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mrchiipchrome · 3 months

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Princess Treatment

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a/n: if you've seen this before, no you haven't

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Ever since Ella was little her mum had told her that she had a ‘princess attitude’, that she only expected the best and anything less than that was unacceptable. She was also told that no boy would ever keep up with it, lucky for her, she wasn’t even into boys.

When you met Ella you were 14, and yet you were already more than a couple heads taller than kids four years older than you. It was no surprise that people were a bit scared of you, tall and rather buff.

But Ella saw through it all, all the snide comments from the other girls and all the rumors, she saw that you only wanted love from people, to love people just the same as anyone else. So when she started dating you only a year after your official meeting it only surprised the ones still believing the rumors and the ones who were making them up.

Ella was already getting the princess treatment when you were strictly friends, being somewhat of a people pleaser might’ve had something to do with it. But nonetheless she loved you with all your flaws, just like you did her.

The lovey dovey attitude never disappeared, even as you transitioned from being immature teenagers to being mature adults, you were still acting like lovesick teens who just fell in love for the first time.

And not surprising was that the princess attitude never really disappeared, she was still letting you carry her training bag for her and give her massages. It wasn’t like she demanded you do these things for her, you just did them like you knew exactly what it was that she needed. Though when she was cranky her mood definitely changed drastically, princess behavior turned up to the max.

The only thing that really bothers you about the whole thing is your teammates' excessive teasing. It made you uncomfortable and you felt as though you couldn’t properly express your love for your girlfriend without being ridiculed. Despite the amount of years you’d spent around your United teammates, you were still closed off around most of them, the only exceptions being Alessia, Mary and Ella.

And while the three tried their best to get you out of your shell, it was futile to even try, you could only work and be open with them on the pitch, where you were doing your job.

Your teammates obviously felt your absence, so in an attempt to get you to open up a little, they put team bonding at a bar, thinking that a few drinks would loosen you up.

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“How do I look?” It had been a while since you’d been at a bar, and you didn’t exactly know what the latest club fashion was, so instead of overcomplicating it, you just settled on a black button up tucked into navy dress pants and a brown leather belt.

“You look good enough to eat baby, are you sure we can’t cancel and take the evening for ourselves?” Ella almost had you convinced, but when you remembered exactly how many team bonding sessions you’d missed just because of that reason, you stopped.

“No, you already know how many team bonding outings we’ve missed, they’re going to think that we’re avoiding them.” Your shorter girlfriend’s hands come up to rest against your chest, her fingers fiddling with the upper buttons of your shirt, popping two buttons open before you take her hands in yours, pulling them up to your mouth, pressing light kisses to the backs of her hands.

“You look so gorgeous my love, but maybe you should go with other shoes? I know how you get after a while of wearing heels.” When she looks up at you with the slightest attitude, the little glare that shines through every once in a while, you put your hands on her waist and pull her body flush against your own. “Or I can stop being an idiot and let you wear whatever you want.”

Ella hums at your response, lips resting featherlight against yours, her breath ghosting over your lips as she tells you to;

“Wear that navy suit jacket, it’s warm and your arms look nice in it.” And with that she pulls away, frustrated to no end. As you turn around to get the jacket from where it’s draped on the bed, a hand slaps your ass.

“How have I never noticed how good your butt looks in these trousers babe?” The fact that she’s a hundred percent serious is what amuses you, and even though she asked you to, Ella pouts when you put your suit jacket on, apparently not happy to not be able to shamelessly ogle your ass anymore.

“Come on love, Less is outside and I’m pretty sure that she’s going to get the wrong idea if we keep her waiting for too long.” You send the girl a wink before ushering her out of the house with minimal effort. You kept your hand on her lower back, leading her towards the back seat before you took the shotgun seat.

“One more second and I swear I was going to report you two missing.” Alessia rolls her eyes at the two of you, fake annoyance spreading across her face, and you both act like you don’t notice her huge smile.

Arriving at the bar fashionably late, you immediately spot the huge group of women standing around the bar, seemingly ordering their drinks. Ella pulls your hand to go in their direction, your feet drag against the floor in reluctance.

You listen as your girlfriend and your best friend greet the women, the best you can come up with is a meek wave.

“A coke please. Oh and just make the sweetest and fruitiest drink you can for my missus.” Your teammates look on in confusion and slight disappointment as you order a nonalcoholic drink for yourself. It was clear that they barely knew anything about you, you weren’t a big fan of the taste or the loss of basic cognitive function.

“Y/n is our designated driver, me and Less are planning on letting loose tonight.” Ella answered their unasked question, the team nodding in disappointment.

Finding a booth big enough to fit the whole team, Ella immediately settles herself on your lap as soon as you sit down, your ice cold cola being set down on the table in favour of wrapping your arms around your soon-to-be fiancée’s waist, your hands setting in her lap.

Everyone settles into comfortable conversations with each other, you’re content to listen to the voice of your girlfriend and Alessia, tracing shapes into her thigh and taking a swig of your now nearly flat and room temperature cola.

“Baby, my feet hurt.” Ella stops her conversation to tell you, the tight shoes squeezing her and the high heel likely poking against her heel.

“I told you this would happen, my love.” You tell her lowly, acutely aware of a majority of your teammates' eyes on you, seemingly more engaged in your conversation than their own.

“No you said ‘I know how you get after a while of wearing them’ you never told me what would happen.” Your girlfriend sasses back, saying it as if it were fact.

“Alright, then we’ll do the usual?” Ella gets up from your lap to undo the straps of her shoes as you undo the knot of your laces, sliding your shoes off your feet and onto hers. They were a few sizes too big, despite Ella being known as the bigfoot of the team, and as she settles back onto your lap, most of your teammates look on in some sort of shock.

“Did Ella just extort you out of your shoes Y/n?” Maya asks, like she wasn’t familiar with your girlfriend’s attitude. Being put on the spot like that makes you more than uncomfortable as you shift in your seat, thankfully your slightly tipsy best friend notices it and helps you out.

“Have you seriously not noticed Ella’s obvious princess attitude? God, where are you when Y/n’s away and I have to deal with it.” Alessia joked with the younger girl, teasing her about her ignorance towards her friend and national teammate.

“So you just do what she asks you to?” Millie asks, and you look at her nonchalantly.

“I mean, yeah, pretty much. Ella deserves everything in this world and if I can give her even a fraction of that then I’ll do whatever she needs me to.” You answer sincerely, there was nothing to lie about there, she was your everything. It wasn’t like they would remember it in the morning either way, they were all pretty wasted.

“Awww baby, you never told me that. I love you so much.” Ella smothers your face in kisses, seemingly forgetting the bright red lipstick she’d put on earlier. The red lip marks nearly blend into the skin of your face as you blush heavily at her actions, face closer to a beetroot than anything even remotely human.

“I think it’s time to round off the evening now before poor Y/n gets an aneurysm.” The women around the table laugh at your now significantly drunker best friend, both the blonde and the brunette being wasted by now.

Getting Alessia to pick up Ella’s shoes, you steal yours back for a more comfortable fit, Ella sneaking your jacket from its place on the chair. Turning back to see Ella basically drowning in the fabric of your jacket might be one of your favorite sights ever, she was just too adorable.

Your hands slip around the back of her knees, the other clutching closer to her rib cage as you carry her in a bridal grip. Ella runs her hands over your flexed muscles, whistling to show off how impressed she was. Another dark blush covers your face at her drunken actions, clutching on to her legs a little tighter in an attempt to expel the embarrassment.

Ella keeps on babbling about nonsense as you bring her out to Alessia’s car, the blonde herself stumbling around behind you. She’d given you her car key at the start of the night to keep safe, and you had to shift your grip on the midfielder to be able to unlock the car.

Slinging Ella over your shoulders haphazardly, you make sure to keep a secure grip around her thighs in order to not drop her. Alessia giggles at the squeal escaping your girlfriend’s mouth, sounding almost like a creaky door.

When the car is unlocked, you carefully open the door and make sure you don’t bump the midfielder’s head, buckling her in and ignoring the way her hands travel over your body like they would at home. Making sure that her hands are inside the car so that she doesn’t get hurt when you close the door, you quickly move towards the passenger door, making sure to open it for the blonde. You were a gentlewoman after all.

After helping both the girls to buckle in, you finally get in the driver's seat, ready to transport both of them back to your house.

They talk absentmindedly during the whole ride, light music floating through the air in its soft glow. Every once in a while you feel Ella’s hand moving up and down your bicep, seemingly entranced by the muscle.

“Girls, we’re home. Less, the guest room is ready for you and there’s a pair of pajamas on the bed. I’ll come up with some paracetamol for you tomorrow, trust me you’ll need it.” The girl laughs at your words, exiting the car and walking up the driveway to the door of your house.

You exit the car as well, unbuckling your girlfriend’s seatbelt and throwing her over your shoulder again. Alessia doesn’t seem to mind the wait, standing in front of your door calmly, picking at her nails.

When the click of the door being unlocked echoes through the calm night you rush into the house, leaving Alessia to close and lock the door behind you.

The blonde utters a quick goodnight before leaving you to walk up the stairs to your bedroom, the guest room on the bottom floor of the house. Ella grumbles when you place her back down on the floor, her feet likely aching still from her high heels.

“How about you take my advice next time, pretty girl? No stilettos okay.” Ella nods a little, her body swaying in an unstable way due to the alcohol still rushing through her veins, leaning against your body as you try your damned hardest to unzip her dress and get her into a comfortable pair of pajamas.

She’s basically half asleep when you slip the oversized t-shirt over her head, the material reaching just above her knee. Pulling her into the bathroom, you make sure to brush both her and your teeth extra carefully, both of you having had sugary drinks that night.

You lift Ella up to sit on the bathroom counter as you get a makeup wipe out of her bag, carefully swiping it over her entire face, over her eyes and lips, all around her face. When you’re done, she puckers her lips for you to kiss, and when she tries to deepen the kiss even more, you pull away.

Taking out another makeup wipe from her bag, you pass it over your face, wiping away the red markings on your face. Ella frowns as her artwork is removed from your face, her pout quickly being kissed away.

Leading Ella to your bed, she quickly gets under the covers and then gestures for you to get in with her. She quickly forgets all about getting you under the covers when she sees you unbutton your shirt, mesmerized by the muscles of your stomach and arms.

She gets up from the bed to run her fingers over them again, seeing goosebumps forming under her nails. But just as quickly as the naked skin appears, it gets covered back up again by a t-shirt, the shorter girl seemingly very disappointed with that.

She grumbles all the way until you’ve slipped in behind her in the bed, pulling her frame into yours. It fits yours like a puzzle piece, nothing more, nothing less.

Like always, Ella falls asleep in your arms rather rapidly, her drunken state impairing her ability to stay awake.

In the end, Ella’s mum had been completely wrong, she had found someone who willingly put up with her princess attitude.

#woso #woso x reader #lionesses #ella toone #ella toone x reader #engwnt x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagines

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cybrsan · 1 year

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Party of Three | C.S, J.WY

AO3 Link | Masterlist

Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San.

Pairing: Choi San x F!Reader x Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Hidden feelings, threesome, smut

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning(s): Alcohol & drug use, sex under the influence

A/N: This fic is the most well-liked among readers on my AO3. The writing may not be up to my current standard as I first posted this in 2019, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Everyone is already stoned by the time you show up at San and Seonghwa's apartment. The former is the one to open the door, greeting you with red eyes and a lazy smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Before you can respond, you're slammed with the familiar smell of weed that wafts out into the hallway after him. Greedy to get started, you give your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek and push past him into the kitchen, avoiding his grabby hands with skilled ease.

You throw your bag down onto the counter and then make a beeline for the fridge, desperate for some sort of alcohol after the stressful week of final exams you've just gone through. Grabbing a beer, you sit on one of the kitchen stools and give the room a once over.

Jongho, Yeosang, and Yunho are sat on the floor playing Mario Kart as Mingi sits behind them on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest. It seems like he's pretending to be some sort of referee based on how every once in a while he shouts random things like, "Oh, come on, Yunho! Don't you know how to drift?!" You smile at his antics—you've missed this.

Meanwhile, the other couple of the group is squished into one armchair, Hongjoong's legs draped over Seonghwa's lap. Hongjoong's eyes flutter open and closed and Seonghwa chuckles, lovingly watching his boyfriend struggle to stay awake. As always, a stoned Hongjoong is a sleepy Hongjoong.

You go to turn back to San—thinking that you've seen everyone—when a silhouette on the balcony catches your eye. You’re overtaken with surprise when you recognize it to be Wooyoung, taking a hit from San's prized glass pipe. He hadn’t come to one of these get-togethers in a while, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend. Actually, now that you think about it, he hadn’t been here that much even when they were still dating.

He spots you and he smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons from pure happiness. After shoving the pipe into Seonghwa's waiting hands, he jogs over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You laugh and give him a hug, ecstatic that he seems like the Wooyoung you used to know. He was always touchy when stoned, but he had been holding himself back because his ex didn’t like him showing affection to anyone other than her.

“Thank god that bitch is gone,” you say, squeezing him one last time before letting go. “I missed this Wooyoung, the real Wooyoung.” You pause before adding, “My best friend, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung runs a hand through his black hair, laughing. “Yeah, me too. I’m glad to be back.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Mingi shouts from his place on the couch.

Of course, Wooyoung agrees instantly. You roll your eyes; he’s a fiend when it comes to alcohol of any kind. “Hell yeah! Let’s do shots.”

Wooyoung jogs over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of vodka. You shiver involuntarily; you and Smirnoff have a dark history. As he begins to pour the gasoline into shot glasses, he shoots you a questioning look.

You shake your head. "No. Hell no. No shots for me."

Despite your greatest efforts at resisting, Wooyoung's puppy eyes and Mingi's pouting (those two are unstoppable when they team up) manages to convince you and, half an hour later, you're three shots in. Yunho tries to pass you another one and you grimace, slapping his hand away. He looks offended and cradles the shot to his chest as if it spilling would have been the greatest tragedy of the modern age.

"We don't waste alcohol in this household, Y/N," he explains.

You can't help but roll your eyes. "Right, of course. Anyway," you look to where San is, leaning on the railing of the balcony with his pipe in hand, "I'm gonna go join my boyfriend and get stoned. Alcohol tastes like shit, I can only handle so much."

You practically skip to the balcony, excited to spend some one-on-one time with your boyfriend. It's been nice hanging out with the whole group but all you want right now is to be in San's arms. So, you decide to do exactly that. You bend down slightly and crawl right in between them, letting yourself be caged between his body and the railing. He doesn't get surprised and you let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he's been smoking for a few hours already. You're positive that if he was more sober he would've flinched and the glass pipe would have fallen out of his hand and down twenty-five feet onto the concrete below.

He smiles when he sees you, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his oh-so-precious dimples making an appearance. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss. Smoke fills your mouth and your eyes widen in surprise; you didn't notice him take a hit. He pulls away and you exhale, letting the smoke evaporate into the night air. You cough slightly and he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"Sorry, angel. I couldn't help myself."

The pet name makes you clench your thighs and San notices, eyes darkening. He knows exactly what the effect is of him saying that and you know he did it on purpose.

Fighting away the blush attempting its way onto your cheeks, you take the pipe from his hand, inhaling. You let the smoke enter your lungs, relishing in the familiar burning feeling. On your exhale, you say, "It's fine, just warn me next time."

Just as you take another hit, Seonghwa peeks his head out past the balcony door. "Hey, Joong and I are tapping out for the night."

San raises an eyebrow. "You mean he's still conscious?"

Chuckling, Seonghwa responds, "Let me rephrase. Hongjoong has passed the fuck out, so I'm taking him to my room to lay him down."

"Typical Joong," you say with a laugh. "He's fun for the first hour or so, and then he just gets tired." You always get stuck looking after a hungover Hongjoong while Seonghwa goes to work and you have a feeling tomorrow morning won't be any different.

Seonghwa nods, agreeing. With a half-wave, he turns to go back inside but suddenly stops, casting you and San one last look. "Oh, also—if you guys are gonna fuck tonight, can you try to be quiet? I have work tomorrow and wanna get a few hours of sleep in so my hangover doesn’t completely decimate me."

