused?!
“What exactly do think you’re doing?” You ask him trying to keep your cool. Never did you think your small teasing would have you in this predicament.
Moving your hand across his pelvis Haechan breathes in a shaky breath. “I think I’m starting my weekend off now,” he sits up as Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun head back to where the two of you were. “Fuck! Switch spots with me.” He gets up hopping up onto the seat. “Hurry!”
Quickly you move so that you’re on the outside and Haechan is on the inside. As the two of you get situated a throat clears next to you. Looking up you find Renjun and Jaemin staring down at you.
“G-Good morning,” you gulp hoping they don’t notice Haechan’s little problem.
“Good morning,” Jaemin beams. His smile truly the undoing of every man and woman’s hearts. “I didn’t expect to see the two of you together.” He gestures to Haechan and yourself.
“Just getting better acquainted,” Haechan wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Plus, I need to vet her to make sure she won’t hurt our man.”
Your head whips to Haechan. “Vet me?” You ask through gritted teeth.
Haechan gives you a look before smiling. Clearly telling you to go along with what he was saying otherwise you’ll be caught. “Renjun is very shy. Just checking out his partner is all. As his best friend it’s my responsibility to look after him.”
“And as her best friend it’s my job to call you out on your bullshit!” Charlotte’s voice appears in front of you and Haechan. “Admit it, Haechan, you’re smitten.” She sends you a wink before taking notice to Haechan’s lap. Her eyes going wide as she looks your way but you shake your head. Begging her with everything inside of you for her to keep what is clearly visual a secret.
“Renjun,” she calls still looking at you. “Since our partners are getting to know each other, why don’t we do the same?” She sends him a warm smile.
“I-I…” he looks at you lost and confused.
“Come on, I don’t bite.” She grabs his arm pulling him into the seat in front of you. “Jeno, Jaemin, sit there. We can talk easier this way!” She points to the seat across from her.
“Sure,” Jaemin shrugs giving Haechan a quick once over. “Why not?”
“What about Sasha?” You ask leaning over the seat, your face between Renjun and Charlotte’s. Turning to face Renjun you get a whiff of his shampoo. Even his damn shampoo makes him smell like an angel! What in the world is going on with this man?!
“Sasha is going to drive to the lakefront. She had an emergency last night. Her dad needed to go to the hospital. Don’t worry, she’s going to be there. Seems he just had a little fall is all.”
“Eh?!” You clammer to your feet. “Is he okay? Why is she still coming? Shouldn’t she stay with him?”
Waving you off Charlotte pushes you back with the tip of her finger. “She said he’s fine. He didn’t break anything and she’ll be at the lakefront around dinner time. Sorry Jaemin, looks like you’re going to have to represent both of you in the first game.”
Shrugging Jaemin sighs. “It can’t be helped. I just hope everything is fine.”
You were just about to ask one more question when a hand sliding up your leg has you looking behind you. Haechan now has his hand in his pants. His eyes half open while his lower lip snagged under his top teeth. Good lord this guy is crazy!
“Please,” he grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.
You sit down slowly. Pulse raising a mile a minute. What in the hell did you get yourself into? Haechan’s hand doesn’t leave yours. Gripping tighter as he continues to rub over his hardened length.
“H-Haechan…” you whisper reaching over to stop him. “You can’t do that. Not here!”
“Touch me, please…” he buries his face in the crook of your neck his lips resting gently on your moistening skin. “I need you…” he trembles just speaking those words. “I want to feel your hand around me.”
“Haechan,�� you move away from him taking your hand out of his.
“No…” he whines reaching for you.
Grabbing his face between your hands you squish his cheeks together. “I’m not going to touch you until I want to.” You squish his cheeks together once more giggling internally with how cute he looks.
“I need you,” he whines through his squished cheeks. “Now…”
Lowering your hands, you move closer to him. Turning yourself so that no one will be able to see him at all. The last thing you needed was someone seeing him masturbating next to you and call everyone’s attention to it. Talk about a nightmare. You reach into him giving him a quick peck on the lips trying to calm him down. “I said,” you keep your voice barely above a whisper. “When I feel like touching you.”
Lifting his hips up, Haechan slides down his jeans just enough to free his hardened length. Seeing the impression, it leaves through his briefs has you licking his lips. Granted not the size that you saw with Jeno, but still enough to have you weak in the knees – you take notice to the wet stain of precum glistening under the light radiating from the window. Licking your lips to create some form of moisture you watch with hawk-like eyes as Haechan finally frees himself.
“Fuck,” he hisses stroking his hardened cock.
“Does it feel good?” You whisper.
Haechan turns to see you staring hungrily at his length. Your lips parted, tongue running over your dry lips as he strokes himself.
“So…fucking good…” his hips buck up into his hands. “Wish it were you instead.” He leans into you finding any type of solace he can with his body touching yours.
“Keep going,” you reach out tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “You look so hot right now.”
Humming Haechan grips his cock in his hand thrusting his hips upward. This has to be the hottest thing you’ve seen in your life. Knowing full well what a cute submissive Haechan would be you didn’t expect your teasing to end you here — Haechan’s cock out, him stroking himself and the hustle and bustle of people around you talking and laughing, completely unaware of the naughtiness going on in the back seat. Yeah, this was fucking hot!
Dropping your head down you open your mouth. A long strand of saliva dripping down helping to slick up Haechan’s cock.
“Sh-Shit,” he grabs the back of your head fisting a handful of your hair. “Please, please…” he begs.
“Not so fast,” you lift yourself up, your face close to his. “Only when you’re about to cum,” you kiss him gently enjoying this far too much. “Only then will I touch you.”
With one last kiss and a quick flick of your tongue over his lips, you sit back making sure to block him from the now two women sitting across from the two of you.
“Make sure to stay quiet,” you whisper close to his ear. “Won’t want anyone to know what you’re doing back here.”
Haechan strokes himself faster. “Fuck, I don’t care…” his head is thrown back, resting on your shoulder. “I don’t fucking care who sees,” he pumps himself faster.
“Such an attention whore,” you scold kissing his forehead. “Didn’t think you would be like this in public. Wanting everyone’s attention while you stroke your cock. To have people on their knees begging for your cum.”
“Only you,” he leaves out an airy moan. “Only you…I only want you…”
“Liar.” You giggle, wrapping your arm around him. Your fingers running through his hair. “You want everyone here to see you like this. Admit it.”
He shakes his head but doesn’t stop pumping his cock. “No. Only you…I only want you…”
Me?” You ask kissing his forehead again. “Why do you want me?”
“So sexy,” he moves his hand faster. His chest rising and falling quickly as he pushes himself closer to his release. “You’re so fucking sexy…”
“I’m sexy? What about me is sexy?”
“Here…now…” he cries out.
“Shut it!” You place a hand over his mouth. “Keep your voice down or else everyone will find out.”
His eyes roll into the back of his head. His hips and hand moving together in a sensuous rhythm. He was getting close.
“You have to promise me to keep your voice down, okay?” You ask your hand still flat across his mouth. Nodding eagerly Haechan kisses the palm of your hand. “You’ll be a good boy and won’t make a sound?” You ask him and again he nods his head. “Move your hand.” You order.
Like the good little whore he is, Haechan moves his hand. His cock twitching in the air desperate for attention. The head red and swollen eagerly waiting to release the cum building up. Spitting into your palm as quietly as you can — you rub over his swollen tip.
“Mother fucker…” Haechan moans into your neck. “Feels so good,” he kisses your neck in sloppy wet kisses.
“Like that?” You ask running your hand down his length.
Warm and solid in your hand. Not to veiny either. Squishing your legs together you fight off the urge to touch yourself. It was already risky to have Haechan in the state he was in, but to have you with your legs spread — co-workers just a seat away while he rammed his fingers inside your soaking wet core, well that was too much of a risk.
“Mmm…I want to feel your lips on me,” he sucks on your neck. “Such pretty lips would look amazing around my cock,” he nips your collarbone.
“Not today,” you bite down on your lower lip.
“Why?” He moves his head lower kisses along your décolletage. “I want it…”
Wrapping your hand around him tighter he grunts. “What you want doesn’t matter. Be glad I’m even doing this for you.” You scold him. “Didn’t know you were this much of a slut. Begging for me to suck you off in front of everyone. Disgusting...”
“No,” he looks at you with hooded eyes. The only thing behind them lust. “I’m not a—" he stops himself, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Gonna cum?” You whisper in his ear. “Cum for me. Cum like the good little slut you are.”
Thrusting his pelvis up into your hand, squelching sounds from your spit coating his cock start to fil up the back seat around you. Haechan’s breathing becomes erratic and louder as he gets closer to his release.
“Come on…” you kiss his ear. “Show me that you’re a good little slut and cum for me.”
You do the last thing you can think of to send him over the edge. Opening your mouth, you bite down on his earlobe. Showing your dominance over the twitching man next to you. Haechan lets out a low guttural growl as he shoots hot strands of cum onto your hand.
“Shit…” he bucks his hips continuing to coat your hand with his seed. “So…fucking…good…”
Watching him spill onto you the urge to bend down and suck up any remaining cum is shot down by the jolt of the bus being put into gear starting off to the lakefront. Cheers of your co-workers sounding out making you look up for just a second to see your boss holding the walkie-talkie to announce how long it will take to get to your destination. Approximately four hours and thirty minutes, traffic and weather permitting.
“Hey…” Haechan’s voice pulls you back to him. His cock still in your hand, cum dripping down from your fist onto his briefs.
“Oh!” You pull your hand away looking around for something to wipe his cum off with.
Grabbing your hand Haechan pulls it up to his mouth and does the unthinkable. Opening wide he slurps up his cum. His tongue and lips making sure to clean you as good as he can. You think he’s going to swallow but when he pulls you closer to him, his lips finding solace on yours — he pushes some of his cum into your mouth. The slight bitter and saltiness making you wiggle in his grasp. Wrapping his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him, Haechan’s lips move along yours.
His cum swooping between his mouth to yours. This was absolutely the hottest thing in the world! Deepening the kiss, you cross your legs together feeling the trickle of arousal seeping through your panties. Your tongues swirl around each other, his cum beginning to smear onto your lips and chin as you fight for dominance. Desperate for air you pull back a thick strand of saliva and cum between the two of you. Haechan breaks the strand with his finger before swallowing what was left in his mouth. Doing the same you stare at him in awe. Never in your wildest dreams would you ever pictured Haechan likes this.
“I really wish you were my partner,” he leans in his lips gently caressing yours. Kissing you with feather like touches. “We’d be able to have more fun.” He mumbles against your lips. “Why couldn’t you have picked my name?” His lips move down to your neck where he nips and kisses you. “I want to finish what we started…”
“M-Me too…” You whisper getting lost in the residual taste of his essence that was left on his lips.
This fact was true. In this moment Haechan was the only person on your mind. The mere moment in time you just shared with him not enough to satisfy you. If this was any indication of what was to come for the long weekend, you were damn sure you were going to have the time of your life.
Readjusting himself, Haechan slides his cock back into briefs before pulling his jeans up. Reaching into your purse looking for your tin of Altoids, not wanting to have Haechan’s cum as the fragrance of your breath you hear your phone go off. A message from Charlotte showing on your screen.
Whatever just happened with you and Haechan you owe me big time!
I heard a few noises from him and I’m dying up here!
Renjun didn’t notice so you’re good!
You’re welcome! I’ll take details as payment for my service.
By the way, just got some juicy information…
Renjun is not gay! Looks like you may be in for a nice weekend.
Lucky bitch! I hate you!
Renjun? Perhaps this weekend could be fun after all? A smile coming to your lips as you pop a mint into your mouth.
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some more brief(ish) thoughts about small fem nico (and the men who adore her) because I am fully obsessed with her:
- nico is a total daddy’s girl, but not in a spoiled brat way. keke loves her so much, she is his tiny little angel baby and he will do anything to make her happy. he was incredibly proud of her when she demanded her independence, because he knew that she was taking her life into her own hands, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying constantly. after all, he knows better than anyone what f1 is like and how tough it can be for women, and doesn’t want nico to struggle.
- nico has tiny little feet that jenson absolutely adores. he has never been into feet before, but whenever nico complains about her feet hurting, whether it’s after a night out or after a race in which the brakes on her car pressed uncomfortably, jenson always ends up giving her a foot massage. he loves how her toenails are always painted in the same minty green/blue as her racing boots and gloves, and how she just melts when he digs his thumb into the arch of her foot. nico loves playing footsie, and when they’re out at dinner, even if it’s a grid dinner with all of the other drivers, nico will slip off her shoes and stroke her feet up jenson’s leg. jenson doesn’t mind when they’re alone, but when everyone else is there he has to work so hard not to show how much it’s affecting him.
