#and sorry too for all the questions i didn't answer yet
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Lando Norris and [Y/n] Wolff are an on-and-off thing, fans think they're all good after [Y/n] releases a song supposedly about Lando, but they forget he's not the only Brit on the grid.
username1 HE LAUGHS AT ALL MY JOKES
↳username2 AND HE SAYS I'M SO AMERICAN
username3 sorry but in which part is y/n american?
↳username1 her mother, Y/m/n Y/l/n, is American and Y/n spent most of her life in the US after Y/m/n and Toto divorced
username3 oooh good to know, thank you!!
username4 I'm so happy to know Y/n and Lando are still together after all
↳username5 But they were never official
username4 But it's obvious! They were seen on dates many times, hanging out around Monaco, not to mention every time Y/n is in the paddock she spends more time in the McLaren garage than Mercedes'
username6 my fav nepo baby <3
username7 damn Lando must be doing a good job lol
username8 Y/n finally released a love song, everybody thank Lando
username9 Weren't there rumours about them being over forever just during the winter break?
↳username10 Toto would find a way to get Lando kicked out of F1 if he ever broke Y/n's heart lmao
username9 What does Toto gotta do with McLaren?
username10 He's rich? Lol
username9 And? Stroll's daddy is rich as well yet he can't make idk Verstappen disappear lol rich doesn't mean he can do anything he wants
username11 Guys I have a bad feeling, we actually haven't seen them together in a long time , I'm afraid they might be actually broken up for good
↳username6 I wouldn't read too much into it, Y/n studies in Monaco so she isn't able to attend races right now
username11 You sure? Y/n hasn't made a single appearance since the season started
username6 The season started in the middle of her uni year lol you ever thought of that?
↳username7 this is literally a love song, how are we even wondering if they broke up? she wouldn't release this if they were done
username6 THIS!! I feel like this song is a confirmation from Y/n that all is good, maybe she was tired of people talking if they're broken up or not
username5 Then why don't they make it official?
username6 that's not a question i can answer
username12 "I'll go anywhere he goes" then why aren't you attending races miss girl? Education can wait
↳username2 lmao it literally can't wait
username13 "the books you read" ma'am, Lando looks like he hasn't touched a single book his whole life
↳username12 And it's not like he dresses that well either, his style is nothing special
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y/n's texts with Lando
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username1 All men are the same I swear
↳username2 nooo I swear there are good ones, but that's just not Lando
username3 excuse me sir, y/n has just written a love song about you
username4 NOOOO THE WAY HE PUT HIS HAND ON THE GIRL'S LOWER BACK
↳username1 Him and Y/n are done frfr 😭
username5 Do we know who the girl is?
↳f1gossip Not yet, but I'm sure we'll know in no time
username6 Wtf is wrong with you, it's not her fault Lando can't focus on one woman
username7 But there's no way she didn't know about him and Y/n ;)
username6 There is/was no "Lando and Y/n", they never confirmed a relationship
username8 He's just won in Miami, I was hoping they'd make it official after that :(
↳username9 Sameeee it would be so cool
↳username10 Literally same, it'd be perfect
username11 Lando Norris, you disappoint me again
↳username12 at this point Y/n must be used to that lmao poor girl I hope she finds someone better
username13 WHAT DOES TOTO SAY ABOUT IT?
↳username3 Whats he supposed to say? Y/n is a grown woman, stop treating her like a baby
username14 I swear if we see Y/n back again with him after THIS I'm gonna break some dishes
↳username15 Yeah I hope she'll find some self respect and finally leave his ass
username16 Y/n I beg you to leave him, the d can't be THAT fire
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landonorris replied to your story:
↳mind if i join?
yn_wolff:
yeah lol don't join
landonorris:
i was gonna sail today anyway, what if we do it together?
hey i think i see u thru my window who are u with?
yn_wolff:
with dad and susie
stalker ass creep don't get anywhere near me today
landonorris:
I see another man
who is he?
*seen*
y/n answer me who is he
is that russell?
fucking russell wtf is he doing there
he better keep his hands away from you
what the fuck why are u hugging him
yn_wolff:
i'm hugging george and I'll do something worse if you don't stop with ur stalker shit
landonorris:
what the fuck do you mean y/n
yn_wolff:
don't worry, I'm sure that blonde girl would love to give you a hug, you should go see her
landonorris:
she's just a friend
y/n you're mine
she doesn't mean shit to me
don't show my texts to russell
yn_wolff:
Hello it's George, stop texting my girlfriend or we'll have to tell Toto
landonorris:
girlfriend?
username1 Right after? The Lando thing was yesterday
↳f1gossip Yeah, and this was this morning
username2 Whats Y/n doin with George? 🤨
↳username3 in case you forgot she's y/n WOLFF, the daughter of Mercedes' boss which GR drives for
username4 After seeing Y/n's story I hoped she's finally spending some time with Lando but...
↳username5 Have u seen what Lando posted? 😂
username4 What did he post?
username5 Oh apparently he deleted it already lol it was a story
username5 Anyway he posted like a lowkey thirst trap pic and the music he added was Tumblr girls by g eazy lmao
username4 Boohoo consequences of his own actions catching up
username5 Yeahh and he especially chose the verse that goes like "fucking off and on, always stop and go, probably got someone, choose not to know"
username6 Guys, I say we take in consideration the possibility of 'so american' being about George
landonorris Monaco weekend 🇲🇨☀
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username1 Why do I feel like he posted this just so people think Y/n was there with him even though there's not a single pic of her? 😂
↳username2 Bro why he want her when he can't have her anymore?
username3 get over it, it's your fault
username4 I feel like he's tryna say "Hey guys look, Y/n took these pics" but why would we believe it 💀
↳username1 Exactly!! We all KNOW she most likely spent the day with George
username5 Now all i think about when i see Lando is the story he deleted 😭
↳username6 totally hahah he literally called Y/n a bitch but also admitted that he can't help wanting other girls
username7 Wait when did this happen? When did he say that?
username6 he never said that, it's lyrics of a song he posted but quickly deleted
username5 He immediately regretted hahah
username8 @/maxfewtrell Tell Lando to behave, why are you even helping him with this bullshit?
username9 It's too late, you had your chance FOR HALF A YEAR and still chose to lead Y/n on, now she got someone else and you're being petty
↳username10 She let him lead her on for half a year? Damn it he should pay for her therapy
username9 I feel like she really hoped she can change him but realized "if you can't change the man, change the man"
username10 Very accurate lmao
username11 Guys, I believe Y/n and Lando were a thing for much more time than half a year, it was going on for at least a year, they were just very secretive about it
username9 Well, good for her to finally get out of this shit, she deserves so much better and I hope George will give her that
username1 I bet Toto loves his new son in law
↳username2 He has to be very relieved to know Y/n chose George eventually
username3 We still don't know if they're dating, remember George drives for Mercedes
username4 I really hope Lando is crying rn
username5 Now Lando for sure can't trick us into thinking Y/n was with him lmao
username6 I love George for saving Y/n
username7 I love them, they're all so old money, Y/n and George are a great match
username8 MY DELULU IS BECOMING TRULULU
username9 This is our confirmation that so american is about George
username10 I feel like Y/n upgraded at some point but at one point also downgraded
↳username2 Let's not talk about it, we should be happy for her and George, at least he won't treat her like an option
username11 George is literally THE MAN for Y/n, I'm so glad she finally realized that
↳username12 Chill, let's not assume stuff before we have any statement from them, we all know where assuming can get us
username13 This is my old money dream
username14 HEAR ME OUT but I'd actually love to see George and Y/n get married one day
↳username12 THIS is exactly where assuming can get us
yn_wolff Oh you'll like him, he's really kind andhe's funny like you sometimes, and I found someone I really like maybe for the first time
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username1 I'm so happy for them I'm gonna cry
lewishamilton Invite me next time!
↳georgerussell63 Toto said it was family only, I'm sorry, Lewis!
↳yn_wolff Ask Ferrari to invite you wtf
username1 lmao only Y/n Wolff can talk to a 7 times world champion like that
username2 YESSSS IT'S OFFICIAL
↳username1 Y/n is officially free from Lando!!
username3 I love the vibes, I love the fact that Y/n is dating a driver from her dad's team, I love the fact that Toto accepts it
↳username4 He must've been going CRAZY when Y/n had the situationship with Lando
username3 Absolutely and I think we all know about Toto's anger issues lol
susie_wolff 💝
↳yn_wolff 🩷
ymn_yln I hope George knows he's welcome in America too 😊
↳yn_wolff Of course!! We have a plane on Friday❤️
↳georgerussell63 I wanted to take Y/n to Miami so we can visit after the GP, but she refused 😔
yn_wolff Shut up I have uni!!
georgerussell63 It can't be more important than me meeting your mum
lilymhe Beautiful couple 😚
↳yn_wolff @/susie_wolff it's about you and dad💕
lilymhe Might as well be 😂
username3 Susie and Toto literally are Y/n and George in like 20 years lmao
alex_albon Finally, no more secrets
↳username2 ALBONO KNEW?
username4 Phew I can't imagine how much stress it was for him 😂
username5 George just MIGHT be the guy which so american is about...
username6 Something about this relationship makes me feel so at peace and I don't even know them in person
charles_leclerc Someone check on Lando😂
↳yn_wolff Charles 💀
username5 Is he wrong tho
username7 I laughed harder than I should've
↳username8 Betting all my money he's regretting all his actions
username9 As he should tbh imagine leading sb on for about a year, people who do this are evil
username8 Yeah, that was so wrong of him
username10 No but I need to know what books George reads tho
landonorris 👍
↳yn_wolff Stalker ass you don't even follow me
↳username4 THE AUDACITY
landonorris I hope you'll have fun while it lasts
↳yn_wolff YOU'RE the one to speak about lasting
↳georgerussell63 Not your place to worry about it🙂
username5 THE EMOJI MAKES IT SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON
username1 "THE WAY YOU DRESS, THE BOOKS YOU READ" he dresses well✅ he looks like he reads✅
username2 He's the perfect man for Y/n frfr
username3 I'm so happy that it's not about Lando after all, I was like girl he's treating you like shit and you write a love song??
username4 I've been waiting for it for YEARS
username5 So they had a thing for no longer than since the end of winter break and already made it official
↳username2 Something Lando couldn't do for almost a whole ass year lmao
username6 But have y'all noticed how obsessed with Y/n Lando is suddenly?
↳username1 of course he is, that's how it works, he's been rejected so his fragile ego is hurt
username3 He's even liking fans' edits of Y/n😭man is manifesting hard but I doubt anything can help him
username7 Good to know George's hands are warmer than hell, they don't look like it
username8 Girlie deserved a man who doesn't have commitment issues aka is a real man, I'm glad she got him
username9 Y'all think Lando reads Y/n x reader fanfics?👀
↳username1 Totally
↳username2 I can imagine it
↳username3 He'll do it until his delulu becomes trululu (it'll never happen🔥)
username10 I'll laugh so hard if now Lando will now stop fooling around with other girls 😂
username11 Can't wait for a whole album full of love songs about him
↳username12 I don't think we'll have to wait for long
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#formula 1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 social media au#george russel x reader#George Russell imagine#George Russell smau#George Russell social media au#Lando Norris x reader#Lando Norris imagine#Lando norris smau#Lando norris social media au
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Remnants of the Past
Xanthus x Reader
Slow dancing with Xanthus
Here's that draft I mentioned in your comments @chilliesillie!
Uhhhh I'm sorry in advance👁👁
Clai yes you🫵 that apology doesn't apply to you jk jk ily<3
Also just for you I made sure Love tells Xanthus they love him in this one!
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And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?
The waves crashed against a rocky edge where the land touched the sea, each crash a rhythmic roar of nature's might.
The blindfold on your eyes left everything to your imagination, the rest of your sense dances with the stimulation of the elements, the cold breeze against your skin, the relentless surge of the waves and seagulls screeching overhead.
Xanthus’ unwavering insistence on the blindfold, urged you to keep it in place until deemed fit for you to remove it. You embraced his request without hesitation, excited for whatever surprise he had planned for you. With his guidance leading your steps, you didn’t feel a single ounce of worry or concern. You trusted him wholeheartedly after all.
"I smell the ocean." You smile.
"Well that much is obvious, isn't it? You can hear it too." His body moves behind yours, gently pulling at the silky cloth obscuring your vision. "Alright, you ready?"
"As I'll ever be!" You cheered, bracing yourself for what you're about to see.
You were quick to realise that no amount of mental preparation was ever going to be enough for the sight before you. Silently, you stare in awe and your mouth drops open as you heave a sigh.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Xanthus mused at your reaction than the actual scene before him.
From where you stood, all you could see was water, the shimmery blue and green colour push and pull creating a glistening illusion. That combined with the yellows and oranges of the sunset was magical, like a bottled potion in a witch’s lair. It was straight out of a fantasy film, perhaps the most beautiful coast you've ever seen. You don't bother answering Xanthus' question, instead breaking free from his grasp, laughter swirling into the wind as you ran to the railed edge of the cliff. Xanthus was shocked at your sudden burst of energy, panicking to catch up to you.
"Hold on! Be careful!" He shouted.
Naturally, Xanthus got their first, perks of being a vampire with enhanced swiftness. You pay him no mind, leaning over the metal bars as you marvelled at the shoreline below. Xanthus' arm securely hugged your body, an extra layer of protection warding off any possibility of a misstep.
"I admire your enthusiasm, but I don't intent to lose you just yet love." He chuckled playfully.
"Sorry, couldn't help it. Are you seeing this?" You turned to him, wild eyes finding his.
He continued to laugh at your expression, "So many times, I'm completely unmoved by it now."
"Really?" You turned back to the ocean. The way the water moved and splashed against the rocky shores below was mesmerising. "I don't think I could ever get used to this."
Theres a land mass that caught your attention, one completely detached from the land near it, it was only a fragment compared to the mighty cliff that you stood atop. It blended perfectly into the scenery of the sunset and foamy waves that break at its base.
"I believe it’s called a 'stack'." Xanthus chimed, pulling your attention to him.
"Hmm?"
"The land formation you've been staring at. That one right over there." He pointed at the piece of land that resembled a tall, layered cake. "It was once a part of this very land we stand on, but years of erosion separated it from the headland."
"Woah, water sure is powerful, isn't it?"
"I like the idea of consistency being powerful more. But you're right too." Xanthus didn't spend much time looking around, his eyes were glued to you, admiring the way your cheeks rise as you smile and your eyes singe at the corners.
"You haven't even seen the best part yet."
"I don't know what could possibly be better tha-" Your sentence is cut short when Xanthus turns your body around to face the scenery you've been backing. "Holy. Shit."
Did I mention that this place looks like an excerpt from fantasy world? Because now there's a castle. You wondered to yourself how on earth you missed that? Sure, the water was lovely, but this- this is a whole new thing. It wasn't extravagant or overly grand, nor was it gigantic and clumped together. If anything, it looked like a luxurious mansion, with the architecture of a castle.
“How-” You try to speak, but your words fail you.
“I bought this place a long time ago. It was a good way to leave everything behind and be at peace for some time.” Xanthus took your hand, making his way towards the grand doors in a distance. “Naturally, it became a place I visited when I was troubled.”
Your chest warmed at his confession, and you cling closer to his body. “It’s really beautiful. I can feel the calming aura that comes with it.”
“I haven’t been here since I met you.” He looked over at you, “I didn’t have a reason to be here. Your presence is somehow enough to make me feel at ease.”
“Well, I’m glad I have that effect on you!” You flashed him a toothy grin.
Xanthus pushed the giant doors open effortlessly, like it weighed no more than a feather.
“Come on, it’s just us here. I have something special planned for you.” He ushered you inside.
“Another surprise? You’re really spoiling me today.” You took his hand again, following him down the hall.
“I hope you don’t mind. I did also arrange a change of clothes for you, to fit the setting.”
“Wait really? Like fancy fit-for-royalty garments? Cuz that’s the vibe I’m getting from the place.”
“You’ll just have to find out for yourself.” He smirked and led you up a flight of stairs. Th interior of this place was even more remarkable. The handrails of the staircase were pure gold, shining under the light from the massive diamond chandelier that hung from the painted ceiling. If there was a boundary between reality and imagination, this was certainly what it looked and felt like. Your eyes drink in as much detail as you could, but every wall was a painted canvas. It was easy to get distracted by something else when trying to focus on an initial detail.
Your steps halt at door, “This is where we’ll stay when we’re here.”
He pushed the door open for you like the gentleman he is, and you take a step inside. It was just what you imagined it would look like, opulent but inviting and cosy. You spin in a circle, admiring the entire room. There was a canopy bed in the middle of the room, its pristine white sheets looked incredibly soft and comfortable, yet your gaze was drawn to a contrasting object laying in a corner.
As you move closer to inspect the coloured material with gold embellishments, Xanthus calls behind you, “I’ll be back to get you in 15 minutes. Get dressed and wait for me.”