You blush and bury your face in San's chest, embarrassed. "Hwa! Can you not?"

Normally, San would be just as embarrassed as you, but not tonight. Without batting an eye, he says, "Alright, we'll try."

You pull back from him and gently swat on his arm. "San!"

He looks at you curiously. "What?" He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you taught against him and leans down to press his forehead against yours. "You want me to lie and tell him that I'm not planning to make a mess of you ton—"

"On that note, I'll take my leave," Seonghwa interrupts, disappearing back into the apartment.

"Oh my god." You pat your cheeks, forcing your blush to die down. "I always forget how much... bolder you get when you're high."

San leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck. The gesture sends an electric shock throughout the rest of your body, causing your hair to practically stand on end. "Don't pretend you don't love it," he whispers, the heat from his breath ghosting against your skin.

"I don't—"

He cuts you off by taking your chin in between two of his slender fingers and forcing you to look up at him. "No lying, angel."

As if on autopilot, you respond, "Okay, Sir."

The second you close your mouth, you know that you've just set something in motion. You can see the change in San happen, something inside of him switching into gear. He's always had two sides to him—your soft, romantic boyfriend and then the rougher, more possessive side of him that comes out when you call him by that name.

Placing the pipe down on a table, he grabs you by your wrist and drags you inside past all the stragglers left in the living area. Yunho wolf whistles and Mingi and Jongho laugh quietly amongst themselves. Wooyoung, on the other hand, watches the two of you with an expression you can’t quite place.

"You two have fun now," Mingi jokes. Then, addressing the others, says, "Time for us to leave unless you wanna hear them going at it."

Leaving them to their own devices, San brings you to his bedroom. The second the door closes he has you pressed against it, capturing your lips with his own. You press yourself into him, letting out a content hum against his mouth. In this position he towers over you, his frame completely enveloping your own. You don't feel nervous or scared, though; in fact, it turns you on.

You hook your fingers under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against your palms. He helps you out, pulling away from you for just a moment to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere across the room. His lips are back on yours within the next second, as if your mouth is a magnet for his own. You run your hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tensing under his skin. Just having his skin bared to you is already enough to get you moaning; you need more of him and you need it now.

You pull away from his lips to get some air. In between gasps, you manage to say, "Bed, now."

Your wish is his command. He lifts you up, biceps bulging, and gently places you on the bed. He hovers over top of you, messily leaving open kisses against your skin. You moan, giving into the sensation. It's been so long since you've had him like this and the buzz from the drugs is only making everything so much better.

"Wait." San raises an eyebrow as you crawl out from underneath him, hopping over to his desk. You open the top drawer and rummage around until you find exactly what you're looking for—a freshly made blunt. Picking that up and a lighter, you turn back to your boyfriend with a mischievous look in your eyes.

He smirks, leaning against the pillows. "I like the way you think."

Strolling back over to him, you get on the bed and throw one leg over his lap, straddling it. You give him the blunt and the lighter and, as he ignites it, you take off your shirt to give him a good view of your breasts. You hadn't worn a bra today, knowing that he loves when you don't. He almost chokes on the smoke as his eyes drink in your form, so greedy for a taste.

San's about to take another hit when the door to his bedroom opens. You cover yourself, panicking until you see exactly who's standing there—Wooyoung.

"Woo...?" You murmur, the syllable dropping off into a question.

He closes the door behind him and steps into the room. "Can I... Let me join you."

San chuckles. "I knew this would happen eventually."

You furrow your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Woo has always had a thing for you. He told me a while ago. It's part of the reason he broke up with his ex, besides the fact that she was also a major bitch."

"Is that true, Wooyoung? Do you like me?" you ask, uncovering your breasts. His eyes instantly fall to them and he gulps.

"Yes."

You're sure that his honesty and what you do next is partly because of the drugs and alcohol swimming in your system.

"Alright. Join us."

Wooyoung moves forward, shedding his shirt as he does so, before crawling onto the bed next to you. He takes the blunt San holds out for him, plump lips forming a delectable "o" as he inhales. You watch him with hooded eyes, imaging those lips leaving a trail of blooming marks down your body, between your legs... You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought of this prior to tonight. You lean forward and kiss him and, for the second time that night, smoke transfers into your mouth from another's. This time, however, you're more than ready for it. You close your eyes in ecstasy, french inhaling as you slowly rock your hips against San's crotch, relishing in the groan he releases. You can feel him hardening through his jeans and you instinctively clench, already so desperate to have him—someone—inside of you.

Letting the blunt hang haphazardly out of his lips, Wooyoung grabs your waist and helps you move against San who occasionally lifts his hips, adding to the delectable friction that's making you whine.

Smoke starts to fill the room, making everything hazy. With every inhale, the smell of it invades your senses. You love it more than anything—it makes you feel like you’re floating. You reach over and pluck the blunt from Wooyoung's lips, taking another hit. Leaning down, you kiss San this time, biting his lip. Once he gives you access, you push the smoke into his mouth with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting the smoke evaporate into the air. “It’s so much hotter when you do it to me.”

Placing the blunt into San's mouth, you reach down and unbutton your pants, managing to slip them off of your legs without even having to get off of him. With one less layer of clothing separating you, the friction of his tented jeans rubbing against your core is that much stronger. You throw your head back, sporadically rubbing yourself against him.

He reaches up and grabs one of your breasts, squeezing your nipple in between his fingers. “My angel is needy, huh?” he murmurs, smoke coming out of his mouth along with the words. You whine, nodding. “Alright then. Let me take care of you.” As an afterthought, he looks to Wooyoung who is currently palming himself through his jeans. "Actually, why don't we have Woo do it? I'm sure he's been dreaming about how you taste."

Before you can blink, San places the blunt in the ashtray on the side of his bed and flips you around so that your back is pulled taut against his chest. He nods at Wooyoung who gulps, moving forward and lowering down so that he's lying on the bed between your legs. You're certain that, at this point, your arousal has begun to leak through the fabric of your panties and the way his dark eyes take in the sight makes you squirm in anticipation.

San laughs, placing a sweet kiss against your temple. "Be patient."

Wooyoung begins to lightly trace patterns on your stomach as San attaches his plush lips to your neck, licking and sucking at the skin. The sounds you’re making are absolutely lewd, yet barely anything has even been done to you. Wooyoung leaves a hickey above the lace trim of your panties before hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down, revealing your soaking cunt.

He kisses the inside of your thigh once, twice, before finally licking a strip up your core. Your entire body shudders and you arch your back instinctively. Your ass grinds against San's crotch and he groans, digging his fingers into your sides to keep you still. Your thighs close around Wooyoung's head yet he doesn't seem to have a care in the world, eating you out painfully slowly as if he is savoring every taste. You whine and squirm, fingers and toes searching for purchase within the sheets.

"Please, please, please," you gasp in between ragged breaths.

Wooyoung pauses, mouth hovering right above where you need him most. His breath is enough to make you clench, desperate for anything and everything.

"Please what, angel?" San asks. "Use your words."

"Please let me come."

Wooyoung kisses you right above your clit and you practically scream, tears welling up in your eyes. You're never like this, never this needy or this sensitive—it has to be the weed in your system. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

"Please who?" San's voice is deep, demanding.

Your voice is faint, barely a whisper. "Please, Sir."

He looks towards Wooyoung who is still hovering between your legs, lips glistening with your juices. "What do you think, Woo? Should we give her what she wants?"

Wooyoung pushes his hair back off of his forehead, sweat droplets falling onto the mattress below. "I know I'm more than willing to follow through."

San laughs, his chest reverberating against your back. "I'm sure you are. In that case, go for it; see if you can make her come as hard as I can."

Wooyoung takes on the challenge. His mouth attaches to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he adds a finger, plunging it into your dripping core, you scream his name.

"Fuck, Wooyoung!"

Your hand tangles in his dark hair and you can't help but pull, too lost in your own lust to hold onto any semblance of thought. Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind, though. If anything, it turns him on knowing that you're so far gone.

"Come on, baby," San whispers, hot breath dancing across your ear. "Come for us. Show me how good Wooyoung is making you feel."

Wooyoung adds a second finger and before you know it, you're seeing stars. A blinding wave of heat and pleasure overtakes you and you're shaking but, God, it feels so, so good. Wooyoung guides you through your orgasm with soft, gentle licks against your swollen pussy as San whispers words of praise against your skin. When you come back down from your high, you register the feeling of tears on your cheeks.

Wooyoung, finally satisfied, crawls up to lie beside you on the bed. He chuckles softly when he sees the state you're in and kisses away the wetness on your cheeks with a smile.

"It was so good that you cried, hm? You're so cute." Then, turning to San, he smirks. "You ever make her come like that?"

San rolls his eyes. "Of course I have. Don't get ahead of yourself."

At this point, you can barely find the strength to form a proper sentence but still, you grab onto one of San's biceps, fingernails digging into his tanned skin.

"Why don't you show him?"

San's eyes widen ever so slightly. "Are you sure you can handle it right now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, God yes."

San still looks hesitant so you take initiative, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to your own. You kiss him with everything you have, hoping it expresses your wanton need for him. Against his lips, you murmur, "I want you. I want you inside of me, please."

"Fuck, angel..." He groans and closes his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly. "You have no idea what you do to me."

After shimmying out of his pants and the boxers underneath, he reaches behind Wooyoung and searches around in the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom. He carefully rips it open and, after blowing into it, begins to roll it down his shaft. He moans at the friction and you frown, realizing how little attention you've given him. Shooing his hand away, you take over, rolling it all the way down to the base. He buries his face in your neck, groaning every time you move. You continue to stroke him, bringing your hand up to the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and moving back down. He doesn't let you continue your ministrations for long, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop.

"I'm close," he explains, sweat pooling at his brow, "And I would much rather be inside of you right now."

You smile and peck him on the lips. "Okay, I'm ready."

With your consent, he lifts you up and sits you on his cock, pushing past your walls. He stills with a gasp. "Fuck, you're so wet. Wooyoung did a good job of getting you ready for me, didn't he?" You nod and he begins to thrust, making you fall forward and lean against his chest for support. "You always take my cock so well, don't you? It's like you were made for me."

You let out a strangled moan, the praise combined with his actions sending shockwaves straight to your core. You came not so long ago and already you can feel your pleasure coiling once again. "Fuck, yes, I'm yours," you say.

Wooyoung, neglected, takes action and moves forward, tucking a finger under your chin and tilting your head, forcing you to look at him instead of San. "Y/N... kiss me."

You lean forward, stopping a breath away from his lips. "Sir," you whisper, "Can I?"

San shudders as you clench around his cock. "Go for it."

At his word, you capture Wooyoung's lips with your own. The first thing you notice is that you can still taste yourself on him; the second thing is how passionately he responds to you and how eagerly he returns your affection. He tangles his hand in your hair, tugging slightly on the strands. You moan at the sensation, nipping at his lips in the process.

San snaps his hips, slamming into you at a menacing pace that has your thighs shaking from the force of it. You gasp and, unable to keep kissing, grab at Wooyoung wherever you can, searching for support. Your hands find purchase on his biceps and you dig your nails into his skin, too lost in your pleasure to be gentle. However, Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind—in fact, the slight pain causes him to moan.

You can tell San is close by the way his breathing is getting heavier and his thrusts are getting sloppier. You clench around him and he squeezes his eyes shut, groaning.

"Fuck, baby, oh my God—"

"Sir, I want to come with you," you whine, throwing the nickname in there because you know it will help bring him to the edge.

He kisses you and brings a hand to your clit, furiously rubbing it with the pads of his two fingers. "Okay," he pants, "Come with me, angel. Come with me."

The coil building in your abdomen comes undone once he snaps his hips at an angle that hits that one spot inside of you and you impulsively lean forward, biting onto Wooyoung's shoulder to muffle your loud moaning. The spasms of your walls against his cock have San following after you mere seconds later and he eases you off of him, letting you fall to your back against the mattress below.

San places a loving kiss against your temple and turns to Wooyoung, who at some point had taken off his own jeans, freeing his swollen cock. "Woo, come here," he commands, crooking his finger. You frown, realizing that Wooyoung has gone the longest without being touched; how unfair. You reach out a hand, willing to help relieve him, but San stops you. "No, you rest. I'll take care of him."

You watch with wide eyes as your boyfriend goes slack-jawed and takes Wooyoung's leaking cock into his mouth, allowing the other boy to fuck his throat. He sucks him off with the ease of someone who has done it multiple times before, knowing when to move and when to still, when to use his tongue and when to not. Saliva begins to dribble out of the corners of his lips and his eyes tear, but you can tell he's eager to help Wooyoung reach his end what with the way his hands are supportively rubbing the other's thick thighs. If you weren't so exhausted, you think you might have come again just from the sight of it.

It doesn't take long for Wooyoung to come with how long he's been holding off and San takes all of it, swallowing and gently pulling off of him. Wooyoung collapses against the headboard, chest heaving. After catching his breath, he looks at you and smiles.

"Well... this was fun, huh?"

You can't help but laugh, so blown away by the turn this night has taken. "Fun is just one of the words I would use, I think."

Wooyoung reaches out, carefully pushing your hair off of your forehead and the loving action reminds you of a question you had wanted to ask earlier.

"Woo?"

"Hm?"

"How long have you wanted this?"

His ears turn red and you can tell that the question embarrasses him, but he answers anyway. "Since before you and Sannie started dating."

"Wait... back in high school?" He nods. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared," he admits. "You and I had—have—been best friends for so long and I didn't wanna risk ruining that by acting on my feelings. Then I introduced you to Sannie and, well... the rest is history." You punch him on the arm and he whines. "What was that for?!"

"You idiot! I liked you too."

"You... what?" His complexion pales as the information sinks in. "Fuck."

San, silent until now, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him, kissing your cheek. "Y/N... do you still like Woo?"

"I..." You pause, startled. "Is this a trick question?"

He laughs. "No, it's not. And there's no wrong answer. Just be honest with me, baby."

"M-maybe." Your voice is small, tentative; telling your boyfriend you have feelings for your mutual best friend isn't something you ever saw yourself doing.

"What if I said I did too?" San asks.

Your jaw drops and you search his face for any signs that he's joking, but he looks completely serious. "Really?"

San nods. He gestures for Wooyoung to come closer and he does, scooting forward so that he's sitting right next to you. He rests a hand on your bare thigh, gently caressing the skin there and calming your nerves.

"Yeah. I like both you and Wooyoung and you like both of us, right?" You nod. "What would you think about making this a normal thing?"

"Like... the three of us all being in a relationship?" you ask.

Wooyoung shrugs. "We don't have to have any sort of label. This is just something we can try out. If it doesn't work, that's okay too. I won't mind."

You take a moment to think, weighing the pros and cons. Then, you realize something. “Wait… Did you guys plan this whole thing out?” San and Wooyoung share a guilty look and you laugh, shaking your head exasperatedly. “God, what am I getting myself into?”

Wooyoung’s eyes light up. “So you’re willing to try?”

You nod. “Yeah, I am."

"Great!" San kisses your nose and gets up, discarding the used condom into the trash can underneath his desk. He slips on a pair of sweatpants and goes out the door to presumably get some things from the bathroom, but of course not before throwing the two of you a dimpled smile and assuring that he'll be right back.

He returns shortly, opening the door with one hand as he holds two washcloths and some lotion in the other. He closes it with his foot and practically jumps on the bed, eager to not keep you or Wooyoung waiting any longer. Gingerly, he wipes away with your sweat, starting with what's on your face and not stopping until you are fully refreshed. Then, as he hums under his breath, he squeezes some lotion onto his hands and begins to gently massage you, helping to loosen up any tension and soreness you might feel. He saves your abused core for last, making sure to be extra gentle.

You watch with a content smile as he smothers you in aftercare, letting yourself just sit back and soak in every second of it. You used to feel guilty when he did this, feeling bad you weren't doing anything in return, but he's assured you so many times that he enjoys it and wouldn't do it if he didn't want to that you can't help but just selfishly enjoy it now.