- nico has stolen clothing from absolutely everyone that she cares about. she has shirts and racing suits that she stole from her dad when she was younger and would play dress up as a formula one world champion, shirts from lewis when they were holidaying as teenagers and she spent too long in the sun so he gave her his t-shirt to put over her swimsuit and prevent more sunburn (nico said she would give it back but never did), jumpers from mark in her first year when he would throw them at her for shivering so violently in the garage (again she said she would give them back but never did and mark never had the heart to ask for them back, especially as it always annoyed jenson when he saw nico in mark’s clothing), even a spare shirt of toto’s, monogram and all, that nico grabbed from the motorhome after getting oil on her own shirt.
- jenson is her favorite victim, however. he always has warm, soft sweaters and coats that envelope her so perfectly, and jenson even leaves little handwarmers in the pockets for when nico gets cold (sometimes she pouts up at him that they're not warm enough so that jenson will hold her hands in his to warm them up). she loves his ratty old t-shirts, and likes wearing them to sleep, although she always teases him that he’s old because the shirts have band names and logos for things that were popular when nico was still a kid. the sexiest nico has ever felt was whilst wearing one of jenson’s crisp white shirts with absolutely nothing else on. she also steals his fireproofs, and their relationship is almost revealed to everyone when she accidentally puts on his fireproof instead of her own before a race.
- you would think that jenson would never get confused between his clothes and nico’s, because hers are so much smaller and there is genuinely no way for it to fit him, but it has happened. jenson is very into triathlons, and has even got nico into them, so they both have wetsuits for the swim. nico is away or sleeping in when jenson leaves for a charity triathlon, grabbing what he thinks is his wetsuit in the process. it’s only when he gets to the startline and tries to fit into what is barely bigger than a child’s wetsuit that he realises he’s grabbed nico’s instead. the photo that jenson’s trainer takes of him, tripping over after having squeezed one leg into the wetsuit, is his profile picture on nico’s phone for six months afterwards.
- toto absolutely adores nico. the first time he meets her at a dtm party he genuinely thinks she’s someone’s teenage daughter, only to realise that she drives for the team that he wants to buy. he laughs her off when she demands that he let her take her Williams race engineer over to Mercedes, and is both shocked and kind of impressed when she stands by it, saying that she wants her engineer back. he’s so proud of her when she wins Monaco for the first time at his first ever race with mercedes, and so impressed when she drinks more than twice her own weight in champagne as a celebration for it.
- toto is more than a foot taller than nico, and they look hilarious stood next to each other. when she’s excited, nico will literally jump on toto to hug him, and he always catches her, swinging her round. when she’s annoyed, nico hates having to crane her neck to look up at him, and instead goes to get a chair to stand on so she’s at eye level, because if she’s going to have an argument, she’s going to do it looking him in the eye.
PLS SMALL FEM NICO IS A FEISTY LITTLE KITTEN SND I AM IN LOVE WITH HER
Nico SO would be a daddy's girl! A little spoiled but still very independant too cos thats important to her. Keke would adore his sweet daughter (he knows she can be a handful tho) and he is ofc a little hesitant when she demands independence but he understands it too! For sure when she is home she gets fussed over a ton tho lol. He alwsys asks her to text after races to make sure she is okay!
Nico's tiny lil feet would be so cute to jenson (really any part of her is)! Nico always complains her feet hurt and Jenson massages them for her cos they are so pretty and she hums so contentedly. And pls Nico with her pretty mint green painted toes and her habit of playing footsie just to annoy jenson kskeks she is a legend and an icon! Jenson gets a little flustered then which Nico loves!
Sksks Mark calling Nico a little gremlin cos she keeps stealing clothes from everyone! She has sweaters and racesuits from her dad (pls nico being homesick and wearing her dad's racesuit while curled up on the sofa 🥺 and she has tshirts from Lewis thst she kept all those years although she doesn't wear them anymore... She for sure wears Mark's sweaters a lot but jenson's are her favorite! They are all soft and old and just smell like jenson which soothes her🥺 (and nngg her in one of his dress shirts would be so sexy!!) And toto's shirt! He would be so soft seeing her with it on
Sjdjss jenson by accident taking Nico's tiny wetsuits and Nico has a muscle ache from laughing after seeing a picture of Jenson trying to get it on lmaooo!
Toto would be so fond of this stubborn little girl! She is demanding and knows what she wants and needs and doesn't back down for him! Pls her standing on a chair to be at eye level telling him he will ot win just looming over her, she wants a fair fight! Hut he loves her too, that's his girl okay! She will hug him so tight when she is happy and wins and he twirls her around! Also smthn happening and he just holds her, lets her hide away in his chest snd she feels so tiny and frail then, and Toto never wants to see her like that again!
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mythical incorrect quotes because why the fuck not
(also there are some mentions of shit like alcohol and stuff under the cut so uhh)
Yawstrich: *tries to make the child laugh*
Anglow: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*
G’joob: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*
Cherubble: *cries with the child*
Strombonin: *ignores the child*
Hyehehe: *is the reason why the child is crying*
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Hyehehe: What's wrong with you?
Strombonin: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
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Strombonin: Happy Throwback Thursday. Here’s a throwback to when Yawstrich ate an entire fucking tube of lipstick.
Yawstrich, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!
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Cherubble: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down and then take a nap.
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G’joob: And now for a gay update with Yawstrich and Strombonin.
Yawstrich: Getting gayer!
G’joob: Thank you, Yawstrich.
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G’joob, holding in his laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?
Strombonin: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic Monstrous.
G’joob:
G’joob: Water you doing?
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Yawstrich: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
Strombonin: Please, just say fuck…
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Cherubble: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.
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Yawstrich: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.
Yawstrich: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.
Strombonin: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.
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Hyehehe, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.
Cherubble: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.
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Strombonin: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.
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Cherubble: Truth or dare?
Anglow: Truth.
Cherubble: How many hours have you slept this week?
Anglow:
Anglow: Dare.
Cherubble: Go to sleep.
Anglow: I don't like this game.
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Cherubble: Today at 7 am, Hyehehe poured a Monster Energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing.
Yawstrich: I watched Hyehehe brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he’s ascended into the astral realm.
Strombonin: The survivability of the Monster race never fails to amaze me.
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Hyehehe: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.
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Yawstrich: Oh, Strombonin! We have a visitor!
Strombonin: Don’t tell me it’s Hyehehe.
Yawstrich: It’s Hyehehe.
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Anglow: What time is it?
Hyehehe: I don’t know, pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out.
Anglow: *hands Hyehehe the saxophone*
Hyehehe: *fucking BLASTS the saxophone*
G’joob: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING?!
Hyehehe: It’s 2 am
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G’joob: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!
Cherubble: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!
G’joob: …
G’joob: What?
Cherubble: I need to feed my Neopets!
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Yawstrich: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.
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G’joob: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.
Hyehehe: Mine just says "Hyehehe, no."
G’joob: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.
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Yawstrich: I didn't drink THAT much last night!
G’joob: You were flirting with Strombonin.
Yawstrich: So what? They're my boyfriend.
G’joob: You asked if they were single.
Yawstrich: …
G’joob: And then you cried when they said he wasn’t.
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Strombonin: Sorry I'm late to the party. I've been… doing things.
Yawstrich, entering dizzy and covered in kisses: I got caught up doing things too.
Hyehehe: Wow, Strombonin was late too! What a coincidence!
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Yawstrich: You know what I asked Yool for Yay this year?
Strombonin: If you say me, I swear I’ll—
Yawstrich: You? What? No, I asked him for that cool Lego Ninjago set we saw in Target!
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Strombonin: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Yawstrich: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.
G’joob: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.
Hyehehe: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.
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and that’s it lol
#alcohol mention#incorrect quotes#my singing monsters#msm#msm mythicals#g’joob#g’joob msm#yawstrich#yawstrich msm#strombonin#strombonin msm#cherubble#cherubble msm#hyehehe#hyehehe msm#anglow#anglow msm
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With the ask meme 3, 7, 21, 43, A, B, H for ur mtl gals :) quite a few number of prompts for quite a few number of characters but my curious brain itches for that sweet sweet oc lore
ALRIGHT LET'S DO THIS
3: How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
Nita: Scrolling through her phone on TikTok until she passes out.
Cherry: Scrolling through her phone on StackOverflow until she passes out.
Caj: Doesn't sleep AFIK.
Sparkles: Gets into pajamas, grabs her favorite teddy bear, puts on a blackout eye mask and headphones... cranks Cannibal Corpse until slumber hits.
7: What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
Nita: Her choker and no. Had a solid reason for this during the old stories from before, but I’m more ambiguous about it now. Need to explore it, but I do know that it is not a good. It is a bad.
Cherry: The smell of good weed. And hell yeah.
Caj: Snow always reminds her of home, no matter where she is in the world and it’s a happy association.
Sparkles: Something is triggering her reaction to Murderface’s fail-flag more than just its existence in Dethkomic’s second chapter and I haven’t figured that out yet. She’s obviously bothered by it though, and I want to explore that a bit more. :)
21: Why do they get up in the morning?
Nita: Just generally high on life, like... all the time. Constantly. Every day is a new opportunity to have the best day ever! =3
Cherry: Probably can’t sleep for more than a few hours at a time each night. I have a feeling Cherry’s got a mind that races, even during sleep. She might have trouble NOT waking.
Caj: Again, doesn’t sleep so cannot wake.
Sparkles: AN UNRELENTING SENSE OF JUSTICE FOR ALL THAT MUST BE UPHELD.
A: Why are you excited about this character?
Nita: She’s SO happy and upbeat it makes me joyous by proxy to see her overcome the shit I throw her way and puts me in a good mood to write for her.
Cherry: Just an intense amount of emotional turmoil from the start, Cherry is like, such a guilty pleasure when it comes to writing angst. It’s mean, but she’s a fictional person, so it’s not.
Caj: I like writing heavy-action scenes if you couldn’t tell, and Caj scratches the itch for quintessential badass you want to root for.
Sparkles: If I had to pick one character I could write scenes for, forever, it’d be Sparkles (and not just because writing dialogue for her is a breeze!) She’s full of heart and her charms mean writing scenes around her practically run on autopilot. I find it seriously easy.
B: What inspired you to create them?
Nita: Answered at-length right here!
Cherry: Needed a character who could be the “glue” that ties everyone together, as well as someone whose connection with Pickles was immediate and relatable. Also wanted an older voice of reason and thought it’d be an excellent decision to pair that with someone who did a lot of drugs.
Caj: Needed someone who kicked Skwisgaar off People’s Sexiest Man Alive #1 spot. Twice.
Sparkles: I had no idea how to make a counterpart for Murderface at first, but then I realized he needed a friend more than a foil. Seriously, this was one of the weirdest turning points in my writing journey when I was younger: I came to terms with the idea that sometimes people could just be meant for one another and they didn’t need a complicated backstory or drama or any of it.
H: What trait do you admire most?
Nita: I would obviously say her optimism is impressive, but too, I think the fact that she doesn’t seem to take shit from people, even when they’re Nathan and 3x her size, is even more admirable.
Cherry: I like that she’s loyal to those she’s close to, to a fault. I mean, the girl spends 90% of Dethkomic agonizing over whether or not her actions, despite being for the greater good, are going to end up hurting someone she cares about very deeply... and you can tell there are a few times she nearly abandons the whole plan over it.
Caj: Answered at length right here!
Sparkles: She’s just the most pure human you could ever ask for, which is doubly-great for how animal-like I make her. :)
Okay, Woo! Loved doing a bunch at once like that!
Wow, you guys flatter me with your interest in my stories. Love you all and thanks for sending me questions this afternoon. Always open to ‘em :D
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Coworker Secrets
In this 1.7k word story, we visit the Stray Kids universe. The world we dive into for this story is restricted to adult viewing, as we visit the world of a submissive!stripper!Hyunjin, through the eyes of their FWB and coworker (gender neutral!reader). Be advised that this story contains elements of sex, including oral sex (male receiving) and praise (including pet names). Although the focus is on their sexual relationship, there are also elements of fluff throughout.
After a strangely quiet Thursday night, you close up the joint. Locking the doors and dimming the lights, you finish cleaning the bar and say goodbye to all the boys as they leave the changing room one by one. With one last look around the bar, you deem your duty done. You quickly scan the building to ensure that everyone has left, calling out to the silence that you'll be locking the back doors now. Peculiarly enough, you can't remember seeing one of the dancers leave the building, but you can't find anyone in the club. You take as much time as possible to shut off the lights and lock the door as if the missing boy would show up out of thin air in the shop.