You turned to ask where he was going, but he’d already disappeared. With a sigh, you turn your attention back to the bed. The ‘object’ from earlier was just a suit of clothes, a heavy outfit that was certainly fit for royalty. It spurs on your curiosity for the night of what Xanthus had planned. Excitedly, you struggled but somehow managed to get the fabric onto your body by yourself. It felt like a workout, but it was worth every drop of sweat and strain. All ready and waiting for you vampire soulmate to return, you seize the opportunity to admire how you looked. Xanthus sure knew how to make dreams come true.
It didn’t take long for him to return, soft knocking on the door.
“Coming!” You yelled, rushing to open the door. “Sorry, I was sittin- Woah!”
He looked like an angel at first glance, adorned in a fully white suit with golden accents and crimson details. But beneath the veneer of this heavenly attire, lies a complex person with a sinister nature, perhaps he’s more akin to a fallen angel. That could never sway that heart of yours, what he was simply didn’t matter.
“You look… stunning.” Your eyes followed his silhouette, up and down.
“I was about to say the same about you. Looks like I made the right choice with this one. Do you feel like royalty?" He grins.
"I feel it, I think I can get used to this." You smile back at him.
Shall we?” He offers his arm to you.
With eager anticipation, you intertwined your arm with his, following his lead down the halls until you reached yet another door. The soft strains of instrumental music seeped through the cracks, enticing you further. Once more, he graciously pushed the door open, pulling you into a spacious room adorned as if poised for a grand event, yet the sole attendees are you and him.
“When did you have the time to do all this?” You asked him, enamoured by the room before you.
“I had some help of course. Do you like it?”
“Like? I love it.” You smiled and kissed him.
Now that you’re inside, the music had filled the room and atmosphere around you. Xanthus extends his hand to you.
“Will you dance with me?”
With a tender smile, you take his hand, stepping into his embrace.
Under the soft glow of the overhead lightings and candles around the room, he swayed your body in perfect synchrony with his. The way he gently moved your body was smooth and effortless, perfectly in harmony with the smooth instrumentals. Each step was filled with love and passion as you gazed into each other’s eyes. There was silent understanding between you, something that felt sorrowful and heart-wrenching, but you both ignored it- for now.
With every turn and every dip, the world outside fades away little by little, but the feeling of the end of the dance grows closer. In this quiet sanctuary, all you had was him, but did he have you?
The music slows, drawing closer to the end and his grip on your body tightens. Your heart rate increased, in sync with his.
Fear, that’s what it is. He’s reluctant to let you go.
Immediately you halt your movements, Xanthus does too, but he doesn’t react. He was expecting it.
“Lawrence, you don’t belong here. Wake up.” You lift a hand to his cheek.
“My love, I miss you. Do you miss me?” He hums against your touch, pressing his nose into your palm with his eyes closed.
“Of course I miss you, but I don’t exist in your world anymore.”
“I know” He murmurs, “Every time I miss you, I come here, and you always show up.”
“Lawrence, my love.” You coo, tears streaming down your cheek. “I’m not real. I’m just a figment of your imagination. A past that’s already behind you. You need to let me go.”
“I know.” He whispers, a broken sound that claws at the heart of anyone who hears it. “I know that, yet I keep returning. It’s funny, isn’t it? How cruel human life is? Mortality laughed at my face when it took you away from me and there was nothing I could’ve done.”
“Lawrence please,” you sob, “You can’t keep hurting yourself like this.”
“I’ll open my eyes if you tell me you still love me.” He smiles against your hand.
“Of course I still love you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved and the only one I’ll continue to love.”
“Thank you” He whispers, as his eyelashes flutter open.
Before him stood of a void of what he once saw, there was no one in his arms and no gentle hand caressing his face. There was no fancy ball room. There was no ambient lighting save for the moonlight that shone through the holes in the roof. The chandelier that once held a grand presence lies crushed in the middle of the room, and the walls are covered in moss and vines. There was no music, only the crashing waves and a tune from a small music box that’s abruptly closed behind him.
His hands, that were once grasping the air infront of him, drop to his sides.
“That’s enough Xanthus, let’s go home.” The incubus calls.
Dontis strides over to him, a gentle hand on his shoulder as he guides him out the remnants of what was once a castle. He stood with him as he watched the tides crash against the rock below them. Lawrence stares off into the distance, to the spot where there was once a stack. Now, all that’s left is a stump of the landform, long gone and eroded.
“Dontis?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you call me Lawrence from now on?”
“Why?”
“No reason. I just want you to.”
"Fine then, Lawrence."
His safe place is run over, and his safe person no longer exists, but Lawrence still clings to the remnants of the past.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin.
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Solo Sikoa One Shot
SOLO You were scared out of your mind. Why? Because creative just informed you that tonight you'd be partnering with one of the members of the Bloodline in an intergender match. But not just any member. The Enforcer. The man you just so happen to have a crush on since he debuted in NXT. Solo Sikoa. Gosh the man was so damn fine and you just didn't know how in the hell you were going to find the guts to inform him that you both would be main-eventing tonight against Rhea Ripley and Dominik Mysterio. Of course creative also informed you that you'd have to be the one to tell him. Which brings you to your current situation. You were making your way down the halls, passing by fellow wrestlers, all waving and greeting you. You were very popular and loved not just by your peers, but your fans as well. Especially, being that you were the cold-blooded assassin of WWE, as some liked to refer to you as. If only they could see you now, a ball of nerves, the complete opposite of your tv persona.
As soon as you got out of your meeting with creative, you called your best friend and co-worker Bianca Belair to tell her the news. She couldn't have been more excited for you. She knew all too well about your crush on Solo, and she wanted nothing more than for you two to be a couple. But unfortunately, due to your shyness and slightly cold demeanor, she knew you wouldn't dare make a move on the 6 foot 2, 250 pound sexy Samoan.
You quietly make your way through the halls before finally stopping at the awaited door. The Bloodline sign posted up neatly on it, inviting you to come in. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you give yourself a quick pep-talk before softly knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" you hear the voice of Paul Heyman, wiseman of the Bloodline ask in a curious tone.
You opened your mouth to respond but couldn't even formulate a proper sentence. It's like your mind completely froze on you.
You were just about to turn on your heels and run the other way but before you could, the door opened up revealing a caramel skinned Uso. Jey Uso to be exact.
He looked a little surprised to see you.
"Y/S/N? What's up?" he says, leaning against the door.
"Ayo, who is it?" you hear the booming voice of the Tribal Chief question from far inside of the locker room.
"It's Y/S/N." Jey answers from over his shoulder before turning his attention back to you.
"Yes...I umm...is Solo here?" you ask in a small voice, looking down at your fingers.
You couldn't see the instant smirk on the face of Jey Uso. Not only was his brother's crush showing up in their locker room but was asking for him. He was ecstatic for his younger brother.
"Y/S/N, aye lemme holla at her." You hear Jimmy Uso tease, popping up beside his twin, beaming at you with that goofy smile of his.
"Boy if you don't back the hell up. She ain't come here for your big headed ass. Aye Solo, Y/S/N is here to see you, Uce." Jey says, playfully pushing his twin aside so that Solo could stand before you.
Omg he was so fine. Your legs damn near gave out as he stood tall before you:
Omg he was so fine. Your legs damn near gave out as he stood tall before you:
"H-hey I um....sorry to bother you but I...." your voice trails off as you stare up at him nervously, he was so intimidating. And it didn't help that his twin brothers were standing over his shoulders, grinning like two schoolgirls.
It grew silent for a moment before you nervously giggle, looking back up at his chocolate brown eyes. They were soft, yet dark. Alluring yet intimidating. Damn he was so perfect.
"Sorry I don't normally do this. But umm....so I had a meeting with creative today and w-well they suggested you and I team together tonight for a mixed tag match against Rhea and Dom. I-i-if that's okay with you. I mean I know you're seriously busy with all this Bloodline storyline. A-and if you can't be my partner that's fine I don't wanna bother-" you stutter as he holds up his hand to silence you.
"I'll see you in the ring." He simply says, before stepping back and disappearing back into the locker room, leaving you a flustered mess.
His twin brothers snicker, with Jimmy winking at you before closing the door in your face. You were confused, excited, flustered, embarrassed all at the same time. You guess that meant he was going to be your partner tonight.
Your heart raced in your chest as you smile shyly before moving away from the door.
Tonight should be very interesting.
#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe fanfiction#wwe smut#solo sikoa x reader#solo sikoa fic#solo sikoa smut#solo sikoa fanfiction#solo sikoa#solo sikoa x black reader#wwe the bloodline#wwe bloodline
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New around here, I'm very much liking your blog and your bots! I am curious, I know what a furrys is but therian stuff is new? What is it? Sorry, kinda awkward at asking and stuff but I'm kinda unsure and shy about asking questions like this since it's about how people identify and stuff, it can be real personal. If you don't feel like answering it's fine! No pressure! I just feel like asking from someone who identifies as this is better than just looking up a definition. Continue with the cool blog and bots!
Aaa!! Thank you for coming to me with this question, I'm more then happy to explain! :3
A Therian is someone who involuntarily identifies as an animal on all levels except physical. Therians are fully aware that they're physically human, but mentally, they are an animal. Some Therians have had past lives, and some haven't.
Of course, there are physical non-humans. Although I don't know as much about them, from my understanding they are Individuals who do not identify as a human physically. (There is also otherkin, and such, but again, I don't know a whole lot about otherkin, so I apologize!!)
As you know, being a furry is a hobby, but being a Therian is an identity. You cant become a Therian like you can become a furry, you're born a Therian and can't just quit being one. We go through an "awakening" or sorts, and it's when you finally realize you're a Therian! Let's take me, for example:
(if you don't want a whole ass story you don't have to read this lmao but there is important information too)
I awakened last year, about mid-December 2023. A few years back (about 2021), I met a Therian, and at first I thought it was a little weird, but didn't really care enough to do research. Although, just about a year later, I remembered this person, and decided to watch a few videos, educate myself on what Therianthropy was because I was finally curious enough to care (I was a bit of an anti-Therian back then 💀)
After a while, i began to pick up on the some signs, and I recalled how I was like in my childhood; I liked to howl and bite, dig sand like I was a dog/wolf, I was very hyper at times and liked to run around, I liked to squeal and jump, etc. Sure, some of these were simultaneously just things kids did, but there were such obvious signs that I was very likely to be a Therian. And as of early 2023, I started to think there was something missing about myself, like I had yet to know who I was. And blah, blah, blah, now here I am, knowing proudly that I'm a Therian.
I'm sorry for blabbering on a out all of this, but I really think it's important to educate more people about Therianthropy, and to try to make more people accepting of it. Just like Furries, I don't think Therians will ever become "normal" to everyone, but it's worth a try.
I'd also like to remind everyone that Therianthropy is different for EVERYONE, and it's also not all about the masks, tails or quadrobics. Anyone can the masks and tails and do quads, but Therians are one of a kind.
#emovulture blogs#wolf therian#fox therian#therianthrope#therians#therian#therianthropy#nonhuman#otherhearted#otherkin#alterhumanity#alterhuman#theriotype#therian gear#therian things#therian community#otherkin community#non human#If you have any more questions about anything I'll answer them!!#Look at the comments please!
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Summary: You were preparing your stall in the market as a florist when all the flowers suddenly disappeared from your home. A group arrived to help you find the culprit and you were forever gateful. But after getting stuck with the rabbit named Jax in a cage, he reveals something to you that shatters your world.
Warnings: 15+, existentialism, soft Jax
Pairing: Jax x NPC!reader
Notes: Sorry I like making Jax vulnerable. Also I never beta read have fun.
You angrily stared at the purple rabbit that got you into the current situation now- stuck in a cage, and with him nonetheless. How did you end up here? Well, after your flowers were stolen, a group of people arrived and promised they would get them back. After finding the culprit, you all chased them down. However, the thief put a trap down which led you and the rabbit to stepping on said trap and being lifted high in the air in a metal cage.
"You happy?" You snarked at the equally as upset rabbit. You were bad with names so you forgot his, but didn't care enough to ask for it again. Plus, he was rude to you first, so it was fair.
"Oh yeah, sure I'm happy. Of course I'm not happy! Ya know- if it wasn't for you running ahead we wouldn't be in this situation right now!" You couldn't believe his rudeness!
"Oh I'm the issue? How? What on Earth did I even do? Try and get my flowers back?" You both were basically screaming now, both angry at each other and the fact that you were both stuck in a cage.
"Oh please! I can't believe I'm arguing with a friggin' NPC..." N...pc? What did he just call you? The rabbit rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them up to rest his head on his forearms as he stared out
"What does NPC mean? If it was an insult that was a weird one I've never heard of before"
"You're fake, this whole world is fake, NPC means non-playable character" That made you still. Fake? Everything is fake? Lips wobbling, you shakily scooted over to him and grabbed him by his overalls and shook him. He had to be messing with you, there was no way your world was fake, no way.
"What you mean fake?' You yelled in anger, was he playing some kind of joke? Was he just trying to make you even more mad? He just let you shake him until he had enough and pulled away, pushing you slightly to gain some distance in the small space.
"Your life is all made up by zeroes and ones, computer code. You're not a real person, none of this is! Do you remember your mother? Your father? Anyone that doesn't exist in this village? Your first friend?" All his questions made you ready to argue back when it dawned on you that you didn't remember any of that. You couldn't even remember your parents' names, or faces, why couldn't you? Leaning back, you tried so hard to remember everything he asked you, yet, you couldn't answer a single one. Putting your hands over your head, you shrieked as he was right- everything was a lie. Tears quickly formed and you sobbed.
"So I'm not even real? Nothing is real?" You were breathing so heavily as the realization crashed onto you. But you just visited your mom last week! ....right? Oh no, what was happening? No, no, no, this can't be your life, you're real, you're real!
"Oh would you shut up?" You temporarily paused and looked up at him, gosh he was horrible. You slapped him in the arm, causing him to yelp and rub the area as he scowled at you.
"Oh, me shut up? Why does it matter? I'm fake right? So what does that make you? Aren't you fake too?" You were still sniffling as he sighed and rubbed his head.
"Because I've been trapped in this friggin' simulation for who knows how long. I was originally a human in the real world. This?" He then motions with his hand, waving around. "Is inside all a computer" You still felt on edge considering your whole life was a lie, but started to calm down.
"You mentioned this thing- computer- twice now. What is that?"
"Well, its a thing where you can have it do anything" You stared at him with your eyes wide, is that possible?
"Anything?" You whispered, in awe at what he said. Can it actually do anything? Well, considering it's possible of creating fake realities- then yeah, but that still just seemed impossible.
"Yep! Including your world. The AI that controls it makes these worlds to keep us busy. Its stupid" The rabbit wasn't looking at you now, he was staring outside the bars into what you now understood wasn't real, especially to him.
"Why busy? What happens if you're not busy?" The question caused his face to change, he looked almost...sad.
"Well, when we aren't kept busy and aren't kept sane uh...something called "abstraction" happens where we lose ourselves and become huge glitchy monsters. It's uh...not pretty" He looked so hurt as he curled in on himself, pained, like he wanted to cry. Slowly raising your hand, you rubbed it slowly against his back and couldn't help but feel like you wanted to comfort him. You may not have been real- but that didn't mean what you're experiencing right now isn't and couldn't help him.
"At least you don't have to worry about that stuff, you don't have to worry about your friends dying because they couldn't take it...haha. I mean, of course you'd go insane after being stuck in a world that isn't yours in a body that isn't yours and life is meaningless hahah" You knew he was hurting from his situation and still wasn't the kindest, but you still felt like you could make something out of this life, whatever it may be.
"But at least you have history, you have real memories. I...I don't. I learned that I only exist for you guys, ha...so what after this I'm just going to cease to exist? Is that it?" You decided to accept your fate- you weren't going to live anymore after this, you were going to die.
"That's the thing, NPC- every unlucky winner loses everything from the real world. Every single memory. It's so stupid!" He hit the bars, causing the cage to shake as you try and stable yourself from his anger. That made you feel sad as his anger was justified, but the excuse that your life was better because you were ignorant to your true nature.
"That's why my name is Jax. I couldn't remember it when I came here and everyone else doesn't even remember their friggin' name either. I mean, how cruel can life be?"
"Well, isn't it as equally cruel knowing that you're entire life was fake and made for someone else's entertainment without having any real memories of the past?" You didn't want to argue or fight back with him, but you had to funnel your anger out too while also proving his point right.
"I guess you're right"
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Hello there. I edited and cleaned this 2 main characters long ago but since I am lazy I totally delayed sharing them here, again my bad.
