having simon away for so many months has made u lonely and miss him. but all of a sudden; heâs home, tired and exhausted. u know exactly how to make him relaxed.
simon âghostâ riley x f!reader àšà§ ê° nsfw...mdni ê± male masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, cock play, breast play, touch starved and feral simon, pet-names
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you stared out the window, sipping coffee in your sweater as you reminisced on memories of you and your simon. your eyes landed on a tree, sensing the wind picking up. you loved simon but loving him was hard and you knew he struggled as well. lovers were meant to be together, to see each other, holding, kissing, conversing. you missed that when he was gone and you knew he missed you too from letters and just knowing simon so well. you knew he was doing what was best, fighting, he was the one sacrificing but you felt you were sacrificing as well. you were sacrificing your man, sacrificing the feeling of always, all the time being comforted. instead, you embraced loneliness as your friend. and yet all of those ups and downs, you still needed simon, you still wanted to be his girl. you didnât want it any other way.
you fogged up the window and drew a heart on it, putting your initials and simonâs. âi miss my baby.â you pouted as you took your phone out and saw the wallpaper on it was you kissing his cheek. he was so rough around the edges and you were his escape. your personality was sweet, happy go lucky, that is probably why you two meshed so well together. you were the misses that brought him back down to earth, that made him feel safe, loved. he was the bull and you were the china shop.Â
âhopefully daddy can be here soon,â you patted your puppies ears. every time you saw your dog you saw simon because simon had him trained so he would protect you when he was gone.Â
simon was said to be back in a couple months. for some reason that seemed like years to your ears. you were always wanting that maybe he could get back sooner, the door opening to him all dirty, dusty, needing a shower but here, present.Â
outside was finally raining. it was a gloomy day and for some reason that made you feel more alone. âi sometimes hate the fuckin rain.â you muttered. you thought about what you said and laughed out loud to yourself. boy did you sound like your man. he was rubbing off on you already.Â
you read the time and saw it was getting late. you still needed to shower and do your 10-step skin care routine. the memory of simon teasing you about your steps made you smile. how you missed your brit. you wrapped yourself in your sweater and was about to head into your room when you heard the door to your home creak. the doorknob jiggling. your dog ran straight for the door, making sure you were behind him as he barked non-stop. the person at the door wouldnât stop. if this was someone trying to sell something or a stranger they wouldnât be so persistent on getting in. quickly you head to your wardrobe and from the drawer you retrieve your handgun. simon had gifted it to you a couple months into you two dating. legs apart, gun pointed straight for the door, you waited for the intruder to get in. they were about to have a bullet between their eyes and meet their maker.Â
finally, the door opened, and in quickly stepped-
âsimon?â you questioned.Â
simon wiped his boots on your welcome mat, he was drenched from the rain. his eyes hadn't met yours yet but when they did you could tell he was smiling under his balaclava from the way his eyes crinkled. âgood girl.â his voice sounded tired.Â
âoh baby,â you dropped your gun and ran to him. everytime he came home you cried. cried that he was safe and really in your arms. simon always said you were very emotional. even though simon was tired he still accepted your running form and picked you up in his arms. âhello, love.â
âi missed you.â you embraced him, not caring if he smelled of sweat and dirt. you kissed his masked covered cheek. then, gently, you lifted it up and took it off him. to think you were the few people to see his beautiful face. his eyes softened. you could tell there were so many things he wanted to say but there wouldnât be enough time. âiâve missed you more, baby.â
your clean, soft hands caressed his stubble that was growing perhaps because of the length of the trip back home. your plump lips landed on his rough ones. it felt so perfect kissing him. something you were missing was finally here again. you didnât want to ever stop kissing him. you wanted him to truly know how much you loved him. you wrapped your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. your tongue lightly licked his lips and you felt a pinch on your side. âoww,â you chuckled, knowing what simon was talking about.Â
ânaughty girl,â he growled, making you throw your head back in laughter. âyou know what you do to me.â
âyouâve been a good boy right?â you joked, hopping out of his arms and leading him back to the room.Â
âif youâre asking if iâve cheated on you, my love, the answers no. i couldnât, havenât gotten the time.â
your smile disappeared and instead you wore a scowl. âha ha very funny,â rolling your eyes.Â
simon smirked as he gave a deep chuckle, âi knew you would get mad. i like seeing you lose your temper.â
âyeah, donât have much patience nowadays. besides, i get grumpy if someone were to touch my man.â
âdonât worry, darling. iâm all yours.âÂ
you felt this happiness deep within your heart. the whole that was there when he left was filled now just seeing him. you felt bad however to see him so tired.Â
he stood before the mirror, ready to take his uniform off.Â
âno babe. let me.â your eyes looked up at him through your lashes. âlet me take care of you.â you immediately started to take off his boots, so gingerly. his eyes never left yours. it expressed so much love for you. he was a man of few words but his look said enough. he appreciated you and cherished you so much.Â
you finally were to his uniform shirt. half lidded, having to feel his skin, you gently lifted it above his head. he always caught your breath. he was very fit, and had chest hair. you could feel your body warm up as his chest was inches away from your face. simon put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up. your eyes flashed to the scars he had on his chest. they made you worried because each had a story, a story that might have ended so differently. your nails delicately grazed each one.Â
âitâs not as bad as it looks,â simon said jokingly.Â
each deserved love. so you kissed one scar, then the next. eyes closed as you gave a peck to each scar.Â
you noticed simonâs breathing was quickening and he was groaning. both of you were touch starved and were in need of each other. âfuck,â simon mumbled, as his head hung back. âi need you, love. i donât know how long i can hold back.â
âi know, baby. i want to show you i appreciate all you do. let me take care of you. relax.âÂ
âthatâs easier said than done. especially when youâre kissing me like that. you know how many nights i dreamed about you. nights where i wish i was between your thighs, or i was inside you. this feels like a dream right now.â
you kneeled down in front of his already excited cock. you could see the tent in his pants. âyou poor thing. and thatâs why i promise you, iâll make sure you get me on the daily.â you winked.Â
you got him to take his pants off so now he was just a dusty simon with his briefs on. you gulped at seeing his thick thighs. you loved to sit on that lap, they were so strong his legs, and made you weak.Â
âeyes up here, darling.â simon raised a brow.
you stuck your tongue out. âi wasnât looking at anything that wasnât mine.â
âpossessive arenât we?â simonâs hands raised and caressed your hair.Â
ânow, since you havenât had a proper, deserving shower in a while, with warm water. i am going to give you a bath, so get fully naked while i go put on some candles.â
âlove, you donât need to do all that. i just want you.â simon was almost begging. he loved how you were particular with detail and you wanted to do so much for him but he didnât need none of that. he has been non-stop thinking about you. his hands made grabby hands for yours.Â
âdonât worry. iâll be quick.â you sprinted to the bathroom. putting a robe and soft comfortable matching pajamas that matched with yours on the counter for him. you put the candles on that smelled like vanilla and turned the shower on so it was warm for him. you played some slow, sensual music on alexa. âok, this looks good!â you smiled big.Â
you turned around to see simon leaning against the door frame. he was watching you the whole time. you felt a lump in your throat however when your eyes drooped down to his hanging cock. it was thick just like the rest of him. seeing him like this made you want to forever lock him up and never have to share him.Â
âdonât worry. he misses you too.â
you licked your lips, simon always made you speechless. you opened the shower door for him. with a walk you always loved, so manly, he walked inside. you took a good look at his ass, thanking god he had cake. he was so fine!Â
the moment his skin made contact with the warm water he groaned. all the black grime was dripping down his skin into the drain. little by little his skin was showing, clean. his eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling as his hands wandered all over his wet skin. your eyes widened, entranced. he noticed you were staring so he decided to play with you. his thick fingers wrapped around his cock, shaking it and stroking it. âfuck, i wish someone would help me out with this. any volunteers, love?â
you knocked out of the trance and rolled your eyes. âmake room in there. iâm coming.â
âi was anticipating that.â
as you entered, fully naked, you walked into the water. shower head drenching your hair. you got wet first then got some soap that smelled like perfume. you knew that simon was watching so with an evil idea you lathered the body wash all around your breasts. each stroke causing them to jiggle. you rubbed circular motions around your nipples and picked each breast up cleaning under. you squished them together, really cleaning them. your could swear you heard him curse under his breath, âyeah, baby just like that. fuck me.â
you dragged the soap down to your pussy, playing with your lips. you then gathered that and went to your ass, spreading your ass apart, playing with each cheek.Â
âmmmm,â you heard his grumble and heard him playing with his cock. you loved playing for him.Â
you moaned as you bent over to reach your legs. you knew he was behind you , getting a good look at all of you. he thought you looked like a siren. your skin was wet and your hair was soaked. eyelashes thick from the water. you looked like a beautiful vision. you were his dream girl.Â
he couldn't take it anymore. he needed to touch you. he put more of your body wash on his hands and stood skin to skin behind you. you felt on your ass his standing cock. it was sticky with pre-cum. âoh hi baby. i forgot you were here.â
âsure. i really donât find it fair that your fingers are getting more action than me.â
you giggled but then it turned into a moan as his soapy hands reached to your breasts. âiâll help you clean.â
ân-no. thatâs my, job.â you bit your lip, trying not to let him take control as you wanted him to relax.Â
âlisten baby, i like pleasing my woman. let me.â he breathed into your ear as his fingers played with your nipples. pinching them and rolling the bud then dipping lower to your cunt. his thick middle finger delicately tickled between your lips. it was light but made you get excited. âeven with this shower blasting on both of us, i can still feel how wet you are.â
âfuck,â you huffed.Â
simon spread your pussy lips apart and traced your clit. rolling it then flicking it. ânnnn, simon. i-fuck-i want to make you feel good.â
simon couldn't take it anymore. he had been away from you for so long. he needed to be inside you.
he forcefully turned you around. the height difference was so much that he towered over you. his fingers cupped your cheeks as he dipped down to take your lips into his mouth. his tongue came out, lashing against yours and your teeth.Â
âmmmm simon. fuck me.â
âi love you so much, darling.â simon said between kisses. âfuck, i donât know whatâd i do without you.â
you were on your tiptoes as your tongues fought. you licked the inside of his mouth. simon became feral, growling like an animal as he lifted you up by behind your knees. your legs against his head so you could not go anywhere and you were opened up for him. without even preparing yourself simon entered into you. you hadn't had him this whole time and no toy could equal up to his size so you felt your tightness being ripped.Â
âgood girl. i can tell this pussy missed me. it hasnât had me in a while.â he chuckled.