Ultimately assuming that he must've left without going back into the changing room, you make your way to the parking garage. As you walk up the stairs to the level you left your car on, you see a familiar silhouette in the staircase.
"Hyunjin, I was wondering where you went. I never saw you leave the lockers. I must've just missed you." You laugh off the situation before recognizing the trenchcoat he uses to cover his stripper outfit, "Wait. Did you not go back to change?"
Silently, he shakes his head while keeping his eyes on the floor. You recognize his embarrassment and grab his hand as you walk towards your vehicle. You unlock it and open the passenger door, offering him an escape from the chilly night. When he sits down, you grab the seatbelt and reach over him to help him in.
With one hand firmly on the seat in between his muscular thighs, you whisper into his ear, "Guess I'll get my own dance tonight. I'll compensate you really well, so don't worry, baby."
You don't even need to look at him to know that his face flushed from embarrassment or that his body readily reacted to your words with arousal, so you close the door and walk around to the driver's side without glancing at him. You drive home as if nothing happened, occasionally humming along to the music buzzing from the speakers. Arriving home, you unbuckle and immediately reach over to unbuckle Hyunjin. Seeing your hand reach across his chest once again, he becomes shy, his hands flying up to cover his face as his heart races.
You smirk to yourself as you get out. Hyunjin quickly exits the car to ensure that you don't make him any more embarrassed by helping him get out. You lead him to the entrance of your home, then you both make your way to the bedroom. With the slim boy on your heels, you joke about his upcoming performance and express your excitement for a private session.
"We've been meeting for almost two months, but we didn't think about you stripping for me until now. It'd be so fun to explain your sexiest routine to the crew. Too bad they don't know." You explain as you sit comfortably on your bed, spreading your legs open to invite the timid dancer in, "But you're such a good boy for thinking of this."
He stops in his tracks at your praise. Stumbling over his words, he admits that he didn't plan for this but mindlessly forgot to return to the lockers to change. You ask how he can forget an action he performs like clockwork most nights, but he stays silent. Leaning forward, you lift his chin and ask again, reassuring him that he won't get into trouble regardless of the answer.
"I... I was distracted." He slowly starts, carefully choosing his words. "There was something on my mind that made me want work to end as soon as possible. I wanted to leave quickly."
"Oh, did you have plans? I can drive you. I didn't mean to interrupt your plans." You apologize, standing to take him to his "plans," despite knowing fully well that you are his plan.
He grabs your wrist frantically, "No! I don't have other plans. I was thinking about you." His voice quiets more as he speaks, ending the sentence in a whisper.
Kissing his nose, you tell him that he should've just said so. You follow with a promise that you'll compensate him as much as you can after seeing his gorgeous show. As you return to your position on the bed, he stands in the corner and takes off his coat. You catch his usual pre-show pep talk as he prepares himself to enter his stripper persona once more tonight. He quickly shuffles his dance playlist and feels the music before finally turning around to begin the act.
The shy boy from before completely dissipates as he makes direct eye contact with you, his dark brown eyes filled with lust, power, and intoxicating control over you. For a moment, you don't believe that he's the same Hyunjin that you know, as this start seems far saucier and more intimidating than his usual performances. When you break the temporary hypnosis, Hyunjin confidently approaches you, so you fully take him in.
Donning skin-tight black latex shorts and an assortment of faux-leather harnesses, the boy exposes most of his body to you. Even with the shorts that usually hide him better, the strain of his erection creates a clear print around the center. If you didn't know him better, you would've pegged him as kinky Dom. However, some may say you know him too well because watching his act only makes you more eager to peg him.
As he delicately dances in the small space in front of you, he often winks, blows a kiss, or gestures at you - all actions that the introverted Hyunjin wouldn't dare think about doing under normal circumstances. You try to hide your cocky smile at first, but these repeated flirts edge it out of you eventually. As it creeps onto your face, Hyunjin notices, which causes him to break character and stumble slightly. You grab his hips to help stabilize him but catch him entirely off-guard. In that one quick instant, you flip the dynamic, beginning the repayment portion of the night.
You use your grip to bring him closer, then bring one hand up to his chin. He instinctively leans in and shuts his eyes to embrace your touch, so you use this opportunity to kiss him. Starting with a few pecks on his lips, you add passion as you pull him into your lap. Your hands explore his body as your lips occupy his. He rests his arms on your shoulders before grinding down onto you to express his neediness. You smile into the kiss, then softly flip him onto the bed so you can hover above the needy boy. With his long hair spread out messily behind his head, you find yourself taking a mental picture to remember how ethereal he looks in this moment. His soft pants as he recovers from the passionate kiss only make you want to tire him out more. You leave kisses along his neck and collarbone, working around his harness straps and leaving bruises in less obvious places. Each time you suck on his skin, he makes soft, almost-sighing moans that urge you to continue, so you fall victim to his noises and leave more marks than planned.
Eventually, he begs you to touch him. Obviously, you quickly comply. Tonight is his night, after all. You leave one hand resting on his chest to hold yourself up but move the other down to the print in his shorts. As soon as you feel it, you realize how much strain he's putting on his shorts. With a quick comment about not wanting to stretch his pants - as if you need an excuse - you pull the skin-tight shorts off of him. You drag the fabric slowly at first but speed up when he wriggles around desperately. To stop his movement, you move your hand from his chest down to his hip, applying the slight pressure that you know he enjoys. With your other hand, you trace the lines on his body - his collarbones, the muscle lines of his chest and stomach, and the deep v-line he recently developed. As your teasing hand moves further down his body, he begins losing patience, whining gibberish and calling your name repeatedly.
"Use your words, Hyunjin. I'll glad give you what you want, but I need to know what that is first."
In a low whisper, he admits that he's too needy for your foreplay and asks for you to pleasure him. You follow his instructions, sitting in between his spread thighs and moving the hand you teased him with to wrap around the base of his hardened member. You feel it twitch at your touch, but you keep a comfortably tight grip on it. Knowing how needy your friend feels, you don't start slow like usual. Instead, you find a comfortable position and take his tip into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks and guiding your tongue around him, you can taste the salty precum leaking out already. You move your hand up and down his shaft at a steady pace while continuing to focus your tongue on his tip, making sure to pay special attention to the spot that makes him sing out those gorgeous, angelic moans.
You continue these movements, adjusting your speed whenever he asks until his body begins shaking. The vibrations in his legs tell you that he'll finish soon, so you shift your focus to actions that'll help him achieve a more blissful orgasm. Sure enough, his high-pitched whines turn into begging for you not to stop and warning you that he's going to cum. When his breath hitches in his throat, you feel his body jerk as he releases into your mouth. You swallow the liquid while keeping your mouth around him, earning another growl from Hyunjin. Before you pull away, you make sure to lick him clean, even despite his twitches from overstimulation, since he already knows and appreciates your habit.
As you pull away, he brings you up to his chest for cuddles. You smile at the forever-soft sweetheart and leave a kiss over his heart as you feel its fast beat. He takes a couple of minutes to catch his breath before hugging you closer and praising you for your work. You bask in his affection, wondering how you ended up with him as your friends-with-benefits partner. You let your eyes slowly close as you both drift asleep, but you swear you hear him confess his feelings in your last moment of consciousness.
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‘I think that might be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me’
This was requested literally a year ago, I hope I did the prompt justice! Also it sort of goes along with ‘Please forgive me, I need you baby’, kind of like a prequel! xx
(Warnings: smut and mature content but also some fluff too, minors DNI)
You hated going to parties, Harry thrived in those kinds of setting, you however did not. You’d spent most parties by Harry’s side, admiring his ability to talk to anyone like they’re old friends, never shy or embarrassed not matter the topic of discussion. You admired that about him, his outgoing personality balanced your somewhat introverted one.
You’d been at the party for an hour or so, and if you were honest, you weren’t really sure whose party it actually was, but either way you were there, milling about with a few acquaintances, Harry carrying the conversation as usual. You take another sip of the quite large glass of red in your hand, scanning the room as it filled with more and more people, trying to pick out anyone familiar when your eyes landed on the last person you wanted to see, Mel. Mel was a ‘friend’ of Harry’s, but it was abundantly clear to anyone who watched them interact that she wanted Harry and Harry was oblivious.
Whenever they hung out she was always touching him in any way she could, an exaggerated laugh that ended in her hand playfully swatting at his chest, or her touching his bicep as she spoke to him. It was obvious that she was flirting, and it pissed you off every time you were witness to her behaviour. After all, Harry was yours. You trusted him fully, but Harry’s biggest flaw was undoubtedly his ability to see the best in everyone whilst completely missing large red flags.
Mel caught you staring, faking a smile before sauntering over to the two of you. “Harry!” she chirped, completely ignoring you, Harry turning and greeting her with a big smile. “Hey Mel! I didn’t know you were coming!” “You know I never turn down a good party” she says, giving Harry a hug that lasted longer than you would like. Mel turns to you, another fake smile thrown your way “Oh hey I didn’t even see you there! How are you?” she says, her voice sickly sweet. You attempt to force a somewhat believable smile before responding with a “Yeah good thank you”, Mel already focussing her attention back on Harry before you could finish your sentence. For the next 45 minutes she dominated the conversation, the acquaintances involved people slowly but surely wandering away until it was just the three of you left, and by then you had downed two more large glasses of red and were well and truly tipsy.
On top of being borderline drunk you were more than a little angry, you were filthy, seething even. Mel had gotten on every last one of your nerves and then some. Your heart was racing as Mel continued to carry on about something stupid probablym you really couldn’t focus on anything but how much you couldn’t stand her. “So Harry, I’m planning on heading to Malibu next weekend, do you want to tag along?” Mel says completely ignoring you in these plans of course. “I mean we’re no-” “Sorry Mel we’ve got plans, remember baby?” You say confidently, taking Harry by surprise as you cut him off. “Come on Harry I was planning on hitting up that vintage shop you love” Mel says boldly. “Sorry Mel did you not hear me? We have plans and they don’t include you” you spit back, Harry remaining quiet not daring to show how much he was loving this side of you. You could tell Mel was pissed but trying to cover it up, “Alrighty then, I’m gonna go get another drink” she says, walking away in a huff. “Baby you ok?” Harry says, turning to face you. “No Harry she’s ridiculous! She just tried to invite you on a weekend away with her! Who the fuck does she think she is?” You were pissed and Harry was turned on. “Don’t worry about it, I’d never go, although I do like that vintage shop” he joked, leaning to kiss your forehead.
Your mind was spinning, which may have been the alcohol, but you needed to show Mel that you weren’t intimidated by her. Suddenly you grab Harry’s hand, pulling him up the stairs of whoever’s house this was and into the first bedroom you find, closing the door behind you before pushing him up against the wall. Harry looked at you slightly shocked as to what was happening “what are yo-” you cut him off with a kiss, the anger and alcohol surging through your veins. You fisted his hair, deepening the kiss before dragging your hands over his chest, down his torso and eagerly fiddling with the buttons on his pants as he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere else in the room along with his pants. Harry wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, your lips remained on his as he carried you to the bed, throwing you down before hastily pulling your pants down your legs. “I don’t know what has gotten into you but I fucking love it” Harry says, tearing his shirt off and taking you in for a moment before leaning down trail kisses down your collar bone, his hand finding your inner thigh. You writhe at his touch, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He takes his time gently tugging your underwear down before positioning himself over you, placing his lips back on yours. This was all too slow for you; you were hot and needy, and you couldn’t wait any longer. You reached down, hastily tugging his briefs down, before grazing your fingers along him, feeling him grow harder and harder as you reach the tip. You knew it sent him wild. “Stop” he moans, firmly grabbing both of your hands and putting them above your head, holding them in place with one hand, the other trailing along your belly and down to where you so desperately needed him. His fingertips finally reach the sensitive skin, rubbing achingly slow circles with his thumb and forefinger, a moan leaving your lips as the motions quicken. “Harry please” you beg, bucking your hips up, needing him. Harry obliged releasing your hands, lining up, giving himself two pumps before crashing his lips back on yours as he pushed himself in. You feel yourself stretch around him; the first movement slow to allow you to adjust before he quickened his pace. You take a sharp breath as you feel him go deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your legs wrap around his back, needing him to go even deeper. Your breath quickens along with his, a string of uncontrollable moans leaving your mouth. The anger from the night was slowly dissipating as the two of you got lost in each other.