The good new it's that now you will have some days with a succession of multiple official art cleanings XD
#pandora hearts#ph#vanitas no carte#vnc#the case study of vanitas#oz vessalius#vanitas#main characters#cleaning#edits#my edit#really sorry for not sharing this before#and sorry too for all the questions i didn't answer yet#some of them are like#i am lazy to answer this#and since i like to answer in order#i end not answering anything#again sorry#will try to clean my questions this next days
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one thing about HRT i think is underdiscussed is the fact that if you're on testosterone, you can (sometimes) just produce Too Much Blood, and the way to fix having Too Much Blood is to Do Bloodletting. There are modern day people doing bloodletting as part of their transitions. why does no one talk about this
Hi! If you're here because you're wondering if testosterone could fix your anemia, low blood pressure, or other blood-related ailment, the answer is I don't fucking know and it's possible that nobody really understands the answer to that question yet! Ask your doctors when it comes to your health, or if you're just benignly curious, find an endocrinologist willing to answer questions about this.
I turned off reblogs because I was worried this post was starting to slip into misinformation territory in an unconstructive way. I don't want this to become another "wow professionals in complicated field X are so stupid, why didn't they think of suspiciously simple solution Y?". It's not that doctors are never stupid and never make bad choices for bad reasons - doctors are humans and fuck up all the goddamn time - but sometimes there is a good reason they didn't consider obvious solution Y and I just do not know enough about this topic to be comfortable offering any answers, sorry!
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Can I request reader being really sick and baby Yuji being really worried about her while Sukuna is trying to take care of her?
A/N: hope the ppl who voted for this in the poll are happy 😡😡 — i feel betrayed because yall didnt choose the other one
If someone who personally knew the three of you walked in right now, they would probably laugh at the current sight. Others would be surprised or confused. But little Yuuji was neither of those things. He was utterly adorably worried and concerned — for you. His little heart couldn't comprehend that you were only sick and would eventually recover. In other words, Yuuji is scared you'll die and never come back.
Then, who will tell him bedtime stories?
Then, who will kiss him goodnight and good morning?
Then, who will hold his hand while walking?
Then, who will coddle and pamper him?
Then, who will?
These were all questions Yuuji could not and would not like to answer.
But Sukuna — being way older than his brother — knew better, and he knew this was nothing too serious. But again, Yuuji couldn't comprehend that.
“Don't make me say it again, sweetheart. Now, open,” Sukuna held out the medicine for you to drink.
“Nuh uh,” you crossed your arms over your chest, backing up into the pillows behind you on the bed. You tried to stifle a cough, but you failed.
“I will pry open your mouth and shove this down your throat. Now, drink.”
You groaned, yet still obeyed. The fluid felt hot and cold simultaneously as you swallowed it.
Sukuna ruffled your hair, “See? Wasn't so bad, was it?” He retrieved the now empty cup from your hands and left the bedroom, probably walking to the kitchen to wash it, you assumed.
Yuuji turned to look at you with big glittery eyes. “I—I don't wan’ you to die. I don't wan’ you to go . . . like Grandpa.” Yuuji’s bottom lip trembled, he didn't want to cry — not in front of you, at least. He wanted to appear manly, brave, just like his brother.
You were quite taken aback at this, did he seriously think a cold could kill you? “Yuuji, come here,” you said, your tone soft.
Yuuji instantly crawled into bed — not without struggling a bit at first — and snuggled into your side, holding onto your hoodie with a white-knuckled grip.
“I will never ever leave you, Yuuji. So don't you worry your cute little head off about it, okay?” You booped him on the nose, emitting a squeal from the boy before he curled up impossibly closer to your body. You wiped away his tears.
“Y’know, I'm not going to die anytime soon. You can't get rid of me that easily.”
Yuuji fervently nodded, not fully believing you but still hopeful, nevertheless. “Yay!”
Yuuji was sad that you wouldn't be able to drive him to school that morning, but he knew you were tired. Plus, he overheard his older brother telling you that sleeping would be good for you, and the boy only wanted the best for you. So Yuuji accepted the fact, though still a little upset about it.
But when he came home from school, Yuuji ran straight to your side, where you were sitting on the couch.
“Y/N!” Yuuji jumped into your lap and gave you the biggest big bear hug a toddler could possibly give.
“Hi there, Yuuji,” you replied, before coughing. “Did you have fun at school?”
“Yeah! It was so fun.” You let him ramble and babble to you about his day, while running your fingers through his pink locks.
“That sounds like you had a really good day, Yuuji.”
“It would have been better if you were there with me, though,” Yuuji mumbled into your shirt.
You giggled at the boy, “Sorry about that, Yuuji.”
“‘tis okay!”
Yuuji snuggled into your sweater, enjoying the warmth from your body. He almost fell asleep from your massaging his scalp, but then he remembered something and gasped, jumping off of your lap.
You raised a brow, albeit not bothering to ask — your throat felt itchy. You unpaused the TV and continued watching your show. Halfway through, Sukuna decided to join you on the couch, pulling you into his side and resting your head on his shoulder.
“Feeling any better?”
“Sorta.” You coughed. “My throat kinda hurts, though.”
You rested your head on Sukuna's shoulder as the both of you watched the actors on the screen, occasionally making small talk here and there.
Minutes later, a screaming, hollering, laughing little Yuuji ran into the living room, making both your heads whip towards him.
“It is I! Dr. Yuuji Itadori! Don't worry, Y/N. I am here to help you not be . . . um, sick — anymore!” Yuuji climbed onto the couch and inserted himself in between you and Sukuna.
Yuuji was dressed in a white doctor’s coat, and had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. A toy thermometer was also in his hand.
Quickly discarding the thermometer, throwing it aside — onto a protesting Sukuna’s lap — Yuuji put the back of his palm against your forehead. And though he didn't understand what he was doing, he attempted to copy his brother, who he had seen frequently do that in order to check you for a fever.
Speaking of said brother, Sukuna got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.
“Hmmmm!” Yuuji pulled a clipboard out of his pocket and messily scribbled down illegible words onto the sheet of paper. Then, he placed his clipboard down and grabbed ahold of his stethoscope, pressing it onto your heart and listening to it beat.
Out of the blue, a hand roughly pushed the doctor aside, and Yuuji fell off of the couch and onto the carpet. “Out of my way, pipsqueak. Y/N needs her medicine.”
“‘Kunaaaa,” Yuuji whined from the floor. “She was getting her check-up.”
You covered your mouth, muffling your giggles. “Yeah, babe. You interrupted Dr. Yuuji.”
Sukuna grimaced, scrunching up his face. “Doctor? Since when?”
“Since he was born, silly! Yuuji is a prodigy, isn't that right, sweetie?” You picked up the toddler and set him onto his lap, he immediately went to rub his face in your chest.
A muffled ‘yes’ came out from him, though he didn't even know what he was agreeing to.
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Sleeping inside her | Matt Sturniolo
Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N wants to be impossibly close to Matt.
Warning: Slightly smut, cockwarming.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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Y/N had an appreciation for all love languages, practicing each one individually with her favorite people, but it wasn't news to anyone that her favorite was physical touch. The girl loves to always be very close physically to the ones she loves, giving tight hugs and kisses on the cheek, valuing moments and people that allow her to act in such a way.
When Y/N fell in love with Matt, her love language was precisely what made her feelings for him apparent, her body always seeming to seek to be next to his, her hands lightly touching Matt's arms or legs as they interacted automatically, and that was exactly what encouraged Matt to take the first step.
After Y/N and Matt started dating and Matt stated many times that he loved the girl's way of showing her love for him, she felt comfortable enough to act however she wanted; Her body began to always look for his, now being able to sit on his lap on specific occasions, place her hand on his thigh or her arms around his waist, caressing the covered or, sometimes, exposed skin with her fingers.
Kisses became frequent, a quick peck on the cheek or forehead, simple pecks on the lips or a war of tongues. For Y/N, the closer, the better.
It is well known that physical touch between a couple increases the feeling of emotional well-being and even strengthens the bond, intimacy and connection, and for Y/N and Matt, it meant many things: love, passion, excitement and rest, too, a way to recharge their energy.
That's why, when Y/N finally entered her house after a long day of work, all she thought about doing was clinging to Matt. She reached blindly for the lock on the front door, placing her key there and locking it, before walking in the dark from her living room and down the long hallway, until she reached her bedroom, which she shared with her boyfriend.
The girl knocked twice on the door, before slowly opening it. Her face lit up when her eyes found Matt sitting at the computer desk located in the corner of the room, his headphones on top of his head, muffled melodies of some Dominic Fike song coming out, while his fingers blindly typed words, his blue eyes fixed on the screen where a Word document was open. Y/N assumed he was writing some video idea for the triplets' channel or his personal channel, which he hadn't appeared in a long time.
Y/N closed the door behind her carefully, not wanting to scare Matt with a loud noise, thanking in her mind that the lights in the room were low. The girl placed her bag on the floor before walking towards her boyfriend, lightly touching his arm to show that she was there, finally gaining the brunette's attention.
Matt lifted his head, lowering his headset automatically, his eyes focused on the girl's face, a big smile stretching across his own.
"Hi baby, I didn't hear you coming." The boy whispered, Y/N smiled back, wrapping her arms around Matt's shoulders and pulling him against her, wanting to be close. The boy wrapped his own arms around her waist, taking advantage of the position created by her, while he laid his head against her clothed belly, being able to close his eyes for a few seconds and rest his mind.
"I came in slowly, 'didn't want to scare you." Y/N whispered back, leaning down a little so she could kiss the top of Matt's head, her hand stroking the area gently, smiling as she heard a contented sigh escape her boyfriend's lips. "Have you showered yet?" She asked, the fresh scent of soap answering her question.
Matt shook his head positively, looking like he didn't want to move, his computer task already forgotten.
"Turn off the computer, sweetheart. I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can go to bed." Y/N asked in a low tone, kissing Matt's head once more before pulling away, laughing at the boy's grumbling.
Y/N walked to the bathroom, taking off her jacket and throwing it on a corner chair on the way, finally being able to undress completely when she reached the small room, throwing her clothes in the laundry basket before getting into the hot shower.
Her shower was quick, her anticipation of finally being able to lie down with her boyfriend getting the best of her, and before Y/N knew it, she was already finishing drying herself off. The girl hung her towel, now damp, in the proper space inside the bathroom before leaving, the cold wind from the room meeting her naked body, making her shiver. Y/N started walking to their closet, but stopped halfway, an idea popping into her head.
She turned around with an lazy smile, walking quickly towards the door, her hands stopping on the latch and turning the key, locking it, finally being able to go to her bed where Matt was already lying under the covers and shirtless, ready to sleep.
Y/N went to her own side of the bed, lifting the blanket and laying down in the cold space from the lack of human heat, grateful to see that Matt was only wearing boxers. The girl let out a low laugh when she saw Matt's confused expression as his blue eyes runned over her body.
"What are you planning, hm?" Matt asked, turning sideways and facing her, running his large, cold hand around his girlfriend's waist, making her shiver, pulling her close.
"I need to feel you as close as possible today." Y/N whispered, looking him in the eyes. Matt quickly understood, cockwarming was not a new thing in their relationship, having discovered that they both liked it when Matt didn't take his cock out of the girl after a rough session, afraid of hurting his girl because she was too sensitive, staying there for a few hours while they talked.
"Are you needy, my love?" Matt asked quietly, lowering his hand that was still on Y/N's body to her thigh, caressing the area, pulling her impossibly close, smiling when he saw the girl sigh and nod, lowering his face enough to capture her rosy lips with his.
Their kiss was simple, just a movement of lips, no tongue involved. Matt knew that if he deepened it, the situation would take a different turn, and he was too tired for that right now.
Y/N smiled in pleasure during the kiss, her hand resting on Matt's chest, loving the contrast between her cold hand and his warm chest.
Matt broke the kiss, sealing their lips one last time before pulling away, appreciating the closeness of their bodies. Y/N took her hands to Matt's boxers, questioning him with her gaze briefly and finally lowering the piece of clothing after receiving a nod from the brunette, who raised his hips slightly to help her with her action, removing the piece completely with his legs.
Y/N opened the drawer of her bedside table and took the lubricant, opening the package and pouring some into the palm of her hand, closing it before bringing her smeared hand to her boyfriend's semi-hard cock, pumping him a few times as she watched his expression, blue eyes closing briefly at the sensation.
When the girl thought she had spread enough, she turned her body, facing away from Matt and stretching so that she put the lubricant back in the drawer, closing it. Matt took the initiative and took his hand to Y/N's leg, caressing the skin and pulling it up, his free hand taking his cock and directing it towards the girl's intimacy, inserting the head of the member into her hole.
A soft, breathy sigh left Y/N's mouth, her eyes closing in sudden pleasure. She bit her bottom lip to keep any noise from escaping as Matt slid his entire length into her.
Once fully inside, the brunette lowered her still raised leg, his right arm passing under Y/N's head carefully while his left arm wrapped around her waist, burying his face in his girlfriend's neck, holding himself back from moaning.
Matt loved the feeling of being inside Y/N, along with the heat of the sticky walls that squeezed his cock so deliciously, pulling him deeper inside, if that was even possible. The girl tried her best not to move her hips, remaining still.
Matt ran his tongue between his lips, wetting them while he also controlled himself by pressing his chest against her back and pulling air through his nose, loving the smell of the body cream and soap that exuded from Y/N's bare skin.
His blue eyes closed, feeling warm and comfortable. The girl pulled the blanket higher, preventing the cold air from the room from reaching their bodies, delighting in the feeling of Matt inside her and the warm bed, finally being able to rest in peace.
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New to leaving requests but Simon with a s/o who's new to using toys in bed and is super shy about trying them out
i hope this is okay 4u anon !! so sorry this took soo long for me to write :'( emphasis on long , have this almost 2k words smut cz we're freaky like that ☝️😻
╰﹒ 𝐒𝐇𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 !
PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader
OVERVIEW: Simon encourages and guides you on what he wants to do to you ;)
C/W: MDNI. smut w/ fluff + dom!simon riley, sub!f.reader, petnames (love, baby, sweets, good girl, pretty girl), use of toys (vibrator), teasing, kinda rough sex, praises, clit stimulation, semi-fingering, orgasm denial, semi-overstimulation, aftercare
W/C: 1.7K
"What?" you incredulously questioned.
"Just like this, love."
You watch Simon grab ahold of the vibrator again and clicked it on.
"You want that thing to stick.. inside my..." You anxiously stared at the material in his large veiny hands. It wouldn't fit inside you. Like at all. It was too protruding and you feel like it would hurt you if you did put it in. You shivered as your thought rummaged on.
"Simon..." you started, shyly looking at him through your lashes. "Um, I don't know about that.. whole thing inside me."
He kneels in front of your sprawled form on the bed. The vibrator still sits in his hands, unmoving. You watch as his expression turns to genuine confusion. He tilts his head, thinking about your words. Then he laughs.
"No, baby..." He cooes at you and leaned in closer to you. "Just goin' to lay it on top of... here, hm?"
You felt your body heat up when his hands softly carressed your things, fingers dangerously close to your core.
"My thighs?" You whispered, your breath turning heavy.
"I could," Simon smirks as he feels you trying to not move too much when his fingers now teasing alongside of your inner thighs. "But where's the fun in that, sweets?"
Your eyebrows furrowed as you hummed in confusion.
"Just relax, baby," He replied as he now moved even closer to your body. You abruptly squealed as he grab ahold of your legs and pulled them to lay beside on each of his hips, still kneeling down. "Let me take care of you, hm?"
You felt his lips peppering soft loving kisses on your thighs and he got you nodding, breathless.
"Atta girl," He leaned back and you wanted to whine from the lost of contact when he swayed back again, the vibrator back in his big palms. You didn't even notice when he placed it back at the space behind him. "Y'know our color rules, baby, right?"
Simon watches you slowly nodding your head again.
"Alright," He continued, his thumbs now stroking circles on to your hips. "Tell me, pretty girl."
"Red, yellow, and green," You shyly replied as you try to regulate your breathing. You clenched your hands on to the velvety sheets.
"What a good girl you are," He hums in delight, satisfied with your answer. "Ready, baby?"
You breathily replied a yes to him as you bite your lip. You feel the hot tingles start to spread throughout your body and you haven't even gotten it to it. Yet.
Shit.
You tensed up when Simon pressed the tip of the vibrator in your folds. You meekly squirmed and felt a whimper coming out of your lips when he slid the vibrator up to your clit.
Simon watches you closely, and when you look up at him, he smiles softly, eyes ever so soft for you. You blushed and squirmed from his touch.
"Si..." You whined.
"Relax, baby." He mumbles softly, as his finger gently rubs your thigh. "'S not even on yet, hm?"
You take a deep breath and try to calm down. Just breathe. You close your eyes and lean back on the bed, giving in to Simon's touch.
The moment he clicks the vibrator on against your sensitive clit, a wave of pleasure immediately washes over you. You squirm from embarrassment, but Simon doesn't seem bothered by it.
"I'll be gentle, love." You hear Simon gently say but the pleasure you felt right now was almost blocking your hearing senses.
The vibrating sensation sends a jolt of pleasure and excitement through you. You let out a sweet moan as he continues to press the toy gently on to your clit.
"Please," You plead at him. Your hands unconsciously went up to his hand. To what exactly? You don't know. To stop? Definitely not. Simon must've had sensed your neediness when he grabbed your hand with his free hand, intertwining your fingers together.