âfuck me simon. oh fuck.â you breathed as he sunk into you. you slowly took him all the way in. you felt so full, missing him, missing each crevice and feeling of him. simon nodded as he lifted you back and then slammed into you again. âahhhh. shit! mmmm feels sâgood.â
your half lidded eyes saw his biceps strong, his muscles moving with each thrust. his tattoo entranced you. âooh baby.âÂ
âthatâs it doll. give it to me.â he grunted with each pounding. he lifted you up and down, his cock dragging inside you, wetting you each time. you felt each vein, felt him so fully inside you. his movements and making you bounce went faster each second. his balls coming up to slap your sensitive pussy. he was so strong to carry you and fuck you. you just held onto him, not able to move as you took each beating your sensitive pussy could handle.Â
âyou like that, darling?â simon gritted between his teeths. his forehead rested against yours as he switched and put you against the glass window. âthat pussy taking all of me. what a good girl.â
âugh, mâfuck! thatâs it baby.â your arms came up to hold onto the glass. the feeling of the cold glass shooting up your back. both contrast of his hot body entering into you. simon grabbed onto your hands up high, pinning you against the glass as he powered inside you. non-stop, wanting you to scream on his cock.Â
âahhh simon, iâm not gonna be able to. iâm gonna fuckin cum!â
âooh, you sound dirty. who taught you how to speak that way?â simon smirked, already knowing the answer.Â
the way his cock angled to hit your g-spot. he reached so deep you thought you felt him in your stomach. his hips rolled with each thrust. you felt your pussy lips stretching to take more of him. his white cream producing more as it mixed with your juice. his cock dripping with your cum. it was making a white ring at the base of his cock. âfuckin shit. fuck, fuck, fuck. thatâs it y/n, take my cock. take it all. iâm gonna fuckin cum.â
you held his head still and looked into his eyes, âfuckin cum for me simon. i want you to cum inside me. please fill me up, mmm.â
thatâs all simon needed to hear. he was exhausted and just emptied inside of you. seeing his veins protruding from squeezing out his seed and hearing his hearty moan made you also come undone. he fucked you still as your pussy pulsed around him, clenching around his shaft as you came. your juices dripping down your legs. âfuck, baby.â you gave a tired smile. you were sore now and we're definitely going to feel it tomorrow.Â
âyou felt so good, darling. so tight for me.â simon kissed you again.Â
âi donât think i can walk,â you laughed as you tried but your legs were wobbly.Â
simon stood behind you and held you still, holding you up. âiâve missed you so much. i missed feeling you.â simon was vulnerable with you. his hands went around your torso from behind and kissed behind your neck. âi never want to leave you, my love.â
angelâs little words - this man literally makes my kitty into a knot like he has it purring. my mind is flooded w him and all that cake! Itâs my first ghost fic so pls donât hate me if u hate it ok! i was nervous to post about him bc idk if I got him correct but I did rlly enjoy writing him. Also bc he has so many edits of him w the song wine pon you by doja I wrote this w that song on repeat teehee.
i hate you (affectionately) UR FIC OF TRENT "I think you're pretty" mADE ME CRY đđđ IN A GOOD WAY,, that just hits close to home bcs I, too, struggle with my self-esteem and that just warmed my heart, pls ilysm
baby đđđ i hate u too then (crazy affectionate) âi think youâre prettyâ is probably my fav thing i wrote its so close to my heart đ„șđ„ș weâll get better with the self-esteem issues, trust <3 ily ily ily ily !!!!!!! đđ
smilesss, where do i start? you're like a warm summers day, a chill picnic with your bestie, sharing fruits and bread and bottles of apple cider :) youre like matching mugs with hot choco n whipped cream n marshmallows, and just marshmallows in general ! earthy tones, specifically beige and yellow :o like corduroy pants n sundresses, tote bags n bucket hats, and chain necklaces with little charms on the end ! my sunshine girl, my wifey, my kuromiiii
"yea, yeah," rafe is panting sharply, his sweaty, broad, naked chest heaving as he steadily pounded into your dripping, sloppy, fluttering little pussy, grunting as you continuously squeezed your slippery, inner walls around him, making his heavy balls ache with the need for his releaseâto release inside of you.
"fucking fuck, babyâneeded to be inside of you so fuckin' much," rafe continues to babble deliriously, and no, he wasn't high on drugs, just high off of you, before you felt him reaching up to grasp one of your dainty little hands, intertwining his long fingers through your curled up little fist, freshly manicured nails and palm soft and smooth, making rafe let out a small, deep sigh of pleasure as he takes in a whiff of your vanilla body cream you always use all over.
"f-fuck, d..d-daddy! you f-feel s'good inside me," you mewl sweetly, and meanwhile, your teary, doe-like, pretty eyes were fluttering heavily with your mink eyelashes still somehow attached to your eyelids, your pupils nearly turning into two large, heart-shaped pink hearts, the color being the brightness pink ever, the color of love.
after a few more thrusts, you let out another sharp cry, feeling rafe reach down to play with your needy, puffy little clit, rubbing it fast and with slight pressure, just the way you liked it when he did it, given your hysterical reactionâand yet, rafe's eyes never leave your bouncing breasts or your gorgeous, fucked out face, feeling the velvety, stuffed walls of your sweet little pussy starting to flutter around him, gripping him tight as fuck, making rafe curse to himself underneath his breath for silent mercy.
rafe grunts, beginning to roll his hips, still fucking into you while pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your pretty, marked up neck and collarbones, his breathing heavy and uneven, his balls growing tighter as you moan against the side of his face, breathing your pretty sounds right into his ear, causing his breath to hitch every time you made a new, higher in pitch noise.
"yea, yea? you like when dad fucks you like this, huh? is that it, baby? jus' needed daddy to fuck you, actin' all dumb and weepy for some cock⊠my poor, dumb little baby, jus' wanted dad to fuck your aching little cunny, isn't that right, pretty girl?" rafe coos teasingly, "hmm?" he continues as if to mock you, before leaning down to suck on one of your puffy little nipples, suckling it harshly and making your back arch so prettilyârafe's eyes shifting up to observe the way you cry out to the ceiling of his bedroom, most likely growing closer to your third orgasm of the night.
"h-harder, a little harder, daddy⊠please, daddyâharder, h-harder, harder â please daddy, need it h-h-harderâŠ!" you hiccup softly, begging all submissively and poutily, making rafe's heart beat wildly against his ribcage and the tip of his cock to pulsate inside of you, his muscular arms protruding from the way he was now gripping onto the meaty parts of your plush, smooth hips, continuing his quick, animalistic thrustsâwet, skin on skin slapping noises filling up the bedroom, as well as breathy moans coming from you and deep, low groans leaving rafe's kiss-swollen, shiny lips from him licking and sucking all over your naked skin.
"yeah? you sure, baby?" he questions with another low curse, but doesn't stop and immediately begins thrusting harder, practically ploughing you into his bed, hearing you cry out his name with a long, drawn out, feminine moan, all high-pitched and needy, feeling like you were about to reach your high any second, but you gasped softly, pushing at your boyfriend's hard, broad, sweaty chest, gently tapping his pectorals in protest, needing him to stop for a tiny moment.
rafe huffs instantly, raising an eyebrow impatiently at you and looking directly at you as if to say, 'what? what is it?!'
stunned, rafe watches the way you immediately look up at him, lips pouty and eyes all misty, before flipping around to lay down on your stomach, ass in the air, clutching one of your boyfriend's pillows, wailing into it as he immediately slides back inside and begins fucking into you from behind now, leaning over you possessively, caging you in with his big, strong arms.
"fuck, how's the speed, huh? is it good, baby?" rafe coos into your ear, leaning down over you as he grips your hips once again, continuing his steady, hard and quick thrusts, stuffing his long, heavy and thick cock into your quivering, glossy cunt, sparkling softly in the low light of his room as it shines with your mixed juices and rafe's pre-cum â and god, you're so, so fucking close to reaching your blissful, euphoric high.