Your fingers gripped his shoulders tighter as the two of you began to hit your peaks. Just as you were nearly there, the tingle in your toes already building, the door creaks open followed by the sounds of heels and an unbearably whiny voice called out ‘Harry? Harry hun are you in here?’. You knew who it was before she even opened her mouth, but you didn’t let it stop you. Harry’s head snapped up, disconnecting his lips from your neck ‘For fucks sake Mel don’t you knock? Fuck off!’ a smirk growing on your lips the second the words left his mouth. Mel looked like a deer in headlights, you swear you see her knees almost buckle at the site of you as her cheeks grew more red by the second ‘I fuck- uh I’m sorry, shit I’ll j-, I’ll just leave’ she said in an absolute panic as she tried to avert her eyes but you weren’t trying to avoid her gaze, instead something spurred you on, wanting to really make crystal fucking clear that he was your, not hers. You ground your hips harder against Harry’s, he hadn’t dared to stop throughout this whole ordeal as he was desperately close to hitting his climax. You moaned his name loud enough for Mel to hear as she scrambled her way out of the room. The door slammed shut and you bit your lip, allowing yourself a small moment of victory before turning your full attention back to the man between your legs. ‘She’s gone baby, now finish me’ you whispered in Harry’s ear, eliciting an almost pornographic moan from his lips as he quickened his pace, reaching down to rub your sensitive bud, wanting to push the both of you over the edge so badly. The second his ring-clad fingers touch you you’re gone, the tingle starting in your toes as the coil tightened in your belly, ‘baby, I’m near- fffuck, nearly ther-oh god’ you moaned as the coil snapped and you lose it, hitting your peak. Your toes curled, fingers digging into Harrys broad shoulders as you rode out your intense orgasm. Harry continued to thrust deep into you, becoming just slightly sloppier, relishing in the moment as he’s finally pushed over the edge as well ‘shit you’re so fucking good baby, so fucking good’ he panted as he came, taking you in as he started to come down off his high. Allowing his body to collapse atop of yours, Harrys lips found your jaw once more, placing wet kisses on your jawbone. “God love you so fucking much” he says taking a moment to rest his head on your chest, a giddy smile on his face, “I love you too baby” you said, placing a kiss on the top of his just slightly sweaty forehead.
“I was going to suggest that we go back out to the party but If I’m being totally honest, all I want to do is go home and do this all over again, what do you say?” Harry says, shifting from his position up onto his feet, reaching a hand out to pull you with him. “I think that might be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me” you teased, stealing one last kiss before the two of you got dressed and made your way back out to the bustling party hand-in hand. It was obvious to anyone who saw you what had just transpired, but you couldn’t care less what any of these strangers thought. You walked back into the main living area, to collect your things, immediately spotting Mel standing rather awkwardly with a group of people, trying to ignore your smug look. Harry led you through the room, waving a few quick goodbyes as you made your way out of the house and into the waiting Uber. You knew that Harry, being the kind person he is, would eventually apologise to Mel for everything but that didn’t put a damper on your victory because all that mattered was she finally knew that Harry was yours, and only yours. You’d won and god did it feel fucking good.
Hi lovelies, this was requested pretty much a year ago but my goodness I’ve been through so much in this last year that I haven’t had much time to write. I hope you enjoy reading this little piece, I surely enjoyed writing it! If you have any requests just let me know. All the love, E xxx
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About your Dando PR au with the hoodie. You know Lando will use this knowledge to his advantage once they are in a relationship and he’s more confident.
He wants Dan to do something? He’ll either wear one of his hoodies or teasingly promise he will. He wants to cheer Daniel up? He’ll wear one of his hoodies when they cuddle, even if they are still in the paddock. He wants a little payback at Daniel for teasing him during an interview or in front of other drivers? He’ll wear a hoodie and watch Daniel get flustered when answering a question during an interview (even worse if it’s with Jenson and he catches on to this) or when the other drivers start teasing him when they see how distracted he is.
But he’ll also constantly steal them from Dan as well, to the point that he’s basically got a collection of hoodies in each style and colour of Dan’s merch (and a non-merch ones as well) at his place. Daniel wouldn’t have realised this until he finds this stash when he goes Lando’s for a chilled night in together one night. He accidentally comes across it because it’s the first night he’s staying there and Lando tells him to grab him a hoodie from his wardrobe without even thinking. He obviously teases him at first before admitting to Lando that he really likes seeing him in his clothes and he likes that people know they are together because he’s wearing his clothes. Obviously Lando is flustered over this but admits he really likes wearing his clothes too because they make him feel safe and comfortable.
You also know that when Daniel is feeling a little possessive over him (say a journalist makes flirty comments his way during an interview), he likes to fuck Lando with his hoodie on and have him wear it to work/the paddock the next day (as long as it’s not too dirty)
I adore all of this anon!
Lando absolutely would use it for getting his way at times! And he wouldn't stop at the hoodie! Sometimes he'll wear Daniel's cologne or one of Daniel's rings on his thumb because he knows Dan secretly loves the idea of Lando being marked with his clothes. And it's so much easier to get Daniel to not complain and sit through long interviews when Lando can just flash a ring, or hint of a t-shirt with Daniel's name on it from under his McLaren coat
And Daniel would absolutely get flustered at times. Especially if they're racing in a hot country and Lando is wearing one of Dan's shirts with the sleeves rolled up instead of team gear and it's so distracting that Jenson starts to joke about Dan getting 'too hot for public decency', and 'needing water asap'.
Lando would definitely forget he has Dan's hoodie in his wardrobe, and be embarrassed when Daniel finds it! He'd be so shy and afraid to admit that he loves wearing Dan's things especially when they smell like him, and likes how his clothes make him feel warm and soft and to Daniel it is the sweetest and the sexiest thing ever and he has no problem admitting how much
Daniel so has a little possessive streak in him, especially when he sees someone flirting with Lando. You can bet he has him in his hoodie in his lap later in his drivers room when everyone's gone and before they go home and he just keeps him there. Fucking up into him slow and whispering reminders about how Lando is his, and how pretty he is in his hoodies and how cute he is and Daniel loves making Lando go back to the hotel wearing them and make him wear them going back to the paddock the next day just to see Lando blush and squirm whenever Dan gives him a look that makes him remember it
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Mr. President
Part 1, Part 2
Summery: After the election the Presidential nominee, Steve Rogers, takes an interest in his campaign manager.
Warning: non consent, light bondage, choking, violence, smut
my first real smut. love to know where i could improve.
Dark Steve x Reader
Being Captain America's campaign manager had to be the easiest campaign you ever managed. The perfect soldier put Americans at ease. Especially with the current administration self sabotage. Although he would be the oldest president to date he didn't look it. Not to mention he would be easily the sexiest president since Kennedy.
Tonight the votes were counted and America's golden boy won. Steve swept the election to become the next President of the United States.
Streamers and confetti rained down as the announcement came through. After the press interviews and the almost endless congratulations you lost track of the President elect.
You blamed it on the champagne that flowed through the event like water. You toasted almost every staffer you came across, hugged donors and party members.
By the time you caught sight of Sam you were most definitely buzzed. He was celebrating too with some blonde campaign aid that's named slipped your mind at that moment.
"Hey Sam! Have you seen Steve?" You shout at him as you make your way through the room. You needed to discuss the plans for tomorrows press tour before you called it a night.
Pulling himself away covered in lipstick his heavily lidded eyes looked at you. He managed to inform you of Steve's whereabouts, he had snuck off to his Presidential suite. It made sense, the super soldier could never get drunk and was seen as a prude much to the delight of the more conservative supporters. A fact that helped them over look his non marital status.
You remind Sam to not have too much fun tonight before departing. It took some effort, but you managed to cut through the crowd without having to stop for too long. Compared to how you felt you were sure Steve must have been exhausted.
Finally you slipped out of the hall, down the corridor and into one of the elevators. The slow ride up to the Presidential floor gave you a respite of peace. When you made it to his floor you got off and from down the hall you saw two FBI agents at his door.
It was a standard procedure for agents to be assigned to the parties nominee. The sight of which always made you giggle. You knew it was standard practice, but Steve was not only a super hero. He also had the support of the Avengers so you didn't see the point in it.
As you approached the door the agents stopped to do their standard protocol. They checked your I.D. and patted you down before allowing you to enter in.
Since you were in charge of his campaign you had a key to his room so knocking never crossed your mind. As the door swung open you could hear the faint sounds of slurping. Furrowing your brow you scanned the room as you entered.
Though the couch faced opposite the door you could see the back of Steve's head. He looked so relaxed, his head lolled backwards with his arms out stretched on the couch.
When the door clicked shut a second head popped up beside Steve. He was not alone and when that fact registered your stomach fell.
Unlike the Aid you saw with Sam you knew this one, Charlene. She reminded you of a younger you, ambitious, a go-getter, with an interest in the maddening campaign process. You had practically taken her under your wing. So the utter shock of seeing her head pop up from what seemed to be Steve's lap had you speechless.
The aid's eyes widen when she turned around to find you at the door with your mouth ajar. Steve's back was still to you, but you could see him whisper in Charlene's ear. She got up with a jump instantly, disheveled, fixing herself, her head down as she walked towards the door. Her head never lifted as she scurried past you, your head following her out the door, closing shut behind her.
You turned back to Steve, who was currently standing and tucking himself back into his pants. The shock of it all was quite sobering.
"What the hell Steve!" You scream at him. You were taken aback by the volume of your own voice.
"You just won the election and this is what you do! Are you insane!" You march over to him.
"Calm down...relax" he lifted his hands in defense with a soft smile on his face.
Why the hell is he smiling?
"Calm down? What do you mean calm down? A scandal like this your first term! What were you thinking?" Your mind immediately thought of how the opposition basically crucified Clinton.
His nonchalant attitude only served to further rile you. Then it clicked.
"This wasn't the first time was it? Was she the only one? How many?" You paced back and forth in the living room of the suite. Your brain was in damage control mode.
He sighed racking his fingers through his hair with the other on his hip.
"It's not the first time and she is the only one." He sighed as you stopped and stood there while he explained.
The news though not as bad as you anticipated was still not good. You crossed your arms and contemplated strategies.
Digging out your phone you look through your contacts to pull together a strategy meeting incase things come out.
Everyone was more than likely drunk off their asses, but this was a code red. But as you were lost in thought and your phone Steve stepped towards you. His hand snatched away your phone, dangling it above your head as you jumped and grab for it.
"Steve what are you doing I need to figure out a plan to get ahead of this if this gets out" you say frustrated as you continued to jump and try to get your phone back.
You place your hands on his shoulder to help you get more lift from your jump. As he dangles the phone just out of reach again his other arm wraps around your waist on your descent. When you feel his arm lock you in place you gasp as he pulls you into his chest.
The way your breast bounced as you fought fruitlessly to retrieve your phone made is already hard cock ache with anticipation. Looking down at you Steve fought the urge to take you right then and there.
Though you had interrupted the fun he was having his cock was undeterred. Maybe if you weren't so preoccupied by his antics you would have noticed that his cock had yet to yield. But when Steve pressed your body to his he couldn't fight back the grin as he watched your eyes grow wide.
He made his member jump in his pants and you pulled back when you felt the movement.
"What are you doing? Stop!" You demanded as you tried to push off him, but his grip was unrelenting.
"You don't have to worry about her I've gotten it taken care off" Smiling at you his bright eyes so innocent had now become dark.
He found it funny how you struggled, pushing and pulling away.
When he released you, you stumbled back a bit. "If I didn't know any better I would think you were drunk" you say frustratedly straightening your clothes as you collect yourself.
While you were distracted he began stuffing your phone in his back pocket.
"This is serious Steve" you huffed out trying to brush off his antics.
He didn't reply. He just stared at you. A look you never seen on him and it was very strange to you. His normally wholesome, boy next door, all American look was gone. Now a darkness stood in its place, something filled with a carnal hunger.
Steve was a man at the end of the day. A man in need of release. When you were brought on to lead his campaign he thought nothing of you. But that didn't last long. The longer you stayed around him it was hard to not developed feelings. You were a constant in his chaotic political life. You styled him, coached him through speeches and debates. A cheerleader he didn't know he needed and wasn't sure that he wanted to let go even though the campaign was over.
He knew that during the electoral race you would never jeopardize the campaign with such a scandal. So when you introduced Charlene to him, he decided she would be a meager substitute as he bid his time.
Loosening his tie just enough that the loop passed freely over his head.
"Look I know your upset..." he said walking over to you casually with tie in hand. "You don't have to worry about her"
You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut off your words and proceeded onward. "I've been in love with you for quite sometime." The confession was a shock. You had no clue he had ever thought of you more than just a friend.