"Right here with ya, love," Simon smiles at your action and kissed the back of your palms. He leaned back and continued presssing down the vibrator on your sensitive spot.
You mewled and moaned for him, bubbling away. You feel him lightly running the toy from side to side over your bundle of nerves, causing your hips to squirm if not for your intertwined hands holding your right hip down.
It's when Simon slowed down the vibration when he sees your slick spilling out of your hole, flowing down and soaking the sheets.
"Fuck, baby," He drawls out the vibrator as he prepares himself to do what's next.
You raised your head to look at him through your half-lidded eyes, panting heavily. You were about to call out for him to ask why'd he stop when you felt his finger move down to dip beneath your folds.
You cried out as he started lathering up your wetness and rubbed at your already puffy clit. And fuck, did you scream in pleasure when he put the vibrator back so suddenly again on to your cunt. This time, the vibrator you felt was somehow faster. It was so good. Your hips stuttered as you felt your orgasm building up.
Simon thought that you were trying to squirm away, so he grips your hips with his other hand, holding you in place, pulling the vibrator away from you, as well as your awaiting orgasm. "Color?"
"Green..." You whined and raised your hips up out of neediness. You began to dumbly blabber to him with pleases and how he was so mean to you depriving you of your pleasure.
That irked him, but in the good way as possible. As long as you were okay in this whole scene, then fine.
He was just concerned for you is all.
You sobbed out loud as you suddenly felt the familiar vibrating hum on to your sweet spot again.
But that doesn't mean you can insult him, do you, pretty girl?
Your legs shook violently to the deep vibrations. You’re already drooling all over yourself as your mind fogs up. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can feel yourself reaching that sweet orgasm already.
Simon saw the way your body quivered and trembled from the slick still gushing out of you and to your hips occasionally stuttering. The vibrator was still against you and he really cannot contain himself.
Seeing your thighs quiver and shake sets off a hunger in him. He wants more, he wants all of you. He was filled with a primal desire for you.
Simon wants you to surrender, to let go and fall into his arms. He wants to see you melt into nothingness. He wanted to see you lose yourself in pleasure.
Grunting, he adjusts his grip on your hips and turned the vibration higher. You cursed so loud you thought the heavens were going after you.
“Simon,” you plead, already feeling the build up of your orgasm. "Feels s' g-good, please.. faster, I.. AH!"
The vibration heightened and it feels like it’s spreading like fire in your stomach. It's becoming harder to suppress your mewls as the pressure is becoming more and more intense. You close your eyes as you threw your head back, feeling the intensity grow.
Simon's ears were gracefully blessed with your cute needy moans as you arch your back from the bed, cries and sobs spilling out from your lips.
Simon, with a devious grin, increases the vibrations once more. You cried out his name and you feel tears welling up to your eyes as the pressure keeps building and building, about to burst. Your mind is spinning. Your body is at its breaking point. The pressure is unbearable, you are unable to suppress your sounds as it builds up.
You feel his warm hand on your thigh, then a finger is suddenly pushing in your drenched pussy. That drives you over the edge of the line and your orgasm came, causing you to clutch tight on his thrusting finger.
Your body tensed up as your tears spill out from your face. The pleasure was overwhelming you. Your whole body was so overstimulated with the vibrations that had you crying out.
"Si’," You whined, your legs tightly enclosing his hips between, the vibrator still vibrating in your cunt. "Can't.. anymore.. Red.."
"Fuckin’ hell, baby," You hear him groaning from his spot, swiftly pulling the vibrator away from you, turning it off. "Sorry, my love."
Your legs still shook as the aftermath of your hard orgasm. You lay there, panting for a second, as you watch your lover hovering your shivering form.
"Did so good f'me, hm?" Simon holds you close, caressing your skin and kissing your sweaty forehead. "How do you feel, love? You okay?"
"Mm-hmm... I feel..." You trail off as you're still trying to process what just happened and how it made you feel. You feel so happy, warm, and safe in his arms. "Better than a fine."
You shyly smiled at him and chose to hide your blushing face away from him when you lean your head into his neck. You feel his breath hitting yours as he laughs, adjusting his body to lay beside you.
"Glad to know," Simon continues to hold you closely. He rubs your back and kisses your neck, making sure you feel cared for and loved. "But did the toy bother you at all?"
"No." You answer neutrally when a subtle smirk formed on to your lips. "I don't think I'll ever be bothered by it, s'long as you're the one holding it."
"Oh? Where'd this freaky girl come from?" He pulls you close to him. "Where's my shy little lovie?"
You lean into Simon's chest and smirk as he comments on how much more confident you've become.
"Oh, she's still here, Si'" You say, your voice quiet and breathy as you kiss on his sternum, smiling when you feel him tensing up to your touch. "She's just not as quiet anymore."
You hear Simon exhale softly, your touch and words sending a tingle through his body. You laugh softly as you continue to kiss and nibble on his jugular. You feel his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes. You look at Simon in the eyes and smile.
"Mm, said you liked her, didn't you?" You whisper close to his ear, nibbling as you do so, your voice full of confidence. "You like it when she's not as quiet."
Oh?
Oh.
Oh.
God, was Simon fucked.
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What about a lil fic of the first time bombshell reader gets mad at Spencer? Like it can be while they r dating or before and May be r is giving Spencer quiet treatment?
ty for requesting! ♡ fem, 1.3k
Spencer waits for Morgan to get up for a coffee before he gets up himself, tailing his teasing teammate to the microwave. He's hoping Morgan's in a sympathetic mood today, because Spencer is in dire need of some sympathy.
"Loverboy," Morgan says, his voice steeped in suspicion. "Can I help you with something?"
"Do you know why Y/N's upset?"
"You don't? You're the expert."
Spencer rubs at his nose, the beginning of another migraine brewing between his eyes. The gesture draws a little more empathy than his misguided question.
"You're gonna have to ask her yourself. I don't want her angry at me too, she's gonna fix my computer before Garcia finds out I fell for her phishing email test."
"I've been asking her. It's making it worse. She won't answer my questions anymore. She just hums."
"Silent treatment. Yikes." Morgan sips his tea through a grimace. "I mean, you must've done something bad. She's usually so–"
"Lovely?"
"–in love with you." Morgan laughs as he wanders off in the direction of the stairs up to Hotch's office. "Same thing."
Spencer decides to make a cup of bribery tea for you. He microwaves a mug of hot water and plunks a bag of your favourite blend in without ceremony, bobbing it up and down as he watches you from over his shoulder. You've moved desks upon request to sit with the rest of the team and opposite Spencer (against Hotch's self-proclaimed better judgement), your things set carefully in contrast to his books, a library's worth teeming on every spare inch. Some have even made their way onto your desk, pristinely stacked in wait of his perusal. It's one small gesture among the hundreds of kind things you do for him.
"Here," he says, setting the mug down next to your mouse carefully.
Your anger strikes him. Eyes frosted with an uneasiness he's not partial to, lips, so perfectly painted, screwed into a frown. It's not nice seeing someone he cares about upset with him, worse when he has no idea what it is he's done.
"You're annoyed at me," he says. You wait for him to continue. "I don't know what I did."
"That makes it worse." You frown at him. After a few seconds of this—your frowning, his looking sorry and confused— you sigh wretchedly (as in, he's never heard you sound that sad, ever, and he hates it). "Spencer, you stood me up."
Everything in him goes cold. "No I didn't."
Your sad frown melds again to anger. "Yes you did! I– I got my hair done at a salon, I bought a new dress, I bragged to all of my friends that my cute coworker was gonna be my date, and none of that mattered because you didn't text me back so I was worried sick all night that you were," —your voice drops to a private whisper— "in trouble somewhere, and then you come into work like nothing happened? Not even a hint of an apology? I thought you wanted to come."
Your voice burns with embarrassment. Spencer can feel it in his throat, that plucky ache of someone letting you down.
"That was last night?" he asks quietly. A friend asked you to their charity ball, not as ridiculously fancy as it sounds but an occasion of esteem and important to you nonetheless. "Y/N, I thought that was– I have it in my phone as next month. As November. I'm so sorry."
"Why didn't you answer my texts?"
He winces. "I had a migraine… Screens make it worse, and I haven't charged the battery yet because I was coming to work anyways I'm sorry, Y/N, really. I mixed it up. I should've asked you."
You seem less disheartened at his admission. You cross your arms over your abdomen and lean back a touch in your chair, as if deciding whether he's being truthful. Spencer isn't in the habit of lying to you and anybody could tell you that, so after a few seconds you look away. "I asked you if you were excited yesterday morning. I told you my dress came."
"I know." He can't believe he's gotten it wrong like this. Anyone can make a mistake, but he imagines you in your new dress with your hair done waiting for him in the cold weather that descended on Virginia last night and his guts twist into a knot. "I didn't piece it together. I didn't… I didn't…"
Spencer can't remember the last time he let someone he loves down like this. His migraine spikes again like a needle in the eye, fiery agony that has him closing his eyes to cope.
"Spencer," you say, softly admonishing. "Hey, it's okay." Your chair creaks.
"I'm so sorry," he says through his teeth.
"I thought you were being a jerk, but I guess I should've known you wouldn't do something like that." You stand up and take his elbow into a very gentle hand. "I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder. It was childish. I was just hurt thinking you did it on purpose."
"Sorry," he says again. "Migraine."
Your hand rises to his cheek. "Yeah? Sit down, Spence. Take a breather."
The doctors say that Spencer's migraines are psychosomatic. He doesn't get how something so odious can start from nothing.
You seem twice as upset but in a different light, ushering him down into your chair. "Don't worry," you say softly, your hand falling into his hair, "I took a great picture. You can still see me in my nice dress."
You're kidding but he's genuinely glad. Then the pain takes over and he can't see the other side of it for years.
It only feels like years.
When he can open his eyes, you've knelt by his chair. He hates to see you getting your pants dirty like that, hates worse that your eyebrows have pinched and the soft plane of your forehead has etched deep with concern.
"You can still be mad at me," he says under his breath.
"I'm a little upset," you confess, putting an uncharacteristically tentative hand on his knee. "It sucked, but not as much as this seems to suck for you." You're like an angel, all pretty and wide-eyed at his feet, your hand beginning a short path up his leg, a soft back and forth. "I'm sorry Spencer. I was punishing you for something that wasn't your fault."
"You didn't know. How could you, I–" He winces as another wave of pain flares behind his eye, blurring your small smile. "I should've charged my phone."
"Maybe. I can't imagine you had the capacity, Spence. Not if you're like this."
"Don't just forgive me because I'm in pain."
"I'm not, I'm forgiving you because even though it really hurt my feelings turning up alone, I'm not cruel enough to blame you now." You squeeze his knee. It's an instant balm, the chronic ache behind his eyes easing ever so slightly. Your forgiveness makes the rest bearable. "Can you forgive me for being so heartless?" you ask lightly.
Your lips curve demurely around each word. Spencer scrambles to cover your hand with both of his, his neck craned forward. "Of course I forgive you."
"Thank you." Spencer could collapse. "Drink some of this tea, okay? Maybe drinking something will help."
Nothing ever helps, but he does it because it's your hands bringing the cup to his lips.
"I know you looked beautiful," he says between sips.
"I would've looked better on your arm. Too bad you're getting grievously attacked by your own brain. This is what happens when it gets too big, babe, it's trying to come out of your ears." He's a little sorry to have won you back this way, but mostly so, so relieved. "Anymore of this'll and you'll start messing up the months. Oh, wait!" You laugh as he laughs but soon scramble to apologise when the sound makes his head hurt. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Drink some more tea, sweetheart."
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Don’t shoot the messenger
Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n)
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Delivery Express ✿
Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts and makes her first delivery.
warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes, nothing else really
Authors note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I wanna spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :(
Next part: Delivery fees
Word count: 1352
Notes to deliver - 1
The Slytherin bedroom is filled with the usual chatter. Two boys arguing about quidditch tactics over a cigarette, some have given up and just stared at a ceiling while nursing a glass of fire whiskey. You can hear someone's father being mentioned in almost every other sentence. Nothing magical was happening if you omit this being a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Suddenly, the door busts as if being kicked open. Revealing, to the boys, an unknown girl wearing a green uniform they are all familiar with, her cloak being absend. Her hair is neatly in a braid tied with a bow. All chatter stops and their attention is on her. She, however, paid no mind to anyone in the room and kept looking into her notepad as if nothing happened. Taking a few steps into the room and closing the door was only an interaction with her surroundings.
Nobody says a word for what feels like an hour. “ Who are you?” a voice recognizable as Draco Malfoy spoke. Snaping her head from her notebook she finally scans the room. As if searching for something. An offended scoff is heard from the boy as his question is left without an answer.
“ Sunshine? What are you doing here?” Lorenzo asks as he sits up. Her eyes snap to him the second she hears his voice. A sweet smile spreads on her face and her eyes create moon crescents. “ There you are! I have a note for you.” She says and takes a few steps to his sitting figure.
His friends, still confused by what is this mystery girl doing in their bedroom, could do nothing but stare as she moved across the room with ease. But she seems to pay no attention to anybody but her friend. Passing the neatly folded note to Lorenzo, she sits down and crosses something in her notebook humming happily before turning back to him with the same sweet smile. The boy in question studies the note and opens it to read it. His eyes widen and his ears go red. He turns to the girl in shock.
“ YOU GAVE ME A LOVE NOTE???” He yells and the second those words leave his mouth all his friends surround the pair like hungry hyenas. Her smile drops and her eyes widen to the point some would think is impossible. “ Eh? Is that what that is??” She goes to snatch the note from him, which proves to be an easy task as Lorenzo is frozen in the spot. Before she could read the note herself, however, it was too snatched from her hand by Theodore Nott and passed around his friend group.
With a frown on her face, she turns to her friend, “ I, didn't give you anything, someone gave you a love note, I just delivered it.” She said making sure to emphasize mentioning her person in the sentence. “ So this is not from you? Because that sure sounds like an excuse, lame one at that,” says Mattheo Riddle as he waves the note in front of her face. She swats his hand away like it's a fly and he passes the note to Blasie Zabini who has yet to read it.
“No, I had no idea it was a love note,” she argues back and places her hand on Lorenzo's shoulder. “ I love you, but not like that.”
“ Are you sure? because-”
“yes.”
“no, like, if you do-”
“no”
“ Maybe we can work-”
“ I would rather jump from the astronomy tower.”
“Ouch,” he said and she just patted him on the back with fake sympathy. The note was passed back to him and he finally had the chance to look at it again. All of his friends return to studying the girl sitting on the bed. A minute of silence is broken when Blasie speaks up.
“ Are you, not the Hufflepuff girl sitting next to Enzo in Charms?” Looking up and smiling.
“Why, yes I am.” she proudly announces to the room. The shock and mumbles did not phase her as her friend got her attention.
“ So who gave you this note?” Lorenzo asks seemingly coming out of his trance from just receiving a love confession. “ I don't know, some girl gave it to me and asked me to give it to you.” She shrugs and targets the candy bag in Draco's arms, taking a handful without the boy noticing and popping a few chocolate pieces in her mouth. “ and you just did it?”
“For 5 galleons.” He looks at her in disbelief.
“ You sold our friendship for galleons?” he asks not believing he's worth a pocket change.
“ She promised another 5 if I got her an answer.” “oh my god.” He throws his head back and stares at the ceiling for a second as the girl next gives him a confused look.
“ what? I didn't know it was a love note. Besides-”
“ How did you get in here?” Draco cutes her as he notices her hand sneaking into his bag of candy this time, snatching it away. The two friends turn to the group of boys standing around them. “ I do you one better, whose uniform is that?” Mattheo asks pointing out the obvious Slytherin uniform on the Hufflepuff girl. Her eyes narrowed, not enjoying being interrogated. As she was about to answer Lorenzo was just a second faster.
“ Her own you moron, it's a color-changing charm. Good job on that by the way.” He says, getting up from the bed and breaking the circle his friends formed around them. The girl gets up and follows him to his desk. “ That does not answer how she got here.” chimes in Theodor. Leaning on the desk she turns to them and crosses her arms. “I'm a Hufflepuff, we have our ways. It is not that hard to find all the secret passages.” She says nonchalantly. Next to her, Lorenzo is hunched down and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Before any more questions can be said he shoots up with a little ‘aha’ leaving him. Taking the girl’s hand and turning it, he slaps a little note folded in half in her palm. Then he fishes up what seems to be 10 galleons from his pocket and adds that as well.
“Now sunshine, please don't ever bring me love notes ever again,” he said and started to usher the girl out of the bedroom. She gets up from her spot and walks to the door not that much bothered by her friend kicking her out. “ What if it normal note? Can I bring that?” “ no.” He answers as soon as he hears the first question. ‘You're no fun ‘ can be heard faintly as she says it under her nose. Opening the door she previously so elegantly kicked open, she turns to his friends one last time. “None of you want to send a note? It will cost you only 5 galleons.”