Not wanting Wooyoung to feel left out, he makes sure to give him the same routine. Wooyoung is hesitant at first like you used to be but, before long, he's practically purring. Once San is done, he slides into bed behind you and covers your scantily clad bodies with the previously discarded blanket. Instantly, you slide closer towards him so that your back is against his chest and he sighs contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. Wooyoung turns to face you and San, forehead almost touching your own, and you kiss him, making him laugh.

"I can't believe this is real," he admits.

You smile. "Me neither. It's weird, but it's nice."

San hums in agreement, already drifting off.

"I love you," you say softly, chest aching with just how much you mean those words. "Both of you."

"I love you more," San responds. Just like always.

"I love you, too." The same words Wooyoung has always said, but now with a different meaning.

It's nice, you think, having two people to wish you goodnight.

The following morning, you're the one who wakes up first. Wooyoung is the first thing you see, mouth slightly parted and hair a complete mess. You smile, finding it endearing. San's grip around your waist is tight but you manage to slip out of his hold, getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. You open the door and quietly make your way to the kitchen, hoping that Seonghwa and Hongjoong are still asleep. You don't hear any commotion and you let out a relieved breath, glad that you don't have to deal with the embarrassment of facing anyone after—

"Good morning," Seonghwa says, peering up at you over the rim of his coffee mug. You freeze, watching as he takes a sip and then places it down on the counter in front of him.

"Oh, um, hey. Hope we didn't, uh..."

"Keep me up? No, not at all. Not like for a second I thought you were getting murdered from how loud you were screaming or anything like that."

Your entire body seems to burn from the force of your blush. "Fuck. Sorry, Hwa."

"Whatever, it's fine. But, I have to ask... Is that Wooyoung's shirt?"

Looking down, you see that you are most definitely wearing that shirt Wooyoung had on the night before. "Yeah, I... We, um..."

It's at this point that both Wooyoung and San emerge from the bedroom, San still clad only in his sweatpants and Wooyoung in a pair of boxers. San instantly puts his arm around your waist and lovingly pecks your cheek, and Wooyoung smacks your ass as he walks by to get to the coffee pot.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow as he watches the scene play out. "You know what? This weirdly makes a lot of sense." Getting up and putting his now empty coffee mug into the sink, he adds, "Anyway, I'm headed out. You three think you're up for another party tonight?"

Your mind travels back to last night and what incredible things the party led to so, without missing a beat, you respond, "Oh, God yes."

Seonghwa laughs. "Cool. See ya later, Y/N."

The door closes with a slam behind him and you hear a groan come from the hallway behind you. You take a look around the bend to see a very, very hungover looking Hongjoong hobbling his way out of Seonghwa's room. You smile and share a look with Wooyoung and San, shaking your head. Looks like your prediction was right—you're gonna be stuck taking care of him after all.

#san x reader #choi san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #woosan x reader #woosan smut #choi san smut #choi san imagines #wooyoung smut #ateez smut #ateez imagines #jung wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung imagines #wooyoung imagines #ateez fic #my fic

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astrophileous · 8 months

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currently i just keep thinking of derek talking to little bug while bug is still pregnant and bug thinking it's hilarious but also adorable

OMFG yesss hear me out, I personally think derek persuades bug to move in with him as soon as she comes out of the hospital because her place is trashed during the investigation of her kidnapping (at least that was the excuse derek gave, even tho everyone knows he just wants her around 24/7) and since THAT FIRST NIGHT he's been doing this

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You awoke to the sound of gentle whispers against your stomach.

This wasn't the first time that it had happened. You had been waking up in the middle of the night to Derek murmuring things to your belly. The first time it occurred, you kept your eyes shut throughout the whole thing, discreetly listening to the conversation Derek was having with the baby. At first, you thought the whole ordeal was a one-time occurrence, until it had happened again the next night, and the next night, and the next night after that.

This time, it was no different.

"Hey, Little Bug," Derek said softly. "Just checking in. How ya doin'?"

You clenched your jaw to keep the laughter at bay.

Waves of cool air from the AC flowed against the skin of your abdomen, courtesy of Derek rolling your night shirt up to expose the bump that had grown even bigger in the last couple of weeks. You could feel his large hands cupping your belly, seemingly trying to coax a movement from the baby despite Spencer previously telling him that he wouldn't feel anything for at least another month.

"I'm just making sure you're doing okay in there," Derek continued. "Now, I know you've been through a lot for such a small bug, and I know it wasn't easy what you've gone through. But I just wanna say how proud I am that you held your ground through it all."

Your heart stirred at Derek's statement.

"Stay strong and healthy in there, Little Bug. Just gotta hang on there for a few more months and you'll be out in the world. Once you're here, I promise, you won't need to fight for anything else 'cause I'll do that for you. There's a whole lotta people here who can't wait to meet you. Me and your Mama, we can't wait to meet you. So you hang on tight, alright?"

Derek peppered dozens of tiny kisses on your belly. The scracthy sensation of his stubble made your abdomen constrict involuntarily.

"You know," Derek's voice suddenly erupted, "it's rude to eavesdrop in a private conversation."

You opened your eyes to see Derek staring mischievously right at you.

"As long as this baby is still inside of me, privacy is sadly a privilege you can't have, Derek."

Your reply earned an impish grin from him.

"You hear that, Little Bug? That's your Mama for you. A very sneaky--"

"Hey!"

"--impatient--"

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"--and hot-headed woman. But God, if she isn't the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

A stealthy smile slipped onto your lips. "You're trying to sweet talk me, Derek?"

"I'm tryna teach our child to appreciate their Mama's beauty." Derek grinned.

Unable to resist the flutters in your stomach anymore, you pulled Derek closer with the collar of his T-shirt before connecting your lips in a deep kiss. His hand creeped up your waist with a touch that burned your body to its core. When the two of you finally pulled apart for air, the fire you saw inside Derek's eyes was unmistakable.

"Hey, Little Bug," Derek said, bending himself down so he was leveled with your belly once more. "I'll get back to you in a sec, yeah? Me and your Mama got some important business to attend to."

#derek morgan #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan imagine #derek morgan fic #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x y/n #dad derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x y/n #shemar moore #love bugs

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trashpandacraft · 3 months

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I found fibrecraft tumblr after searching drop spindles because my dad *didn’t even know what that was.* And despite having been firmly of the opinion that I didn’t intend to learn it, y’all have me getting ever closer to giving in. However, I’m also growing ever more enamored with the idea of weaving - and despite recently deciding to give knitting and crochet another go - I think it looks the most fun of the fiber crafts. My issue is that I have absolutely no space.

But I’m beginning to realize there’s a lot of different looms and types of weaving. So I was wondering if you have any resources or tips for small space methods and storage?

welcome to fibrecraft tumblr! it's fun here, we have enablers.

i will admit that while i love knitting, weaving is amazing, and is much better with regards to instant gratification—weaving for an hour gets you a lot more fabric than knitting for an hour.

so let's talk about weaving, because i have great news for you: you can 100% totally weave in a small space if you want to, and you even have options for how you do it. i'm going to go through basically all the small space weaving options that i'm aware of in roughly size order, and if you make it to the bottom of this you'll have a pretty good overview of space-saving weaving methods.

the first question to ask yourself is what you want to weave. maybe you're not sure yet, which is totally fine. if you don't immediately have strong feelings about it, though, maybe consider if band weaving strikes your fancy. this is pretty limited in size, but lets you weave belts, straps (like camera or bag straps), lanyards, etc.

if you think that sounds neat, it's worth looking into tablet weaving, an inkle loom, or a band/tape loom. tablet weaving takes up no space at all—if you can fit a stack of index cards into your life, you can fit tablet weaving. the tablets are small square cards, often made out of heavy cardstock, and even with a project on them, you can probably fit them into an index card holder.

inkle looms are larger, and to be honest i've never used one and don't know a ton about them, but they're also used for making woven bands. the looms can also be very aesthetically pleasing, if that's something you're into. they can be very big, but the ashford inklette, for example, is only 36 cm long and maybe 12 cm wide.

tape looms are—in my experience, anyhow—larger than tablet weaving but smaller than inkle looms, and even the larger ones are only about shoebox size. they vary widely, from gorgeous, complicated little looms to a handheld paddle that you use to create a shed, which is what you put your yarn through when you're weaving.

if that doesn't sound like good times, consider a frame loom. these are pretty simple—if you ever wove potholders out of stretchy cloth strips as a kid, you probably used a frame loom to do it on. frame looms are generally inexpensive and readily available, and can be used for small woven objects like potholders, coasters, placemats, etc. they can also be used to make some truly stunning tapestries. while you can buy a huge frame loom, you're still only talking about huge in two directions—it might be as wide as your armspan, but it's still only a couple inches thick.

another option is a pin loom. these don't get mentioned a lot, and i'm not totally sure why. pin looms are shapes with a bunch of pins (metal points, usually) coming out of them. on one hand, you're limited to making things that are the shape of the loom, but on the other hand, if you've been hanging around fibrecraft tumblr, you've seen all the things crocheters get up to with granny squares, right? there's no reason in the world that you can't do all those things with the squares made on a pin loom. or the hexagons! or the triangles! i've been kinda thinking about getting a little hexagon or triangle pin loom and using it to sample my handspun, then turning the shapes into a blanket.

if you hate all of that, that's ok! we have more options.

you could consider a backstrap loom, which is an ancient way of weaving that's still practiced today in many places. backstrap looms are cool because you can weave probably 24 inches wide on them, but even with a project on it, they take almost no room at all. backstrap looms are fairly easy to diy, because they're basically a bunch of dowels, so they can be a good low-cost way to try out weaving. backstrap looms will let you make longer, wider fabric than anything else we've mentioned so far!

another option—stay with me—is a toy loom. there are a number of cheap looms for sale on amazon/ali express/some local places that are actually fully functional looms. recently i've seen a number of people (like sally pointer, though i'm sure i've seen someone using one of the brightly coloured harness looms, as well) who've used them and report that they're functional, if basic, looms. you're fairly constrained in terms of project size, since there's not a lot of space for the finished fabric to wind on, and there's a very limited width, but the looms are quite small and tuck away easily.

ok, but so what if you hate all of those options? don't worry—there are more options! this is the part where things get expensive, though.

as looms go, rigid heddle looms are actually quite reasonably sized. i think the smallest one i've seen is a 40cm (~16") weaving width, which is about 50x60 (20x24") in length/width, and 13cm (5") high. so that's more space than anything else we've talked about, but it's still not a ton of space, you know? a 40cm rigid heddle will let you weave lovely scarves and things of that nature—table runners, placemats, strips of woven fabric to whipstitch together into a blanket, etc.

but maybe that's enough. so let's talk about table looms. some of them are quite large—mine, for example, is about a metre square and sits on a frame that it came with. it is not what you would call space efficient. but many of them, especially modern ones, are very compact, and can even be folded up into something more or less briefcase sized. (weird way to consider it, since the last time i saw a briefcase was probably the 80s, but you know what i mean, i bet.) the cool part here is that you can weave damn near anything you want on a table loom. the less cool part is that for the compact ones that fold up, you're looking at hundreds if not thousands of dollars. the smallest one i'm aware of is the louët erica, which folds down to 42x62x42cm (16.5x24.5x16.5") and gives you 40cm (16") of weaving width. i feel like that's impressively small. you'd have to decide for yourself if that's enough to justify the $500 usd/$800 aud price tag, though.

finally, we've come to folding floor looms. i don't think someone who's never woven before should run out and buy one of these unless money is just literally not at all a concern for you, but they are basically the dream for those of us trapped in crappy rentals, and it seemed weird to leave them out when i'd come this far.

some floor looms are various levels of collapsible. to be clear, this does you absolutely no good at all when you're actively weaving, because you have to unfold them to weave, but it does you a lot of good if you'd like to have a floor loom and still have the ability to, say, walk through the living room when you're not actively using the loom.

most relevant to our discussion about small weaving footprints, some looms fold up entirely. they are incredibly fucking expensive and incredibly fucking cool. the two that i'm most aware of are the leclerc compact and the schacht wolf line, both of which fold up to about half of their unfolded depth. they're still not small—i think that they're both the better part of 75cm (30") wide and tall, so even if they fold down to 40cm (16") deep, they're still 75cm wide and tall. which is Fairly Large, though much better than having something 80cm deep sitting in the middle of the floor.

this was a very, very long post, but hopefully makes it clear that there's a surprisingly wide range of options, and they all have advantages and trade offs. if you're asking my opinion, my suggestion would be to try something—anything—with a backstrap setup and see how you feel about it. maybe you love it and keep at it forever, in which case you're in good company: there are entire cultures that weave exclusively on backstrap looms.

if you like producing cloth but don't love the backstrap setup, or don't like using your body to tension the warp, you have a lot of other options, and you're out maybe ten dollars of dowels.

personally, my next loom is probably going to be a pin loom. unless i win lotto, in which case it's going to be a house that has a weaving studio and like four floor looms in it. but probably a pin loom.

#weaving #i really hope that this was helpful #i get so excited about solving problems that i sometimes go way too hard #but i love thinking about this kind of thing #sorry for infodumping #also weaveblr i didn't forget about warp weighted looms i just don't think that they're super practical #admittedly i am biased by sharing my house with three cats #but also all the learning to weave content is...not on those #if it weren't for the cats my next loom would be warp weighted tho #fibercrafts #fiber art #textiles #smartest raccoon i know #(it's an ironic tag)

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kpopscruggles · 3 months

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The Urge to Let Go - Anton

Genre - Smut

Word count - 3k 😭

Warnings - Mature Language, Sexual Themes, fembody, SwitchAnton, mentions of alcohol, footplay, cumplay, panty sniffing, receiving oral from both ends (in a car), anton is literally obsessed, jakesim is a vv small character, hint of cheating at the end(iguess),

Summary - Anton decides to stay alone at his family's vacation home for summer break away from college. Deciding one day too head and swim at the community pool he meets you. Holding back the filthy urges he has throughout those two days he soon has a chance to have you...he finally can't hold back the dirty things he thinks of.

lil sequel

He decided to go to the family vacation house instead of spending his summer with his family, and what did that get him? Nothing. Anton was already bored and if he would've gone home, he could've been bothering his brother or even his mom. An average person would just take the shit they had unpacked, repacked, and went home but Anton refused. Looking on maps he tried to find anything that could become a staple for the summer till he went back to university. Cafe? he did not want it, Greek restaurant downtown? highly uninterested, Community pool? He could go for a swim. Looked like the pool was his destination.

Upon arrival, he paid the simple five-buck fee and walked in. He watched the lifeguards' changing spots so the recent ones could have a break he assumed. Placing his things down he peeled off his shirt before pausing, glancing a bit higher than face view he saw you, your bare back as you climbed up the ladder to sit in the signature strawberry red lifeguard chair. The sunscreen giving your skin glow, the matching red one piece you wore that showed your figure, the sunglasses you put on to hide your eyes from the sun allowed the uncomfortable look to leave your face, a simple anklet shining in the sun, and the gorgeous red that painted the most pretty feet he had ever seen. Letting out a sigh he caught himself and turned away before you could realize he was looking.

Diving into the water, he felt a small refresh in his skin from how hot it grew under the summer sun and from how he started to blush once looking at you. Swimming around he thought it would relax him, though he could not bear but look at you again. He could feel his body growing warm again; he did not understand why you suddenly had such a strong hold on him. Was it the fact he had not found any female appealing in a while? meaning he had not gotten laid in a couple of months? Was it just the stifling air messing with him? How does the sun make you look? He had no clue. He wanted you; he knew that.

He began questioning himself, why he was weak enough to think about you in such a way. How he wanted to taste the mix of your skin and sunscreen. Your pretty feet too just run against his now growing package, his cock. Oh god. Looking around he immediately reached for his towel and climbed out of the pool, he needed to leave if you were going to rest up there for a good while. He wished he could speak to you but had no courage to do so.