"y-yes...! ohh, please⊠gogogo!" you sob into rafe's pillow, drool and tears slipping from your face and on the pillow of his you were currently holding onto for dear life, "yes, p-please, pleaseâi love it, d-daddy! i love it!" you shout with a squeal, feeling rafe hit your sweet spot of nerves inside of you with every single thrust, feeling his lips brush over your left ear, a long groan coming from him as he continues to wildly buck his hips against your perky little ass, giving it three harsh slaps with his large, calloused palm, making your ass jiggle.
and with only a few more thrusts, you're nearly there, so close, and you can feel that your boyfriend is too, wetly kissing your neck, snapping his hips into your asscheeks frantically and with desperation, as if he couldn't help but need to fuck into you even faster, wanting you both to reach your highs.
then, right after four more bucks of rafe's narrow hips, you feel him let out a deep, loud grunt into the back of your head, burying his face into your sweet smelling hair, lowly groaning out, "i love you," as he comes inside of you, deeply and raw and powerful.
and youâyour poor, fluttering heart nearly jumps into your throat, trying to twist your neck around, your doe-like, misty and now more hazy, a bit too cloudy, and dreamlike eyes are filled with a fresh load of hot tears, like you can't help yourself and your feelings for this man.
"what?!" you squeak, catching rafe's eye and scrunched brow, a frown on his face now, though he still couldn't stop his jaw from being a bit slack and his eyes being heavy-lidded from just blowing his load so hard into you.
rafe huffs, then sighs to himself and rolls his eyes at you, "what?" he snaps back at you, his tone growing with a small attitude, sounding defensive and strangely vulnerable, as if you're the one that is acting purposefully dumb, and like it was your fault that you didn't realize that rafe loves youâeven with how obvious he makes it.
and yet, you can't help but just lie there in awe, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling, your lips, that were still sticky from your smeared lipgloss and some drool, were now slightly parted in disbelief, because... holy fuckârafe cameron, your boyfriend, just told you that he loves you for the first time.
SUMMARY: They drank water that ended up turning them into babies. You were in charge of taking care of them while the rest of the students go looking for the antidote. What will they be like as babies?
WORD COUNT: An average of 350 words per character. More or less. This is distributed in a different way than I usually do.
COMMENTS: Yes, a post about what it would be like if they were babies. But I have a good excuse for this: It is canon in the Hercules TV show and I even remember watching this episode when I was younger. Episode 50 of the first season: Hercules and the Spring of Canathus. The Spring of Canathus is a pool which reverses age. Pain and Panic use it on Hercules and other character in the episode, turning them into babies.
I hope you enjoy đ§žđŒ
CONTEXT: Seven bottles of a supposedly new water were delivered to NRC Housewardens. A small sample. But when they drink it they turn into babies. Sam doesn't have the antidote, but he have the information of where the spring is that they need to get the babies back to normal. The other students you know from the dorm went to get the water and you were in charge of taking care of the babies. Grim went to look for the spring with the others because he didn't want to deal with babies.
You take care of them in Ramshackle Dorm.
Riddle drank the water because it would be bad manners to refuse it. Or because of some strange rule from the Queen of Hearts.
Tantrums, a lot of tantrums.
He is an "independent" baby. You will probably lose sight of him sometimes because he started walking/crawling around to explore the house.
He always wants to eat sweets. You'll find him from time to time sneaking into the kitchen looking for cookies or something like that.
He bites anyone who irritates him. Maybe even you. But in your case, if you pretend that he hurt you a lot, he will start crying with regret and hug you.
If he gets mad at someone and you show up, he'll point to the person who annoyed him as if he's complain to you. Kind of like the "I'm gonna tell mom" thing.
When you hold him up and give him affection, he will respond with a lot of affection too and laugh a lot. But after that he will always want to be with you and be jealous of the other babies.
When you scold him and tell him not to do something again he will start crying and hug you as an apology, but he will never disobey you.
Leona drank the water, because why not?
Half the time he is sleeping which makes him peaceful. But the other half when he's awake, he's a little terror.
Like a baby lion, he wants to play, which means play fighting with other babies, so you are always separating him from the others.
He will bite and scratch you, without leaving very deep marks, because he wants to play. And you decide that it's preferable for him to bite and scratch you than the other babies.
He won't leave your side because he is lazy and you are the one who entertains him the most and gives him food. And he will always want to sleep either on your lap or on your chest.
He'll complain with those baby lion roars that sound more like grumpy meows.
If you hug him or give him too much affection, he will push you away with his little hands. But if you're not too clingy he'll headbutt your cheeks lovingly.
When he's calmer, he'll lick any small wounds he may have inflicted on you while he was playing.
If you buy toys for him, buy toys for him to bite.
There is a high chance of him attacking your cushions, sofas, curtains, etc. He will probably break things like a cat throwing a glass off the table on the floor.
When you seriously scold him that's the only time he'll cry.
Azul drank the water because he thought that if it was good he could make a deal to sell it at Mostro Lounge.
Cry baby!
He will be crying constantly at first. Until you realize he wants to go into the water.
You fill a bathtub, take his clothes off and put him in it. He turns into a little octopus merbaby.
But he is still not satisfied. After analysing the water for a second he started crying again. You then assume that he wants sea water, so you go get a bunch of salt from the kitchen and pour it all in there. Now he laughs happily.
You go to Sam's to buy some toys for Azul to play in the bathtub.
Problem: He will cry whenever you are not with him.
When you are with him in the bathroom and with one arm in the bathtub, if you get ready to get up, he will grab your arm with his little tentacles so you don't leave.
Maybe you buy Sam an aquarium to put Azul in so he can be in the room with you and the other babies.
He will cry whenever he sees you cuddling another baby. He also wants your affection!
He absolutely loves it when you pick him up.
You will end up with a lot of suction cup marks on your arms.
He's the type of baby that puts everything in his mouth and you have to be careful.
Jamil was the one who drank the water because whenever Kalim receives food he has to make sure it isn't poisoned.
He is one of the least problematic babies. He's a very quiet baby, which worries you a little.
He doesn't throw tantrums, but he doesn't seem to laugh much either. He also seems undecided whether he stays near you or not.
At first this ends up making you forget about him a little while dealing with the others. But when you realize it, you'll immediately pay attention to him.
When you pick him up for the first time, he doesn't know how to react. But as soon as you start giving him affection, he will laugh and return the affection. The others will be jealous because you're paying so much attention to him.
He can't sleep unless you rock him. Do you know about that thing that babies feel safer when they are close to their mother's heart? He only feels rested enough if he is lying on your chest and listening to your heart beating.
Since he's the one who laughs the least, you might end up paying more attention to him to make him happy, which will make others jealous, but him very happy.
Vil drank the water because he thought it was the product of an advertisement that he and his manager talked about once.
He's a grumpy baby.
He's the type to throw things when he's upset.
His tantrums may be quieter than Riddle's, but they are just as intense.
He likes to do little things like stack cubes or doodle on paper and show it to you with pride. The more you congratulate him on these little things, the more things he will do just to show them to you.
Maybe you'll end the day with a sketchbook of his drawings. (Rook will be so jealous of you)
When you pick him up and give him affection, it's the moment when he smiles and laughs more. And of course he will return the affection.
He's also the type of baby who likes to walk or crawl around, so you might lose sight of him if you're distracted.
He is fascinated by beautiful things so every now and then you can see him staring at some cute object.
If you put a video on your cell phone, or PC if you have one, he will be hypnotized watching it. And if it's something, or someone he really likes, he'll clap and get your attention so you can look at it too. If he sees Neige, he'll throw a tantrum.
Idia drank the water a little with the same thought as Leona: Why not? Somehow, Ortho found no abnormalities when it scanned the bottle.
Cry baby #2
He will never ever EVER leave your side. He's the type to hold on to your leg and never let go.
He will hide behind you, or your legs.
He will cry for you to hold him. Especially if he feels threatened by Leona or Riddle for example.
Even when you hold him to your chest, you'll feel his little hands gripping your shirt, as if he's afraid to let go.
He will also cry whenever he doesn't see you around.
He loves stuffed animals and other plushies.
He will hide a lot, which can make you lose sight of him. But as soon as he sees you looking for him, he goes straight to you for you to pick him up.
He loves learning toys, but can get tired of them quickly.
He can only sleep if you are close to him.
Of all the babies, he is the one who most reciprocates the affection you give him. He is a very enthusiastic little boy.
He also likes to draw and in the middle of the doodles you will be able to see a drawing of him, eighteen years old, with you and hearts around.
Malleus thought it was some kind of gift. The biggest surprise was that it was strong enough to affect even Malleus Draconia.
Unlike the others, only Silver and Sebek went looking for the antidote. Lilia stayed to take care of Malleus, so they stayed in Diasomnia.
Until you receive a call from Lilia because Malleus really wants to see you. AKA: he won't stop crying and throwing tantrums because he wants to be with you and the lightning strikes are getting worse and worse.
Given the circumstances of you also taking care of the other babies, you decide that it is best for Lilia and Malleus to go to Ramshackle Dorm.
When you open the door and baby Malleus sees you his curious face turns into a huge smile and he stretches his arms out to you. Lilia looks slightly apprehensive, but hands you the baby to hold. He was worried that Malleus could hurt you with his strength.
But that doesn't happen. The first moment you show discomfort, he will stop hugging you and look worried and afraid that he has hurt you. Youâll need to reassure him so he doesn't start crying.