All of them shake their head not wanting to use the girls' service. She gives them a few more seconds before she takes our step outside of the door. “ Wait, sunshine,” Lorenzo stops her with a sheepish smile on his face. Wodlesly she raises an eyebrow at him. “ next time don't forget to change the color of your bow.” he says and motions to the boy keeping her braid together. She looks down and sees it proudly shining the yellow color of her house. She just chuckles and without other words, she steps out of the room and closes the door behind her.
The room falls silent for a minute before erupting into a bickering over what happened.
Notes to deliver - 0
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The mustache
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Natasha crashes your date
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You let a fake laugh bubble out of your mouth for what feels like a hundredth time this evening. Your date looks smug, her eyes trailing over your form, almost leering. She takes a sip of her wine and licks her lips slowly, daring you to look.
You don't.
You can almost hear Natasha say I told you so.
You clear your throat and take another bite of a perfectly made steak - the only saving grace of this disastrous date.
You mentally cringe, closing your eyes briefly. Objectively, the date is going well - she showed up on time, held the door for you, helped you to your seat and made perfect small talk, occasionally throwing in a joke or two. You can excuse her wandering eyes, knowing you've been throwing mixed signals all evening.
You nod along to whatever story she's telling, smiling and chuckling when it's appropriate. You barely resist the urge to excuse yourself. You chew on your lower lip, wondering how you allowed yourself to get in such a mess.
Your phone chimes once, screen lightning up with a new notification.
Natasha.
Yep. Here's your answer.
You look at your date, hating how different her smile is from your best friends. It's too large, too open and not even half as genuine. Natasha's smiles are small, barely noticeable, but they're enough to make your breath come short.
You sigh. You need to stop comparing your every date to Natasha.
“Do you mind if I take a look? It might be important,” you ask, reaching for your phone. She nods happily, waving the waiter over for another glass of wine.
How bad is it?
You snort, coughing immediately to cover up the sound and reaching for your glass.
Another message appears right in front of your eyes.
That bad?
You choke on your wine, discreetly looking around, but coming up short.
Six o'clock, dumbass.
You wait a moment and look right behind you, mouth falling open when you finally see her.
She's sitting three tables down, wearing your favorite hoodie and a black cap. With sunglasses covering her eyes. In a dimly lit restaurant. What makes you let out a strangled laugh, though, is a perfect old fashioned mustache glued right under her nose. She twirls both ends around her fingers, curling them up, before lowering her glasses and sending you an exaggerated wink.
The best spy in the world, the woman who made entire governments collapse, is sitting right behind you, looking like a child playing dress up.
You whip around, your face red, and wave off your date's concerned look. “I'm alright.”
She nods, all too happy to continue talking about all of the famous people she's met through her job.
You hide your phone under the table and shoot your best friend a text.
You're ridiculous
Her reply comes instantly.
And yet you love me.
Her words hit a little too close to home.
You are hopelessly in love with your best friend.
Another message comes through.
What's wrong?
You frown, eyes darting around. You didn't even do anything to warrant the question.
And don't even try to lie. I can tell something's wrong.
You sigh, tell Natasha everything is fine, and place your phone face down on the table, your date still recounting a story of how she met some actress.
The next half an hour is tense. You can feel Natasha's eyes on you. You can hear her plotting a way to get you out of here, but you know you have to at least try to make it work, if not with… Connie? Courtney? Then with someone else, before you go completely mad.
Your phone rings. You can't stop yourself from picking it up.
“Sorry, it’s an emergency.” Your excuse sounds bad even to your own ears, and you wince when your date pointedly looks away with pursed lips.
“Do you want me to throw her out of the window?” She starts without a preamble. “If not, I have a knife in my boot and you know how good I am with knives.”
“Can't you handle it without me?” You ask, knowing Natasha will play along. Your date reaches for her purse, dejected. Guilt swirls in your chest, and you contemplate your next words. Maybe you should stay and-
“Don't feel bad, she's been looking at the blonde to your right since she came in,” Natasha drawls, “and no, I can't handle it without you. I need you back home.”
You blush, biting on your lower lip.
“I'm sorry, but there's been an-”
“Just go,” your date cuts you off, “I'll handle the bill.” Her eyes are on the blonde girl before she's done speaking, and you leave with your conscience clear.
Natasha catches up to you outside and leads you to her corvette - her sunglasses and cap are gone, but that ridiculous mustache is still in place.
“What do you think?” She asks as she opens the door for you before going around the car and taking a seat behind the wheel. “I like the look.”
You snort and shake your head, amused with your best friend's antics. “It's… something.”
She rolls her eyes, starting the engine. “I know you love it.”
You hum, relaxing against the soft leather, your worries stoved away by Natasha's calming presence.
“Why do you keep going on dates if you hate it so much?” She asks when you reach Compound gates.
You sigh, think of an answer that would get her off your back without making her suspicious.
“I just… I-” you stutter, wincing.
Great.
She raises an eyebrow, looking absolutely ridiculous, but so, so beautiful, it makes your entire chest ache.
The car comes to a stop, and Natasha focuses all of her attention on you.
“I need to get over someone.”
There, you've said it.
“Who?” She asks, and for the first time in all the years you've known her you can't read her at all.
“You don't know them.”
She looks ahead, her jaw clenched tight. “How long?”
You blink away the tears. “A few years.”
She looks down at her lap, her fingers tapping against her thigh. “Who?” She asks again.
“Natasha…”
“Is it Carol?” Her voice is tight, her eyes dart around the street.
“God no,” you chuckle, thinking about your blond friend. Valkyrie would kill you on the spot if you even looked at her the wrong way, not that you're interested anyway. They need to get over themselves and finally admit their feelings to each other. Anyone can see their pining from a mile away.
“Kate?”
You shake your head. “You don't know them.”
“Then tell me. What would it matter?”
“Nat, can we just-”
“Tell me.”
You groan, and turn to open the door, but Natasha’s hand landing on your thigh stops you. You swallow, freezing on the spot.
“Please.”
You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the inevitable. “It's you,” you whisper.
The hand on your thigh clumps tight. “What?”
“It's you,” you repeat, feeling braver after the admission. “Always you.”
She lets out a deep, shaky breath, before reaching for your face with her other hand. “Look at me, please.”
You face her, eyes still closed, a few tears sliding down your cheeks. They're wiped away a moment later, and your face gets enveloped in the softest warmth.
“Open your eyes.”
You swallow, and do as she asked. She looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.
“I love you.”
Your heart skips a beat at her words, lips falling open. “What?”
She smiles, her thumb tracing patterns on your wet cheek. “I love you.”
You look at her for a long moment, taking in her features - her forest green eyes, tender and soft, the slope of her nose, so kissable. Your eyes trail lower and then suddenly a loud laugh makes its way out of your chest. You bend, clutching your stomach, happy tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
Natasha looks delightfully confused.
“I'm sorry, it's just…” you giggle, pointing at her face, “the mustache.”
She groans, tearing it away. “I've been going crazy all this time, you know.”
“Yeah?” You grin, head spinning.
“Yeah,” she says before claiming your lips. She's soft, so soft it makes your toes curl and your chest get warm and fuzzy. The kiss is gentle, loving. You mewl against her, opening your mouth and welcoming her tongue.
The kiss grows heated.
“I,” you gasp between the kisses, “I love you. So much.”
You can feel her blinding smile in the next kiss, and the one that comes after.
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restroom attendant | jason todd
Summary: Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.
Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings/tags: humor, mild angst, reader's ex-bf cheats and dumps her, jason is such a silly goose, flirting, meet ugly, canon-typical violence, awkward jason, comic relief dick grayson.
A/N: this is probably the silliest fic i've ever written LOL! i hope you guys enjoy it. please support your local jason todd enthusiast and reblog :)
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Tonight sucks.
With a shaky hand, you attempt to soothe your swollen eyes. You’ve probably been in here for about twenty minutes. Your Uber has definitely left, as has your now ex-boyfriend of three years.
Yoga instructor. It’s always the yoga instructor. They’re always fucking the yoga instructor.
You swallow a mouthful of tears and phlegm and try not to let the wet sink touch your dress. All you’d wanted was a little class on your birthday, maybe have some wine and play footsie under the table with your boyfriend. But no. That would’ve been too easy for you.
You’re starting to think this city is cursed.
The door slams open. The force of it shakes the bathroom, rattles the mirrors. You spin around.
A man slides across the floor and smacks his head on the opposite wall. Red Hood appears in the doorway, the eyes of his helmet glowing eerily.
Yep. Definitely cursed.
"Let's try this again," Hood says pleasantly, reloading his gun with a fresh magazine. "And in the interest of making myself transparent: when I ask you a question, Jerry, I expect a truthful answer."
He stalks over to Jerry and heaves him up by the lapels of his suit jacket. Hood's biceps bulge as he holds Jerry against the wall. You squish yourself against the sink. Water soaks the back of your dress.
"You're crazy, I didn't do anything!" Jerry shouts, feet barely scraping the floor.
"Volume, Jerry. People are trying to enjoy their meals.”
“Let go of me, Hood! I wasn’t anywhere near the Iceberg Lounge!”
“Yeah, see, words are coming outta your mouth, but they don't match the fact that I have three people who put you at the scene. How can we remedy this inconsistency? Any ideas?"
Jerry squirms, but he's no match for Hood's strength. Your heart pounds in your chest.
"Don't give me to the cops!" Jerry begs.
"Cops are the least of your worries right now," Hood snarls. "You're damn lucky Nightwing wants to talk to you, Jerry, or your head would hurt a lot more."
Slowly, you reach for your purse, trying to pull out your phone. Instead, you knock it to the floor. Tears gather in your eyes because this night just can’t cut you a break.
“Motherfucker,” you whisper.
Hood turns, those frightening white eyes now on you. Jerry also looks at you, legs still dangling.
“Hey,” Hood says without a sign of struggle. “Shit. Y'alright? Did I swipe ya?”
“No,” you say, voice shaky.
His posture softens. “Okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”
“I believe you. But, um… you're in the women's bathroom.”
Red Hood gives the room a onceover.
“Huh. So we are. Dunno how that happened.” He shakes Jerry by the collar. “Why’d you run into the women’s bathroom, asshole?”
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me!” Jerry wails.
“Shut it, Jesus. I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet, anyway.”
“It's fine, I was just leaving,” you say, bending down to get your purse.
“Hey, no, don't let me push you out,” Hood says. “Sorry. I'll be gone in a couple minutes.”
Hood adjusts his grip so Jerry's face is against the wall, arms and legs restrained. Then he zipties Jerry and sits him down hard on the floor. Hood presses a button on his helmet.
“Yo, N, I'm at Prescott's. Yeah, with Jerry. No, I didn't tell him to run in here, he did that all on his own! Well, I chased him for ten blocks, so I’d prefer if you’d keep your bitching to yourself. Thank you… Okay, we're in the women's bathroom, so—well, I didn't do it on purpose! No, I’m—will you just come here? There’s a side window.” Hood presses the button again with a grunt. “Dickhead.”
“Are you gonna erase my memory?” you ask.
Hood jerks, turning back to you.
“What? Hell no, I'm not gonna erase your memory. I don't do that shit, I promise.”
You slump against the sink. “That's too bad. I would prefer it.”
He looks up from Jerry’s last ziptie and pulls it extra tight. Jerry whimpers.
“How come?” Hood asks.
You shake your head. “It's nothing.”
“Hm. Doesn't look like nothing. If you're in danger—”
“I'm not in danger. I…”
You glance at Hood. You can't see his face, but his body language seems genuine. From what you've heard, Hood isn't known for mincing words or doing things he doesn't want to. And he’s good to Gothamites. Well, the law-abiding ones, anyway. He’s even been endorsed by Batman.
What's the harm in telling him about your disastrous night? Not like you'll see him again. Or Jerry.
“I got dumped,” you say.
“Ah.” Hood nods. “Been there.”
Somehow, the idea of Red Hood getting dumped is weirder than him beating up a guy in the women’s bathroom of Prescott’s.
You sniffle, and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.
“Yeah, um. It was our three year anniversary today. He took me here, told me he was in love with his yoga instructor, and then left.”
You tear up thinking about it. Hood makes a quiet noise.
“Shit. Well, I haven't been there,” he says. “But I know infidelity. I'm sorry. Dudes are trash.”
“And it's my birthday today,” you blurt, sniffling.
“Happy birthday,” Jerry says, clutching his stomach.
“What a fucking asshole!” Hood snarls, and lets go of Jerry, who crumples like a sack of potatoes. He’s out cold in a second, frozen on the floor.
Your brows rise. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. It’s his first time in Gotham.” Hood shrugs. “Anyway, where was I? Right, your asshole ex. Like it's not enough to publicly dump you, and then he goes and does it on your birthday? Who is this guy? I'll go talk to him right now.”
You laugh a loud, snorting laugh. It bounces off the tiles.
Hood tilts his head. “What’d I say?”
You catch your breath and wave your hand.
“No, nothing, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a crappy night and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.”
“I mean it,” Hood says. “I’ll scare him if you want.”
“As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be an accessory to a crime.”
You also don’t want to put your ex in the ICU, no matter how much he might deserve it. Best to let the universe do its thing.
“You’d be acquitted, don’t worry.” Hood leans against the stall. “I’d never letcha go to jail.”
You smile, your ears growing warm. “You don’t even know me. What if I deserve it?”
“Nah. I got a good sense about people. I can tell you’re sweet. Probably don’t even run through red lights.”
“I try not to,” you say, heat spreading to your face.
“Yeah, a good girl. I figured as much.”
Your eyes widen. Hood coughs and rubs his neck. Even his coughs sound intimidating through the helmet, but that’s negated by his scrunched-up posture.
“Fuck. Sorry. That wasn’t a come-on,” he says. “I mean, it sounded like one, but I’m realizing what a creep I am, flirting with you in a bathroom with a zip-tied criminal. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I hate myself.”
You grin. “It’s okay. You made my night better, actually. Thanks.”
“That’s a testament to how terrible your night’s been if I made it better.”
You shrug. “Could always be worse. I bet Jerry had an even shittier night than me.”
“You’d win that bet. But I—”
The window swings open with a clunk. Nightwing pops his head in. He looks at Hood, then you.
“Uh,” he says. “Evening. What’s going on?”
“What’s going on is it took you almost ten minutes to get here,” Hood says, back in Vigilante Mode. “Did you get lost?”
Nightwing smiles with all his teeth. “I was actually cleaning up your mess at the Bowery, Hood. You’re welcome.”
He looks at you. “Hi. Sorry about this. I hope we didn’t ruin your night. If there’s anything we can reimburse you for…”
You shake your head. “It’s okay. My night was already sunk. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping Gotham safe.”
Nightwing laughs. “The pleasure is ours.”
“Alright, enough chattering, Dickwing,” Hood says. “Take him.”
He lifts the unconscious Jerry, pushing him up to the window. He does so effortlessly, his jacket riding up to reveal his skin-tight jumpsuit.
You look away before he catches you staring. There’s definitely something wrong with you.
Nightwing takes Jerry and waves at you. Then he disappears.
“So, uh,” Hood says. “I gotta go.”
“Oh! Right, of course. Sorry to keep you.”
“Now what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and it almost sounds like a tease. You wonder what his smile looks like. What color his eyes are.
“Well, I really didn’t mean to keep you…”
“You didn’t keep me,” Hood says, and you can hear the warmth even through his decoder. “This is probably the best arrest I’ve ever made.”
He starts to climb through the window, then stops. He digs into one of the pockets of his belt and pulls out a scrap of paper.
“This is my number,” he says. “Well, it’s kind of the vigilante hotline. But you can reach me here, in case you ever need help.”
Hood walks over to give it to you. He smells like gunpowder and oranges. He’s even larger this close, the width of his shoulders dwarfing you.
“Thank you,” you say quietly.
He nods and backs up, clapping his hands.
“Right. So I’ll go… Bye.”
Hood looks at you for a moment more. Then he hops up onto the window sill and slides out, somehow graceful despite his bulk. The window closes.
Your dress has dried, which is nice. You walk out of the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one else has come in.
You get your coat and this time, when you see the empty seat across from yours, you don’t burst into tears, which is progress. You call another Uber and go to wait for it at the front. The hostess approaches you.
“Ma’am?” she says, and holds out a small, plastic container. In it is a slice of tiramisu.
“I didn’t order this,” you say.
“It was called in and paid for by a Mr. R.H. He wishes you a happy birthday.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
You’re definitely leaving a five-star review on Yelp.
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Lipstick Smudges
Includes; Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Malleus Draconia, Silver
Tags; slightly suggestive— but it's all sfw and a lot of smooches 😚
Gender Neutral Reader -> Reader does wear lipstick
Requested ! [Twst M.List] ♡
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—Riddle Rosehearts
A death wish
If you wish to be berated about public appearances and whatnot, then this is is just the thing for you 😀
On the bright side, the red of the lipstick compliments his red hair and of course, the growing blush on his face
An innocent single kiss to his cheek, which quickly became less seemingly innocent in the form of a dozen pecks. Riddle lost all sense of control at the first kiss, your lips simply soft, gentle, and intoxicating. His chest was burning for oxygen, but he didn't want to pull away - not yet, just a couple more seconds, he reckoned. He was practically drowning in the overflowing feelings amongst the moment.