He rushed himself to the restroom while drying his hair, he almost felt anxiety creep in as he questioned if you found him weird or seen him watching you. Getting in the opening of the pool he saw the restrooms, walking that was he noticed the cubby wall for the workers to put their belongings. Looking around he saw the concession stand was not open, so no one was in there besides him and anyone who could be in the restrooms. He felt disgusted with himself, but his cock was begging for him to do so, no. No! He was not going to do such a thing.

"Are you wanting something from the stand?" Anton jumped only to feel his cock do the same when he turned to notice you "I noticed you've been standing here for a while". He nodded because no words could leave his lips, he took a whiff of your perfume as you walked by. The simple coconut perfume everyone uses smelt so different to you. Walking to the concession he looked around; he watched you up close now. Your breasts practically fell out of the one piece you wore.

"Uhm just a lemonade" he muttered before hearing you chuckle then grab it for him. "Your voice is so quiet" you respond before he watches you take the two dollars from him. Oh, your voice, your giggles, he was already hooked deep. He just smiled back and took the drink, watching you close the stand then head back to the pool area he gulped, turning back to the cubby wall he lost it "Fuck this.". Walking to it he noticed the perfume...the yellow beach-themed bottle with the water-blue words "Tropical Coconut.".

Once mumbling the words to himself, he snatched the bottle and tossed it in his towel's folds. Once wanting to walk away he then paused one last time, he wanted to take everything, but he could not bear to let himself do such a thing. Walking out he got in his car and left. His heart pumping out his chest, but his cock felt some relief that he had something of yours. The drive home was so peaceful yet the shameful pervert in Anton's head was not afraid to remind him, but it was too weak to change his mind.

He pulled at the bit of chapped skin on his lips, his throat dry as he stared at the lemonade and then back at the perfume that sat dead center in the middle of the coffee table. His cock still begging to be touched but his brain was still too busy whirling around in circles to even think about how much ache he was in. A filthy pervert. That is what he was or at least what he was trying to call himself instead of a genius for the fact that once he smelt this perfume and stroked his cock, he would not have a care in the world. Holding the bottle now in his hands he looked at the spray nozzle, spraying it above him he took another guilty whiff. The smell now stuck in his nose, he chuckled, this was not a guilty whiff, it was a pleasurable one.

He sprayed it everywhere, his pillows now drenched in the coconut scent, the kitchen, the hallway, everywhere! Even in the hit shower, it lingered enough for him to grow eager once again. His hands took his cock which caused a hitched sigh to leave him. He chuckled once again at how he finally was going to get relief. He was going to paint the shower walls.

Stroking his length, he felt a tingle run down his spine, closing his eyes he let his imagination run wild "Oh baby~ that's it.". Moans after moans leaving him as his wrist allowed him to pick up the pace. His hips stuttered as he fucked his hand. "I-I'm going to cum..Shit I'm going to cum!". A whine left him with each rope of cum that left his cock.

He thought that was the end but smelling it on his sheets could not help but go repeatedly. Loud moans echoing his room at how sensitive he got from overstimulation. Wiping the cum from his stomach he sighed "You return the perfume tomorrow then she won't know a thing.". He had to repeat this in his head before falling asleep. He was not going to let his cock rule out his mind.

He wished doing such a thing was just as easy as speaking it, he once again faced to face with your cubby. Staring at where your stuff was yesterday, where were your things? For some reason he began to panic, he had to deeply think if he left it there would you think he took it? surely not. You'd think someone just borrowed it or lost it. Placing it in the empty cubby, he immediately turned on his heels and walked to the pool area.

He felt a shocking pain between his legs as he bumped into someone, looking up that tingle from his dick was now satisfactory to him. It was you, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention!". look at you, so sweet looking while panicking. Holding himself together he nodded "I-It's okay, just a simple accident" He added before looking at the tote bag that struck him. He had to hold himself together and pretend he didn't want to beg for you to do it again.

"If you were going to the pool, they closed it because a kid got sick" you informed him causing him to nod "You could come with us though, we're going to the lake not too far from here". He couldn't lie, he was incredibly grateful for your friend and what he assumed you thought was her blabbering mouth. Seeing how you weren't too fond of this he felt bad at how needy he was for you and agreed. "Great just follow us." Fuck this was it.

Anton was now quaking once he got in his car and followed you, he was now going to see you in your comfort and relaxation which didn't seem like much but for him, it was fucking exciting. Once you park, he notices it was a small get-together with friends, and two guys who were already there were pulling the alcohol out of their trunks. Once again though, for Anton, they weren't the main priority. You were his only goal, no matter what it was going to involve you. Getting out he followed you and introduced himself to the others.

Immediately one person wasn't fond of him, Jake. Jake also was trying to get in your pants; Anton was far from intimidated though. If it was between him and Jake, then so be it. He wasn't going to lose when the prize was to swoon you over. "So, are you still going to be soft-spoken?" you chuckled making Anton smile "I'll try my hardest not to, hopefully, the alcohol will make me a bit louder.".

Grabbing a beer from the cooler he saw you smile "I can make you loud if I have to" you whispered before taking a beer yourself. Anton was stuck by your words, once again he was growing warm. If only you knew how much you had affected him. Taking a huge gulp of his beer he then sat next to you "You really think so?" he smirked. "I know so.".

The night went on and Anton could feel the tension between the two of you, the multiple beers you had before sharing a bottle was enough for him to get louder and more courageous for you. He could see on your face that you were enjoying him too. "So, do you stay around here?" the question caught him off guard a bit, Were you that curious about him? Was it a sign that you wanted to go home with him? "Yeah, I'm about ten minutes from here".

He watched your eyes widen a little before biting your bottom lip. Fuck, you looked so sexy when you did that. "Maybe we should ditch?" his breath hitched at your words. Nodding at what you said he then got up from the picnic table and took your hand. The others were too busy drinking more that they almost didn't notice you two lefts till Anton got the view of seeing Jake pissed. Anton couldn't wipe the smirk off his face.

"Do you live down here or just for the summer?" you asked as Anton responded with a nod "Yeah, just for the summer. My family has a vacation home down here, so I've been staying here.". He watched you nod as you listened to him, or at least he was. It wasn't until you ran your hand over his thigh "You seem like a sweet boy Anton...kind of wished I would've known you sooner." "You shouldn't let that stop you though, it's only the second day of summer and I could be yours all season if you want.". He meant that and he made it clear as he glanced at you one last time waiting for a response.

"Yeah? You'd be my all summer? I could do what I want with you?". Anton nodded at every question that left your lips, a shiver running down his spine at your tone. The way you talked to him like a lost dog was enough to put him in shambles. That cute giggle left your lips as your hand was now placed on his growing bulge. "I don't know. You don't seem needy enough.

Those words were enough for him to pull the car over, which caused you to glance at him like he was insane. Turning to you, he let out a shaky sigh, his eyes now glistening a little from needy tears "You don't understand how bad I want you, you don't know how much I've craved you since I watched you yesterday...I would throw all of my manhood out the door if that meant you'd touch me and treat me like your filthy mutt." This left you in slight shock and he could tell but didn't care. Taking your hand, he forced it to grip his semi-hard cock. "Please...I'll bet my life away.".

He watched a smirk form on your lips before you leaned closer, running your lips against him he whimpered trying to lean in for a kiss. "If I knew you wanted me that bad, I would've fucked you then and there". "So, make up for it.". Now you both were in shambles once you pulled his lips in for a kiss. His cock now twitched in his swim shorts.

Pulling away you chuckled against his lips before placing your finger at the corner of his mouth to try and wipe the lip gloss off, it being no use once he took your fingers into his mouth sucking on them while more moans left him. "I bet you love this. Knowing you're sucking the fingers that I fuck myself with." Anton immediately nodded as saliva now ran down the corner of his mouth. pulling your finger away you licked it up before pulling him back in for a kiss. Holding your leg, he brought your foot up to his clothed cock, a small whine leaving him "Please rub my cock~". The closest thing you had ever seen, you couldn't help but oblige.

"My feet too? you must love everything about me" You chuckled only to see him nod eagerly. Using your hand to pull down his swim shorts you placed your barefoot back on his cock, the precum being smeared with each movement you made. Licking the fingers he was once sucking on you watched him lean back in the seat, brows knitted together, and fingers laced in your anklet before placing a small kiss on your knee. "I-I think I might cum.." Chuckling at his breathless moans I pulled my foot away. "Lick it up" you added showing him the precum on your foot, and he followed exactly what you asked.

Licking up his precum he then kissed your ankle before you pulled away to crawl into the backseat. Your pussy dripping at how eager he was to follow behind you. Letting him sit you then pumped his cock "You want to cum? Hmm? You should cum down my throat. Would you like that baby?". Biting his bottom lip, he pulled you into a kiss while nodding "Mhm~ please let me cum~". You nodded before taking him into your mouth.

"Oh shit!" a huff of air left him as you felt him run his hand down your back and slip into your bottoms. You felt his slick fingers run against your anus; he must have licked them. You couldn't help but moan around his cock once feeling him push two fingers in your tight hole. "Anton~" Oh god you were moaning for him, moaning for his fingers to fuck you. Anton was already getting fuzzyheaded at your moans let alone your warm mouth take all of him.

His hips shuttered causing him to try and apologize but it was no use feeling the cushion of your throat against his begging tip. His stomach tightened, his breathing was uneven, his cock twitched from how much he was holding back. Anton knew he was going to cum at any moment. His eyes rolled back "D-don't move! Oh god!". the whine being the last spoken word before he filled your throat with cum and his bottom lip shivering with every breath he took.

Pulling away he watched you swallow it before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of his cum and your salvia now sending him into overdrive. Removing his fingers he moved your bottoms to the side "Lay down...". He leaned closer to your pussy, a sigh leaving him as he felt the warm creamy substance swimming through your slit. Looking up at you he smirks before licking his finger only after smelling your sweetness. He was going to devour you finally.

A gasp left' you once you felt his warm tongue against your clit, his soft eyes looking up at you while doing such sinful acts. He wanted you to know that he was here to please you and that anything you wanted he would easily do. Your fingers ran through his dark hair, tugging with each quick lap of his tongue. "Just like that... you're doing s-so good..." you sighed watching the windows fog as you tilted your head back feeling his tongue swirl around your clit. You felt a sigh leave him which only made you shiver due to his warm breath running up your soaked slit.

"Please cum on my tongue, please, please~" you couldn't hold back much longer hearing his begs for your release, gripping his hair tighter and practically pulling on it you felt your stomach drop and your release rush from you. You could hear every whimper, whine, and slurp from Anton as he licked you clean. Gasping you slowly began catching your breath as you watched him lick his lips clean with a smile "Feel good?". The confidence on his face only made you drip more as you nodded. "Best I've had" Now this had Anton blushing extremely.

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The summer went by in a flash, Anton was growing eager to come down to his last week and still not being able to be inside your pussy. He'd text you every night praising you more than any man has ever done, but when Anton came to the pool there was just no courage to speak to him. You could easily say the alcohol helped by getting you both comfortable but at the same time drifted you apart once the alcohol was sucked up and put behind the two of you. You could tell it was killing him inside when you acted like what happened didn't at all. He wasn't going to stand for it.

Waiting for you to close the pool for the day you turned to see him leaning against his car, trying to walk past him you failed as he stepped in front of you "Did I do something wrong? I didn't push you, did I?". You didn't answer and just looked at your feet before backing up at him "That's not it at all I just...It's an awkward situation at the moment.". "How is it awkward? We had oral sex, exchanged numbers, and still text like normal," Anton added while following you to your car, it was no use as he watched you just start the engine and drive off. He was fuming, he felt like he just wasted his time. Getting in his car he went back to his place.

The rest of the week he was packing his things and pulling his hair out at the fact that he didn't know what went wrong. He also expected that once he tasted you that would be it but no, it was far from finished on his end. Putting the last few things in his bag he knew he was going to see you again; he could feel it. It was a gut feeling he knew he couldn't run away from. He wasn't going to run away either.

Putting the last shirt away in his suitcase we looked at the swimsuit bottoms you had worn, he washed them and kept them for himself because you agreed he could. Taking them in his hold he sighed before smelling your scent on them still, he chuckled at how mind-boggling it was that was still possible. "I'll never get over your smell". Whispering those few words to himself he then zipped his bag up. Leaving the house he began his drive back to campus.

Arriving, he was getting a new dormmate, not that it mattered, but he was intrigued. "You are again.", Anton turned to see Jake bringing his things in, rolling his eyes at Jake he went back to unpacking "Awe are you hurt that she left you behind?". Anton turned to him "She didn't leave me behind". Jake chuckled "But she did, Anton hates to spill the news so quickly but she came back with me...She's mine. Anton chuckled "Just because she came back with you doesn't mean she's yours.".

Anton had no care what Jake had to say because as Jake was blabbering, he got a text from you. A text that made it truly clear who you wanted, and it was him. Anton knew you'd miss him too much just like he missed you. Jake may think he won but like Anton kept telling himself...When it came to you, he was always going to win.

I'm in town, you should come by my roommate's place, she's gone.

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willalove75 · 10 months

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Alcina with reader who's just realizing they're gay and is love with her (kinda like not knowing what gay even is until they read one of the books in Alcinas library) (not good with my words lol)

Aw I love this!! Thanks so much for the request!!💕💕

Two Alcina fics in two days?! Well since AO3 was down all day I decided to write another!

Warnings: None

18+ only Minors DNI

After working for the Countess for just over 4 years, you were finally promoted to being her hand servant after your predecessor disappeared. No one is quite sure of what happened to her, there were rumors that the hand servant called her a monster and was sent into the dungeons, another rumor spread that she tried to stab the countess, not being fully aware of her capabilities and was made into a bottle of wine. The most chilling rumor though, was that the Countess got bored of her and killed her for fun. Either way, she disappeared without a trace and would soon be forgotten about all together. It's not like it's uncommon for maids to disappear anyway.

After being the Countess' hand servant for a few weeks you were able to do everything without a second thought. She was quite forgiving the first week given all of your duties were relatively new to you, but after a couple of days you got the hang of it and she hasn't had one complaint about your work since you started.

It's not like all of the work was brand new, growing up in a poor household, you would assist your mother, also a maid, at the various houses of nobility in the village since you were a child. Once you were 18, you were sent off to work for Lady Dimitrescu, partially to keep you safe because the village was rather dangerous, especially at night. Also because the Countess is rather selective of her maids, therefore the pay was good. She seemed rather impressed with the fact that you had almost 10 years of experience at the age of 18 and hired you on the spot.

Although the one downside to the life you've lived thus far was that you were extremely innocent and didn't know much about the world outside the village. Luckily, the castle had the biggest and most beautiful library you've ever seen, and since you loved reading and the Countess allowed maids to borrow whatever books they wanted, you were able to learn about the world outside of the village, learn about history and science and read books you never knew existed. Things you never really had the opportunity to learn much of growing up aside from the basics you were taught in school.

When you became the Countess' hand servant, many maids asked if you were frightened. Sure, the position could certainly be nerve-wracking, but you wouldn't say you were scared. Being surrounded by a pack of lycans that one time, now that was terrifying. Luckily the Countess was nearby and with one swipe of her claws the problem was resolved. But you weren't frightened of her, or of being her hand servant. Truthfully, you weren't sure what you felt. It was almost a nervous feeling, but lighter, you felt that way when you first saw the Countess, and almost as if she could hear your heartbeat increase, she responded with only a small smirk.

Lady Dimitrescu seemed to enjoy the fact that you had this unknown feeling inside of you because it made you very easy to fluster, something you're pretty sure she enjoyed doing to you. A soft caress of your cheek, her hand gently gliding across your back, when she would drop her voice just a bit, adding a sultry tone to it, staring into your eyes captivating you with her big, gorgeous gold irises. All things that would make your cheeks turn pink and make you trip over your words endlessly.

You tried your best to keep yourself composed, but every time you tried, she took it as a personal challenge and tried harder to fluster you, only causing you to fluster more than you normally would. Tonight was not an exception and she continually tried to make your cheeks turn as red as a tomato every chance she got.