Slipping the tie over the crown of your head much to your bewilderment. Pulling the knot tight as it passed your chin. Resting the heart on the middle of your throat.
"This is serious we need to get..." Brushing off his confession as you spoke he cinched it tighter, too tight. The fabric was hugging your neck uncomfortably, making it hard to breathe. You pulled at the fabric as it restricted you, but he slapped your hands away.
"I wanted to wait until after the inauguration to ask you this." He spoke coolly straightening the tie again as you start to gasp at the lack of circulation. Your hands shoot up again only to be thrown aside.
Every inhale was starting to become a struggle. "I think the nation deserves a First Lady." Stepping back he admired you while keeping one hand trailing the end of the necktie halting at the hilt. "Don't you?"
"What are .... What's gotten into you Steve.... this isn't funny" you gasp out as you reach to untie the knot again.
His face frowned when you clawed at the fabric. He yanked on the tie so hard you felt like a yo yo smacking into a wall. Pinning your arms to his chest he snaked his arms around you locking you in place.
There was no music, but he swayed with you in his arms. Your foot catching his foot on every odd step, but he wasn't bothered. As he slow danced with you, you try and pull away but he would not stop.
"I need you to calm down and relax. I'm the new commander and chief now and throughout this process I realized how much you've done for me and how much I need to keep you in my life."
"I understand Steve I do, but that’s not what you need to focus on right now...." That was a struggled to get out with the tie on your throat. "This is a fragile time" you managed to breathe out. He stopped maybe he was starting to finally listen to reason.
His lips crashed into you without notice. Your mouth felt bruised as a result. He started nipping at your bottom lip, your mouth fell open as you hissed in pain his tongue invaded you. It didn't take long before the choking restraint of the knot and Steve's kisses made you breathless.
Your vision was starting to fade and a panic set in.
Get it together and focus.
"St.." you try to speak, but his mouth swallowed your words.
"Mr. President" pulling back he corrected you. His voice dipping to a low growl. "Say it."
"Mr. President" The words felt foreign as it passed your lips. He was starting to scare you.
When he cocked his hand back you hadn't noticed. Not until his massive palm collided with your ass you screamed on impact, but he only swallowed it. Gripping your ass tightly the sting of the smack had you trying desperately to get away.
You hadn't realized you were crying until the salty taste hit your tongue. He must've tasted it too. He moved from your mouth to kiss along your cheeks moving methodically to your neck. The sensation of which you couldn't deny felt good. So good you were stunned to hear the faintest of moans leaving your mouth.
While one of Steve's hands gripped firmly on your ass the other moved between your bodies. You stiffen at the realization of where it was heading. Stopping at your waist he unfastened the button on your pants and slowly dragged the zipper down.
"Steve.. please" you beg. Your arms were useless against his strength.
The hand that gripped your ass smacked you again for the infraction making you yelp. It took too much energy to push away than for him to hold you in place. That coupled with the lack of oxygen you felt like your body would collapse so you held his shirt to keep from falling.
"Mr. President please" You cry out but it sounded more like a moan. That must have urged him on because he began sucking on your neck with such force you were sure you would have hickeys that no amount of concealer could hide.
When his fingers grazed your panty line you shoot yours down to try and stop him, but the super soldier just flicked you off. When that failed you crossed your legs tightly together, but his knee forced them apart. Allowing your pants to pool at your feet. The cold air of the room prickled your skin helping to only intensify your trembling.
Pushing past the elastic his meaty digits separated your folds. He hummed on your neck as he felt them slicker from your wetness. Shame filled you as tears continued to roll down your face.
"Stop please" Your sob of protest were cut off as two digits thrust into you. Steve curled them inside of you the feel of which created a wave of pleasure that radiated through you. Biting your bottom lip you fight the fire he was stoking. It felt so good his fingers deep in you.
"Fuck!" you blurted out as you reach up to grip his shoulders. You could feel your toes curl as pumped in and out of you.
"Mr.President" you didn't recognize your voice as you panted out. He dipped deeper inside you, your juices coating his fingers.
Leaning away from you he stared at you, drinking in the sight of you coming undone from him.
"Take off your top" his voice commanded.
When he sensed your hesitation he slipped in another digit. You bit down on your bottom lip hard as you try and choke down a moan.
"I won't ask again." The thickness of his voice had you fighting against your better judgement. You looked at him and his face was serious.
Your hands rose and you begrudgingly start to unbutton the blouse. He could see your bra, leaving one hand inside you the other sought to free your globes. Pulling them free with a grunt. You hissed and mewled at every pinch and twist of your nipples. He didn't stop until both were hard.
"Do you like how I make you feel?" He asked but by the look on your face he knew. When you didn't answer he twisted your left nipple.
"Yes" that answer wasn't good enough so he twisted harder.
"Yes Mr. President" as a reward he licked circles around your aureola. Kissing it, licking your throbbing nipple with his tongue.
Through your moans you hear the traitorous sounds of your sex. Your heat was coming to its precipice. You gripped his shoulders as to stead yourself from collapsing.
The squirming of your body only seemed to encourage him as he used the heel of his palm to press against your clit as he violated you.
You were getting close, your pussy started to tighten around his fingers.
"Hmmm nope none of that." He growled again. " we just got started celebrating."
Taking his fingers from you, your mouth released a whimper.
Grabbing the end of the tie again. "On your hands and knees" his lips stealing kisses before stepping back. You shakily lower yourself.
Lowering your head in shame for allowing him to treat you this way. He started to walk as you pressed your palms on the cold marble. Your knees mopping the floor as you trail behind him.
When he reached the open door of the master bedroom he jerked the leash of the tie to hurry you forward. You stopped beside him in the doorway and he crouched down to meet you at eye level. His wholesome smile appeared to you as he lifted your head with his index finger.
"OK up on the bed."
Rising to your feet walk over to the bed as he stood in the doorway watching you.
"Take it all off" he said coolly as he tossed his blazer to the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt then his pants.
Sniffing as you unfastened your bra letting it drop past your arms throwing it on the ground. Lying on your back you raised your butt to slide you ruined panties down, kicking them to the floor.
Before they hit the ground the speed at which he met you was neck breaking.
He stood at the edge of the bed his bright blue eyes grown dark with lust. When he placed a knee on the you felt your heart race as it the bed dipped. Your arms cover yourself as you press your legs firmly together. The warmth of his hand on your knee mixed you with fire and dread. His hands began pulling your legs apart with ease despite your resistance.
Lowering his head he places kisses along your inner thigh. The sensation of his lips on your skin make you inhale sharply. Licking your folds and sucking on your clit you grew wetter.
You started hating yourself for loving the way he lapped you up. Licking in-between your folds. Pushing his tongue in and out of your pussy as you fight off another moan. Flattening his tongue he raised it past your lips taking care to linger on your clit before he began to kiss up your tummy.
Stopping on your breast he took your wrists and held them above your head. Holding them with one hand he used the other to massage and gently kiss each breast. Taking your hard nipples into his teeth pulling and sucking on them again as his other hand played with he other.
"Shit" you exclaim. He looks up at you with a frown lightly smacking your breast.
"Language" he said with a stern voice. Moving up again his lips kissed along your chest and up your neck.
The closer he got to your neck the more you could feel his cock proud your entrance. His pre-cum mixing with your slick lips. You moved your hips but his cock pressed harder as it followed.
"Steve please" you try again to reason.
At the sound of his name he impaled you fully. Bottoming out inside your pussy stretched to receive him. You shrieked and instinctively tried to get away from him. Snacking an arm around your back he locks you in place. Each thrust sent shock waves through your body.
"Mr. President" you say as his cock filled you past your limit. "Fuck!" You were becoming delirious with every stroke the pain had you crying out.
"So fucking tight" He slammed into you unforgivably. The pain started to mix with pleasure. You could feel the warmth again. The need to cum and it was becoming harder and hard to resist it.
For one lucid moment you tried tearing out of his grip and pull yourself backwards, but he held you like a vice. Your pussy started to tighten around his cock as he continued to impale you.
"That's it" he growled as your climax build.
"Tell me what you want?"
Ashamed you tell him you want to cum. He released your hands and settled on your neck. Even with his grip on your throat you could still feel yourself about to explode.
You were so dizzy with pleasure you couldn't comprehend what he asked.
"Tell your president you want to cum all over his cock"
"Mr. President" you croaked. "Please let me cum Mr. President!"
"Good girl cum for me" as the words left his mouth you clinched his cock coming so hard you saw stars and stripes.
As you came his movements became erratic. The clinching of your pussy milked him. His cock twitch and pulse inside of you as he emptied himself into you. His arms gave out and he fell on-top of you crushing you under his weight. You both lay there exhausted, sweaty, falling into a slumber.
It wasn't long before you awoke. Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed studying you.
"You know I think you might be right." He said as your eyes began to open. "I think a family lifestyle might not be what the nation is looking for in me."
"That post nut clarity...huh" he chuckled.
"Steve..." You try and croak out but he was already on your neck. You scratched and dug into his skin, but to no avail. Your vision became spotty and within seconds the lights were completely out.
Despite his buddies political victory Bucky was resigned to stay in his room. He was watching the broadcast of the announcement that was happening in the same hotel he was in.
He had been told to stay out of sight throughout Steve's campaign as to not tarnish the golden boys image.
Though he had long since been freed from HYDRA'S brainwashing and has more than once proven himself a patriot he still had to stay back.
*Ring Ring
When his cell phone lit up he was surprise to see that it was Steve.
"Congratulations Punk" he smirked over the phone.
"Ha" Steve laughed softly. "Can you come to my room if your free?"
When he arrived he wasn't surprised to see Y/N. This wasn't the first time he had been called to do clean up duty.
Rolling Y/N in the duvet and he got to work.
"Hey Buck" Steve called from the duvet bedroom.
Bucky turned to meet his friends gaze. Steve dug out your cell phone from his back pocket. He tosses it over to Bucky.
"Charlene too"
With a nod Bucky left the room with Y/N over his shoulder. Steve didn't need to worry about security cameras Tony would handle that. The agents at the door would be taken care of by Wanda.
As the elevator doors closed that’s when he felt it. The duvet moved.
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I’m going to alternate artwork so we get leather-clad Killian and fancy dress up Killian.
Midnight
Chapter 3 — The Godfather
Summary: In which our heroine accepts the finer things in life
Chapter 3 of 7 on AO3
“He gave her things that she was needin’
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels”
-Minnie The Moocher, Cab Calloway
The creeping pace her warden set was nerve-racking. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if every eye in the place was watching their slow procession through the ballroom. Finally exiting the room, they paused in the hallway and Emma said resignedly, “Let’s get this over with.”
“I’ve had my eye on you from the moment you walked in,” the other man commented, nodding to passersby with no hint of distress. “You should have known better than to think you could escape unnoticed.”
“Well, I thought if I left quietly, no one would be the wiser,” she replied, smiling at him with a hopeful kind of chagrin. “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“Don’t apologize, my dear. There are three of us in rebellion against this entertainment if you want to call it that. I think I may turn down all future invitations from Regina if this is the torture we will be subject to…” Grabbing her arm softly, he started steering them through the throng still attempting to find a place in the ballroom.
She was shocked they weren’t heading to the front entrance. The man, who had yet to introduce himself, was leading her down a back hallway. Moments later, he paused in front of a closed door. “You do play bridge, yes?”
Emma hadn’t played the game since she was a teenager staying with Granny, but as usual, the lessons the older woman taught her were going to save her from a terrible fate. “Yes, though I’m a bit rusty. But why me?”
“You’re charming, you’re bored, and you have the face of someone who wouldn’t trump your partner’s ace,” he explained with a breezy smile. Placing his finger to his lips to hush any further conversation, he pressed an ear to the door and then gave two quick raps against the frame. Taking one more second, he then opened it and ushered her in.
Upon entering, she saw two occupants huddled by the fireplace, which blazed happily with a roaring fire in opposition to the warm night. Immediately, his pause made sense as she noticed a faint smudge of lipstick on the smooth skin of the man’s face.
“Lancelot, Guinevere, allow me to introduce Madam—I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”
Scrambling, she said the first thing that popped into her mind. “Jones.”
“Ah, Madam Jones, I’m Sidney Glass, your knight in shining armor for the evening. This is Guinevere Soberano and Lancelot du Lac, your fellow insurrectionists.” Her knight joked before adding, “Lance is the most dangerous man in the room, so watch yourself.”