Lillia and he stay in a separate room to avoid the risk of Malleus losing control of his powers. But, almost every 5 minutes, Lilia will call you because Malleus misses you.
He loves your cuddles and give him affection! He's the happiest baby when you're with him.
Whenever you kiss his cheeks he will laugh very loudly and happily. And he will kiss your cheeks back.
When you take too long to show up, you'll start to hear lightning outside and a storm brewing.
He will inevitably burn you by accident. With a simple sneeze. And the burns won't be worse because Lilia will protect you.
Whenever he realizes he hurt you, he will start crying and a torrential rain will start outside. You will have to reassure him, saying that everything is fine and that you will not leave him because of that.
He is very curious. Anything you do he will look closely at you.
You and Lilia will end up taking turns. while one of you is with Malleus, the other was with the rest of the babies.
Whenever you return to the other babies after Lilia's shift, they will attack you with hugs as if they miss you terribly.
YOU WILL COOK! Baby Malleus, keep Lilia busy!
Leona will want to play fight with everyone, so you will always be keeping him away from others. He will annoy Riddle and Vil and make Azul and Idia cry. Jamil is the only one who might retaliate in kind, which is not a good thing. Idia will cling to you so you can protect him from Leona.
Riddle gets along well with everyone else, but can get irritated with Vil and vice versa. They both like things to be done their way and can throw tantrums to have a toy or do something a certain way.
Azul can be clingy. And the ones most likely for him to be very attached to and want to be close to them are Jamil and Idia. These three are the least aggressive so the three of them would get along very well.
Jamil prefers to be close to Idia because he is calm and not very clingy.
If you feel sorry for Malleus for not being able to be with the other babies, you ask Lilia if any of them could be with Malleus for a little while.
You both agree that the best candidate for this would be Idia. He is calm and Lilia knows that he and Malleus get along very well. Plus, Idia is the least likely to get scared if he sees a bit of green fire.
At first Idia will be a little afraid, but then he will recognize Malleus. Idia will show toys and how to play with them while Malleus looks on attentively.
They only returned to normal when they were in their respective dorms, so they hadn't seen you since they were still babies.
Riddle will come to Ramshackle Dorm with your favourite cake or pie made by Trey.
He tries to hide his embarrassment the whole time.
He wanted to thank you for what you did, apologize for any inconvenience and ask you to please not tell anyone any details of what happened.
If you tell him how cute he was, he'll blush a lot and ask you to stop saying those things.
Leona will enter Ramshackle Dorm without knocking or anything. He'll just open the door, walk in, close the door behind him and walk right up to you.
âListen up, herbivore! No talking about what happened! Understood?â
If you comment about him being as grumpy now as he was as a baby he'll reply with "I told you: no talking about it!"
If he sees the scratch marks on your arms, his tone will drop a little. And you'll see his ears lowered back. âThose were mine, weren't they?â and he will look a little embarrassed.
He will curse under his breath and calm down completely. Sit next to you on the couch and take one of your arms "Sorry" and give light kisses to the scratches.
Someone knocks on the door of Ramshackle Dorm and when you open it you see Azul carrying a large gift and a wide charismatic smile on his face.
The gift was something big and expensive that he knew you really wanted.
Asking him what he wanted in return for that: âYour silence. I want you to never tell anyone, much less the twins, what happened, especially the parts that concern me.â
You can tell him that he could also pay for the toys, aquarium, salt and the rest of the things you paid for him. If he complains and asks why you bought all that, you tell him he wouldn't stop crying and he will immediately agree to pay you back for all that stuff.
If he sees the cupping marks on your arms he will blush with embarrassment. âI-I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?â
You say he didn't hurt you, but the tentacles were pretty strong. He will take your hands and lightly kiss the marks.
Jamil shows up at Ramshackle Dorm with your favourite dish, freshly made by him, in a Tupperware container.
He greets you, asks how you are and then asks if he can come in. It's only after you're both in the common room that you ask if that's for him to ask you not to tell anyone about what happened.
And he will answer yes, embarrassed. And above all, you can't tell Kalim, or Azul, anything. (they don't remember what happened)
If you say there weren't many things to tell even if you wanted to and that was what worried you, he won't even know how to respond to that.
And if you start telling him how you spent time with him and played with him just to make him smile, he'll be so flattered he'll pull his hood over his face. And you'll only make it worse if you say his laugh was so cute.
He will apologize to you and say that even though he doesn't remember exactly what happened, he remembers feeling really happy whenever he was with you.
Vil trusts you enough to know that you wouldn't tell anyone anything that could harm him or his career, so he just went to the Ramshackle Dorm to thank you.
In addition to a few kisses on your cheek, he also offers you something from his cosmetics line.
If you mention the drawings he made for you, he'll brag about being an artist since he was little.
But if you start talking about the tantrums, he'll be embarrassed, and he will defend himself between laughs that, apparently, he has always been a demanding person.
Idia doesn't want to see you face to face because he is extremely embarrassed. But he also needs to make sure that you don't tell anyone what happened.
His tablet shows up at Ramshackle Dorm door.
So, you know that cell phone game you love? What if he buys you those 1230 Gems? You wouldn't say anything too detailed about what happened to anyone, right?
If you start talking about how cute he was, he'll beg you to stop. You can't see him on the tablet, but the more you talk about it, the pinker his hair gets.
He'll bounce as soon as he is sure that you've made a deal and you'll not tell anyone about what happened.
Lilia told Malleus about having to take him to you because he was throwing a tantrum about not being close to you. He even mentioned (dramatically) that he was hurt that he was no longer enough to take care of Malleus.
And because of this, when Malleus appeared at the door of Ramshackle Dorm to thank you, he was also partially embarrassed.
He thanks you for being so brave to agree to help Lilia take care of him. And he asks if he caused many problems, and that, in advance, he's sorry for all of them.
You can try to say he didn't cause any major problems, but somehow he'll be able to see the little burn marks on your arms. The kind of burns he knows only his flames can cause.
He will politely interrupt you and ask you to show him your arms.
The burns aren't many, nor are they very serious, but either way he widens his eyes in worry and regret. âYou lied to me. After all, I caused a serious problem. I hurt you.â He also seems a little sulky that you tried to hide it from him.
He asks if he can touch your arms. After you give him permission, he kneels in front of you, gently grabs your arms and kisses the burns, all of them.
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könig was big, obviouslyâbut the about of stuffed animals shoved onto your bed made him even bigger.
the way heâd have to bend his knees to lay beside you on the bed, bunny stuffy jammed between his thigh, it could be a bit overwhelming at times, having to secretly move a fewâbut youâd always know! it was like you had it memorised.
youâd always insisted on keeping them thereâno matter what!
kissing? just move your head around them! sleeping? hold them, duh! when the soft bunny plushies could squeak? way better! you just adored them, never letting them feel left out.
occasionally, könig would ask you about them, raising a brow as you began to rant.
âthatâs Minnie, sheâs a bunny!â
âare they all called that? or do they have individual names, HĂŒbsches mĂ€dchen?â
âno, silly! theyâre all different.â
he would just nod, too tired to protest and question you and your stuffed animals.
so, when it came to sex? that was no excuse!
âthey canât goâthey help me!â
â..help you have sex..?â
âewâno! help me think!â
he didnât understand, but wouldnât protest.
still,he would plead and beg for you to move the teddies, but to no availâyou wouldnât listen.
he had your legs over his shoulders, fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunny with a scissoring motion, kissing your stomach gently as you squeaked and gently moaned, reaching out to hold a teddy close to your chest,listening to the bear squeak as you squished it, eyes fluttering back as you orgasmed.
âmust..must you hold the bear..Liebling?â
âit seems..unnecessary, Nein?â
âthey canât leave me..!...â
was all you could moan out, shifting to place the teddy back down, watching könig roll his eyes, moving his bangs out of his face as he leant forward, head ducking down to suckle at your puffy nipple, tongue rolling over the pink bud of nerves, gently squishing the fat boob in his hand, humming contently.
how could he say no to his baby?
you were flat on your back, legs hanging over his hips as he thrusted into you, hand gripping your hip while his freehand moved to lift one of your plushies, gently moving it against your face.
âoh,mein gott..â
âwonder if teddy likes this view, ja?â
he teased, watching your mouth open with moans, a string of begs coming from your pretty lips, drool rolling down your chin as his hair draped over your shoulders, groaning.
âDas ist es, Schlampe - nimm das alles wie ein gutes MĂ€dchen..â
he growled, throwing you onto your stomach before sliding back in, pummelling his thick cock into you like a battering ram, bullying the walls of your cervix cruelly, slapping and kneading at your breasts; reaching up to grab your face and squish it, smushing your cheeks together as you sobbed in pleasure, smiling dumbly up at him,doe like eyes looking up at him as your thick, dolly lashes fluttered.
âplease! ahâoh! need it!â
you reached out to lift your teddy, listening to it squeak each time he fucked you, your body moving forward with the force of his thrusts, squishing the cute teddies behind you; mercilessly splitting you in half with his length, your shaky hand moving to turn the teddies aroundâcovering their eyes as you squealed and sobbed.
slowly, his hips stilled as his hot cum spurted inside your pussy, sliding out and spreading your puffy folds with his fingers, kissing your button clit, standing up and wiping down your sweaty body, your innocent eyes hazy with lust and fulfilment, giggling as you slid a fresh pair of panties on, lifting the teddies and playing with them, pretending to kiss könig with the fluffy bunny.