Returning her empty teacup to the tray, you begin to blow out the candles in her room, leaving the one on her nightstand lit as always. Lady Dimitrescu sauntered out of the bathroom, you could have sworn she was swaying her hips purposefully, and climbed into bed. You tried your hardest to not look at her while she walked across the room, but no matter how hard you tried, your eyes wandered over to her, looking her up and down. Trying your hardest not to get caught, you raked over her body, her jet black hair, her immaculate hips, her long, strong legs. Suddenly, you meet her gorgeous gold eyes out of the corner of yours and you quickly turn back to your task, a barely noticeable chuckle vibrating in her chest.

As you blow out the last candle, you grab the tray and walk past her bed, trying to get out as quickly as possible now that she caught you staring.

"Before you go, would you please hand me my reading glasses, they're on my vanity."

"Of course my Lady."

Placing the tray on the nightstand, you grab her reading glasses and walk over to the side of the bed. You try and avoid her gaze, but it's impossible. Her gold eyes glow in the dark, captivating you for a moment. Handing her her glasses, her long fingers graze your hand, she slowly pulls away, the sensation lingering on your skin.

"Thank you." She says, staring into your eyes.

You go to open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Satisfied with her ability to leave you speechless with the smallest gestures, she smirks a little. Bringing her fingers to your warming cheek, she gently caresses your skin before cupping underneath your jaw, pulling you towards her. Your heart feels like it skips multiple beats as she pulls you in, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Lips so perfect, so supple, you wonder for a brief second what they would feel like against yours. The moment you realize your thought your cheeks heat in the palm of her hand and your heartbeat increases. The Countess leans towards you, her lips gently meeting your cheek, your breath hitches in your chest and you suppress an involuntary whimper that nearly escapes. Her lips linger on your skin for a moment before she pulls away, looking into your eyes once more.

"Goodnight, my sweet pet."

Frozen for a moment, you didn't realize her hand had left you. She looks up at you with amusement as she lays her head on the pillow. Once you snap out of the trance you're able to squeeze a "Goodnight my Lady." out before grabbing the tray, doing your best to keep it steady in your shaking hands, and leaving.

In the kitchen you find your friend, Antonia, finishing up her duties for the night.

"What's gotten into you? Countess got your tongue?" She teases.

"I-I don't know." You lean in a little. "She kissed my cheek."

"She what?!"

"Yeah, I-I don't know." Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red.

"Do you have a crush on her?"

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"I don't know, I've never- but she's a woman?"

"Oh my sweet summer child, you have much to learn don't you?" You look at her with confusion and she chuckles. "You like reading, yeah?"

"Yeah?"

Antonia grabs a pen and paper and writes something down and hands it to you.

"Go find this book in the library and read it. It'll teach you a few things you should know, things I'm truly shocked you never learned given you've been here for so long now."

"O-okay."

The following morning your alarm wakes you up and you shower, get dressed and head to the kitchen to get the Lady's tea. Bringing the tray up to her room, she's already awake and instructs you to leave it on the nightstand and that she will get herself ready this morning. She also tells you that since it's Sunday, there's nothing she'll need you for until afternoon tea and then nighttime preparations after dinner so you have the rest of the day to yourself.

Once you leave her chambers you head straight to the library and find the book Antonia told you about. "The Price of Salt." You spot one of the chaise lounges off to the side and take a seat and begin reading. The book is fascinating and not incredibly long, drawing you in rather quickly. As you're reading, there's a sense of familiarity with the characters that you can't quite put your finger on, and when the two women go on a road trip together it becomes clear. Putting the book down for a moment, a realization washes over you, you always thought that there was something wrong with you because you never had crushes on boys the same way your friends did growing up. The thought of marrying a man and having children never appealed to you and part of you just thought you were broken since there was never any other alternative option. But you weren't broken, there wasn't anything wrong with you, you were just different from the rest. You were like Carole and Therese, not broken, just not interested in men.

Catching a glimpse of the clock you realize that you're almost late for the Lady's afternoon tea. With the book tucked away in your apron pocket, you dash to the kitchen and Antonia walks over to you with the tray.

"Where were you?!"

"I was reading that book you told me about."

She raises an eyebrow as she hands you the tray.

"Aaand?"

"It opened up a door to things I never knew existed."

"Hah! I knew it, but you can thank me later, go before she gets mad at you for being late."

You get to the Lady's study and gently knock on the door.

"Enter."

Opening the door, she looks up from her papers and stares at you.

"You're late."

"I am so sorry my Lady."

"And what is the reason for your unusual tardiness?"

Placing the tray on the side table, she motions for you to come to her with her finger. Looking at the floor, you clasp your hands in front of you.

"I apologize my Lady. Truthfully, I started a new book this morning and I lost track of time. I won't let it happen again."

You feel a gloved finger under your chin as she tilts your head up to look at her. With an arched eyebrow, she looks at you and then her eyes flicker down, noticing the book in the pocket of your apron. Her hand leaves your face and she pulls the book out of your pocket.

"And was this the book in question?"

"Yes my Lady."

She turns it around and reads the title, she smirks at it and her eyes shift back to you.

"A lovely selection, although I'm quite surprised a book like this piqued your interest."

You feel your cheeks redden and you look down.

"Antonia, from the kitchen, recommended it. She said it would, um, teach me things I should know."

The Countess hums and stands up, making her way to the armchair in the room.

"Pour me a cup of tea, my pet. No sugar today."

"Yes my Lady."

After pouring her tea and adding the blood, you walk it over to her, the book still in her hand. She takes a sip and places the cup on the table next to the chair and motions for you to come forward. When you step forward, you're taken by surprise when she grabs you by the waist and pulls you into her lap.

"So, tell me my pet, did you learn anything from this book?"

"Yes, my Lady." You say, avoiding eye contact.

"And what is it that you learned?" She asks, placing her finger under your chin once more and turning your gaze to her.

"Ha-have you read this book before, my Lady?"

"I have, many times. But I thought I asked you a question." She says, arching her eyebrow.

"Sorry my Lady. I-I didn't know that, um, two women could-" you look up at her, feeling the heat radiating off of your cheeks and don't finish your sentence.

The Countess begins to laugh and lightly throws her head back. Her laugh captivates you, it almost makes you forget about how mortified you feel right now. Admiring how the crows feet crinkle in the corners of her eyes, how her perfectly red lips frame her beautiful smile, how her laugh is like music to your ears.

Suddenly, it hits you, it wasn't nerves or fear, the feelings you've had towards the Countess were anything but that. You weren't afraid of her, you were in love with her.

"I do apologize, it's not often that I encounter such innocent maidens. Especially ones who have been here so long." She says with amusement twinkling in her golden irises. Her fingers caress your cheek and you feel a flutter so intense in your stomach your hands immediately cover it. Lady Dimitrescu chuckles as she strokes your cheek. "Oh my sweet, innocent little pet. Tell me, did you find yourself relating to the women in the novel?"

"Yes my Lady, very much so."

"Did you not know what those feelings were before?"

"No my Lady, I-I thought perhaps I was broken because I never felt any attraction to men."

"Well that is preposterous, although I understand knowing how taboo the topic is, especially in the village. I remember feeling that very same way in my youth until I learned about the other, possibilities."

Your eyes widen when you hear her speak.

"Wait, you're...?"

"A lesbian? Yes my pet, I have been for nearly a hundred years."

"Oh."

"You really didn't know?"

"No my Lady, I didn't even know it existed until today."

"Well do you prefer the company of women?"

"I-I guess. I don't enjoy the company of men."

"Me either." She says with a laugh. "There's a reason, besides the fact that I find those manthings wretched, I employ only women, have paintings of women and statues of women throughout the castle."

"That does make sense."

"I must say I am fascinated by your innocence."

"Thank you, my Lady, I think."

The Countess chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Tell me, my sweet little pet, what brought this up when you were speaking with Antonia?"

"Uh-" you freeze for a moment and your cheeks heat up once more. There's not an ounce of you that wants to admit that a simple kiss on the cheek from her is what started all of this.

"May I take a guess?"

You nod your head, unable to break eye contact with her. Lady Dimitrescu leans into your ear. With her body pressed up against yours, your heart begins to race.

"Was it, perhaps, when I kissed you on the cheek last night?" Her voice was low and sultry, one of her hands slowly slides up your thigh and rests on top of it and your eyes flutter shut. You nod your head "yes" to answer her question, unable to form words. "That's what I thought, how sweet." The Countess grazes her teeth softly across your earlobe, sending a shudder down your body. A whimper-like moan escapes from your lips and you feel a pressure building up between your legs.

Lady Dimitrescu inhales through her nose, smiling as she exhales.

"Oh draga mea, your arousal smells delightful. Is that all I have to do to excite you?" She asks, teasing you.

Still unable to utter any words, you stare into her eyes. You can't believe this is happening, any of it. Lust begins to fill her eyes as she looks at you, you feel drawn to her in a way you've never felt drawn to anyone else before. Your eyes flicker from her eyes down to her lips. They're so close to yours, they look so full so kissable, you desperately want to know what they feel like on yours, to know what they taste like.

"Is there something you want, pet?" She asks.

"Yes, my Lady." You whisper, your eyes not leaving her lips.

"If you ask nicely I may indulge you, sweetling."

"Please." You breathe.

The corner of her lip pulls into a smile and before you know it, they're on yours. It takes you by surprise for a moment, but the softness of her lips, the coolness against your burning skin immediately relaxes you. So much so that a moan erupts from the back of your throat into her mouth. She takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth, another moan escapes as your tongue dances around hers. You're not sure how long you were kissing her for, seconds, minutes, hours, who knows? All you know was that the entire time you felt like you were floating. When did your fingers tangle into her hair? When did she grab the back of your head? When did you adjust in her lap to straddle her leg? You have no idea what the answers to any of these questions are. The only thing you know is that when your lips finally parted and she sucked on your bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, you were in heaven.

With hooded eyelids you look up into her eyes while you gently pant. The Countess cups your face and caresses your cheek with her thumb, pressing a kiss into your forehead. She pulls you into her and you lay against her chest.

"Oh my sweet little pet," she says, stroking your hair. "we are going to have lots on fun together."

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lana-angel-writes · 2 months

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Stucky x reader

You're in love with two super soldier avengers will they make you choose between them or let you have them both?

Note - this is something I wrote for one of my old blogs sorry if it’s bad!❤️

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The hardest decision is when you have to choose between 'two'. It's even harder when it's two people you love with your whole heart. And right now your heart and soul were split between Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. The two best friends loved each other truly but they loved one thing more, you.

They would do anything for you, each of them going out of their way to prove the undying love they held so dearly for you.

You don't even know how it happened, you've only been an avenger for a year. Yet somehow you already fell for two of them. You never chose to love them and honestly if you could go back and change the day you fell for each of them maybe you would, keyword being maybe.

Both parties had their pros and cons but it will always be more than that. You loved each and every one of their individual flaws and they loved yours. You held an all-consuming love for each of them so you decided to not decide. Maybe that was a selfish idea but how could you choose without hurting the other. You also knew you'd be hurting yourself. You just wished that there could be a way to have both of them so you could show them that you loved them equally. After all, maybe there was a way.

Unbeknownst to you the two super soldiers already knew you loved the other. When they first started to become infatuated with you they saw how you treated the other.

Steve would watch as you hung off of Bucky's metal arm at another one of Tony's extravagant parties. To him you two looked like a beautiful, happy couple and he backed away because he'd never seen his best friend so happy. He pushed down his love for you for the sake of his best friend's happiness.

Bucky watched as you practically sat on Steve's lap as you showed him movies that he'd missed over time but he saw that Steve wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He was paying attention to the way you clung to him, and the small smile that played perfectly on your beautiful lips. Bucky would never admit it but he was jealous, he was jealous of the way Steve looked at you like you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes on.

Eventually, they brought it up to one another if the two were good at anything they were good at compromising. They'd been doing it since they could remember. Usually, when a compromise arose they agreed to share and that's exactly where the same predicament with you came. They agreed to share you, but of course only if you agreed too.

Once again Tony was throwing a party in honor of another successful mission. Usually, after such an enduring mission both of the super-soldiers would retreat to their personal quarters to call it a night. But not tonight, no tonight they put on their tightest clothes to extenuate their busting muscles and slightly growing bulges. They knew you always came to the extravagant parties, they also knew you put on your shortest dresses.

Every time you walked into these parties you were noticed by most of the men and even some women. Not that you minded you loved the attention and lustful looks but more specifically you loved Steve and Bucky's attention. You were well aware that if you bent down at all, everyone would get a free show of your thong-clad ass. You loved that you could feel their gazes burning into the back of your figure as you strutted to the bar. “You know they look like they’re about to pounce on you.” Natasha who was behind the bar was also well aware of the animalistic gazes on you. So you just smirked and acted to your best ability to be innocent. After sitting at the bar for a while you felt a presence behind you so on instinct you turned around to find a smirking man you didn’t recognize. “ May I help you with something?”, “Well gorgeous you could let me buy you a drink.” You really didn’t feel like having to flirt like an adolescent teen with this man but you could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of the two brooding men. So you put on your best imitation of a shameless flirt.

After talking to the man you realized just how different he was from the two men you were so utterly in love with. Maybe, in another universe when you weren’t so smitten, the guy may have come off as charming or in the least attractive. But all you saw was a guy who wanted to take your dress off and fuck you for his own pleasure. So, to pass the time and the male’s incessant blabbering of himself, you picture all the ways Bucky and Steve could rip your clothes off and ravish you. You were so far gone in your fantasizing that you had yet to notice the presence of the two men behind you. What finally snapped you out of your wildest dreams was Steve wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Well, y/n aren’t you going to introduce us to your company?” Even though you weren’t looking at him you could practically hear the smirk in Buckys deep voice. “This is um...Dylan...yeah, Dylan, this is Steve and Bucky.” You could tell the man was nervous because lets be honest who wouldn’t be, it’s Captain America and the Winter Soldier. If you weren’t just using this guy to make the two soldiers jealous then you probably would have been irritated with them because without another word the poor man scurried off like a frightened mouse.

” Was that necessary, he was rather interesting company.”, “Really because I don’t think you could tell us one thing that guy said. You were too caught up in that beautiful brain of yours, bunny.” There it was ‘bunny’ a nickname Steve had given you but only used a few times since you had known him. Yet each time it’s used it ceases to make your insides stop turning or the bright red blush to fall from the apples of your cheeks. Just like when Bucky calls you ‘doll’ which he used more frequently because it didn’t come off as so sexual, who knew the golden boy of America was so dirty.

“ Doll? You in there, Steve asked you a question and good girls answer when asked.” If you could have, you would have melted into the floor by now. “Oh yeah, what’d ‘ya say steve?”, “Well, Bun I asked if you wanted to go somewhere more private?” Oh god, was this the day you actually get to have both of them? Now that they were actually asking you, you were a lot more nervous than you thought you would be.

“Oh, yeah, how about my room?”, “Perfect Bunny.”

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As they were walking down the corridor to her quarters they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Bucky's metal was around her waist very close to the dip of her ass, Steve’s arm was slung around her shoulders his hand millimeters from groping her breasts. Once they got about two doors from her room Steve took the initiative to lightly push her against the wall and cage her in with his muscled arms. “ Are you sure you wanna do this Bunny?”, “ We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to Doll.”, “ Please, yes, I want you, both of you.” That’s all it took for Steve to throw her over his shoulder while Bucky couldn’t resist the urge to smack her ass that was now almost fully exposed to them. “ You’ve got the nicest ass, peach” She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her bitten lips from the pleasurable pain that was sent rippling through her.

Once they arrived in her bedroom Steve tossed her on the bed and watched as her tits bounced from the impact. After Bucky closed the door he started to undress, starting with his shirt as Steve did the same. Once they were fully exposed they both looked at her expectantly but all she could do was stare in awe at their erect cocks. “Well, doll are you going to show us what’s under that pretty little dress, or are we going to have to rip it off you?” Immediately she sat up to take the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. “Well look at that Buck no bra it’s like she wanted us to fuck her.” She was getting impatient with them standing there in all their naked glory not doing anything so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She started to trail her hands down her body stopping at her tits to play with them, toying her erect nipples between her fingers. The men in front of her didn’t think it was possible for their dicks to get this hard by watching a girl touch herself but y/n wasn’t just any girl to them.