You pulled away, your face flushed from the heated moment, eyes half lidded as you attempted to catch your breath. Suddenly, your eyes widened, a fit of giggles following from you soon after. Riddle rosed a brow at that, his heart fluttering at the sound of your laughter. " What's so silly my rose?"
" Your face...!" You couldn't stop another chuckle from leaving you as you attempted to calm yourself. Perplexed, Riddle took a quick glance at the mirror perched at the side of his room. Low and behold, the great dorm warden of Heartslabyul— rendered a disheveled mess with flushed cheeks and... lipstick marks over his lips. If it was even possible, his face became many shades redder, placing the roses in the garden to shame.
To be honest, you couldn't tell if he was mad or simply surprised, perhaps a mixture of both knowing your boyfriend. As for the boyfriend himself, Riddle couldn't quite place a finger on what he was feeling. He should be angry, really, that if anyone witnessed him this state, it would truly be embarrassing. But it's wasn't that... bad. If anything, it just made his heart thump faster, and palms become fidgety.
But oh- if you thought you were off the hook, then you're horribly mistaken. But for now, he'll let it slide and perhaps get a couple more kisses from you.
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—Azul Ashengrotto
He's already red at the thought of kissing and now having some very obvious red marking of your kissing(which wasn't really that intimate) ?! He feels like he may explode on the spot
To be honest, if you don't point it out him, he's not going to notice for a while until some poor soul garnered the courage to tell him
It was a goodbye kiss - a goodbye which left a bright red mark on the corner of his mouth. Azul was curious as to why everyone was giving him a lingering gaze, some looking away to chuckle to themselves. We're they teasing him? Did he have anything in his teeth, perhaps?
A quick glance to the mirror answered all those questions, and he was mortified. The first thing he did was seek you out and demand - no, he can't raise his voice at you- nicly question, what caused you to do something so... so scandalous! Why do this to his face? Were you trying to make him have a heart attack?
He was too dumbfounded to even wipe it off, contributing to a very amusing scene to play before your eyes; your boyfriend out of breath, face flushed terribly red and just a tiny bit of your lipstick sticking to his lips.
" Darling, look what you did to my face." He sputtered, his face flushing an embarrassed pink as he pointed to the innocent mark. You giggled slightly at his dramatic antics, earning you a dramatic gasp from his end.
" Sorry Azul, didn't mean to leave a mark."
" Everyone in the school saw, and no one considered telling me." He mumbled out dumbfounded.
"It's really not that bad." You attempted to soothe him, grabbing a tissue to wipe it off. You were surprised when he caught your wrist suddenly, the material just shy from his lips.
Oh?
" Now now, I never say I didn't like it. Just be more cautious, Angelfish. Otherwise, I'll never hear the end of it from the twins."
Oh.
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—Jade Leech
Really it's you who gets more flustered than he does.
If anything, he looks rather unfazed by the mark. Makes matters worse by teasing you for it, chuckling lightly as you scrambled to save your dignity
"Oh Jade... I got some of my lipstick on your face, " you muttered rather sheepishly, pointing the vibrant red smudge against his mouth as you pulled away. Your lover merely rose a brow at that, for he was already fully aware that it's there! But it presented an opportunity to make a gentle tease at the situation, and given how you're becoming red, it was worth it.
"Oh?" He tilted his head, a smirk already playing on his lips as he examined myself. "Why it seems you have, my dear." He exclaimed with a faux dramatic sigh before giving off a light-hearted chuckle.
Really, Jade paid little mind to the mark - though painfully obvious in contrast to his blue hair. However, people are too afraid of him to make fun of him for it, and besides, he felt entranced by it some way. Marked by his lover in such an innocent and unintentional way? You're really pulling at his heartstrings.
He pointed to the smudge, the pigment rubbing against the corners of his mouth, then he pointed to the other side bare and lipstick-free. Before you could even reciprocate your confusion, Jade suddenly leaned forward, a puff of hot air tickling your cheek. Your gasp of surprise only acted to empathize that smirk of his whilst the pads of his gloved fingers brushed along your spine, ecliting goosebumps along the curves of your body.
" Why don't you leave a couple more, my dear? Mark me as yours, hm?" It's safe to say that you were a little late to your class, your lips noticeably a little puffy and red.
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—Malleus Draconia
Malleus, who doesn't really understand why you're making a big fuss about in the first place. It's just a small little mark, it can be easily wiped off with his sleeve.
He's intrigued by it; however, it wasn't something he can place his finger on but he stared at the smudge with some form of interest in his eyes
Tbh he's too busy kissing you to even pay attention or care 😗
Honestly, Malleus hardly even noticed or felt the texture of the pigment rub against his lips as he chased you for another kiss. He was too intoxicated in the moment, his chest heaving as he pulled another searing kiss that made the tips of his fingers go numb. It's only when you suddenly pulled away, your eyes widening slightly did he consider that something might have been wrong.
" Why are you staring at me like, my treasure?" He inquired with a tilt of his head, scenarios starting to run through his brain. You shyly pointed to his face, a faint red creeping on your cheeks from mild embarrassment. He hummed as his eyes quickly danced over to the nearest mirror, and there it was; a smudge of color against his face.
It was hard to read his expression within that moment, his brows were furrowing slightly but he remained stagnant in his motion. As you started to internally panic, Malleus let out a soft chuckle, his lips spreading in a small smile as he flickers his attention back to you.
" My love, it's just a little smudge. Don't be so concerned." He lightly chastised as his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you a little closer. " I truly pay little mind toward public appearances and if it came from you, then it certainly is worthy to be on my face."
His finger reached out to trail along your bottom lip, effectively accumulating a little more pigment on his fingernail. He chuckles at the reaction it eclicts from you as he leans in, lips brushing against your own. His voice is low as hushed whisper, sending shivers down your skin.
"However, let's conern ourselves with that later. Allow me to enrapture you in some more kisses."
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—Silver
Literally does not care. He has no qualms with going to class with a smudged face of your lipstick. So what if they point and whisper? He really could hardly care
Really, he's too busy chasing after your lips to really concern himself over it. Why fuss over a small mark when he can kiss you breathless and maybe add a couple more of marks while he's at it?
Soft sighs were the only audible thing that registered in your brain as you felt your chest be knocked out of oxygen for the nth time. The only coherent feeling was Silver's lips on your own, swollen and blemished as he retreats for a quick intake of air before repeating the action. However, before he could lean in for another round of fervish kisses, you propped your hands on his shoulder, halting in him in place.
" Is something wrong?" He mumbled, hot breath pricking your cheek— it took all your willpower to not shudder, even as his fingers brushed along your upper arms. A couple more seconds of silence passed before you spoke; " I- I got some of my lipstick on your face." Your voice was barely audible and he had to strain his ears to hear.
He seemed to consider this for a moment, eyes flickering to the ground as he processed the words. His expression was unreable. You almost started to panic had it not been for the soothing circles he rubbed along your bare skin. Then, before you could ask, he leaned forward to press a chaste peck to your lips, followed by a:" I don't really care."
And with that, your cycle of kissing each other breathless until you're both heaving for air resumed and tenfolded with each passing second, touches becoming rough and impatient as you littered more smudges along Silver's face.
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Anon, you didn't specify which fandom, so I went with twist. I hope that was okay ✿
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Welcome party
Kang Seulgi X Bae Irene X Male Reader
Stop it already."
You chuckle, making your co-worker's thighs quiver. Your warm breath makes her squirm in her seat.
"I didn't have breakfast."
"But-"
Her voice is interrupted by a deep moan. Your tongue flicks against her clit, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the task at hand.
"Why can't you eat breakfast like a normal person?"
A long lick along her folds makes her pussy lips glisten with spit and her arousal.
"I'm eating right now."
You dive back into your first meal of the day.
"You're supposed to eat food. Not pussy."
Her thighs press against your head as you suck on her clit. It seems she likes it more than she can admit.
When the two of you joined the company together, four years ago, you both had this sexual tension. It only took you a couple of weeks, before the two of you started to fuck everywhere. The bathroom, on your desk after everyone was gone, on her desk, on your boss's desk, even on set.
But, who could blame you?
With a woman like this?
How could you not?
Well, it all slowly came to a hold about a year ago. The two of you weren't able to see each other often, since you were positioned in different departments. And the minor inconvenience that she had a boyfriend.
But as soon as she broke up with him, she was all over you again. You talked about the good old times. One thing let to another...
And here you are. Kneeling under Bae Irene's desk, devouring her pussy like it's your last day on earth.
"The boss is gonna be here soon."
You don't answer, digging your fingers into the soft skin of her thighs.
The two of you recently started working together, which means you are sitting in the same office. True to the older days, you both came in way too early.
Which exposes the fact that Irene is currently putting up an act. You know that she would never miss out on an opportunity like this.
"So sweet."
You mumble between licks, making Irene cover her mouth with one hand. No one else is here, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
"Have you always been this good?"
"I've had years of practice, remember?"
All the things you learned about her body seem like muscle memory to you. It has only been two weeks since the two of you got back at it again. And yet, Irene told you that you had sex more often than she had during the whole year, while she was in a relationship.
"That naughty tongue of yours... Fuck!"
Despite being older, Irene loves how you take care of her like this. Her pussy is dripping wet by now, the chair slowly starting to get stained.
"10 more minutes. She is gonna be here by-oh god!"
You interrupt her again. While your hands knead her full thighs, you suck on her clit, letting your tongue flick against it occasionally.
"I don't take that long."
Your cocky response makes Irene grin. She can't see you, but she reaches for your head, pushing your face further into her pussy.
And before your boss comes in, Irene's body freezes in her chair. As if someone pressed the pause button. You can't see her face, but you know her eyes and mouth are wide open. A silent moan leaving her mouth, her back as straight as it can be.
A moment later, she crashes down. Falling into the backrest, her legs quiver and shake.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
With one last sigh, her body calms itself. You have one last lick, making her flinch, before you wipe her juices off your face.
Why would you eat pancakes or bread for breakfast, if you can just feast on this pussy?
"What do you think?"
You sit across the older woman's desk, nodding at her question.
"I think it would be a good idea."
"Of course you do."
You chuckle, while leaning back into the chair.
Because you are working for a small company, your boss is everyone's boss. Around a hundred people are currently part of the production company "Seongwan designs".
You and Irene have been there from the beginning. Naturally, the two of you have the highest positions, after your CEO Miss Kim.
"Are you almost done with editing by now?"
You smile.
"Yeah. It's gonna be a good MV."
Seongwan designs is offering something that not many companies would. Producing music videos for entertainment agencies. It was a risky move at first, but now, you have a lot of projects. Even from the big three.
"I haven't heard the song yet, I'm too busy. Is it good?"
"It's Twice. How can it not be good?"
Miss Kim nods.
"Of course."
She reaches for three slim portfolios.
"These are our new employees. I know you have a lot on your hands. But so do Irene and I. Would you mind?"
"No problem, boss. I will show them around."
"Great. Irene is currently on set?"
"Yes."
"What's her theme for Itzy's new comeback? She hasn't reported it to me, yet."
"It's Christmas themed."
You and Irene have a lot of liberties, but Miss Kim occasionally wants to check in on you. It's her company after all.
You lose your train of thought as you stare at her. You always thought that there is no one who could rival Irene's beauty. And yet...
After pulling yourself together, you introduce yourself, before the three new employees do the same.
Your eyes are glued to her face, when it's finally her turn.
"I'm Kang Seulgi. I will do my best. Please take care of me."
She bows respectfully.
You already catch the man, who just introduced himself, staring at her.
Since you and Irene are not in any kind of relationship, you imagine yourself having some fun with Seulgi after this tour.
The way she looks is incredible. Her long black hair has blue highlights in it, making her look a little more fierce. Her smile makes her look adorable. But her stare? Fuck. She almost looks evil.
Her white crop top is exposing her beautiful midriff and her small waist. Her chest looks just as good.
Her shorts are barely long enough. Her legs are covered by a pair of fishnets and her big, black boots.
The imprint on her shirt and the bear on her waist make her look cute. But the fishnets, shorts and boots make her look dangerous.
The combination is too much for you.
"And this is where we usually eat lunch." You end the tour by showing them the cantina. It's a small one, because a lot of the crew are working on different sets and locations. It's never completely full and looks kinda cozy.
"What a coincidence."
You check your watch.
"It's lunch time."
You chuckle, while pointing behind you.
"Help yourself."
Seulgi smiled at your joke, which makes your heart skip a beat. If you could just have her for lunch...
You shake your head as you turn around to follow them.
While you wait in line, you get a call from Irene.
"Grabbing lunch?"
"Yeah."
"What's on the menu?"
"Tteokbokki."
"Oh, damn. Can you save me some?"
"Sure. See you."
You hang up as it's your time to order. Having worked with her for four years, you know exactly what side dishes she likes to eat.
"Two servings please."
Once you got the food, you blindly follow the one in front of you. Seulgi. It wasn't even intentional. And yet you find yourself sitting next to her, at the table with the two new guys. You catch both of their uneasy eyes.
"Relax, guys. While we are in this room, I'm not your boss. Eat up."
You watch them reaching for their chopsticks.
"For how long have you been here, sir?"
You glance at Seulgi, before reaching for your own.
"Four years. Right from the beginning."
"Wow. You must know a lot about producing."
"There is always more to learn."
You are a very humble person, despite being the second most important person in the company. Well, if you don't count Irene.
Speaking of the devil, you see her entering the cantina. You weren't able to "catch up" with her this morning. You regret it even more, when you see what she is wearing.
If you would have declined to show the new ones around yesterday, you would know what Irene is wearing underneath that dress of hers. But you are sure you're going to find out soon enough.
"Pabo."
"Idiot."
You great each other as usual, before she takes one of the plates off your tray. The food does look delicious and you can't wait. You were nice enough to wait for her.
"How is it going with Itzy?"
Despite looking at Irene, you can almost feel Seulgi's eyes widen. You've gotten to know her better over the last hours. She seems to be a pretty gentle and curious person.
"We are managing."
"That sounds like a delay."
You wait for Irene to finish chewing on the rice cake in her mouth.
"No shit, Sherlock. We had to do the group dance scene like a thousand times."
You are used to her bickering, after all, you are not the one she is mad at.
"But you got it now?"
"Yeah. But we are behind on schedule."
It's silent for a moment as you and Irene eat your food.
"M-May I ask a question?"
You turn to Seulgi.
"Sure. What is it?"
Your reassuring smile gives her confidence.
"Why is it so bad, if you can't keep the schedule? It's not your fault, right? Shouldn't their company deal with it?"
"You are way to naive."
Irene dismisses her by waving her hand, before reaching for the glass of water in front of her. You decide to explain further.
"You might think so, Seulgi. But their company doesn't. They usually have a release date set already. And if we don't meet their expectations, it's our fault. It doesn't matter, if their idols mess up."
"I see."
Seulgi nods, before returning to her food.
You give Irene a quiet glare, to not let her frustration out on the new employees.
The older woman glares back at you.
"Stop looking and eat."
You roll your eyes.
Irene quickly uses her chopsticks to steal your boiled egg.
"Hey."
She grins at you, before putting it into her mouth.
"Please. You can have mine, sir."
You see Seulgi's egg in between her chopsticks.
"It's alright, Seulgi. Thank you though."
"Please, I insist."
You nod awkwardly, letting her put her egg into your bowl.
If you would've looked up, you would have seen Irene's disapproving glare.
Yes, the two of you aren't in a relationship. But she can't help but feel weird by the way Seulgi treats you. She is the one you are supposed to fuck after all.
Making sure you know that as well, Irene moves her foot underneath the table.
You look at her as you feel her shoe rub against your crotch.
"I want you so bad right now."
Irene captures your lips with hers.
"You are some needy slut, you know that?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
The two of you stumble into the bathroom.
Since it's right next to your office, you both work in one room, there aren't many people who use it. Irene's reputation of being a little cold keeps them away. Which makes the bathroom a great place for eating your dessert.
Irene's warm lips taste like the Tteokbokki she just ate. Her tongue explores your mouth, searching for your own.
You feel her hand undoing your belt as your right one sneaks around her waist.
"Praise me."
She mumbles into your mouth as your pants drop to the floor.
"You're so fucking hot."
You say between breaths, before kissing her again.
"I love how small your waist is."
Emphasizing your point, you place your second hand on it as well.
"More."
Irene sighs as she takes off your boxers.
"Your pussy is the tightest I've ever had."
You make her moan by kissing her neck.
"Your skin is soft and tasty."
You just say whatever comes to mind.
Irene is stroking your cock, while the two of you keep making out.
"I love how your thighs wrap around my head, when I eat you out."
Irene moans, remembering yesterdays morning.
"Tell me how good I suck your cock."
She bites your lip as she strokes your cock, making it hard.
"I think you need to show me first."
Irene pulls away, a naughty grin on her face.