âmwah!â
könig just raised a brow, lifting a teddy and lowering it to his cock.
âmaybe next-time iâll just fuck the..TeddybĂ€r.â
pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader
summary: in which charles is an idiot and you decide to make him suffer for a little bit
warnings: smut, angst!, exhibitionism (kinda?), breeding kink!, language, 18+!, bad french!!! (please correct me and i'll edit), barely proofread (sorry if thereâs mistakes my eyeballs hurt)
word count: 5.9k (LENGTHYYYYY)
author's note: had to give us some angst obvi....but also smut bc single dad charles is so hot. let me know what you think! I can't believe it ended up being this long but it felt like it was impossible to end. xoxo. please blow this up bc the effort I put into writing this took 100% of my brain power away lmao. also I got an anon request to write about nanny getting a internship with a fashion company which is included in this!
french edits made by the lovely @dannyramirezwife (idk what I would do without you)
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YOU BEGIN TO wonder whether the universe harbors some inexplicable grudge against you. Because really, you always make sure to check in on your friends often. You always make sure to pay your bills on time, if not earlier. Heck, you even make sure to donate to a different charity every month. Yet, as the jet encounters heavily turbulent skies on the way to Miami, the persistent question echoes in your mind âwhy me?â.
Luckily, a bundle of joy rests on your lap, cupping your face in her hands, and playfully squeezing your cheeks. A sweet distraction from the terror you feel inside. Itâs adorable how earnestly she tries to impact calmness in you, even though her eyes are half shut with sleep.Â
âJâai besoin quâelle me borde, papa,â I need her to tuck me in. Her tiny fingers point to you and your heart instantly tightens. With a slight shake in your steps, you make your way to the bed, sitting on the side of it. âBonne nuit, ma petite.â Goodnight, little one.
âBonne nuit, maman,â Goodnight, mom. The words were mumbled with sleep, but it was the name that couldnât be ignored.
For a brief period, both you and Charles experienced a suspended moment, a pause in time. Never had she referred to you in such a way, and you certainly didnât want Charles to assume you influenced her perception in any manner.
âI donât know why she said that.â
Caught like a deer in headlights, you pivot your head to face him. Panic courses through you, eyes widened, heart pounding. Yet, as you turn to Charles, he appears nonchalant, offering only a casual shrug of his shoulders.
âCâest bien.â Itâs okay.
In a hushed pause, the both of you remain motionless aside from turning your head back to the sleeping toddler, entranced by how peaceful she looks. However, Charles finds it hard to divert his gaze from you. His eyes focus on the serene scene of his daughterâs fingers delicately entwined with yours, even in the depths of sleep, acknowledging the profound connection between you two. In these tranquil moments, where your presence is indispensable for tucking her in, Charles not only appreciates the nurturing care you offer but also recognizes the profound love and solace you impact. He canât help but feel incredibly fortunate to have you in his life.
Only when Charlesâs gentle hands tenderly squeezed the back of your neck, providing a subtle massage to your tense muscles, did you become acutely aware of the extent of your own exhaustion.
âAllez, dormons un peu, dâaccord?â Letâs get some sleep, yeah? His lips delicately brushed against the shell of your ear, followed by a tender kiss on your temple, guiding you toward the other bed on the jet. Wrapping his arms snugly around your body, he let the both of you fall onto the mattress. While pulling the covers over both of you, your face pressed against his chest clad in a soft t-shirt. As you planted a gentle kiss above the neckline, you could feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat. Â
Despite the passing of a few months since that initial kiss, your connection with Charles retained a serene simplicity. In the quietude of your shared moments, you found solace. Deliberately, you resisted the temptation to let your mind drift into the what ifâs, choosing instead to remain in the present moments.Â
However, within his mind, thoughts raced at a million miles a minute. Regardless of the casualness of your relationship you both claim to have, he couldnât stop picturing you with swollen breasts and a swollen belly. The moment his daughter called you âmamanâ, an almost feral instinct surged within him. It was a wild and untamable force. He couldnât stop imagining you pregnant. Full of his kid. Full of him. The need to fill you up with all of him was all but surging through his veins. All the blood was rushing to his cock, and he knew he needed to get these thoughts out of his head.Â
âBonne nuit,â Goodnight. His voice sounded so rough as his arms tightened around you and you easily fell into a quick slumber, feeling so safe in his arms from the turbulent skies.
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The abrupt touchdown of the jet resonated through the cabin, rousing you from slumber. A ballet of movement ensued before your eyes met the scene: Charles had migrated to one of the plush seats, his daughter perched upon his knee. The ambient hum of the aircraft formed a backdrop to the unfolding familial vignette, a delicate interplay of affection. As Charles tenderly pinched his daughterâs cheeks, childlike laughter following their hushed whispers.
Charles shifted his gaze towards you, now upright on the bed. Your tousled hair framed a face adorned with the lingering softness of sleep, and your eyes, slightly puffy with remnant of slumber, held a captivating allure. Despite your disheveled state, he couldnât help but find that you remained the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
âBien dormi?â Sleep well?
A gentle smile played on your lips as you rose from the bed, indulging in a languorous stretch that showcased the contours of your body. The fabric of the t-shirt clung momentarily, revealing the subtle canvas of freckles adorning your stomach to Charles. His gaze involuntarily flicked away, a reflex triggered by the flooding memories, thoughts of you pregnant resurfacing in vivid detail. The mere glimpse of your stomach had him internally spiraling.Â
âMerde,â Shit. He grunted as his head fell back against the headboard of the shared bed. His green eyes watching you with flushed cheeks as you worked yourself over his cock. âThis is where you belong, yeah?âÂ
The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the hotel room. Eliciting a warm glow in the hotel room as you sunk down onto him deeper than before. Your pussy fluttering around his length, appeasing the ache that he created before you even opened your eyes.Â
You nodded your head repeatedly. âMon dieu, yes.âÂ
His hands cup your ass, fingers pressing firmly into the delicate layers of your skin, leaving an imprint as if searching for a connection beneath the surface. Controlling your movements, he urges you to move more frantically. The feeling of your hot, wet, pussy squeezing him was almost too much for him to handle.
With each passing second, the pressure of his fingers increased, creating a sensation of both command and invitation at the back of your neck. His touch was a deliberate grasp, not just holding but asserting dominance. Your lips met in a symphony of desire.  His tongue slipping into your mouth instantly, brushing against yours as he held you against him. Your nipples flushed against the toned muscles of his chest as you leaned in, and the pound of his hips fucking upwards into you, had you all but mewling into his mouth.Â
âCâmon mon ange, donât make me wait.â My angel.
Youâre not sure if it was the pet name or the fact that you loved to please him. Or maybe the brush of his body against your clit. But your orgasm came quickly after while the tears spilled slowly from your eyes. He swallowed every moan you gave him like it was his own source of oxygen before flipping both of you over and pushing you face first into the mattress.
Every moan you gave him was like fuel to the pound of his hips. He was completely lost in the feeling of you. âTake it all,â he grunted as he pushed your body into the mattress deeper than before, his eyes not moving from the sight of his cock coated with you and slipping into you.Â
You were begging and pleading him to give you more, more, more. You donât know what more he could give you; you just knew you needed it.
âSo pretty like this,â he muttered, âlike you were made just to take my fucking cock whenever I need.â His thrusts began to slow, but the speed didnât alter just how good they felt. No, he pushed himself even further, hitting all the spots just right. It was as if he was trying to become one with you. Like he wanted merge you two into a singular existence.Â
âCha,â You moaned out his name and you couldnât see but his eyes widened. His heart clenched at the nickname. He pulled out quickly, provoking a complaint from your lips as he began scooping one of his arms under your stomach and flipping you onto your back. He took a second to just look at you, a shine forming in his eyes as he observed you. You look absolutely fucked. Cheeks flushed, hair all over the place, eyes glossed with satiation, and red marks all over your neck from his fingertips.
âNeeded to see your face,â he answered before you could ask, slipping his cock back into your needy hole. The confession making your heart clench and the stretch of his cock had your stomach doing flips. âBesoin de voir tes yeux.â Needed to see your eyes.
His gaze was unwavering and fixed upon you. It was as if sought to etch the intricate details of your face into the canvas of his memory. He wanted to capture every nuance, every curve, and every expression that you made.Â
âMerde, let me cum in you.â His eyes trailed down your face, to your neck, to your breasts. The bounce of your breasts from the force of his hips had him in a trance, thoughts of you with swollen breasts came back to mind. When he felt your pussy clench around him at the phrase, a smirk formed. âYeah? Want me to fill you up sweet girl?
âSâil ti plaĂźt,â please. You were pleading. You wanted nothing more. âJâen ai besoin.â I need it.