Once she got to her pussy she started to run her fingers through her wet folds, spreading herself to her clit and rubbing tight circles on it. Bucky couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer so with his flesh hand he tore her hand from in between her own legs. Steve went around the bed so his cock was right above her face, she could have drooled at the sight. She was so focused on Steve she didn’t feel Bucky positioning himself between her legs until he started to tease her folds with his angry red tip. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped but that gave Steve the perfect opportunity to slip his hard dick into her warm hole. “M’ God bunny your mouth is better than I thought.” Bucky started to slowly push his large cock into her tight hole, going slowly so she could adjust to his size. “ Shit doll you're so tight, I could fuck this tight pussy all day.” All their praises made her squeeze around bucky, making him let out a loud moan that made her thankful for the soundproof walls.

When Steve looked down at her he could see his dick bulging in her throat, he’d never seen anything more erotic. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips harder and hear her gags and muffled moans. Once he thought she had enough so she could gasp for air through her moans of bucky fucking her like a feral animal. He always thought y/n was beautiful no matter what, but right now choking on his cock while getting fucked by his best friend was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen her.

“Oh fuck, doll m’ so close. Come on I know you wanna cum on my cock, let go peach.” Bucky’s thrust started to get sloppier and more erratic so he reached down to rub harsh circles on her clit. Once bucky started to thrust deeper, she couldn’t hold back any longer and toppled over the dangerous edge of her high. Once she reached her high her walls started to clamp down on bucky with a vice grip which threw him over the edge. Just before he was about to cum he pulled out and emptied his load on her stomach.

It only took a few more thrusts in the back of her throat for Steve to start cumming. He let go in the back of her throat leaving her no option other than to swallow his seed, not that she minded. Once they both pulled out, they adjusted her on the bed with her back to the pillows. Bucky went to the bathroom to get her water and a cloth to clean her up while Steve stayed behind with her. “You ok bunny? We didn’t go too rough did we?”, “No Steve, it was perfect don’t worry.”

Once she was clean and hydrated Bucky and Steve laid on opposite sides of her. Y/n sighed contentedly because finally, she had her two loves all to herself she knew there’d be problems to be straightened out when the time comes but for right now all she wants- needs is to be in these men’s arms.

#marvel #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #stucky x reader #stucky #steve rogers #sebastian stan #stevebucky #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier

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nrdmssgs · 1 year

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John Price x reader (friends2lovers) part 1

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Part 2

Pairing: Price x civilian afab reader

Summary: you were friends for god knows how long. Johns` caring nature makes him want to protect you from any stress: be it an excessive amount of work and burnout, or his own intentions going beyond your friendship. It's your Bday, and he wants to give you a few days of peace and quiet away from work. And take you to his country house.

Warnings: smut (under cut), intercourse without clear consent (dream sequence), there is age gap, but the reader is absolutely legit adult

AN: I am a sucker for friends to lovers, mutual pining and slow burn, a simple "lets write smut for our beloved Cap" thought has turned to slow fluffy comforting story. Although, Price gets his fare share of nsfw in the next part.

“Put it away, will you?” John grunts, noticing you pulling out your damn documents and a pen. He picked you up from work to take you out of town and celebrate your birthday in peace and quiet. He should have suspected something was wrong when you, who usually stayed in the office until night, agreed to leave with him in the middle of Friday so easily.

“The deal was: I don't work in your house. In your house, John. This is your car, and we are yet to spend here an hour or so. So I might as well work, till we're there.” Your voice is distant and patient, as if you're explaining something to an annoying kid and not to a man much older than you. And it drives Price mad. He doesn't want you to be patient, professional and composed with him. You are almost always that way. He wants you relaxed, silly and grumpy when he is around. He wants you to feel safe, to take a breather, to not hold back. But here you are, going through your papers, as he drives you away from the town. He murmurs something crabbed under his breath and turns on the radio.

When you get out of his car and look around in an absolute awe, he can't help but smile. As you slowly approach the open wooden terrace before his house, he takes the bags from the trunk. “H-how do you have such a gorgeous house and don't stay here permanently?” You ask, as he opens the front door. “If I were you - I'd never left this place!”. “If it wasn't for my work…” he pauses and thinks, “and I could keep you here…”. But he knows better than to scare the living daylights out of you. He is your safe place, and he will never ruin this for you, even if it means keeping a friendly distance.

After leaving your belongings in the guest bedroom, you go downstairs and find Price in the kitchen. You offer to help, but he has something other on his mind. He wipes his hands and turns to you with a smirk. “I have a very important task for you.” He chuckles and leads you out of the house, picking up a blanket from the sofa along the way. A hammock awaits you on the terrace. You may have forgotten about it yourself, but John remembers how you told him half a year ago that on your birthday you just dream of getting a couple of hours of sleep during the day. You tried to protest, but it is useless with Price: when he decides something is to happen - it happens one way or another.

So as he finished tucking a blanket around you and was about to leave back to the kitchen - you caught his hand. “Price, this is just unfair. It's my Birthday, I know, but still. You get to do all the work, and what am I supposed to do here?” He leans down and raspy whispers in your ear, “If I get to do all the work - you lie back and think of England.” And walks away with the most shameless shit eating grin, you've ever seen on his face.

He finds it amusing. How just a few words change your face from distant and calm to absolutely furious. In a second, you snap from that always professional cold personality to his friend, that would gladly kick his ass if there was such an opportunity. Furthermore, such moments just help him blowing the steam off. It reminds him, that he is there to make you smile, not to do all those things, his body aches for, when he thinks for too long about you. But deep inside he admits, that this joke was a bit too much…

The sun starts slowly setting down, when John hears your steps on the stairs. “I'm going to shower. And it smells delicious here!” He hears your voice and his heart swells with joy. Quiet peace of his cabin, your voice finally sounding relaxed, food looking good, cozy warmth around him - this all feels so right. Feels more like his Birthday, not yours.

When you are back on the kitchen, fresh and changed, John is somewhere else. You go to the stove and take the lid off the saucepan to take a quick sniff. “It needs a final touch,” says a deep, familiar voice behind you. You turn back and shudder. John was not into any really fancy clothing and usually preferred to keep it simple and practical. So seeing him in a dark blue shirt, emphasizing his body so perfectly, was quite unexpected.

“Good Lord! Who are you, and where is my friend Price? I wasn't expecting to dine with the duke of—”. Your voice was a bit shaky of surprise. “Cut it out… Next time, I'm wearing pajamas on your Birthday.” John smirked and went to the stove to put the food on the plates. You mutter under your breath, "Well, next time I'm taking photos then," and head to the table under his reproachful look.

John was a pretty decent cook, but this time, he's outdone himself. You were almost moaning after the first bite. He just sat back, appreciating how you're squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head, approving everything he cooked for you. “If you ever consider retiring from your service - I'm hiring you as my personal chef!” He chuckles at your words, his eyes never leaving your face. He silently revels in your delight, taking in every word and little smile. This is exactly what he wanted: your little holiday, not interrupted by work, by other people, by a bustle of the big city.

When you are both done eating, he cleans the table and takes out a bottle of your favorite whiskey. "I thought we agreed that I would do without gifts." You sigh a little frustrated. "It's not a gift, take it easy," he grins as he opens the bottle. "I'm just sharing good old Islay malt with a friend, that can appreciate it and not just pour it down. The bottle stays in this house, so if you ever want to drink with me again... you'll have to come over here."

"Now you're luring me in with alcohol. Very graceful of you, Price." You laugh, then take the glass, he hands to you and sniff its content. “M-m-m, there is such a strong smoke and sea salt in its aroma… I think, I want to try it outside.”

“Goddamn connoisseur.” His voice is croaky as he follows you out on a terrace.

You lower yourself onto the deck and dangle your feet off the ledge. John stands at a distance and silently watches you. There was no trace left of the cold, detached, professional you. You are enthusiastically talking about something, but he just looks at you and smiles.

"Hey, sit next to me, I'm cold." You turn to him. Price walks up to you and sits, letting you snuggle against his warm chest. He puts his glass away and turns to you, breathing in the scent of your hair as you continue to talk to him. He does not want this evening to end, he is ready to sit the whole damn night like this as long as you lean on him and keep telling him anything, coming to your mind. Anything, that happened to him before meeting you, feels small and not important.

John slowly melts against your back, his breath tickling the top of your head, when you say, “Ok, I'll help you clean the kitchen and go sleep.”

Of course, he doesn't let you lift a finger. Not on his kitchen, not today. You are sent to your bedroom, and he is left alone. He just needed something to keep him busy, to drive away unwelcome thoughts. Desires, rolling down his spine, like a lightning, inexorably taking over his body, paralyzing and taunting his mind. He pauses cleaning up and steps out of the house. His lighter clicks and a cloud of cigar smoke escapes into the dark, cooling air. The awakening beast in the back of his head grumbles and hides away.

It's only when he closes his eyes, his mind spirals down a feverish dream, that he can't fight. Your head thrown back, spine arches with every his move. Your lips, swollen from his kisses and bites, gasp for air. Oh, he knows that this may be the end of your friendship, that you may not want to see him ever again, so he's not going to stop. He will make you remember, his cock is going to zero out your whole world save for that painfully hard thrusts. He will make this night count, his fingers glistening with your release, but never leaving your overstimulated clit. “Don't you dare hold back. I'll drag it out of you one way or another”, he's almost growling in your ear. There is not a single trace of friendly and respectful distance between you two left. You're in his hands, on his lips, around his twitching cock… So you bite down your lip and hiss his name loudly.

That's when he wakes up. The sensation of his dreams fades away in seconds, giving a way to the recoil spreading through his body. John curses under his breath, looking around him: it's still dark outside. How can a dream fill so good and so terrifying simultaneously? Thank God it was just a dream, and you are sleeping safe and sound in the guest bedroom. He's just going to take a cold shower and try to not think about this nightmare. You are safe with him, he'll make sure of it, no matter, how hard it gets.

When Price leaves the bathroom, he notices a light on the first floor. Going down the stairs, he finds you perched on the couch with a stack of documents on the table and his reading glasses on your nose. As much as he finds it endearing, he has to interrupt you.

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tainted-liquor · 8 months

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'You're An Angel ʚ♡ɞ

E1610Miles x Halle Coded!BlackFem Reader ingredients: Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! Tws: I don't think any? Awkward/accurate Miles? W/C: 882 A/N: I TRIED MY HARDEST TO CAPTURE HALLE IM SORRYY

"You're literally the sweetest!"

"She's an angel, oh my god."

"Thats my baefy for real, she so sweet!"

Everywhere you went, you seemed to earn yourself a reputation for being a great person. From your gentle and patient character, your calming voice, and your honesty when it came to tough situations. Every one of your friends always said you could do no harm, and always being someone's shoulder to cry on. When people say everyone in Brooklyn Visions says everyone loved you, they mean everyone. So what happens when a strange boy you've never seen before comes speeding down the hallway, looking lost and stressed during your shared free period?

The library doors banged open aggressively, revealing a panting and hunched over Miles as he silently apologized to the people staring at him. You whipped your head towards the source of the noise, quickly locking eyes with a sweet-looking boy as he gave a sideways smile and a nervous 'sorry'. You gave him a warm smile and a thumbs-up before returning your focus back to your notebook, jotting down notes for your Honors Chemistry class so you could actually pass this semester. It was silent for the most part, you humming along to the music playing in your right ear as you refrained from banging your head on the table over some dumb isotopes. After a moment of silence, the boy from a couple seconds earlier sat across from you, two seats to the left as he clearly struggled to control his breathing.

You leaned over the table, gently tapping him with the tip of your pencil. You whispered a small "Are you alright? You look a little stressed, would you like some water?" you asked as you offered him a water bottle from your lunchbox. His eyes widened a fraction as he turned to you, clearing his throat and giving you a very shaky "I'm alright! Thank you." You nodded your head, turning your attention to the library doors once again as your friends came swarming in like a group of NYC subway rats. As soon as you were in their sights, there was a swarm of girls rushing to give you a spine-breaking hug as they squealed things that sounded like 'Hey girl!' 'How are you!' and 'Heyyy!"

This caught Miles's attention, watching as the table slowly filled itself up as your friends wasted zero time in making quick convo, whispering and gossiping about whatever it was that they were talking about. Miles was immediately caught off guard by your voice, having already heard it a couple minutes prior, but just now registering how soft and reassuring it was. The way you muttered small praises and loving nicknames to each of your friends caught him for a loop, and he found himself staring at your gorgeous side profile as you spoke to your girls. "Uhm, excuse me do you have a problem?" Hailey spoke, immediately snapping Miles out of his mini-trance as the rest of the table whipped their heads to look at where the issue was. Miles quickly stammered, muttering a tiny 'no' as you gave Hailey a firm glare before returning your attention to the boy across from you.

"I am so sorry! She doesn't mean it, she's in a mood right now." You giggled, offering Miles another warm smile. "What's your name by the way?" You asked, leaning your head on Hailey's shoulder while still maintaining eye contact with the boy. "Oh-Uh What? Oh! I'm Morales- Ah, Miles! Miles!" he blurted, giving you an awkward smile as you nodded slowly. "Nice to meet you, Miles! Let me know if you ever need anything, okay?" You smiled, turning your attention back to your friends as Miles gave you a small nod. And that simple conversation changed the trajectory of your relationship forever.

Miles began talking to you more frequently, making up excuses to start a conversation so he could hear that soft little voice of yours as often as possible. He fell face-first into your polite and caring nature, learning why everyone spoke so highly of you as he began learning your character. He found himself drawing Gwen in the past, but when It came to you it was a whole different story. He sketched you like something out of a bible picture book, with wings spanning across pages and a halo like the sun as you flashed that perfect smile of yours. He even found himself painting you a couple of times, lively watercolor and paint markers mixing together as each feature of yours occupied his canvas.

He rushed up to your locker, watching as you emptied any unnecessary books or material into the blue metal as he leaned against the neighboring locker. "Oh, hey Bambi! What's up?" you smiled, closing your locker to face him as he gave you a nervous smile. He waved, handing you a tiny folded-up piece of paper before seemingly disappearing twice as fast as he gave it to you. You smiled in shock, unfolding the paper as you scanned over the note.

'pls go out with me'

You giggled, finding his shy and nervous demeanor cute as you placed the note in your pocket. You kind of thought you were already a thing, but it was great to have that confirmation!

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales #miles morales 1610 #1610 miles x reader #spiderman 1610 #earth 1610 miles fluff

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WIP Wednesday - 10/04/2024

Hello! So i'm balls deep in og 911 atm. I've already seen seasons 1 - 4 but I'm rewatching so I can power through and be all caught up to season 7 soon.

Anyways I have been tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere @getmehighonmagic @firenati0n and @wordsofhoneydew thanks my buddies <3

I have a new silly wip I'm working on. I do have other things that are cooking but you've heard it all before so have this:

Alex works at a hotel to put himself through law school. After spending so much time at the hotel he's become somewhat of a serial wedding crasher. One day he crashes the wedding of an odd but adorable couple, George and James. Unfortunately, George's twin, Henry, catches him in the act but seems rather amused by it all.