Seeing how the tall, handsome man took his time sizing her up, she had a feeling she knew what made him dangerous. The fashionable lines of his tuxedo did little to hide his muscular build, and while he wasn’t the sexiest man she’d met that evening, she knew if they had met on any other night of her life, he would have been. She could tell by how his eyes continued to seek her out that he wasn’t immune to her charms either. It should have made her feel better considering she’d been in the same outfit for nearly two days and her hair was still wet from her dash through the thunderstorm. Instead, it made her feel tired.
Taking a seat with trepidation, she tried to hide her feelings of discomfort. She was the one who ran when offered a cozy landing place, so now she needed to play the hand she was dealt. Literally. Watching as Sidney took over as dealer, she asked, “What are we playing for? Bragging rights?”
“How about our normal stakes? Five dollars a point?”
Eyes wide, she calculated if she remembered the game correctly, there would be thousands of dollars exchanging hands tonight. If only a fraction of that money came her way, she may be able to get out of this dress and fill up her tank so she could hit the road and resume her search. She refused to think about what she would do if she didn’t win. Granny had been a cutthroat player, so she had more than enough practice.
Lance settled in as her partner, his eyes never leaving her face as the group silently arranged their cards and planned their strategies. Her heart racing, Emma mumbled, “Two spades.”
And the game began.
Hours later, they were in the hole and she couldn’t help wishing Sidney or the other woman was her partner. Lance seemed much more interested in flirting with her than winning, and if she weren’t sure it would get her thrown out, she would have kicked him under the table for screwing up her chance to turn her luck around. Not to mention the fact that with every suggestive exchange, Guinevere’s eyes grew a little bit colder. She had a feeling the woman would make a formidable enemy.
The door to their hideaway opened to admit her former neighbor, his eyes as unnerving by firelight as they had been in the brighter gleam of the ballroom. The ever-present smirk was there in full force as he made his way to their table and planted himself between Lance and Guinevere. “Darling, why don’t you introduce me to your newest recruit?”
“Madam Jones, this is my husband Arthur Soberano, the only man on the planet who enjoys these little parties. Arthur, this is Madam Jones, a woman in need of a better bridge partner.”
“It’s so hard to concentrate on cards sometimes,” Lance murmured, his heated glance never leaving her face so no one had any doubts about what was distracting him.
Arthur observed the exchange, and the subsequent reactions, with the expression of a man who finally found his silver lining. She hoped it was catching. “Jones, eh? Would you be one of the Rhode Island Joneses?”
Pasting a bright smile on her face, she demurred. “No, but I’ve heard they’re lovely people.”
“You’re American, correct?”
“What gave it away? My abysmal accent?”
“Something like that,” Arthur responded with a smile. “So if not Rhode Island, what Jones clan do you hail from?”
“Oh, Jones is my married name. My husband is from Cambridge.”
“Of course! I should have known. I ran into Baron Jones a few years ago in Budapest, and he spoke of an American girl. How is he? Is he here tonight?”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, because of course there would be a Baron Jones and of course this enigmatic man would know him, she stared at her cards and hoped she sounded more convincing than she felt when she said, “No, no. He’s still in Budapest. He wasn’t feeling well enough for transatlantic travel. You know, the old trouble flaring up.”
Tsking with a hint of amusement, Arthur narrowed his eyes. “That’s too bad. Guinevere, we really must make a trip there soon. Beautiful city. Tell me, Madam Jones, did they ever finish the metro Line 1?”
For the love of all that was holy, would the man never stop with the questions? “You know how construction is…the roads are still a mess here and there.”
She knew by the way his body shifted that she had misstepped. She wasn’t sure what trap he laid, but she walked right into it. To add insult to injury, the final hand of the night went into their loss column.
Lance shook his head in defeat and pulled out his wallet. “I really must apologize, Madam Jones. I’m usually a much better player. You’ll have to let me make amends to you. Perhaps lunch tomorrow? What’s your favorite place?”
“That depends, Lance. How much money am I out tonight? I will exact revenge in corresponding measure.”
Sidney piped in with a gleeful laugh. “Four thousand dollars from each of you. Not a bad haul, if I do say so myself. But bypassing the awful concert makes the win priceless.”
Her head swam with the figure, trying to ignore the way Arthur was circling the room like a caged lion and wondering how plausible it was for a baroness not to carry cash. Surely, the nobility class had people to handle this kind of thing for them. “I’m not sure I have that much on me. I hope you’ll accept my IOU. Has anyone seen my bag?”
She saw the look Guinevere and Sidney exchanged and her stomach dropped. They wouldn’t let it go. Perhaps looking for her non-existent purse would allow her to sneak out.
“Is this it, Madam Jones?”
“Yes, thank you.” Turning around, she saw a beaded clutch she’d never laid eyes on before in Arthur’s extended hand. She hadn’t stolen a single thing in her life, and she wasn’t thrilled to start now, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Opening it, she found a wad of cash that looked like it could bankroll a small country for a year. Shocked, her gaze flew to meet Arthur’s and he winked before departing the room.
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No matter how hard she tried to shake him, Lance would not leave her alone. Subsequently, everyone in the entourage hung on like they had nothing better to do than tag along while she flitted around the club trying to lose them. Finally, the evening started breaking up. Large groups of people gave each other air kisses and made plans to meet at various houses for brunch the next day. Freedom was within reach if she could only make it out the front door.
They bid goodbye to their hostess, who was high on finding the supposed party crasher, an older woman they dragged from the downstairs powder room and tossed out into the night, still swearing she didn’t know anyone named Neal and claiming she was the Duchess of Longbourn.
Emma thought a silent apology to the woman and hoped karma graded on a curve.
“Allow me to wait with you until your car pulls around,” Lance said, offering his arm to help her down the steps.
“I’d hate to trouble you,” Emma ground out, her voice deepened with the effort of holding in a groan of frustration. “My chauffeur is habitually late.”
“Then I should give you a ride,” Lance countered. He had yet to let go of her arm, and she was afraid she would have to cut it off to make a clean break. “Where are you staying?”
Having no clue of the lodging situation in Misthaven, she worried about another trap under Arthur’s expectant stare. “I’ll give you three guesses.”
“The Ritz,” he immediately countered.
“Right in one! But really, I’d rather wait for my car.” When the words left her mouth, the familiar lines of a black BMW cruised down the street slowly like the driver was looking for something. Or someone. Panicked, she flashed her new admirer a dazzling smile. “On second thought, let’s get out of here.”
As Lance handed her into his sports car, she heard Guinevere’s voice muttering to Sidney, “We don’t know anything about her. She came here all alone.”
“I notice she’s not leaving alone,” Arthur replied, smile widening as he caught her eye through the window and gave her a jaunty wave.
By jumping into a car with a virtual stranger for the second time that evening, she avoided one issue but created another. Her time was running out because this charade was doomed to fail when they arrived at the hotel and there wasn’t a room for Baroness Jones. She’d have to get rid of him in the parking lot.
Unsurprisingly, considering how her night was going, it was easier said than done. Lance appeared to be a gentleman if you overlooked his tendency to have affairs with other men’s wives and wouldn’t hear of dropping her off at the entrance. Throwing his keys toward the valet stand, he made his way to the concierge desk over her protests that she had some things to handle in the lobby before heading to her room.
She closed her eyes as she heard him say, “Checking into Baroness Jones’s room.”
Here it came. The boom.
“Of course, sir. Will that be all?”
Opening one eye, she watched as the employee handed over the room card. This couldn’t be right. She must be trapped in some nightmare where her pain and humiliation hung like a knife above her head, and the anticipation of the stabbing turned out to be worse than the violent act itself.
Laughing with fake merriment, she snatched the card from Lance before he could pocket it and said forcefully, “Thank you for a lovely evening. Good night.”
“My mother always said to see a woman to her door, or my job wasn’t done.”
Unable to hide her exasperation one second longer, she asked, “Don’t you know when to go home?”
“No.” With a broad smile, he held the elevator door open while she entered and wished for death. In hindsight, her original plan of sleeping on a park bench seemed like a real winner compared to this slow torture. She wouldn’t allow herself to think about the warm bed and warmer smile she had also turned down.
Tired, annoyed, and pining for her original driver of the evening, she didn’t even try to maintain a conversation with the man beside her, her head filled with dread at the idea she was about to open the door to a hotel room occupied by the real Baroness Jones. With the resigned stride of a prisoner walking the green mile, she reached the room slower than the situation called for and leaned against the door facing Lance. With a stony expression, she said pointedly, “Look, right to the door. You did your mother proud and can go home and sleep peacefully.”
“What? No nightcap?”
“No, absolutely not. I don’t need a mother to tell me inviting a man into my hotel room in the middle of the night is a bad idea. Go home.”
Laughing, he reached out and pushed her hair away from her face. “You’re magnificent.”
“I’m also married,” she bit out, barely resisting the urge to slap his hand away. There was something riveting about a man with an overabundance of confidence, but she refused to be charmed. If she were going to give in to any urges, she would have done it with the person behind Door Number One.
“So I’ve heard. At least make sure the card works. Those things are notoriously fickle, like most wives I’ve met.”
Chuckling despite herself, she swiped the card against the reader, grateful to hear the lock disengage in the quiet hallway. “There. Good night.”
Before he could say or do anything else, she slipped into the room and clicked the door firmly back in place. She tiptoed through the suite, not daring to turn on the lights while she looked for any trace someone else was in the room. Her search coming up empty, she reached over and flooded the bedroom with light.
The king-size bed looked heavenly. Giggling, she decided to make the most of this temporary reprieve. She dropped her clothes in a pile and ran to the bathroom, happy to find it as luxurious as the rest of the rooms in the suite. Turning the water all the way to hot, she allowed the steamy spray to wash away the hurt, the hopelessness, and the hysteria.
She stepped out of the shower an hour later, eyes red-rimmed and body weak with fatigue. Not even bothering to dry off, she collapsed in the bed and fell into a sleep plagued with blue eyes and black cars.
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The sound of the antique telephone ringing penetrated the fog in her brain as the last strands of sleep broke. Startled, Emma glanced down at her nude form and immediately looked beside her to see if she was alone. Her dreams of the previous night didn’t fade quickly, and the vivid image of the Captain and his wonderful stubble made her ache.
Groaning as memory replaced fantasy, she plopped back against the mattress and grabbed one of the nearly two dozen pillows haphazardly strewn across the bed to cover her head in an attempt to drown out the noise.
It wasn’t really her hotel room, so she probably shouldn’t answer it anyway.
Unfortunately, the caller didn’t know she was an imposter and seemed determined to reach the room’s occupant. She picked up the receiver and pulled it under the pillow to join her. In a groggy voice she asked, “What?”
The chirpy voice of a hotel employee responded, “Good morning, Baroness Jones. Your luggage has arrived.”
“From Boston?” That didn’t make any sense. She’d pawned her last remaining possessions less than forty-eight hours ago, but unless she packed a boomerang in the pocket of her favorite jeans, she wasn’t sure what they were doing in Misthaven.
“I’m not sure, madam. The delivery driver only mentioned it was for the baroness. It should be arriving at your room momentarily.”
As if summoned by magic, there was a knock and she hung up the phone while trying to wrap herself in the thick comforter. Dragging the ends of the blanket like a train behind her, she threw open the door and felt her eyes widen at the sight greeting her. Lining the hallway was a parade of hotel employees carrying a few pieces of luggage each.
In mute shock, she moved out of the way and the group started piling the bags in the living room of the suite. When the final trunk was laid in the corner by the wall of windows overlooking the town, she stood staring unblinkingly at the head bellhop.
“Will there be anything else, Baroness?”
“No, I think this is quite enough.”
“Very well.”
The group seemed hesitant to depart, and she did a quick check to make sure her makeshift toga hadn’t slipped. Finding everything was as it should be, reason soaked through her dazed brain and she said, “Oh, the tip!”
“No, madam. Your chauffeur took care of it already. He wanted to know if you’d be needing the car today. It’s beautiful weather out.”
“My chauffeur took care of the tip and wants to know if I need the car…” she echoed back, trying to see if the words made more sense if she was the one saying them. No. No such luck. She was going mad. That was the only explanation. Or maybe the Captain wasn’t all he seemed to be and he had drugged her and this was simply a hallucination. Noticing the flock of bellhops was waiting patiently for her response, she smiled benignly and said, “I wouldn’t be surprised.”
A voice called out from the doorway, “And what about breakfast, Baroness?”
The hotel employees filed out, leaving her and her unexpected visitor alone. Pulling the comforter more tightly around herself, she hissed, “Arthur. It was you.”
“What was me, my dear?”