She drops to her knees, your cock right in front of her.
"How can I resist?"
She licks your shaft, closing her eyes.
"That cock of yours."
She sighs, almost to herself. You could think she starved for days by the way she starts to give you head.
Her lips wrap tightly around your tip, before Irene bobs her head up and down. Her tongue is pressed against the underside of your cock, playing with your tip, whenever she pulls away.
"You are amazing."
You feel her smile around your cock.
Irene let's her lips glide along the length of your shaft a couple times more.
"This tastes so good."
She kisses around your tip, before licking up your precum.
"I might get addicted."
True to her words, her blowjob increases in pace once more.
Irene places her hands on your thighs, ready to face fuck herself onto your cock. You reach out to put her hair behind her ears.
Gag after gag escapes her mouth as Irene starts to go up and down your shaft with an incredible pace. You don't know why she is so aggressive today, but you love it.
It only takes a short amount of time for her mouth to make you weak. You weren't lying when you told her she is amazing. She really is good at this.
You can't believe her makeup is still intact as she uses her mouth to pleasure you. Irene becomes sloppier by the second. Some of her spit is already staining the tiles she is kneeling on.
"Fuck. You are so good at giving head."
You sigh as Irene just won't stop devouring your cock.
"I-I want to fuck you."
Her work makes you stutter already. But only those words can make her stop.
You haven't fucked her since yesterday. That's a long time already. You finally want to feel her pussy again.
Irene let's your spit covered cock fall out of her mouth.
"Make me scream."
That's all she says before you pull her up.
For the hundredths time since you two work together, you bend Irene over the sink. That position alone makes her short dress ride high enough to expose her cheeks.
"How could you wear something like this? People could think this is actually see through."
You reach underneath her dress to knead her right cheek.
"Don't talk. Just give it to me."
You reach for her center, ready to slide her underwear down her creamy legs, but you instead touch her naked pussy.
"You really are a slut."
Irene rises her head to look at you through the mirror.
"I'm not. You are the only guy I fuck."
You raise an eyebrow. You don't have anything exclusive going on and you expected Irene to be able to fuck anyone she wants.
"I only dress like this so you can give me a good pounding whenever I need one."
You grin, knowing what she means. You see Irene's naked body pretty much everyday. There is nothing the two of you haven't done with each other yet.
With your wet dick in your hand, you push inside Irene's tight snatch. Her own saliva is lubricating your cock enough for now.
"Oh gosh. This never gets old."
She sighs as you push further. Your cock slowly fills up her pussy. It's unbelievable how tight Irene is. For a moment, you wonder if your new co-worker is just as tight...
Irene's moan brings you back to reality, when you bottom out inside of her.
"Fuck, that's it."
She sighs in disappointment.
"I wish we had more time, but I only have a couple of minutes."
She locks eyes with you through the mirror.
"Fuck the stress out of me. Hurry up."
You gladly start to fulfill her request.
Deep and hard thrusts push Irene's hips into the sink. Her hands hold onto the edges, her knuckles slowly start to turn white.
"Yes!"
She hisses through her teeth, enjoying how deep you are inside of her.
As you continue to fuck her, you start to increase your pace. As you fuck the stress out of her, Irene's hair starts to become a mess in her face. Her volume increases. The sound of your hips meeting her cheeks echo through the bathroom.
"Fuck me harder!"
Her tight pussy makes it difficult to last very long. You feel her flexing her muscles, trying to make you cum as fast as possible.
Your hands glide from her waist towards her shoulders. After brushing her hair away, you take hold of them, using your grip to pull Irene's full body against you.
"Oh gosh!"
Irene loses her grip on the sink, reaching behind her to hold onto both of your arms. Taking a step forward, you are almost lying her onto the sink, her face mere inches away from the mirror.
You see mist form on the glass surface as moan after moan escapes her mouth. Keeping your pace, you feel her getting closer.
You know all the signs by now. The way she furrows her eyebrows, the way she bites her lip, the way her moans sound. They all tell you that Irene can't keep this up for much longer.
"Fuck!"
Her hair keeps swinging wildly in front of her face as you take her from behind. How often did the two of you do this? Right here? Probably at least five times in the last two weeks.
"Make me cum! Hurry up!"
You almost have to chuckle. How is she still able to worry about her schedule? Pressing your lips together, you use more force to thrust into her.
By now, Irene's head shakes uncontrollably with ever push and pull.
"Fuck!"
If she is still able to scream, you aren't fucking her hard enough.
It only takes a couple more of your powerful thrusts, until you can finally convince her body to climax.
As always, Irene seems to be frozen. Her mouth hangs open, her glassy eyes stare at you through the mirror.
A moment later, her knees buckle, a deep moan escapes her lips, and Irene almost falls to the ground.
You keep her standing, letting her stay in this position, bend over the sink.
"I'm close, too."
She smiles to herself, slowly getting on her knees.
You watch as she starts to take your shaft into her mouth again. Her mouth replaces her pussy, sucking her own juices off your cock.
"Fuck, Irene."
You groan, feeling your orgasm approaching. The combination of her pussy and mouth is something no one can resist. Not even you. Eve though this is almost an everyday occurrence.
You cup Irene's right cheek with your hand as she looks up at you. She does look a little more relaxed, although you expect her to call you tonight. The rest of her day is going to be stressful as well.
The thought of fucking her again and the way Irene's tongue swirls around your tip, finally makes you cum.
"You are so good at that."
You are barely able to mumble those words, before you unload inside her mouth.
Irene hums in satisfaction, waiting for you to finish. Once your eyes are focused again, you watch her gulp down your cum.
"You are turning me into an addict, you know?"
You laugh as you help her up.
"Cum is good for your health. That's a scientific fact."
Irene chuckles as you pull your pants back up.
"I call you."
With that, your co-worker is gone.
You scratch your head as you go over the documents and scripts. Something is missing. Where did you put the script for the next dance video? You sigh in frustration, sometimes you hate that you can be messy. You definitely put it on your desk earlier. Right?
You get up, looking around the office. Or is it in of the shelves?
You start to go through them, looking for Twice's dance video script. It's supposed to be released together with the MV. The shooting for the music video is done, but you have to start with filming the dance video. The girls are coming over tomorrow.
Or maybe one of the stylists took it to prepare their outfits? You hate it, when people just take your stuff.
"Bloody hell."
You grumble as you walk out of your office.
Reaching the floor beneath yours, you look around the big room. Around thirty desks. Half of them are occupied, all of them have at least one shelf standing behind them. You groan internally. You still have to finish editing.
As your eyes wander through the room, they get caught up on the person who is sitting a few meters away. Maybe she can help you find it.
You asked Seulgi to go through some old footage after lunch, hoping she could gather some useful information for future projects and maybe even learn something.
"Seulgi."
You call her, while walking towards her desk.
Her eyes seem to be glued to the screen, her complete being indifferent to everything that's going on around her. Including you.
"Seulgi?"
You are only a few steps away. You see that she has taken some notes on a piece of paper, but the pen is lying on the desk now. She is biting her nail. It looks like she is watching something way too interesting.
"Kang Seulgi."
She almost falls out of her chair, when you call her name. Standing right beside her, you see how her cheeks flush red.
A look at her monitor makes you swallow hard. She must have taken the wrong video tape out of the material room. Miss Kim keeps the old tapes on the right side. And the security footage on the left. Seulgi seems to have picked up the wrong kind of video.
A video of you to be exact. Well, you aren't the only one in it. The other person is actually sitting on your lap. You see yourself in your own chair, your pants around your ankles.
No other than Bae Irene is riding your cock like crazy, her hips slamming down onto you.
You curse Miss Kim for unnecessarily keeping all of the old security footage.
You look at Seulgi. Her eyes are wide open in shock. Her innocent face is red with either shame or arousal. You are not sure yet.
Glancing at the monitor again, you see the time stamp. Seulgi must have watched this for at least half an hour by now.
"Come."
You turn the video and monitor off, before walking away. Not turning around, you hear Seulgi's hurried footsteps. The two of you pass by the cantina, follow two different hallways, until you find yourself in the underground parking lot.
Finally turning around, you see Seulgi standing there. Her fingers are intertwined in front of her as she looks down, a coy look on her face.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I must have picked the wrong one."
"And you only figured this out thirty minutes in?"
"N-No. I-"
"Did you like watching it?"
You see Seulgi bite her lip, but she shakes her head.
"I was just about to turn it off, sir."
You take a step closer. Her vanilla sent was covered by the smell of food during lunch, but you can now freely enjoy her smell.
"You only watched, right?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Then what is that?"
You point at the center of Seulgi's shorts.
She gasps, before covering it with both hands, without even looking down.
There is nothing there. But it confirms your assumption. If Seulgi did more than just watch...
"I spilled some water earlier. It was a mistake."
Seulgi bows.
"It's alright."
You put your hands in the pockets of your pants, which seems to relax her a little. Looking around, you confirm that there aren't any cameras around.
"Take them off."
"What?"
Seulgi looks at you. Completely bamboozled.
"Take off your shorts."
"But-"
Your eyes meet and Seulgi can't do anything but nod.
You watch as she starts to undo her belt, before opening the buttons. She looks down, trying to avoid eye contact.
Her waist looks even smaller as Seulgi pulls down her shorts. You see that her black panties are darker in the front.
"What do you think about me, fucking Irene?"
As you ask her, you let a finger slide behind her waistband.
Seulgi's breath hitches. She looks down at what you are doing, until she finally answers.
"I-I liked it."
"What did you like?"
Your finger glides along the smooth skin right above her snatch.
"I liked h-how often you made her cum."
Your finger reaches her clit, when she says the last word.
"Are you prepared to cum right here?"
Seulgi opens her mouth to protest, but you circle around her clit. A moan comes out instead, which makes her cover her mouth immediately.
"Don't be shy. No one is here."
You take her hand off her mouth with your own.
"I've seen how you looked at me today. I'm not surprised."
Seulgi looks away, unable to admit that she was actually checking you out.
"I've meet more than enough girls like you."
Your hand moves a little lower, your finger slowly parting her lips. You feel Seulgi's wetness slowly coating your finger.
"You all think it's fun to seduce your boss, until he makes you his sex toy."
You slip your finger inside her as you say the last word.
Seulgi's wide open eyes look up at you. Her cheeks are still red, now definitely because of arousal.
"Then, you all want to stop. Because you think so highly of yourself."
You move your finger slowly. In and out.
Her body is reacting to your touch. Your other hand is now reaching for her top, your palm slightly presses against her right chest.
"You think, you could have any man you want, don't you?"
Seulgi is unable to speak. She never expected you to dominate her like this. She feels dirty, but good. Your finger makes her rub her thighs together.
"Do you want the truth?"
You wait a couple of moments, your finger moving in and out, until Seulgi nods.
"A woman like you is only good for one thing. Her body."
You inch closer, kissing her neck. Your warm breath gives her goosebumps. She doesn't step back, her feet feel like they are glued to the ground.
"You can't have any man you want. You can only have one man. One man, whom you belong to."
Irene wasn't the first woman you slept with, so you have enough experience to judge Seulgi's character. Although she acted modest, her outfit was definitely not. She visibly liked the attention from your co-workers. And yet, she gave you her egg during lunch. She couldn't keep her eyes off you.
You expected her to be innocent on the outside, while she is dirty and slutty on the inside. Your judgment finally turns out to be true.
Seulgi still doesn't talk back to you. She only moans quietly, her thighs rubbing against each other.
"That means, I can use you however I see fit."
You knead her breasts over her top, making Seulgi gasp.
"When, where and how."
To emphasize your point, you insert a second finger into her needy cunt.
"Do we understand each other?"
Seulgi sighs heavily as she feels both of your fingers move inside of her.
You are not very dominant with Irene, partially because she is quite dominant herself. But you like to be in charge. Just like this. Since you can't really do that with Irene, Seulgi will have to suffice.
"Answer me."
She finally nods. The young woman finally admits to her slutty side. She knows that this is how it should be.
"I will count down from ten now."
You start increasing your pace, after curling your fingers upwards inside of her.
"If you cum too early or too late, there are gonna be consequences."
You don't even have to ask if she understood anymore. Seulgi is already nodding, pressing her lips together.
"10"
Seulgi holds onto your arm, trying to stand upright.
"9"
Your other hand is still playing with her chest above her top, switching from left to right.
"8"
A cute whimper escapes Seulgi's mouth.
"7"
Your move your fingers inside of her, feeling how wet she is becoming.
"6"
Seulgi is moaning freely by now. She has stopped caring, only enjoying the pleasure that radiates from her center.
"5"
Her hips buck forward, her body starting to get out of control.
"4"
Seulgi is trying her best to make herself cum by thinking about what she watched. She wishes she could be the one, bouncing in your lap.
"3"
She imagines how big your cock must be, the camera didn't have a good angle. Irene was always blocking the view.
"2"
Seulgi feels her body heating up, her cheeks are flushed red. Her eyes are closed as she whimpers loudly.
"1"
She feels how you cup her breasts as you finger her. Both sensations make her stumble towards the edge.
"Cum."
"Oh goooood!"
Seulgi moans loudly as she shakes, her pussy contracting around your fingers.
Her orgasm is quite different from Irene's. While the older woman feezes, Seulgi moans and shakes, cuming wildly on your fingers.
"Holy-"
You shut her up by kissing her, finally tasting those lips that look so inviting.
Seulgi is barely able to react as her body moves on its own.
You lick your fingers as if you just ate something sticky. Seulgi's pussy juices definitely are delicious.
Entering your office, you see Irene sitting in her chair.
"Back already?"
She turns around.
"Yeah. Where were you? One of the stylists came by to return your script. It's on your desk."
Your mood is too good to be annoyed that someone took your stuff without asking.
"Tanks."
You walk past her to get to your own chair.
"Am I actually going to see you tonight, or are you gonna ditch me again?"
You raise and eyebrow at Irene's question.
"I know you are an workaholic. Especially while editing."
You roll your eyes.
"Don't worry, I will be there tonight."
Irene nods.
She suddenly stands up to look at you above her monitor.
"Or are you getting tired of me?"
The sudden change in her voice makes you shake your head. As if Irene is suddenly sad.
"Of course I'm not. How could I grow tired of a woman like you?"
Irene gives you a weak smile.
"Well, I'm not getting any younger."
You chuckle.
"Neither do I. But you are still one of the hottest women I've ever seen."
She looks around the room, clearly not knowing how to respond.
"Well, thank you."
You see her fidgeting with a piece of paper.
"Is it about what we are doing then? Has the sex with me become too boring?"
You shake your head.
"Maybe we should switch it up a little."
You lean back in your chair, raising an eyebrow.
"How?"
Irene shrugs her shoulders.
"What haven't we done so far?"
You think about it for a while.
"I think we are just missing something new."
You look up, when you hear Irene break the silence.
"You use all my holes on a regular basis. I make you cum, you make me cum. We tried domination and everything."
You remember how it felt, being tied up to the chair in her apartment. Irene didn't hold back that night. She did everything she wanted with you, without you being able to resist.
"We did it in public, here, and on set."
She continues on with her list.
"We used toys and all. What are we missing?"
"Wy don't you google it?"
You ask jokingly.
To your surprise, Irene sits back down.
"Good idea."
You chuckle. You've known her for four years and she keeps surprising you.
"I did some research."
You look down at Irene. Her head is resting on your naked chest. You play with her hair as the two of your recover from your recent activities.
"And?"
Irene shuffles around a little, putting one of her legs over yours. She can feel the cream pie you left in her ass, slowly oozing out. Her ass is still sore, which makes it a little uncomfortable.
"There is some stuff we didn't try yet."
"I'm listening."
"We never did something with like... other people, you know?"
"Other people?"
You wonder if you would be able to share Irene. Of course she is beautiful enough for two guys. But you don't know how you would feel, fucking her together with someone else. It already felt weird, knowing that she slept with her boyfriend, while they were together.
"You mean, you want two guys to fuck you?"
You feel Irene's hand glide over your abs as she paints lazy circles with her fingers.
"Not necessarily. Although it could be nice."
It dawns on you a moment later.
"Another woman?"
Irene hits you.
"Don't sound too excited."
You chuckle, patting her head.
"Are you sure?"
Irene nods.
"Why not? It's not like I'm not gonna get anything out of it."
"Do you have someone in mind?"
You wait for Irene to think about it.
"A certain co-worker comes to mind."
You feel your cock harden, thinking about Seulgi.
"Who?"
You pretend to be oblivious.
"Seulgi. The one who keeps drooling while looking at you."
"Don't exaggerate."
"I'm not."
She raises her head and turns it towards you.
"I heard her, when I left work. She was in the bathroom downstairs, getting herself off by thinking about you."
You laugh.
"I'm serious. I didn't even have to go inside. I was able to hear her moan your name as I walked by."
"Can't blame her."
Irene sighs in annoyance.
"Don't think too highly of yourself."
You lie your hand back on her head, making Irene lie down on your chest again.
"So, how do you want to approach her? Just ask?"