The couple seem a bit mismatched. One man, wearing a dark green velvet tuxedo jacket that looks as expensive as it does soft, is older and red-headed. He’s sexy in the way that Alex can tell beneath his tux he’s got a strong muscled body. He’s looking at his young new husband with something akin to utter adoration. The other groom is a lot younger. Possibly in his mid-twenties as opposed to the other’s possible fifties. He’s probably the most beautiful man Alex has ever seen in his life. He’s got dark brown hair that contrasts against his porcelain skin, and the poutiest pink lips. He looks like a living doll. Alex watches them sway with one another on the dance floor as he piles more food onto his plate. They're completely enraptured by each other. Is he jealous? Maybe. He doesn’t really want to marry an old man though, even if this particular old man is quite fuckable. “Hello,” a smooth voice says next to him. Alex doesn’t look away, not really wanting to invite conversation with eye contact. Not while he's technically stealing. “Hey.” “I’ve not seen you before,” the man continues. He’s got the same crisp English accent as many of the other guests. “Are you here for George or James?” Alex winces internally but feigns nonchalance as he continues to shovel various foods onto his increasingly full plate. He hates this question and has no idea which is George and which is James and what the correct answer will be. “Uhhhh George. Yeah George, me and him go way back, you know? We’re practically brothers.” The man huffs out a laugh and Alex chances a look at him. He double-takes. The man next to him is just as gorgeous as the younger groom. Mainly because he’s identical to him, save for the blonde hair. “I’m Henry,” the man says, amused. “I’m George’s twin and the best man.” Oh fuck.

No pressure tags under cut + also open tag as always

@bigassbowlingballhead @anincompletelist @nocoastposts @sunnysideprince @eusuntgratie @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @sparklepocalypse @happiness-of-the-pursuit @magicandarchery @cactusdragon517 and anyone else who wants a go

#writing tags

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daisyrb-gvf · 3 months

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Cruising Into Love

d.r.w. x f!reader

My first post on tumblr, but definitely not my first fic. Danny's cruise picture had this story pouring out of me, so I hope you all like it! I thought this first chapter would be longer than it is, but the next part of the story deserves its' own chapter.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: After 3 mundane months of working on a cruise ship, you're met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

Warnings: plenty of swooning, language and brief mentions of f masturbation.

You sigh as you zip up the back of your fitted black dress. Another night, another performance. You love being an entertainer, and sitting behind the keys is as close to home as you can get on this ship, but after 3 months of your 8 month stretch, it is starting to feel so redundant, and there are only so many songs that are approved to perform at the piano bar. The boss wasn’t too pleased with your medley of LL Cool J songs with an audience consisting of mainly 50-80 year olds. Tight ass.

“Just three more nights and you get a break,” you reassure yourself as you touch up your makeup in the pathetically tiny mirror that looks huge in this shoebox of a bathroom.

“Alright girl, I’m off,” you say to your slightly-less-than-pleasant bunk mate. It could be worse, but it would have been nice to bunk with someone who actually seemed to give even half a fuck about you. At least she wasn’t mean. Just…distant.

“Kay,” she replied with enthusiasm akin to a corpse, not bothering to look up from the sketch she was working on. You sighed again, feeling like you’ll never be able to chip away at that wall. You didn’t come here to make friends, but damn, a little human connection would be nice sometimes.

– – –

Your body shuddered as you threw back a shot of tequila at the bar. “Thanks, Chris,” you said to the bartender-one of the few people who will have an actual conversation with you. He winked before flicking his eyes over to a young, classically hot dude. Boyish features, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair…you get it, but definitely not your type.

“Down boy,” you say with a chuckle as you wink back at him.

Settling down at the keys, the audience gives you a small applause as the chatting dies down.

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” you ask the small crowd, mustering up as much enthusiasm as you can. You get a small cheer, and a few whoops from the more inebriated folks. “You mind if I play a few songs for you?” A louder cheer encourages you as your hands start to dance across the ivory keys.

Ooh you can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl

Watch that scene

Digging the dancing queen

The crowd sings along with you-definitely one of the more tone-deaf groups you’ve played for, but at least they seem to be having fun. Dancing Queen is always a good opener, and one of your favorites, so you prefer to start the shows this way.

The crowd cheers as you segue into your next number. People are getting tipsier with each song, and you have to admit, it is pretty entertaining. Drunk crowds are typically great audiences unless they get belligerent.

“Alright, it’s been a blast playing for you all tonight,” you say as you start the intro to your final song.

I needed the shelter of someone’s arms

And there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs

And there you were

WIth sweet love and devotion–

Holy shit. Who is that guy? A tall, dark, and handsome man emerged into your view after an elderly couple left the table in front of his. You miss a note and snap back into focus through the chorus. What the hell? Why is some random-admittedly gorgeous-dude throwing you off? That’s new. You make it through the second verse, but after that it’s impossible to not steal another glance. Your knees get a little shaky as you drink him in, thankfully keeping your shit together in your performance. You watch him sing along as he drums his fingers on the little bistro table. You realize you glanced a little too long once he smirks at you, locking eyes. You blush red and avoid the entire corner of the room where he is sitting for the rest of the song. Oh God, how embarrassing.

The crowd cheers as the song ends and you take a bow before immediately walking back over to the bar…which, unfortunately, is far too near the gorgeous man in the corner.

“One more tequila, please, Chris,” you say anxiously as he chuckles.

“Little flustered there, aren’t you? Wouldn’t have anything to do with that yummy Greek statue of a man there in the corner would it?”

“Shut up, Chris,” you whisper, your face turning redder by the second.

“Mmhmm, okay. Whatever you say,” he says with a smirk before walking to the other end of the bar serving the influx of post-performance guests.

Walking out of the room, you make it maybe ten feet before realizing you left your phone behind the bar.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, debating on walking back now or waiting until the crowd clears in hopes of avoiding the gorgeous creature who made you pathetically weak in the knees.

“Oh, come on, he is just a man. Get the fuck over it,” you mutter again, rolling your eyes at yourself. You turn around and make it one step before slamming straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” you both say in unison as large, warm hands wrap around your shoulders, steadying you. Of-fucking-course.

“Oh, no worries!” the insanely beautiful man replies, dropping his hands from your shoulders. The summer breeze feels colder than it had before as your whole body flushes.

“Oh-um-yeah, okay,” you sputter out with a nervous smile. Good God, get your shit together.

He chuckles, “Your performance was great. We loved it,” he says warmly as a beautiful, tall, brunette woman walks up next to him. Of course. There’s no way this man could be single. It only makes sense that he would have one of the most staggeringly gorgeous women on his arm.

“Yes, it was lovely!” she chimes in, hooking her arm through his as she reaches out a hand to shake yours.

“Oh, thank you!” trying to stay as cool as possible and not show your disappointment, you shake her hand and flash a smile.

“I’m Josie, and this is my brother, Danny,” she introduces.

Oh. Brother. He’s her brother. The relief you feel is embarrassing and you hope it doesn’t show on your face. You sense it does, based on the tiny smirk Josie is clearly trying to hold back.

“Nice to run into you,” Danny says with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to shake yours as well. He holds your gaze for just a moment longer than you expected. Just long enough for your breath to catch as you get lost in his dark hazel eyes…flecks of gold, brown, and green-the warmest eyes you’ve ever seen. He flashes a bright white smile that makes your chest tighten.

“Yeah, uh, you too,” you reply with a nervous giggle, your voice barely shaky. Oh my God, you are so fucking embarrassing.

“Come on, Dan. We’re late meeting mom and dad,” Josie says, leading Danny down the hallway. “Nice meeting you!”

“Yeah, you too!” You stay glued in place for a moment, watching them walk away. Damn, the back looks just as good as the front. Danny turns around at that moment, catching you staring. He smirks and winks before turning back around, disappearing as they turn a corner.

“Real smooth, you idiot,” you sigh, tossing your head back before walking back into the bar.

– – –

You got almost no sleep that night, and it infuriated you. Losing sleep over a man you barely met. Get a grip…but, those eyes-such a warm hue, long lashes, smooth, tan skin, he had a little dusting of freckles on his cheeks and angular, almost avian, nose. His features were masculine and sharp, with a jaw that could probably cut glass, but his kind eyes and heart-melting smile made him seem so…soft. You could tell he was a man who wasn’t afraid to do some grooming and pampering. With skin like that and shiny, dark brown, perfect ringlets of hair long enough to barely brush his shoulders…yeah, he put some effort into his appearance. His demeanor didn’t seem cocky or vain, though. Confident, sure, but not full of himself. Ugh, and then that body.

“Oh, come on,” you say exasperatedly to yourself as you roll over for what was probably the 20th time, trying to relax. “You’re not 13 years old. For God’s sake, you are 25. Act like it.”

You take a deep breath and relax one muscle at a time, feeling the gentle rocking of the ship lulling you to sleep. You start to drift off and the image of Danny turning around to wink at you jolts you awake again.

“What the hell? May as well just stop fighting it,” you say defeatedly, letting your mind drift off to Danny with no resistance. You close your eyes again as you try to remember every detail. His sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, slender hips and legs, but you could definitely see the muscle definition under those tight black jeans. You let out a little giggle as you remember the cheesy little shark tooth necklace dangling on his collarbone, just above a small patch of black hair dusted on his sternum. His short-sleeved top was unbuttoned just below his pecs, leaving the rest of his torso up to your imagination. You find yourself imagining how it would feel to run your hands over his warm, undoubtedly hard, stomach before smoothing them around to his back, running up to his sturdy, broad shoulders. You know what would help you sleep, but even alone in your bunk, you’re embarrassed that seeing this man for a few moments would cause you to slip your hand into your shorts. You wonder if you had met him earlier in the day it would have given you time to shake it off. Maybe take a run around the 7th floor track that wraps around the ship on the deck. But for now, you need sleep, so you do what needs to be done. Thank God your bunkmate is working the overnight shift. It only takes a few minutes before you finish with a soft sigh, drifting off to sleep seconds later.

– – –

Hard as you tried, you can’t help but feel a slight pang of disappointment when Danny doesn’t show up at the next night’s performance, and you feel pathetic for that. This is a huge ship. It’s impossible to do even half of the activities offered, so why would he come to the same show twice? To see you? Come on, girl. Get real. The self-loathing is bubbling up inside you as you attempt to exhaust yourself by running seven miles. Does it work? Absolutely not. You’ve never felt so electric and energized. Any other time you would have been grateful, but not now. Not when, despite your exhaustive efforts, you still find yourself relieving that ache in your core before drifting off to sleep.

Rolling out of bed the next morning, you feel a bit better. The exhaustion from your run the day before caught up to you, and your legs feel like they are on fire. Thank God. Despite the pain, you brush your teeth, throw your hair in a bun, and slip on a tank top, shorts and running shoes, making your way to the 7th floor. Maybe after today’s run you won’t even think about him when you fall into bed tonight.

A small smile forms on your face as you close your eyes, feeling the sea breeze enveloping you as you step through the double glass doors onto the deck. Most people you know prefer to run out on forest trails, feeling the crunch of leaves and soft dirt under their feet, seeing the sun filter through quaking aspens, hearing songs from morning birds harmonizing together. You love it too, but the power and energy that the ocean offers can’t be beat. You start off with a slow jog, warming up your aching muscles, before finding your stride. You feel as if the ocean is running alongside you, the waves matching your pace. You finally start to feel like you’ve found your footing again-literally and figuratively. After your first lap you see a few more people making their way onto the deck. Most come out for a nice walk, just enjoying the view they don’t get to see often. You see a sweet old couple, moseying along hand-in-hand. Just walking silently. Comfortably together. This is a common sight around here, but you feel a bittersweet sort of heartache for just a moment before someone whizzes right past you.

Long legs, narrow hips, mess of dark chocolate curls tickling those broad, tanned shoulders with each step, the navy blue muscle tee giving you a much better view of those shoulders as they flex and move in tandem with his strong, lean legs. Legs that he clearly enjoys showing off based on the yellow shortie-shorts he’s sporting. You increase your pace with a surge of adrenaline, but also so you can get as close as you can to the view. As he reaches the curve of the track at the front of the ship, he looks over his shoulder at you, grinning before picking up his pace. Is he…challenging you? Oh, it is so on. You weren’t an all-state track star for nothing. You grin and take a deep breath, pushing yourself faster, the excitement dulling the burning pain in your thighs. Danny hears you round the corner as you catch up to him, chuckling through his steady, heavy breaths. You’re not letting those long, sculpted legs have an advantage over you. Ignoring the burn in your chest, you surge forward faster, eventually passing him. Looking over your shoulder you catch him staring at your ass. He quickly looks away and out at the ocean. If you weren’t puffing and panting so hard, you’d probably giggle, but it’s all you can do to stay focused and not let him catch up to you. You both run another lap, taking turns being in the lead before you both give up and just run at a steady pace next to one another.

“Okay, I give up,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re good! How long were you running before I came out?” You couldn’t help but shiver slightly hearing the deep timbre of his voice between his panting breaths.

“Oh, just barely over a lap,” you reply, doing your best to not sound like you’re dying, and failing miserably.

“Safe to say this is something you do often?” He runs the back of his hand down his neck, wiping off a bead of sweat that rolled from his chin down over his prominent Adam’s apple.

Taking a big gulp of air that had nothing to do with your exhaustive run, you wipe sweat from your brow and try not to stare at his neck and shoulders glistening in the sunlight. “No, this is my first time,” you say as seriously as you can manage.

“Are you joking?!” he asks incredulously.

A laugh bubbles up at the sight of his adorably confused and surprised expression. “Absolutely. I’ve been running basically my whole life.” Your breathing is finally starting to slow along with his, the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders still exaggerated, but not as fast.

“Oh, thank God,” he replied, flashing that bright smile, your breathing picking up again ever so slightly.

“Bit competitive, huh?” You walk over and grab a couple of towels and water bottles from the recently restocked shelf.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You hand him a towel and bottle and he immediately chugs half of the water, a tiny bit of it running down his chin, the small stream of cool liquid mixing with the sweat on his neck, traveling down his protruding Adam’s apple again. “Thank you,” he says, wiping his brow with the slightly scratchy fabric of the generic beach towel.

“Oh, yeah..uh, you’re welcome,” you awkwardly sputter, yet again embarrassed by the reaction this man is getting from you for basically just existing.

He drops his head, clearly trying to be a gentleman and hide his knowing smirk. After a brief awkward moment he looks out at the water. “Bet this never gets old, does it-getting to run with the waves every day?”

“Never,” you reply, with a contented sigh. “The ocean is the best running buddy I’ve ever had, no offense,” you giggle.

He chuckles back at you, “None taken. I totally understand. I wish I could do this every day.”

You both saunter over to the railing and lazily lean over the smooth, wooden bar.

“Well, they’re basically always hiring here. Want a job?” you ask with a chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me,” he replies, his large hands gripping the rail as he leans back slightly, enjoying the breeze. His damp curls already drying from the salty air.

“This sea breeze is really the only thing that could do any tempting. Cruise life behind the scenes isn’t very glamorous. I’m sure whatever you’re doing now is better than this.”

“Maybe so. Depends on the day.”

“So, what do you do?” you ask, turning around to lean your back against the railing as you take another sip of water.

“Danny! I thought you said you were going to wait for me?” Josie bursts through the glass doors, looking irritated. “Oh hi!” she says, flashing a bright smile-very similar to her brother’s-at you. “It’s good to see you again. You want to join us on our jog?”

Josie is so bubbly and bright. She has that magnetic energy that people are just naturally drawn to. Matched with her staggering beauty (that clearly runs in the family), you imagine that there are plenty of unsuspecting people out there who have been left in a haze by her presence. You find yourself just a bit jealous of whatever genes run in that family.

“Oh, thank you for asking, but I actually just finished up here. I don’t think I have another lap left in me,” you chuckle, finishing off what’s left of your water. “Not after kicking this guy’s butt,” you giggle nodding your head in Danny’s direction.

“Excuse me?” he retorts, “I do believe that it was a tie,” he laughs. My God, he has the most adorable laugh you’ve ever heard-kinda dorky, actually, and you are so glad this Greecian god has been humanized a bit, even if it did make your heart ache more for him.

“I believe you,” Josie loudly whispered to you with a wink, “and thank you for tiring him out a bit. Now I can outrun him,” she laughed before bolting down the track.

“Oh come on, sis! That’s not fair!” he called out, running after her. After a few strides he slowed down and turned around, running backward, “It was good to see you again!”

You watched him run down the track, frozen in place again, until he turned the corner.

“Guess I’ll be losing more sleep tonight,” you mutter with a sigh before walking inside to take an ice cold shower.

LOTS more Danny in the next chapter, I promise. I'm a slow-burner.