Charlesâs eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at your confession. His groaning and grunting increasing in volume as he pounds into you harder, every inch of his cock pressing against your velvet walls as he releases into you, making you feel all warm inside.Â
âTu es parfaite.â Youâre perfect. He collapses beside you; his voice was so low that you almost didnât hear him mumble the words as he pressed his lips to your collarbone before resting his head on the pillows. You felt your cheeks redden almost instantly, brushing off the compliment with a smile and small laugh.Â
âJe dois prendre une douche.â I need to shower. The mixture of his and yours cum was oozing down your leg. You could still feel the warmth of it. Charles mumbled a soft âmmmmâ, already drifting off into a slumber.Â
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You werenât sure what changed in the few minutes you were in the bathroom, but you could feel the unease build in your stomach as you emerged with a towel wrapped around your frame and skin flushed red from the heat of the water to Charles pacing around the room, a knuckle in between his teeth.
He was agitated to say the least. He felt betrayed by you.
A subtle smile played on Charlesâs lips as the sound of the shower resonated in the room, accompanied by your soft hum of a song he couldnât name. The ambiance of the hotel room cocooned him in a profound sense of peace, and in that moment, he wished he could stay here eternally with you. Kissing you, touching you, inside of you.
When he heard the buzzing of a phone on the table beside the bed, he instinctively reached for it without glancing at the screen, presuming it to be his own. Given the context of it being a race weekend, early morning phone calls were expected.Â
âBonjour?â Hello? He let out a cough, clearing his throat from the sound of sleep and satiated desire. The subtle rasp carried with it the traces of his happiness.
âAh bonjour, hello, this is Camille with Christian Dior.â The womanâs voice echoes into Charlesâ ear. He sits up immediately, back against the headboard. His first thought was âwhy is Christian Dior calling me?â but it wasnât that abnormal either. Companies reached out to him all the time for collaborations. âI am calling regarding the application we received for the internship and wanted to schedule and in-person meeting.â
Charles felt his stomach twist in knots as he listened to Camille chatter into the phone. Application? Internship? Moving the phone from his ear, he looked at the phone realizing that it was in fact yours and not his. This call was for you, not him. Camilleâs voice was muffled as it was pulled away from his ear.Â
A wave of nausea coursed through Charles, the unexpected revelation at the possibility of you leaving hitting him hard. How could you just apply for another job like that? He felt himself growing antsy and restless as thoughts swirled in his head. Camille, who was confused by the silence, mumbled something about calling back later due to the lack of response from Charles.
He dropped the phone onto the duvet of the bed, standing up and pacing the room while he felt himself begin to question everything. Questioning why you would leave. Does he not give you enough? Was it too much to handle? As his thoughts droned on, taking a turn for the worse, he began to feel angry. Angry that you considered leaving this job. He began to see red.
âQuâest-ce qui ne va pas?â Whatâs wrong? You were cautious, not standing too close to him to give him some space. His head whipped in your direction almost too quickly.Â
Your attention was drawn to the wrinkle lines etched on Charlesâs forehead, marking the aftermath of his furrowed eyebrows. The subtle creases and wrinkles, usually absent in is carefree demeanor, painted you a picture of his current inner turmoil. When you shifted your gaze to meet with his narrowed eyes, the cautious padding of your bare feet seemed to echo.
It was an unfamiliar sight to witness Charles engulfed in such a storm of emotions. The stark contrast to his usual carefree and joyful demeanor.  He was blinded by his rage as he muttered the next words.
âEs-tu idiote?â Are you stupid? His jaw was clenched. A soft gasp left your lips as you clutched tighter onto the top of your towel, feeling rather exposed now. âDemande Ă Christian Dior.â Ask Christian Dior. His spat out the name Christian Dior with such disdain. As if it were dirt on the bottom of his shoe.
Your eyes widened, everything clicking. You werenât sure how he knew, but he was answering your internal thoughts before words could form on your tongue.
At first, you wanted to argue him for answering your phone. But you knew him. You knew he wasnât snooping. He said it was a mistake, so you took his word for it.
âQuâont-ils dit?â What did they say? You werenât sure how to approach this conversation with him. You especially were not expecting it to go this way, with you wrapped in only a cotton towel.
His eyes narrowed to an almost imperceptible slit, the vibrant green drained from any warmth of presence. âAre you serious?â The exasperation in his voice reverberated through the room. Your question seemed to strike a nerve, leaving him incredulous. Was that all you had to say? The absence of an explanation hung in the air, adding more tension to the charged atmosphere between you two.
âNe me crie pas dessus.â Donât yell at me. You felt your own anger building at his attitude. Who did he think he was? You padded back to your suitcase, grabbing whatever outfit you could without paying attention. You werenât sure what you even grabbed or if it even matched, but you didnât care. You were too busy listening to Charles raise his voice.
âDonât walk away from me.â He pushed off the dresser, trailing behind you. âWhat is this internship you applied for?â
You didnât answer right away, instilling more anger within Charles. âAnswer me. Youâre just going to leave like always?â His tone struck you with disbelief, the harshness leaving an unexpected sting. The air was too intense. You needed to get some air.
Like always?
You turned and faced him. âAre you asking me as my boss or my fuck buddy?â You knew it was a low blow, but it was so unfair for him to be this mean to you. It wasnât even necessarily his words but his tone that bothered you most. He spoke to you as if you were a child who needed punishing.
You had a shirt half-way over your head and black leggings on. âItâs just a summer internship. I didnât even do the interview yet, but you seem to know that already.â You waved him off, rushing around the room to get your stuff. You needed to get out of here. You werenât going to sit here and let him berate you.
âYou canât just leave.â He followed you to the door, gripping your wrist to pull you back towards him. You yanked your arm out of his grip.
âYouâre just like everyone else.â His words tumbled out incoherently, much like uncontrollable word vomit. He could feel the panic rising in him as you made your way towards the door. âRight. Use me and then leave. Itâs all Iâm good for.â
His words twisted your stomach, and you chose to overlook the burning ache in your heart.
âFine. Just go fuck your ex-boyfriend or something. Or Lando. I know he wants you.â He stood there, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breaths. You pulled the door open, standing in the frame, you took one last glance at him.
âVa te faire foutre.â Go fuck yourself. And with that you were out the door.
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âJe nâarrive pas Ă le croire!â I canât believe him! âCâest vraiment un connard.â Heâs really such an asshole.
âBabes, youâre gâna need to speak in English for me to understand,â he laughed before taking a sip of his beer, âyou muppet.â
You playfully rolled your eyes at Lando, seated across from you in the elegant ambiance of the hotel restaurant. Adorned in a snug black dress, every curve of your figure accentuated, the crystal jewels meticulously tracing the contours of your breasts. The garment displayed a subtle dip between your cleavage, adding an enthralling touch. It was safe to say you looked fucking good. Or as Lando said, âholy fucking shit, you took the air out of my lungs.â Which in response, you couldnât resist a playful shove to his shoulder.
In the aftermath of the argument with Charles, you found yourself in the company of Lando, driven partly by Charlesâs mention of him. Despite the strained circumstances, your connection with Lando remained strictly platonic. However, Landoâs penchant for flirting was a constant, adding a playful dynamic that colored your friendship. Thankfully for Lando, he was the reason you were able to even get a change of clothes seeing as you left the hotel room earlier in complete disarray. It was still your day off, one that was originally supposed to be spent with Charles. Lorenzo and Charlotte were still taking care of Charlesâs daughter, leaving your night wide open.
âMartinâs driver is picking us up soon,â Lando declared, drowning the remainder of his beer and emphatically slamming the bottle onto the table. There was still two more days before the race weekend began, meaning Lando wanted to go out to which you agreed easily. Meanwhile, you maintained a composed sip from your glass of wine. With a playful glint in his eye, Lando added, âGet your dance moves ready muppet.â The prospect of the evening ahead seemed to carry a promise of lively escapades.
Your laughter echoed, creating a buoyant atmosphere as you seamlessly fell into a comfortable conversation with Lando. His easy-going nature and banter helped soothe the lingering nerves from the earlier argument with Charles. In that moment, you felt nothing but gratitude for Landoâs presence.
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The vibrant lights of the club painted the atmosphere in a kaleidoscope of colors, while the unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered in the air. The club pulsated with energy of the intoxicated crowd, bodies swaying to the vibrations of music surrounding them. It wasnât until you reached the DJ booth that you felt a wave of reassurance wash over you.Â
The night unfolded with a multitude of shots, some in which you had to pretend to take, just to save yourself from vomiting on the floor. The music provided a lively group, thus creating a joyous atmosphere. You surrendered to the rhythm, dancing through the hours, deliberately steering clear of thoughts about the brunette Monegasque who typically occupied your mind.
As you slid out of the booth, making your way to the bathroom, you finally pulled your phone out of your purse. The screen was littered with missed calls and multiple messages, most from nonetheless Charles.
from Charles (dilf)  Â
Where are you?                                             18:45
Youâre such a brat.                                         19:19
Really? Youâre with Lando?                            22:47
Could your dress be any fucking shorter?    22:51
Tu essaies de me tuer                                 01:27
Youâre really testing my patience              01:46
You didnât answer. Feeling triumphant as you snickered to yourself at his messages, him clearly struggling with the concept of you being out with Lando. Slipping the phone back into your purse, you continued your night, leaving all worries behind. Because if you didnât, the mere reality of the argument with Charles would have you vomiting on the floor.
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It was honestly insane how the sun was just beginning to rise. Yet, you and Lando were just stepping foot into the hotel not even a few minutes ago, drunken laughter between you both as you exited the elevator to Lando's floor. No doubt, pictures of you and Lando surfacing all over the internet tonight. But you werenât worried about that. What you were worried about was the angry brunette standing outside of Landoâs hotel room door, his arms crossed, and eyes tired as if he didnât sleep the entire night.