“The money, the room, the clothes, the chauffeur. Does Baron Jones even exist, or did you make him up?”
“I like to think of him as more of a group effort. You provided the inspiration; I provided the title. Seeing you in all your lost girl glory last night gave me an idea.”
“From the moment you looked at me, I had an idea you had an idea. I’m not interested.”
Chuckling, he tossed his hat and jacket across a nearby chair and sank into the couch. “I’m sure there is a robe or something a little less linen closet in one of these suitcases. I’ll close my eyes while you look if you’d like.”
“I think I’ll stay over here.” Where it’s safe.
“You have nothing to fear from me, dear. I’m here to make a proposal. One that will be mutually beneficial, I hope,” he drawled, picking a piece of fluff off his pants. He continued to avert his eyes, which she found strange since he stopped by to proposition her over breakfast apparently. “This is only the tip of the iceberg. I can guarantee you’ll never have to worry about money again.”
“Still not interested. You know the way out.”
“Come on, Baroness. Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable and hear me out? I promise it’s nothing like what you think.”
“Arthur, when Little Red Riding Hood spots long, gray whiskers, it’s ridiculous to keep insisting you’re the grandmother,” she retorted, moving carefully toward the nearest bag so she didn’t accidentally flash him. Pulling out a shirt at random, she riffled through the case until she found a pair of shorts as well. Scrambling to the bathroom, she called out over her shoulder. “Go huff and puff somewhere else.”
“I guess that means I’m the big bad wolf,” he said with a smile as he moved to trail after her. When she slammed the door in his face, he raised his voice and added, “I’ve certainly been called worse. Tell me, what was your impression of Lance?”
“I think neither of you takes no for an answer very well,” she mumbled as she pulled on the shirt and stared at herself in the mirror. What bizarre alternate universe had she stumbled into, and how in the world was she going to return to reality. Talking to her reflection, she said, “You’re Emma Swan. You’re not a baroness. Killian Jones is not your husband. You are not going to shack up with Lance or Arthur.”
“Nice pep talk, but if I may be so bold as to suggest a different path,” her visitor interrupted from the other side of the door. “You see, my old friend Lancelot and my wife think they are in love.”
“That’s very cozy but not my problem.”
“I’d like to pay you to make it your problem, Emma Swan. Nice name, by the way. Last night was the first time since their affair started that I thought there might be a ray of hope. The whole time Lance was flirting with you, my wife was fighting tears.”
Rolling her eyes, she snapped open the door and was satisfied to see him lose his balance. “Who won?”
“I plan to, and I’d like you to be on my team. I just need you to keep his attention long enough for Guin to come to her senses.”
Moving past him, she picked up her discarded dress from the prior evening and grabbed the laundry bag out of the nearby closet. “Why don’t you punch him and be done with it?”
“He’s the top man at our boxing club. And besides, the last thing I need is to drive her further into his arms by making him a martyr.” He reached over and placed his hand on her arm, stilling her frantic movements. “Please. At least hear me out.”
Meeting his gaze for the first time since he entered the room, she observed, “You really love her, don’t you?”
“Yes. She’s not the only one who made mistakes. I need your help to make this right. And it might work out well for you too, you know. Lance’s family makes a superior income from a very inferior champagne. He’s no baron, but he does have the bank account of one.”
“I think you need a lawyer, not another homewrecker.”
“I’ll never get a divorce. Come on, Emma. We’re having a party at my estate in the Enchanted Forest. Come out this weekend and give it a go. I’ll pay you fifty thousand to show up and another fifty if this harebrained scheme works.”
“I… I’m not sure…”
“Am I upsetting some other plans? Do you have another offer?”
Thinking of black leather jackets and pie, she smiled wistfully. Shaking herself, she tried to focus on the fact that a hundred grand would pay back what Neal had stolen from Granny and leave enough for her to put a down payment on a place in the city. “Yes, I think I do. But fine, I’ll play along through the end of the weekend. Then I’m out regardless of what happens.”
“Fair enough. I’ll let Guin know I ran into you and invited you to join the party,” he said with a grin. If he had a mustache, she was sure he’d be twirling it.
Before they could discuss any other details, there was another knock at the door. With an exasperated expression, Emma asked her companion, “What now?”
Putting his hands up in a placating gesture, Arthur assured her, “Hey, this one isn’t me.”
Yanking open the door, she saw an enormous bouquet of red roses. She took the flowers with both hands as Arthur cocked his eyebrow in silent question and pulled out the card. “‘If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. -Lance.’ Huh. I rather resent that. The note to Guin just said, ‘So glad we met.’”
Notes:
For those who were wondering about Arthur’s trap, the Budapest subway is one of the oldest in the world and the line he mentioned was completed in 1896.
The quote on Lancelot’s card is from Claudia Adrienne Grandi.
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rainy night muse
pairing: arthur morgan x neutral!reader
summary: Heavy rain slammed against the tent’s folds as thunder roared throughout camp. This night felt longer than any other. You were exhausted. You just wanted to get some sleep.
word count: 1.7k
warnings: none, other than extreme fluff with one cowboy.
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You and Arthur had spent the day hunting, gathering supplies and various items requested by fellow camp members, all while committing petty crimes along the way. Hunting always made you incredibly sore to the point where other members had taken notice. Ms. Grimshaw always assured there were other ways for you to earn your keep, but you brushed the offers off. Despite the aching, hunting was always your favorite pastime to share with Arthur.
After rounding up your hunts, you and Arthur decided to head back to camp. When you both approached your horse, Arthur saddled up first, then reached out his arm for you to hop on. On the way back, nightfall slowly began to creep into The Heartlands. Arthur had spent any free-breathing second scribbling away in his journal, which soon became the quickly discussed topic on the ride back.
“What’d ya draw today?” you questioned.
Despite not seeing his face, you could feel tints of red smearing across his face, and the heat coming off of it.
“Uhh.. scenery? Not real sure, jus’ random things I saw beauty in, I suppose,” he laughed nervously.
You were both usually quiet after strenuous days like today. Occasionally, you mumble-sang random songs together or pointed out breathtaking views. There was always something about talking to you that made Arthur’s heart skip beats, and his palms drown in his own sweat. Speaking his true mind was always a difficult task.
Once you arrived at camp, the day turned into a deep pitch black, only to be combated by the bright illumination of the campfire. Arthur hopped off first to hitch the horse, then came back around to help you off.
You both went around saying your hellos to those still awake, and gave your hunted animals over to Pearson.
After handing over the hunted animals, you and Arthur went back to your tent to drop a couple of things off, and to turn in for the night.
You sat down on your shared cot and quietly watched Arthur rustle through his satchel before finally placing it down on the table.
Before coming over to sit down, Arthur mumbled, “Shit -- I’ll be right back, just forgot to do somethin’.”
“Y’alright?” you questioned him.
“Yeah. Just forgot to.. to give everyone their things. I hope they’re still awake. Shouldn’t be too much trouble, I’ll be back in a minute,” Arthur said as he shuffled through his satchel, picking out the few items that camp members had requested.
After Arthur left, you dug through his satchel, took out his journal, and began to flip through his beautiful paragraphs and illustrations.
Arthur knew you read his paragraphs and looked at his drawings. It was mostly because of how you spoke about different things, and how you would try to compliment him on his art, which was never received well. He was self-conscious about his art and writing being seen by anybody else; it initially was for his eyes only. As time went on, he grew less worried about your reading, as long as it was only you seeing his work. He never believed you when you tried to compliment him on his art, and would sometimes grow defensive if he thought you were kidding. You would never do such a thing, but he suspected otherwise.
Flipping through the pages, you finally found his writing and drawings from that day. On one side of the page, he wrote a small blurb about enjoying hunting with you, and how beautiful the scenery was. You laughed a little bit, before flipping the page to see his daily drawing.
Tears immediately filled your eyes and trickled down your face. You glided your fingers across the page. His daily drawing was a beautiful portrait of you, "Muse" scrawled hastily underneath. You closed the journal and slipped it back into his satchel.
You sat down on your cot and continued to happily cry with the cheesiest smile smeared across your face. You meant the world to Arthur, but he always struggled to outright say so. You raised your head to Arthur’s return, still teary-eyed.
“I’m back, y’alright?” he questioned. He seemed mildly puzzled.
“Yeah~ I’m alright. Nothin’ to worry about,” you responded.
But Arthur knew exactly what to worry about.
Arthur felt his heart begin to race out of embarrassment. He felt loved, but he also felt his usual sense of guilt. He didn’t believe that he deserved to be loved by such a beautiful person like you. After Mary had left, he grew afraid of history repeating itself.
Arthur didn’t know what to say or do other than nod his head, and mumble, “Thanks.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes, so you gazed off into the void behind him.
“Don’t mention it, Morgan.”
Once you stood up, Arthur pulled you tightly into his arms. While nearly suffocating, you were welcomed by the soft aromas of pine and whiskey, mixed in with sweat. You felt at home.
Arthur loosened his hold on you with one arm and used the other to gently ruffle your hair.
“I care about you, Darlin’... so, so much,” Arthur mumbled into your ear.
Arthur could feel you smiling deep into his chest. He pulled you away so he could gaze into your gorgeous eyes.
“You’re my world, Y/N,” Arthur said as he carefully dragged his thumb across your face, wiping away the remainder of your tears. “You’ve turned me into a goddamned fool”.
You pulled him back in and kissed his cheek, his stubble scraping against your skin. You felt a sudden temperature change in his face.
You carefully pulled away while tracing his jawline, only to have him tug you back in and give you a quick smooch on the lips.
“You’re so handsome,” you said.
He gave you a puzzled look and chuckled. “Maybe it’s time to visit the eye doctor then?”
You playfully shook your head. “Don’t think so, cowboy”.
Your mutual flirtations were interrupted by bellowing thunder and heavy rain, and nearly every camp member rising to their feet.
“Sonuvabitch,” Arthur sighed. “Let’s go help out.”
Everyone rushed to get their belongings out of the rain and load them back into the proper wagons. Thank God there wasn’t much to move around. You and Arthur were both completely drenched in no time, but kept on loading the wagons.
“Everyone alright?” Arthur called out.
“Yes, Mr. Morgan," "Yes, Arthur,” various voices across camp responded.
“Alright, Just a bit of thunder and rain, nothin’ to worry about. Let’s try to get some rest.”
As everyone went back to sleep, you and Arthur headed back to your wagon and tent.
You looked and felt like shit, and so did Arthur. You were both overworked, exhausted, and soaking wet from the rain -- not to mention the deep aching pain throughout your neck, back, and shoulders.
Arthur walked over to the small area where you both kept your pajamas and took them out.
“Here ya go,” he said in a deep, exhausted tone.
“Thanks,” you responded.
As you took your pajamas from Arthur, you gave him a small head notion for him to put his eyes elsewhere, or to turn around.
“Alright,” he said as he turned around and covered his eyes. “I won’t look at ya.”
“Thanks,” you said as you finished getting dressed, pulling your shirt over your head. “‘Free to turn around now.”
After you returned the favor, you both crawled into your shared cot. The rain continued to pour hard against your tent.
You snuggled close into Arthur and carefully sprawled your hand across his chest, before putting your head down.
His soft breathing and heartbeat were more comforting and relaxing than he could ever understand. Arthur raised his hand and gently played with your hair, which always sent tingles down your spine.
You could’ve passed out immediately on his chest, but the harsh rain had decided otherwise. You hated it when it poured. Arthur never understood your hatred for the rain, as it always immediately lulled him to sleep. On stormy nights, he would battle the pull of gravity on his eyelids so he could lull you to sleep first. It seemed like this night would be the same.
“Y’did good today, I’m so… so proud of you.” Arthur mumbled into your ear.
His voice had dropped a ton in comparison to when he last spoke. His voice was naturally deep and raspy, but when that man grew tired, his voice sure could tell. He spoke so much slower, deeper, and raspier the more exhausted he was, and God did you find it to be one of the sexiest things about him.
You gently kissed his neck before rolling off his chest and onto your back.
You tried so hard to stay still and quiet, but you mindlessly tossed and turned. Sometimes you would move so much, you would accidentally kick Arthur.
What felt like two hours passed, and you were still wide awake, kept conscious by the relentless aches in your muscles.
Arthur hadn’t slept. Your constant movement, kicking, and whimpers had kept him awake.
“Wh… What’chu whimpering for? Is something wrong, Darlin'?” Arthur slowly said, barely conscious.
“My back and shoulders… they… they hurt so badly, Arthur,” you whined.
You sounded like you were about to cry. You just wanted to get some goddamn sleep.