She shakes her head.
"I think it's not that easy."
You think about how you fingered Seulgi in the parking lot. It kinda was.
"We should come up with a good strategy."
The two of you think about it for a while.
Two days later
You stop your car, taking a look at the cozy hotel. It has old-fashioned Korean style.
After getting out and walking closer, you see Irene coming out from the front door.
"You are late."
"Work."
You simply reply, before the two of you walk towards the entrance.
"Is Seulgi already here?"
"Yeah."
The two of you told Seulgi that the whole company is gonna throw a welcome party for the new co-workers. Of course, Seulgi wanted to come and even asked if you would be there as well.
You are now seeing her walking towards the two of you.
"Hi, sir."
"Hello, Seulgi."
You greet her.
The two of them wear big boots, which doesn't get past you unnoticed.
"Look at that dress of hers."
Irene whispers as Seulgi walks in front of you two.
"I bet she is hoping she is gonna get lucky tonight."
"Let's make sure we even surpass her expectations."
"It seems like they are all running late."
Irene says as the three of you "wait" for the others.
You are all sitting in a small room around the table on the ground. Seulgi is sitting next to you, while Irene sits across from you.
You like how she is dressed. She left her white fur coat behind and is now wearing a white top, that shows off her shoulders. Her brown skirt is partially see through. The tie at the front is practically begging you to pull on it. The combination of the skirt and her black, knee high boots makes her legs look longer than usual.
Seulgi lost her down jacket as well. She is definitely wearing this blue, skin tight dress on purpose. Because she is sitting cross-legged, the hem has moved up her thighs. You only have to glance down to get a glimpse at her white panties.
You place a hand on Seulgi's naked thigh. She shivers at your touch, her panties slowly becoming damp. Your hand slowly moves up and down her thigh, occasionally moving the hem of her dress up even further.
Irene starts a conversation with Seulgi. The latter is unable to respond properly.
"Are you alright?"
Irene "notices" that Seulgi is acting a little awkward.
"I-I'm fine."
She manages to say, closing her mouth quickly, before a moan escapes.
The two continue their conversation, while you begin to rub Seulgi's pussy through her panties. They slowly start to become transparent due to her juices.
Irene pretends to be oblivious to Seulgi's moans. The younger woman isn't able to keep quiet anymore.
After you and Irene decided to make Seulgi the lucky girl who gets to sleep with the two of you, you came up with a plan on how to seduce her.
"If you go to the bathroom now and record a video of you fingering yourself, I'm gonna fuck you tonight."
You stop moving your hand as you speak through your teeth, making Seulgi think that Irene is still in the dark.
Seulgi sighs at the lack of your touch, before hurriedly excusing herself.
The two of you watch your new co-worker rush to the bathroom.
"I wanna see how she looks when she cums."
You chuckle at Irene's words.
Pulling out your phone, you see that Seulgi is video calling you. You pick up and position the phone, so that you and Irene can watch, without Seulgi knowing.
You hear her moan and mewl. She has already gotten rid of her panties and is now sitting on the closed lit of a toilet.
Her fingers move in and out of her pussy, making her juices drip down her thighs.
"What do you think about making her beg for it?"
"What do you mean?"
The two of you watch Seulgi.
"We planned on you fucking her and me coming in. Why don't we switch that up?"
"Sure. When do you want to-"
"I don't want to do it upstairs."
Irene gives you a knowing look as you feel her hand rest on your crotch.
You place your phone on the table as you see Irene crawl towards you. She starts to unbutton your pants to the sounds of Seulgi fingering herself in the bathroom.
Her cute moans seem to turn on Irene just as much as they turn you on. The older woman's head is already resting above your cock. She can be quite quick to get rid off your pants, when she wants to.
Her lips feel as good as they always do as she wraps them around your tip. You caress her naked shoulders, feeling the smoothness of her skin.
Judging by the volume of Seulgi's moans, you can confidently say that she is close to orgasm. You hear her saying your name once in a while. It makes you push Irene's head further down. She hums, acknowledging your need for more pleasure.
While you enjoy Irene's blowjob, you hear Seulgi finally reaching her orgasm. With a shriek, she cums all over her fingers, almost dropping her phone. Her legs quiver and her chest is moving up and down at a very quick pace.
It almost has the same rhythm as Irene's head as she keeps sucking you off.
"Seulgi is done."
You inform Irene, waiting for her decision on what to do next.
She straddles your lap, slightly lifting her skirt in the process. She shows off her lack of underwear, grinning proudly.
"Fuck me."
She slowly lowers herself onto your cock.
You groan as you penetrate her pussy, gliding inside her entrance.
You fucked Irene in the bathroom just this morning. And yet, here you are again, feeling her weight on your lap as she sinks down to take in all of your cock.
You start to pepper her naked shoulders with kisses as Irene slowly begins to ride you. It's more sensual than usual. Instead of bouncing up and down, she circles her hips on top of you.
When Seulgi slides the door open, her eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets. She can't believe what she is seeing, her mouth wide open.
You are still sitting next to the table, your back now turned towards her. Irene is sitting in your lap, grinding against you, while rotating her hips. Seulgi sees that your pants are gone.
"Hello, there."
Irene greets her as if she just came in for work in the morning.
"W-What-"
Seulgi is unable to process what is going on.
Irene wants to say something, but your cock grazes her g-spot in that moment. A moan comes out of her opened lips.
Seulgi is still standing in place. She is too shocked to stay or to leave. She doesn't know what she is supposed to do. The two of you look so fucking hot. But you are still her boss...
"You want his dick so bad, don't you?"
Irene starts to speak up, her tone dripping with lust.
"You can't though. This is all mine."
She locks eyes with Seulgi, while grabbing a fistful of your hair. She makes you lick her shoulders, while she keeps moving on top of you. You are more than happy to taste that porcelain like skin of hers.
Seulgi mumbles inaudible words.
"W-What? H-How?"
"Tell me how bad you want him to rail you. Maybe I will give you a chance."
Seulgi is still standing in the door, completely bamboozled.
What is she supposed to do?
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight."
You can't help but groan. You don't even do it to lure Seulgi in. It's just a fact.
"Your cock is just so big. It splits me open."
Irene moans. You don't know if she is exaggerating, but you think she told you this a couple of times already.
Seulgi can't help but let her hand slide over her dress. Because it's so tight, she doesn't even need to lift it to rub over her clit.
"You are such a slut, Kang Seulgi."
Irene mocks her as she keeps grinding on your cock.
"Wearing that slutty dress, thinking (y/n) would fuck you."
She let's out an evil laugh.
"You don't get any of his cock, until you beg for it. Like a good little whore."
Seulgi has been thinking about this, since you made her cum two days ago. Is she really this kind of woman? What would her parents say to all this? She only met you two days ago. But her bosses are now asking her to beg. Is this really where she wants to work? Shouldn't she just quit? Isn't this sexual harassment?
But for some reason, her snatch still responds. As if Seulgi's body needs this. She knows it's wrong and yet, she finds herself kneeling on the wooden floor.
"Please, let me have some cock, sir. Please."
Seulgi whines, hoping to convince you quickly.
Maybe this kind of work environment wouldn't be so bad. Getting fucked by her boss on a daily basis? Seulgi can't say no to that.
You turn your head, seeing Seulgi kneel on the floor. Her hands are rubbing her naked thighs. She is obviously desperate, despite just cuming in the bathroom. She is hesitant to touch herself, not sure if Irene would scold her for it.
Irene let's out another moan, slowly starting to go up and down on your cock instead of just grinding her hips.
"I knew you are slut."
She takes your glass and spills the contents onto the wooden surface of the table.
"Clean that up. Maybe you are lucky."
Her empty promises make Seulgi hesitate. Her boss is making her clean up the table, just so she can sleep with you?
"Use your tongue, cutie."
For a moment, Seulgi is disgusted. She would never clean the table with her tongue. But the way Irene calls her cutie, makes Seulgi feel something different. Similar to what she feels when you order her around, but not quite the same.
She finally crawls forward, kneeling right behind you. Irene takes her hand off your shoulder, holding Seulgi's chin in her hand.
"You would do anything for you boss's cock, wouldn't you?"
A glance at your face makes Seulgi nod. If she could be the one in your lap...
Irene pushes her head downwards. Seulgi sticks out her tongue, feeling the numbing taste of the alcohol. Why do you have to drink whiskey? Seulgi hates it's taste. And yet, it makes you even more attractive in her eyes.
She now closes them, trying her hardest not to flinch as she laps up the brown liquid.
At the same time, Irene keeps riding your cock. She is visibly turned on by ordering Seulgi around. Her pussy feels wetter than usual. And tighter. The view of her naked shoulders make her look extremely sexy. You can sometimes see a hint of her pussy, sliding down the length of your cock, through her skirt.
Looking to the side, you have to gulp as you see Seulgi, almost bend over the table. Her ass looks so good in that dress. The white lace hem is slowly riding up her thighs and you are able to see a glimpse of her soaked panties. They are practically see through by now.
The view is almost too much for you. Adding Irene's constant riding to it, slowly starts to overwhelm you.
You can't help but place a hand on Seulgi's ass. You knead her cheeks through the blue fabric, enjoying their fullness. She moans into the table as she is about to finish cleaning.
"Spank the shit out of her."
Irene whispers into your ear.
By now, it takes a lot of willpower to raise your hand. Your body urges you on to just get a hold of Irene's hips and make her go faster. It's screams for release, but you manage to hold back.
A loud shriek echoes through the room, when your hand meets Seulgi's right butt cheek. She never expected to be spanked. It's more out of shock than pain, but she shrieks yet again, when you hit her left cheek.
"Take daddy's spanking, baby girl."
Irene moans in Seulgi's direction, before letting her head roll back. It exposes her beautiful throat. You start to kiss that spot, slightly pressing against it.
Without even looking, you give Seulgi another set of spanks. She moans loudly.
"Please more, daddy. Spank me so much, until you are satisfied. Just please, let me have your cock."
You are surprised that Seulgi is calling you daddy, without Irene having to tell her to do so.
Even Seulgi doesn't know what has come over her. The pain in her ass cheeks makes her pussy wet.
"More begging."
You feel Irene slowly coming to an hold. She knows your body we'll enough to not make you trip over the edge. She slowly starts to get off you, her slick pussy leaving your cock drenched with her juices.
"Now that your tongue is warmed up, you can eat my pussy. I will let you have some cock afterwards."
You and Seulgi both notice that Irene left out the word maybe. The younger woman nods eagerly. Is this her final task?
The two of you watch Irene, quickly getting rid off the last two glasses and the small plate of egg rolls. She sits down on the edge of the table, right in front of Seulgi's face.
You scoot back, the room is a little small. Seulgi dives underneath Irene's skirt, aiming her tongue at her pussy. For a while, you are just content with watching.
Irene combs through Seulgi's hair as she eats her out. You hear the noises the younger woman makes and Irene's moans.
Your gaze lands on Seulgi's ass. That dress of hers just looks so good on her.
You can't hold back anymore.
Kneeling down behind Seulgi, you hike up her dress. A little is already enough for you to see her full ass. Sliding her panties to the side, you start to eat her out.
Seulgi's pussy tastes delicious. A little different from Irene, but still delicious.
You make her moan into Irene's cunt, which makes the older woman moan in return.
Their lewd sounds fill the room as you pleasure Seulgi and she pleasures Irene.
After having climaxed just a couple of minutes ago, Seulgi's pussy is still sensitive. You can feel it by the way she keeps grinding against your face. She is desperate and needy.
It takes you little effort to make her orgasm. Years of experience with Irene make it easy for you to know how to eat out Seulgi properly.
"Daddy!"
Seulgi's loud moan is muffled by Irene's pussy as she cums on your face. Her legs shiver and her back starts sagging.
When you finally get back up, your eyes meet Irene's. Without words, you are able to tell her that you can't hold yourself back much longer. She nods in understanding.
"Are you ready to be daddy's office slut, baby?"
Seulgi nods, her face buried inside Irene's snatch.
"Tell me how often you want him to fuck you."
Seulgi lifts her head to look at Irene.
"Everyday, please. I don't care where, or who watches. I just need that cock."
You are surprised at Seulgi's cravings. She has never even seen your cock in real life. Only on the tape from security. How did Irene make her so desperate?
"In the morning, during lunch, after work. I don't care as long as he fucks me, please."
Seulgi turns her head to look at you over her shoulder.
"Please, daddy. I will be an obedient toy for you. Just give me your cock, please."
You align your cock with her dripping wet cunt.
An unbelievably deep, lustful moan leaves Seulgi's mouth. As if she has waited for this for months. She feels your cock spreading her pussy lips apart, penetrating her further and further. You feel even bigger inside of her than she expected. She struggles with your girth, realizing that Irene wasn't exaggerating earlier. You really are tearing her pussy open.
"Daddy."
She whines, wanting you to stop, but wishing you would keep going at the same time.
"Make her take all of your cock at once."
Irene raises her chin to see what's going on behind Seulgi.
You keep pushing deeper, until you finally bottom out inside of Seulgi for the first time. She moans and mewls, trying her best to adjust to your size.
"What are you waiting for?"
Irene eggs you on as she plays with her own pussy, Seulgi unable to keep eating her out.
"She is yours. It doesn't matter if she can take it or not. She has to."
For a moment you hesitate, but a look at Seulgi's ass makes you move. You pull out of her quickly, before slamming yourself back inside.
"Oh god!"
Seulgi almost screams. Irene enjoys Seulgi's wide open eyes as you start to fuck her.
Both of their moans must be audible outside. A lot of people must be complaining already. But you don't care.
Experiencing the tightness of Seulgi's pussy makes you forget the rest of the world. She is so wet and tight, making you feel like you are in heaven.
Your thrusts become quicker and harder, the longer you are inside of her. Seulgi's moans increase in volume, while Irene keeps fingering herself.
"Take that cock, honey."
She mumbles in Seulgi's direction, almost too far gone to further degrade the younger woman.
"Take that cock like the whore you are."
You doubt that Seulgi even heard her, her own moans too loud.
"You're tearing me open, daddy! You're so big, daddy!"
It only took you two days to turn Kang Seulgi into your personal slut. You wonder what the future brings.
You imagine yourself, sitting at your desk, while Seulgi kneels underneath, sucking you off. But one thing is for sure, this is not gonna be your last threesome with Irene and Seulgi.
The older woman's body freezes as she finally reaches her own climax. She didn't expect to cum this hard. But she is now unable to hold herself back, after degrading her new co-worker.
And Seulgi? Seulgi's head is only filled with one thought. How hard you fuck her pussy. She is unable to think about the future. She is even unable to think this over. Her mind is in a state of pure bliss as you take her from behind.
Your hands hold her small waist, pulling her back towards you with every thrust you do.
You see another message pop up on her phone. Seulgi's parents are asking her for the third time now, when she is coming to Christmas dinner tonight. Little do they know, what their cute little daughter is doing now.
In fact, Seulgi is being quite naughty. Even on Christmas. You swipe the notification away, focusing back on recording.
Seulgi is kneeling on her knees in front of you, doing what she seems to love. Sucking you off.
Her red and white Christmas outfit almost got her in trouble at work.
Luckily, you are her boss, which means you took Seulgi into your office giving her a little "talk".
She is now at your place, enjoying your cock, instead of being at her parent's for dinner. You are sitting in one of your comfortable chairs, recording Seulgi's every move. Your Christmas tree in the background really matches Seulgi's outfit.
You tear your eyes off the display, when you hear Irene coming in. She changed into a similar outfit after coming here.
The older woman leans down to capture your lips with hers.
This might become the best Christmas of your life.
Pushing Seulgi aside, Irene straddles you. The younger girl knows better than to complain. She got her fair share of your cock earlier at work. Celebrating the special day, you decided on taking Seulgi's ass, while she was bend over Irene's desk.
The latter has inserted your cock into her pussy and is now riding you. It is definitely her favourite position. It gives her more control over the situation and degrades Seulgi even more. Because Seulgi isn't allowed to ride your cock. She is only here to be used.
You hand her her own phone after finishing the recording, focusing on Irene on your cock. Seulgi gets wet at the fact that she now has something this sexy, but dangerous on her phone.
She watches Irene bouncing in your lap, letting her hand rub her pussy, waiting for her turn to feel your cock.
You spend the rest of the day in both of their pussies, already excited for what's to come tomorrow.
You discovered what Irene did to Seulgi after you fucked her ass. She inserted a butt plug into the younger girl's ass. Now that you remember, you tell Seulgi to turn around. Once she does, you pull up her dress, spreading her ass cheeks apart. The sight almost makes you drool. The metal fits perfectly between Seulgi's cheeks. Something seems to be engraved into it.
"Daddy's play thing"
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Hi everyone!
I hope you enjoyed the second story. I apologize for the bad quality of Seulgi's pictures and the lack of pictures of Irene in that outfit, but I was unable to find more or better ones.
This took me a little longer, being almost 10k words long. I think this is the most words I've written at once. Sorry for the slight delay, compared to last time.
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