You and Lando both sobered up quickly from the sight of him, brooding in front of the hotel door. Charles opened his mouth, utilizing both of your native tongue to exclude Lando from the conversation.
He rolled his eyes, teeth gritting as he looked over to Lando smiling beside you with his hotel room key in hand. âMuppet, are you sleeping over, or no? Iâm tired.â
Charles didnât afford you a moment to respond before swiftly shutting him down. The gaze he directed at Lando carried a lethal intensity, a silent warning that spoke volumes. âAbsolutely fucking not.â Charlesâs grip tightened on your arm, an assertive pull guiding you down the hallway toward the elevator. Surprisingly, you didnât resist, allowing the momentum to carry you forward. You looked back at Lando who had a smirk on his face and winked at you. What a fucker.
The elevator enveloped you both in an oppressive silence, interrupted only by rhythmic beeping accompanying each floor you ascended. Charles maintained a deliberate gap between you, yet his hand remained firmly clasped around your wrist. In the mirrored surface of the doors, your eyes locked onto each other, breaths syncing. As the doors finally opened, Charles propelled you out with a gentle push, his body behind yours.Â
It wasnât until you both stepped into the hotel room that Charles unleashed a torrent of emotions upon you. His voice, thick with a mixture of anger, jealousy, hurt, and worry, carried the weight of the pent-up emotions he had been harboring. He had seen the stories, the posts, and even the photos of you at dinner, images captured by fans.
The way you smiled at Lando in the pictures had him throwing his phone. And donât even get him started on the dress. The fucking dress.
âDo you like Lando?â He sneered, jealousy bubbling inside of his chest.
And because you felt like stirring the pot even more, you smirked. âYes.â And although it was the truth, it wasnât what Charles thought. You felt bad as you saw his face fall, but he deserved it just for a little bit at the very least.
You could feel all the thoughts racing through Charles head before he pulled you both towards the balcony, staring at the city skyline instead of at you. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice thickening with emotion, âWhat about me? What about us?â
âAs a friend.â You finally announced, turning your body to fully face Charles. âI like Lando as a friend, Cha.â You confirmed, a groan leaving your lips. âDo we have to do this right now? Iâm so tired and my feet hurt.â
âOui.â Allowing no room for further complaints, Charles pulled you into an embrace, his arms enveloping you and effectively trapping you between the warmth of his body and the balcony railing. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, finding a moment of relief in the reassurance that you were back, and in his arms. The tight hold on you spoke of relief.
âYouâre mine,â He states. âLabel or no label.â He's possessive in the way he speaks and touches you. Like he needs to get his point across. You feel him laugh as his fingers trail around your front side, trailing down until he can slip them up the front of your dress, pressing his fingers to your lace covered core. It was almost too easy. The dress was so short.
The desperate ache in the pit of your tummy grows with each swipe of his thumb along your covered clit. You began to forget why you were even fighting in the first place, his hands on you felt too good. You lulled your head back against him, making more room for his lips to attack on your neck.
Your ability to articulate words faltered, your legs turning to jell-o under his embrace. With one arm securely wrapped around your waist, he became your anchor, ensuring that you remained standing.Â
âYou want my fingers?â His lips are hot on your ear. He slips his fingers beneath your underwear, feeling just how wet you really are. It was almost too easy. âSo fucking wet and warm, mmm.â He groans as he slips one finger inside of you, moving it so slowly that you began to get frustrated with the pace. Your hips rut, trying to speed up his fingers, but he holds you in place removing your ability to move.
Your body begins to tremble as he increases the pace of his finger, inserting another one and curling it, hitting the spot you ached most. You want to cum so badly; you want to soak his fingers and tremble around them. âSo greedy.â He takes your ear lobe in between his teeth, nibbling gently on it before trailing his tongue down the rest of your neck. âTaking my fingers so well.â
You groaned, his words pushing you towards your climax quicker than anticipated. He could tell you close with the way you were squeezing his fingers so tightly, and the way your words were almost incoherent. As soon as your arm reached back, your fingers brushing through his hair, he pulled his fingers out of you.
âNo!â You half-shrieked at the loss of contact, pulling his hair in the process. Your face blushed and eyebrows furrowed from the loss of his fingers.
âTell me youâre mine.â He flips your body around, your back flush against the balcony railing now. The breeze continues to blow your hair around, no doubt making a mess of it.
âYou tell me youâre mine.â You bite back, refusing to say it first. Charles began laughing, it reverberated in his chest.Â
âOh, mon ange.â He ignores what you say, trailing his eyes down your body. âThis fucking dress.â His words are sharp as he begins gripping the ends of your dress and shoving it upwards, exposing you completely to him now. He placed a quick slap of his finger tips to your clit, the shock and sting of the slap turning you on more than you could imagine.
He pulls you forward, hands squeezing your neck, the area right under your jaw line to be more specific, lips immediately pressing against yours. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was hot, messy, and wet. A clashing of teeth and tongue as he sucked on your tongue. Leaving you almost no room to breathe in the process. But you didnât mind, his kisses were intoxicating.
The firm presence of Charlesâs hand on your neck persisted, the subtle pressure from the pads of his fingers inducing a dizzying effect. It was a tactile reminder of his control, a touch that left your head spinning, and wanting more. âIâve always been yours.â He doesnât let you respond before heâs pulling your lips back to his. This time, his fingers slip back into your heated core, assaulting and curling them just how you needed them. You breathed hotly into his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you. It was quick and hot. Charles couldâve sworn he was going to cum right in his pants at the feeling of you squeezing his fingers, coating them in you. Heâs never been more jealous of his fingers in his life.
He flips you around again, fumbling with the button of his pants as he shoves them down, them falling to a pile around his ankles. He wasnât slow, rubbing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, he teased you both for a little bit.
When he finally slipped into you, you swore you were going to cum again. You had to squeeze the railing harder to prevent yourself from doing so. You wanted to cum with him.Â
âSqueezing me so well.â He moaned, the wind picking up and the only glimmer of light was from the sun barely peeping over the horizon. You couldnât believe you were doing this, out in the open of a hotel balcony, but the thrill of it made it that much more exciting.
âTu aimes ça, hm?â You like that? He pushes you forward so that your chest was pressed to the railing, your head dangling over the edge as you looked down from the height of the building. Everything looked so small from this height. âWant the whole world to know youâre mine.â He continues.
âWant to fill you up.â You clench hard around him, soft moans escaping your lips into the air in response. Charles couldnât help but feel his heart pound as he muttered the next words. âWant to fill you up with my cum, want to fuck a baby into you.âÂ
At first, he was nervous muttering the words aloud. But the clench of your pussy around his cock only eased his nerves. Your moans increasing in volume told him just how much you liked that too.
âMerde,â Shit. You were mewling into the open air, the increase in pace of his hips had you seeing stars.Â
âAre you gonna let me?â
âYes!â You were yelling it repeatedly. His fingers crawled their way around your body, slipping into the dip in the front of your dress and pinching your nipples. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
âCâmon donne-le moi.â Give it to me. And boy did you. You both came with a loud cry, the sound of his hips slapping into your backside a faint noise compared to the moans. The warmth of his cum seeping into you for the second time in less than 24 hours. Although, you were on the pill, you still liked to play along with the idea of being pregnant. The idea of Charles filling you up turned you on like no other.
You both took a few seconds to recoup, trying to catch your breath. He pulled out slowly, but brought his fingers down, pushing the mixture of both of your cum back inside you. He didnât want a single drop of it to go to waste.Â
He turned you around, bringing your lips to a sweet kiss.
A small smile graces your lips as you see how genuine he is and you lean up on your tippy toes, bringing your lips back to his. Essentially shutting him up, his hands wrap back around you, lifting you off the ground as he carries you back into the hotel room, both of you collapsing into the bed.
âEven if I got a new job, Iâm still yours.â You started. âBut actually, thereâs this great nanny job I heard about.â Charles feels panic forming in his chest again. But you continue on, âIt involves the cutest little girl ever. I also heard that the dad is so hot and cool. Did I mention heâs single?â You joke, laughter erupting between the both of you as he cradles you into his body.
i canât w Miguelâs thighs ok I just canât w them. They r firm big and luscious and juicy! Can u imagine like u standing all nervous in the corner bc Miguel intimidates u. with a rough voice and a movement of his finger, he ushers u to come over. âvenâ is all he says. that is Spanish for come so u anxiously walk to him. with a growl he says âsitâ then pats his thighs. u oblige and sit on his thigh. his thigh stuck between ur legs. u know ur growing hot and wet in ur pussy and itâs difficult to not try to cause friction to release tension. Miguel smirks as he rubs his jaw, looking at u sensually but also w guilt. âYou poor thing look so tense and nervous. Donât worry baby, u ainât gotta be nervous around papi. U can take care of what u gotta take care of.â This was the ok to let go. With an amount of pressure building up, u start grinding your wet pussy on his thigh. he was in his spider suit so it was easy to glide up and down. the friction of ur clothes against ur clit rubbing against it had you moaning. ur hands clenched onto Miguelâs thick shoulders. âThatâs it mama, thatâs it let it go. Thatâs it let it go.â He praised and ushered u. U could see and feel his dick getting hard by it pressing ur leg. âFuck Iâm gonna come!â U cried as u came, ur legs shaking and u left a little puddle onto his thigh. âIâll have to clean that up. Perhaps Iâll do it w my tongue, no?â
HANA I MISSED U AND YOUR WRITINGGGG!!