Arthur laid still for a moment. “I… I have an idea, can you roll over on your stomach for me?” He muttered as he carefully nudged you onto your side, and then onto your stomach.
Arthur motioned behind you and grazed his hand across your shoulder, “I’m gonna rub your shoulders and back for you, is that alright?” he asked. Once you nodded, he applied a bit more pressure, which caused you to wince.
“God damn.... knotted up to high heaven,” he murmured as he began to gently massage your back and shoulders. You whimpered and groaned when Arthur found a sore or sensitive spot, but he could feel you begin to relax underneath him, telling him that his hard work was greatly appreciated. Arthur gradually slowed down for a minute to admire you. He smiled softly as he watched the rise and fall of your shoulders as you began to nod off.
Only ten minutes after he started, you had fallen completely asleep.
“Goodnight, Muse,” he mumbled as he ran his hand across your shoulders.
After a job well done, Arthur slid off of your back, rolled onto his, and quickly dozed off.
He loved to sleep to the ear-pleasing harmonies of the pouring rain, but only if you were taken care of first.
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an: first fic for this fandom, I hope you guys like it! I’m always open to writing suggestions, feel free to leave some in my inbox.
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Can’t Get Enough Part 4
Oh our poor, poor Billie. How will Lee handle the aftermath? How will Billie?
Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?
Word Count: 2.4k
As he promised, Lee checked in the next day around lunch. He didn’t work that day, so he wasn’t in his uniform and he could spend as long as he needed with Billie. He sat on the front porch and ate sandwiches with Billie. She didn’t say much to him. She didn’t know what to say.
“You’re quitting that job,” he told her. She nodded. Then she started crying.
“Billie, don’t cry,” he begged, kneeling in front of her.
“I’m sorry. I’m scared,” she sobbed, “I know those boys won’t get charged and everyone is going to say this is my fault.”
“But it’s not your fault. And you don’t have to be alone anywhere you go if you don’t want to. I can take you places,” he soothed, rubbing her hair. Joy couldn’t help but see the tender exchanged from her place inside. Did the young deputy have feelings for her daughter? Joy knew Lee would make a good husband for Billie, but how was Billie supposed to trust any man after last night? Lee began to pull away.
“Don’t leave me,” she cried in panic.
“I’m not leaving ya,” Lee promised, “Let’s go for a walk.” Billie nodded and followed him. They walked the property.
“I-I have something to say,” Billie whispered.
“What?” He asked, worried about what she would say next.
“Last night I really thought I was gonna die. And I really regretted that I hadn’t told you that I like you a lot,” she answered.
“Well, I really like you too, sugar,” he smiled.
“But I was thinking that I want to lose my virginity to you,” she said, avoiding his eyes as he said it. Lee is shocked.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I just don’t want to get pregnant.” Billie looked anywhere but his eyes.
“I could get condoms,” Lee told her, “But let’s not worry about that right now. I just want you heal up and then we can talk about it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly.
Each day for the rest of the week, Lee would pay Billie a visit. And each day she was becoming more and more herself again. She was less jumpy. And her injuries began to heal. After two weeks she felt almost normal. She just had a ton of anxiety about going back to town and seeing anyone who wasn’t her family or Lee. She and Lee planned to meet that night. He planned on just sitting with her and talking. But that wasn’t at all what she had in mind.
She raced through the woods just like she always did after her parents fell asleep. She smiles widely when she sees him. He starts the car and begins to drive to the usual place.
“I was hoping I could go to your house tonight,” she whispered.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, “Why?” Billie slides so close to him that she’s pressed against him.
“Because I want you to make love to me tonight,” she whimpers in his ear. Lee nearly drove them off the road at that admission. Billie giggles at him. He’s hard as a rock. He quickly turns down the road to head to his house. It’s in a neighborhood, but his neighbors are used to him coming and going at odd hours because of his job. So they won’t be perturbed by him coming home and leaving later. He unlocks the door and leads Billie inside. She follows to his bedroom, he draws the curtains so no one can see in. He turns on one lamp, before turning toward Billie.
He leaned down to capture her lips. Her hands push his jacket from his shoulders. Next she undoes his belt and his pants. He presses her against him, his own hands unzipping her dress. They each pull back to survey one another. Billie is in just a slip that covers her bra and underwear. Lee unbuttons his shirt and exposed his chest to Billie, she pulls the slip over her head. Lee pulled her back to him. He palmed her breasts as he kissed her. Billie slid her hands into his pants to play with his cock. Lee walked her backward until she fell back onto the bed. He removed the remainder of his clothes before turning his attention to Billie. Slowly, he pulled her underwear from her body, then her bra followed. Lee laid her back on the bed and just kissed her.
Billie felt electric. They’d explored each other’s bodies plenty of times, but this felt different. Her body vibrated with want. She wanted him so bad. Her hands ran up and down his back. Lee pulled away from her lips and nuzzled his face into her neck. He kissed her neck with an open mouth.
“Are you still sure about this?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes, I want you,” she answered. Lee nodded, he knew he had to prepare her. He needed to get her wet. He rubbed his fingers up and down her folds. He gently rubbed her clit, before sinking two fingers into her. Still unbelievably tight. He pumped in and out of her until her arousal pooled into his hand.
“So wet,” he says in awe.
“I’ve been dripping for you for days,” she whimpers.
“Oh yeah?” He eggs her on, a third finger entering her.
“Yes, I want inside me. I need it,” she pants.
“I can’t say no to you, sugar,” he says. He leaned over to the bedside table where he had the condoms she requested he buy. He took one and rolled it down his length.
“Your first time might hurt a little, so just tell me if you want me to stop,” he told her. She nodded. Lee crawled back over her, holding himself up on his forearms, her legs wrapped around him. He pushed his cock into her, slowly. The first few inches he was able to slide in easily, but she gasping before he was even halfway in. Billie thought for sure it would split her open or rip something inside her at least.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re doing great,” he soothed her.
“Keep going,” she commanded. Lee followed her directions and kept pushing in until he was fully seated. He stilled himself and played with her clit, he nuzzled his head into her neck, kissing and licking. Waiting for her to adjust to him. There was no amount of time that could prepare Billie.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, “You doing okay?”
“Just move,” Billie muttered through clenched teeth, she was determined to see her plan through. Lee started slowly thrusting.
“So tight around me, sugar,” he groaned. If Lee wasn’t careful he knew that he would blow his load too quick. He kept his movement slow, every time he bottomed out, Billie whimpered. But he could feel her relaxing more and more each time. He sped up slightly.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetie,” he grunted, before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He wanted to try a different position, but was scared to hurt her.
“Does it feel good for you?” She whined, she hoped that she felt good to him.
“Baby, you feel amazing. I could stay inside you forever. The next time will be better for you I promise, the first time is just hard,” he moaned, “God, you are so beautiful.”
“Come on baby,” she encouraged in the sexiest voice she could muster. He liked that. He couldn’t get enough of her. He came with a shout, inside of Billie. Collapsed over her, panting as he came down. She winced as he pulled out.
“Oh baby, I wish I had a camera. You look pretty as a picture,” he chuckled. She leaned up and saw that his condom-covered length had a slight tinge of blood over it. Lee rolled to his side. He pulled Billie into his arms, kissing her lips, nose, and forehead. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. But he also didn’t want to scare her. He drove her back to the wooded area by her house.
“Same time tomorrow?” She smirks.
“Anything you want sugar,” he smiled.
The next night Lee noticed that Billie was walking funny.
“You sore?” He asked, driving away.
“A little,” she admitted.
“I did my best to be gentle given the circumstances,” he promised
“I think you underestimate how large you are.. down there I mean,” Billie chuckles. It’s an awkward chuckle. Like she wanted to tease him but was too nervous. He glances over at her, a wicked glint in his eyes. She’s doing her best to repress a smirk. Lee takes one hand off the steering wheel and grabs her thigh.
“You telling me I have a big, fat cock darlin’?” He teases.
“Maybe,” Billie giggles. Lee is quick to find a deserted street. It was supposed to be a dead-end street for newer houses to be built. But the developers scrapped the project. He pulled down the street far enough that no passersby could see them.
“Let me make you feel good, baby,” Lee mutters, cutting the engine. She nods eagerly at him. He slides down the front bench, closer to her. He grabs her face and kisses her desperately. She can’t get close enough to him. She’s pulling on his jacket, desperate to get it off him. Lee holds her against him tightly as their tongues wrestle for dominance. Her tongue ghosting over the roof of his mouth. She’s moaning into the kiss, holding his face to hers. He finds the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly. She quickly gets the idea and sheds the dress over her head. She’s left in a simple slip, bra, and underwear. Every inch of her is beautiful. Lee pulls his jacket off, finally giving into her. Billie’s hands go to the buttons on his shirt, quickly undoing them, she pushes the shirt off his shoulders, leaving him in a sleeveless undershirt.
She undoes his pants next. His bulge even more prominent against just his boxers. Without breaking their kiss, Billie straddles Lee. He grips her hips and grinds her against his length. She breaks the kiss with a loud moan.
“Lee,” she gasps.
“Tell me what you want babydoll,” he commands.
“I want you inside me,” she begs. He’s quick to follow her directive. He moves her panties to the side and frees his cock. He runs length through her pussy lips, before pulling away and separating from Billie enough to dig a condom from his pants pocket.
“Do you need me?” He teased, rolling a condom down his length.
“Yes, I need you,” she moaned.
He grunts as he pulls her down on his cock, “I bet that feels better than last time, now that there’s nothing in the way. Ain’t that right baby? Does it feel good?”
“Oh, Lee. You feel so good,” she gasps. He’s still gripping her hips, completely directing her movements.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Keep going up and down just like this on my cock, okay? I want to put my hands all over ya,” he directs. Billie nods. Tonight he gets to play with her more, since he doesn’t have to focus on holding back as much. Billie continues to ride him as he palms her breasts. He pushes the slip and bra out of his way so he can suck on her. She’s taken by surprise by this action so her movements pause. Lee slaps her ass in retaliation. She shrieks in surprise but continues to work his cock inside her. He switches to the other breast. He lavishes her with attention. She didn’t think it could feel this good.
“Lee,” she gasps desperately.
“Lay on your back, honey,” he directs. She’s quick to follow orders. She’s instantly splayed out in front of him, legs open. Lee climbs over her and pushes back inside. But now he can set the pace and he picks a brutal one. Billie can hardly contain her screams of pleasure.
“Oh baby,” he moans, mind running a million miles an hour, “I’m gonna get elected sheriff this fall. I’m gonna make you my pretty little housewife. You’ll be such a good little wife for me. You’ll help me run this town. Practically gonna be the queen of it. You’re so smart you’ll know just what to do to help me keep getting elected, won’t you pretty baby?” Billie moans in agreement. Lee chuckles at her desperation. “Yeah you will. And we’ll have a nice, big wedding. The whole town is gonna come to see me marry you. You’ll wear a white dress even though we both know that you’re a whore for me. Desperate to get me between your legs.” Billie nods. “You’ll be so beautiful. Then I’m gonna buy you a big ole house. Any house you want. As fancy as you want. And I’ll take you every night. I know you’ll beg me for it. I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum. Gonna knock you up. And you’ll give me a whole mess of babies. Won’t you sugar?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.
“Is that what this tight pussy wants?” He teases.
“Please Lee,” she begs.
“Tell me,” he demands, “Tell me what our future is gonna be like. I wanna hear it from those pretty lips.”
Billie runs her hands up and down his back.
“You’re gonna marry me. Make me Mrs. Bodecker. The whole town is gonna think I’m the perfect wife for a sheriff. So sweet and timid. But when you get me home at night I’ll be a whore just for you. I’m gonna beg for your cum every chance I get. I want you to fill me up with all your babies,” she says. Lee is so close, he’s about to burst. But he wants one more thing before he finishes.
“Tell me that you love me,” he orders. Billie is taken aback by his words.
“Tell me, sugar,” he slaps her thigh. She nods, grabbing his head so she can whisper in his ear.
“Please Lee,” she begs, “I love you and I want you to make me the next Mrs. Bodecker.” With that Lee roars out his climax. Feeling him twitch inside her, causes Billie to erupt. Lee is on cloud nine. He’s got a perfect little future in front of him. Billie kisses him deeply.
Lee can feel himself start to get hard again so he pulls away, or else he knows he’ll never get her home.
“Let’s get you home, darlin’,” he sighs as he rights his clothes. Billie is dazed but catches on to what he wants her to do. She fixes her dress, before Lee exits the abandoned development. He grabs her hand, and holds it to his lips to kiss it. She stares at him dreamily.
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