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ZOWA MY LOVE 𫶠iâm well thank God <333 iâm in my finals week and the thereâs only one paper left then im going back home im v excited!!!!
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What about 𧞠and Charles Leclerc ? Literally whatever you desire, maybe featuring his family or other drivers?
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âIâm going to cry.â
âCharlesââ
âLook at him, mon amour! He looks so cute!â
The Monaco Grand Prix was important for every driver due to its history and nostalgia, but it meant so much more to Charles. Ever since he was a child, he dreamed of racing on the streets he grew up on. He dreamed of being in a car, hearing crowds scream his name as he crossed the finish line. He dreamed of standing on the top step of the podium and holding the trophy in the air proudly at his home race.Â
The Monaco Grand Prix meant everything to him, and it meant everything to him to have the people he cared about most there with him. He wouldnât dream of racing without having his friends and family and biggest support systems by his side. It was what truly helped him and motivated him through the day.Â
With you, that circle extended. And now, it extended once more when little Matteo Leclerc was born.Â
It was Charles' dream to have a family. To meet the love of his life, to grow and live with her, to take that step into creating a lovely family together. And Charles knew you were the woman for him when he first met you. He had blurted as much in your face the first time he spoke to you. And now years later, to have the son you both created in his arms, it felt like a full circle moment.Â
Yes, the Monaco Grand Prix was always important to Charles but this one was more important than the restâthis was the first time his son was coming to his race, to his own home race.
âI would not have dressed him up like this if I knew youâd get so emotional,â you teased your husband, watching as his eyes welled up as he gently cooed at the giggling boy in his arms. Mattheo was still young, just shy of turning one years old in a few weeks during the summer break.
âOh hush,â Charles sniffled. âI would have cried anyways, regardless of what he was wearing.â
âSo the Red Bull merch would have been too much?â You joked.Â
Charles narrowed his eyes. âDonât say bad words around my son,â he said with his chin held high before he turned to Mattheo, his face softening in seconds as the boy garbled and reached for his fatherâs face. âMy son is a Ferrari fan, through and through.â
âDonât disown him if you find him in the McLaren garage later,â Arthur piped up, walking towards the two of you with a mischievous grin on his face. âI heard Norris has baby merch waiting to change Matteo into.â
Charlesâ hold became more protective of his son. âOver my dead body.â
You rolled your eyes, lightly hitting Arthurâs arm. âStop messing with him.â
âBut itâs so fun,â Arthur whined in response.Â
You snorted. âIt is.â
âAh, ma vie, look at your mama and uncle teaming up on me,â Charles whispered loudly to his son, gently rocking him back and forth as the young boy stared up at his father with eager eyes. âItâs just you and me against the world.â
âStop turning my son against me or I will let Lando change him into that horrendous orange merch,â you jokingly threatened, trying to bite back your own grin when you saw Charles grinning.Â
âIâll make it up to you later, mon amour,â Charles winked.Â
âAw, bleh! Not in front of my nephew!â Arthur fake gagged, which only seemed to make little Matteo burst into a fit of giggles. âGo get ready before you miss the start of the race! And give me my nephew before you scar the poor boy for life!â
It took ten minutes to convince Charles to let go of Matteo, his heart shattering a little when the young boy became frustrated and fussy after being parted from his father. But you kissed him on the lips, whispering good luck and telling him to return safely to his family on the other side of this race.Â
And that was exactly what he didâand more.Â
It didnât even hit him until he was standing on the top step, the national anthem blaring through the speakers as his eyes glanced over the crowd below to find you and Matteo at the front of the crowd. He couldnât really see you but he knew you were crying, he knew he was probably crying too.Â
And little Matteo looked up at him from the crowd, cheering and clapping his hands once he spotted his father and Charles couldâve sworn his life had peaked. This was what he dreamed of long before he realised. To win his home race, to stand on the top step, to see his family waiting for him as he raised the trophy in the air and drowned in champagne sprays before rushing straight towards them.
âMes amours,â Charles murmured, tears streaming down his face and a grin so wide that nothing would have wiped it off his face as he reached to hold you both.
âOur winner,â you responded, your free hand cupping his cheek to swipe away a few stray tears with your thumb.
âDada!â Matteo cheered happily, causing both you and Charles to let out laughs of disbelief as your son uttered his first word.Â
âYes,â Charles laughed, nodding his head as he reached for his babbling son. âMe! Dada!âÂ
âDada!â Matteo repeated, a gummy grin on his face as he squished his fatherâs cheeks together, and this time neither of you could stop the tears streaming down your face.Â
This was the day Charles had always dreamed of and he had finally achieved it.
ok ok i need u to bear with me because i have a strangely specific thought in my head of jj fingering you in anticipation of you squirting all over him. and itâs something along the lines of you lying on your back with your legs spread, and jj just has his fingers fucking the shit out of your pussy and heâs just all like:
âcmon baby cmon. i can feel it. i can feel it comin baby. almost there⊠there we go fuuuuck baby. thats so fuckin hot.â
but heâs not like mumbling. his tone is more conversational IF THAT MAKES SENSE IDK
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- dally. đ§ž
DALLY YES !! i accept you into the jj maybank society oh my god !!
heâs sort of humping you onto his fingers himself, jackhammering the thick digits into your tight hole and watching the arousal drool out, puffy folds overstimulated and rubbed red.
he canât help but admire the way youâre convulsing, stomach tensing and body clenching as you paw at his forearms and protest with your features drawn into duress, wordlessly indicating the overwhelming state of arousal youâre in.
âshh, shh, baby câmon jusâwanna see itâ just once, câmon i know you can squirt for me,â he silences you casually, curling his fingers faster and holding you down with the other hand, ignoring any further pleas of remission and effectively staring down your pussy instead.
âsâgood for me huh?â he mumbles, most likely addressing your over-exhausted hole with the way he was eyeing the swallowed base of his fingers, âyeah sheâs good baby,â he turns his attention to you, offhandedly remarking, âgood for papa.â
to that your body jerks under his grip, tears crystallising at your waterline as you let out a cry, finally squirting all over his hand while pushing his fingers out from the intensity, the liquid pooling in his palm and dripping onto the sheets as he watches in utter fascination â pupils dilating in a combined reaction of shock and joy.
hello :) and ykâ what ifâ hear me outâ somno w nanami. Like of course youâve talked about it and of course you said it was okayâŠso nanamiâŠâŠshouldnât feel dirty over it, right? Itâs been a long long day and all he wanted to doâ what he thought he wanted to do was just snuggle up against u and sleep. But then you had to go n sleep in his clothes..yeahâŠfuckâŠ..that definitely did smthn to him. Just his shirt and underwear? oh baby..donât be surprised when you wake up to your bf/husband between your legsâŠ..
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somno somno somno !! this is my favorite i know nanami gets carried away with the thought that you trust him so much to do this with him !!
somno with nanami 'i can just have sex with my wife when she wakes up' kento who wakes up after trying to be a nice husband and just let you sleep, groggy and disoriented.
but he's uncomfortably hard, his fat cock straining against the soft material of his pajama pants. he can feel that they're wet, the front soaked with his precum. that dream...that dream ruined him, the image of you confidently sat on his face, hands in his hair as he moaned into your cunt, dizzy from the taste, the smell, the feel of you...fuck, just thinking about it again make a thick gush of pre drip from him.
a quick glance and he knows your still sleeping...but your voice rings out in his head, hearing you excitedly giving him permission to touch you as you slept if he never needed you.
that's how he finds himself between your legs, his big hands holding your hips still as he devours you, messily making out with your pussy as he groans and sighs your name against your clit. "god, i missed you," he murmurs against your slit, tongue swiping over his lips before pressing a wet kiss to your clit. "missed you so much today."
he's given up on trying to let you sleep, he wants you, no, needs you to wake up. he misses the way you look at him needily, mouth open as you call his name, begging for him to make you cum. nanami's eyes are zeroed in on your face, waiting to see those eyes open.
"come on, honey, wake up, wake up for me." his tongue slides up your pussy, swirling against your clit before dipping back down into your oozing hole, groaning when he feels your hips cant up, the pudgy fat of your mound squishing into his mouth. he's always so messy when he eats you out, but he's trying even harder, wanting to see if he can make you cum right as you wake up. the wet squishing of his mouth kissing, sucking, and slurping at the sweet slick leaking from you and the cute sleepy moans he pulls from you are music to his ears.
but the poor man is too into it, too focused on the taste of your cunt to notice that you are awake. no, he doesn't realize it until your hands grab his hair and smush him against your pussy, crying his name as you cum, your cum pouring into his mouth as he just keeps eating you out.
"mm, sorry, honey, i got carried away," he softly mutters against you, his eyes looking into yours from his spot between your legs. "i wanted to see if i could put it in you before you woke up, but you just taste so divine." another lick up your cunt is followed by the feeling of nanami's fingers coating themselves in your wetness.
"can you give me one more? hm? just one more and i'll show you what i'll do to you next time you're sleeping so pretty for me."