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Mondays ain't so bad after all | Hongjoong x reader (smut)

hongjoong x fem!reader - established relationship

tw: smut, extremely comforting boyfriend!hongjoong

✒️ you've had quite a day at work. Basically, it's a Monday and nothing goes right. All you need is to go home to your boyfriend and let him take care of you.

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This day was neverending and judging by the look on your face as you caught a brief glimpse of your camera during a zoom call that seemed to last forever, it was definitely time for you to go home. You had lost count of the calls and meetings you had to attend - probably more than a single human could handle- and your growling stomach was an obvious reminder of the lunchbox abandoned on the edge of your desk, still filled with the meal you had diligently prepared the night before, foolishly thinking you’d have time for a break today. There was just something about Mondays and how everyone seemed to have emergency requests for you to deal with before the end of the day and now here you were, trying your best to cover your yawns as you were forced to attend a video call where everyone just seemed to go through their entire schedule of the week while you’d just rather be home, in the comfiness of your bed, comfortably nesting against Hongjoong’s chest. Your attention was definitely gone as soon a you tried to picture him in his “lazy” day off sweatpants and simple, plain white tee, especially now that he had granted you with selfies of his stupidly gorgeous, sleepy face.

God you loved that man. Sometimes you even had to take a moment to yourself to actually process your own feelings for Hongjoong. Never in a million years would you have thought it was actually possible to love someone this hard. He was your happy place, your comfort zone and everything you ever needed. Especially on days like these when work was getting a little too much. The simple thought of coming home to Hongjoong was enough for you to deal with the last couple minutes of absolute Hell. Without him by your side, you’d probably be crying and dangerously flirting with all the premises of a burn-out.

You barely paid your goodbyes to all the other attendants as you snapped your laptop closed, sighing to yourself as you finally called it a day. It was almost 10PM now and your head was still burning from a headache pills had failed to soothe and the rage of being the only one left in the building at this stupid time in the evening.

Tilting your head back against the mirror in the elevator as it took you to the underground parking lot, your hand instinctively reached for your phone, ready to text your boyfriend and let him know you’d be there soon but your eyes were immediately caught by the sight of his absolute dream of a face staring at you, turning your pout into a smile as you found yourself wishing you could just teleport into your bed by his side and smooch him until you were both left gasping for air. You could feel the beating of your heart increasing, just thinking of him and the long hours spent in bed. You knew Hongjoong was a heavy sleeper and god knows you had seen him fall asleep in the most random places, including a nightclub, without a single bother in the world. An Earthquake could never wake him up when he was this tired, but he was also the kind of man to get bored easily whenever he wasn’t overstimulated and somehow, lazy days in bed were only his thing whenever you were there to keep him company.

You called him as soon as your phone connected to your car’s bluetooth system. Not only did you miss his face, body and entire person, but now you just physically needed to hear his voice.

“Baby… Where are you? I’m bored”

His raspy voice and whiny tone almost made you clench in your seat. That man simply had you in a chokehold and you never complained one bit about it.

“On my way now… I had the longest, shittiest day, I really need some cuddles right now…”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets” he instantly replied, eager to please.

Now you just couldn’t wait to get home, wishing all the red lights would turn green as you drove to the speed of lights to meet the love of your life again to forget about that stupid day and anything work related.

The place was quiet and all the lights dimmed as you walked through the door, kicking your stilettos off your feet only to let them rest messily on the wooden floor. Usually you would take the time to put them back onto your shelf, hook your handbag and jacket on the coat-rack but today, you couldn’t be bothered as you dropped everything to rush towards the bedroom like a child meeting her parents at the school gates.

Hongjoong was still laying in bed, one of his legs resting above the sheets with one arm bent behind the pillow, eyes on the wall as some random netflix show was playing from the video projector. You both had decided to get one a couple months ago when thinking about your favorite days spent in bed binge-watching a show or your favorite movies with your entire white wall as a screen. So far, none of you had any regrets about this purchase even though you ended up missing half of the programs most of the time ‘cause you were simply unable to keep your hands off each other.

“Long day?” Hongjoong almost whispered as you crashed on top of him, your face instantly buried into his chest as you finally let out the longest, frustrated groan. His scent was the most comforting smell ever to you and enough to soothe all the anger as soon as you took a deep breath into his shirt like he was your childhood cuddly toy. Hongjoong had never been a fan of strong fragrances and always wore some fancy body lotion instead, making him recognizable in a crowded room - or maybe, you were simply addicted and couldn’t miss a step of your boyfriend wherever you’d go.

As the sensitive, cautious boyfriend he was, Hongjoong allowed you to rant about all the things going wrong at work that day, never interrupting or trying to make you see things in a different aspect. He knew too well how you just needed to let things out, only asking for advice when you genuinely needed his input on things. One of his hands was already tangled into your hair, brushing it softly while the other was tickling your lower back, making sure to push all the right buttons to calm you down without a word.

When you were finally done ranting, Hongjoong simply pinched your chin between his fingers to make your eyes meet, softly pecking your lips with the cutest smile.

“How are you feeling now, baby? 1 to 10?”

“About 4” You sighed, a little relieved to be home in his arms but your mind still stuck at work for stupid reasons.

“4 is terrible, I won’t take 4 for an answer…” he pouted, kissing you again once, then twice, his hand pulling at your hair a little tighter to deepen your embrace as his tongue slipped between your lips to brush yours in the softest, most delicate way.

“Then do something about it…” you moaned, a little out of breath as you broke the kiss to stare into his eyes. While you could already see a little sparkle starting to ignite in his pupils, your body still needed to rest and calm down first. Over years of dating, you had learned that - no matter how good and exciting that was - angry sex wasn’t the solution to your problems. Sure it would keep your mind off things for a short while and release some tension, but at the end of the day, nothing would come close to the peaceful state of being spooned and tightly hugged by your boyfriend. Wherever it would lead.

“How about we get you out of these clothes and shower first?” he asked, nibbling at your earlobe as you smiled, unable to content your enthusiasm at the thought of it. When it came to taking care of you, Hongjoong would go absolutely all the way to make sure you would go from a 4 to a 10 and while you often praised yourself on being an independent woman, in times of need, you were more than happy to let him be in charge and pamper you like a doll.

Your work attire was pooling at your feet in no time as Hongjoong stripped you both off to lead you towards the bathroom, making sure the water was warm enough before he pulled you into the cabin along with him.

“Is it okay?” he asked, stepping behind you so you stood directly under the shower head, soaking your head and shoulders wet as he grabbed the shampoo bottle. Nodding to give him all the green lights, you couldn’t help but moan in absolute bliss as soon as Hongjoong started to wash your hair, massaging your scalp in the softest way, pressing his thumbs in your favorite spots as your body became limp under his touch. While you had shared a thousand showers before, mostly because you were both in a rush and couldn’t wait for the other to be done, nothing could possibly beat the extra care of your boyfriend soaping you up and cleaning you off the complete misery of a Monday.

As soon as your hair was rinsed off, you couldn’t help but turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him on the lips, pulling his body closer to yours as he locked you between his chest and the tiled wall. There was something about the warmth of his skin and the coldness of the tiles that made you shiver with excitement as you were both caught in the moment, softly moaning into each other’s mouths while Hongjoong didn’t miss an occasion to soap your shoulders up, all the way down your arms, hips, stomach then back up again until both his hands were fondling your breasts, his thumbs occasionally grazing your erected nipples.

His entire body reacted as soon as his name escaped your lips with a moan, his eyes staring into yours as he was now the one standing underwater. He looked absolutely exquisite with his wet, split hair falling down his eyes and a thin water line dripping down his chin, his lips a little red from kissing you too long. You didn’t know exactly how and when one of your legs had ended up lifted against his hip, but here you were, core fully exposed against his inevitable boner as he slowly grinded himself along your slit, looking for any sort of relief. Still, he never went as far as pushing himself into you and focused on cleaning you up instead, soaping your entire body up with his hardened cock tightly tucked between your thighs.

Showering had never taken so long but you felt instantly refreshed and a thousand times more peaceful than earlier as Hongjoong handed you one of his oversized t-shirts once you were back in your bedroom. His hair still wet, a couple droplets falling from his blond locks, Hongjoong was now back into a fresh pair of sweatpants and -to your demand- nothing more.

“What should we watch?” he asked once you were both back in bed and getting comfortable as he spooned you.

“Whatever, I don’t care…” you almost hummed as you closed your eyes for a minute, feeling a little too comfy now that you had his body keeping you warm under the covers. You definitely could fall asleep any minute but still fought drowsiness as much as you could, just so you would enjoy some more quality time with the love of your life.

Hongjoong eventually put on a random show you’d seen before, just so you could eventually fall asleep with no regrets. The room went silent for a while as you simply enjoyed the calm following the awful storm of a Monday, his arms tightly wrapped around you as you pushed your back a little closer to him, only to brush his crotch with your bare ass. You knew there was a reason why Hongjoong had suggested you’d wear nothing but his t-shirt, offering him a whole playground to himself without the struggle of untangling your legs from your underwear. Still, as the gentleman he always was -except for the occasions when you made it very clear you needed him to be rude and much rougher than usual- Hongjoong waited for your greenlight to go any further.

It wasn’t long until you started grinding your ass against his length, reaping a growl against your neck as he started pummeting his lips over your skin while following your lead. By now, the show playing in the background was long gone as your only goal was to have your boyfriend inside of you as soon as possible. Though you didn’t need much prep, Hongjoong still reached for your chin to slip two of his fingers between your lips, coating them with your saliva as you made sure to swallow him knuckle deep, purposely moaning to get him harder. You knew what drove him crazy and you’d never be caught not using your special girlfriend privileges in times like these.

“Fuck baby, soaked already?” Hongjoong half-chuckled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he slowly traced your slit with the tips of his fingers, barely taking a dip as you moved forward a little just so you could bend your leg and grant him better access to the place you needed him the most.

Hongjoong knew exactly how to touch you. How you needed his entire palm to cover your pussy, keeping it warm as he circled your clit with his thumb, almost painfully slow to get your properly drenched. You could definitely feel yourself spilling into his palm already, soaking it as he made sure to to tease your entrance, barely dipping the tip of his fingers until he eventually pushed them in, collecting a long, delicious moan from your lips as he found himself once again amazed with the tightness of your cunt.

He was a patient, perfectionist lover. Always taking his time and making sure he had you begging for more. Never in a rush unless you were both in a rut and unable to content yourselves, going for a quickie in the most random places - Never skipping on foreplay and always, always making sure you came first, as many times as he wished you to.

Pushing your hair to the side to suck on your neck as he fingered you in such a slow pace you could feel every fiber of your aching hole sucking him in and out, Hongjoong started to leave a few marks along your skin, taking an occasional bite as he praised you for taking him so well right before he started to increase his pace, hooking his fingers so he would hit your special spot every time he pushed into you a little harder. Soon enough, the room was filled with both your moans and his groans merely covering the obscene squishy sound of your cunt being fingered into bliss.

Whimpering into your pillow, both hands clenched around it, you couldn’t take it anymore. While his fingers worked magic, you needed more, you needed to be filled entirely and to connect with Hongjoong in a way only you were lucky to.

“Baby…” you almost purred, letting him know you were ready for more, your voice holding no secret to him after years of sharing a life together.

“What’s that, baby?” Hongjoong still teased, cause sometimes he could be a little fuck finding his peak in the way you begged for his dick. You knew he wanted to hear you plead as his fingers left you empty and almost gaping, his palm reaching for your backside as he squeezed one of your cheeks for a while before traveling down from your crack to your slit until you were cooked.

“P–please… Joongie” you mewled, pushing your ass into his pelvis once more like you had been sex deprived for years when not a single day went by without him drilling you.

With a satisfied, almost sadistic chuckle, Hongjoong eventually caved, ruffling behind you to push his sweatpants down his thighs, wiggling a little to adjust himself until his boner was tightly tucked between your ass cheeks, his tip flirting with your crack for a brief second, making you wince at the thought of having him there again and the previous, painful yet mind-blowing attempts at him fucking you in the ass before- but after a painful couple minutes of teasing, Hongjoong finally locked one of his arms in front of your chest and into your shirt to keep you still against him as he pushed himself into you, filling you up to the brim in one slow, single thrust.

Keeping still, Hongjoong rested his chin against your shoulder, his hand palming your breast as you inhaled deeply to compose yourself a little. While his dick was definitely familiar, it still took your breath away everytime he thrusted into you balls deep only to stay there, absolutely motionless.

You don’t know how long you stayed like this, finally sparing a fair percent of your attention to the show playing on the wall as your boyfriend kept fondling your chest while buried inside of you, but you definitely felt thankful for Hongjoong as you realized all of the stress from work was definitely gone for good.

Now all you needed was him to fuck you to sleep.

“Joongie?” you broke the silence with that tone you liked to use whenever you needed something from him, and boy did he know it too well.

“Yes, princess?”

For a brief second, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had felt you clench around him at the sound of his special pet name for you. Then again, anything coming out of his stupidly perfect mouth was an inevitable kink of yours.

“Can you move?” you asked, like it was the hardest favor you could request from him.

“Gotta be a little specific, love…” he smiled, obviously playing.

Now, you knew your boyfriend and every single one of his kinks, from the softest to the unspeakable ones, so it was no surprise he’d ask for you to be loud about your needs and to use actual, precise words. Hongjoong had many questionable turn-ons, but his perpetual need for you to beg was definitely on the “okay” line of your scale.

“Please fuck me”

You had to admit you weren’t much of a talker before you met Hongjoong. Except for the occasional moans and “more”, sex was closer to a silent game to you. And now, here you were, getting wetter at the sound of your own pleas, only because you knew the louder you’ be, the harder he would fuck you.

His first thrust was painfully slow, but deep. Pulling out of you like it could possibly rip you apart, Hongjoong wasted no time thrusting again, and again, a little harder every time, until you were a moaning mess, clenching and holding on to your pillow for dear life as his hands clawed your hips still for more impact.

He kept fucking you to the side for a while, spreading your legs a little wider every time until he eventually rolled you over on your stomach, grabbing your hips to lift your ass up a little. While you weren’t proud of it, you instantly squealed aloud as soon as you were left face down and ass up in front of your boyfriend, your entire body jolting with excitement from being taken on all fours.

“God you just love this a little too much, don’t you princess?” he smirked, his hand landing onto your buttcheek with a smack that could’ve been harder but still did the job.

“Yes” By now, you were a whimpering mess as Hongjoong collected a whole pool of your wetness into his hand as he made sure you were once again ready for him. From this angle, his fingers only seemed to hit your g-spot repeatedly, making you squirt into his hand to his own pride.

“Fuck baby that’s so hot” he hummed, his eyes never leaving your exposed cunt, but as his fingers left you empty once again, you were ready to receive him, your thighs clenching with anticipation- instead, you almost shrieked as you felt his wet lips covering your clit, sucking at it like a piece of candy as he quietly growled against your wetness, collecting most of it against his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth for an agonizing amount of time, making you weak at the knees.

You knew Hongjoong was probably jerking off as he ate your pussy like his final meal and while you couldn’t see it, you still felt dizzy at the simple thought of him bending over on his knees, nose deep into your cunt with his fist full of him. Any other day, you would definitely turn around and return the favor, nothing coming close to the feeling of your boyfriend throat-fucking you. You weren’t ashamed to admit just how much you love giving him head, never missing an occasion to get on your knees regardless of the time or place, only to let him fill your entire mouth with his incredible cock. You were foaming at the mouth, just thinking about it, or maybe it was the way Hongjoong kept on fucking you with his tongue, locking your lip between his teeth everytime he pulled out with the most obscene pop.

“F—fffffuck, Hongjoong…. baby….” You were practically drooling into your pillow now, legs shaking from his never-ending assault on your oversensitive clit. By now, you were grinding against his entire face, coating his chin with your arousal while he kept his mouth open, all tongue out as you used him as a fuck toy for a couple minutes.

Then he smacked your butt, much harder this time.

So hard you fell back with your stomach flat against the mattress.

Flipping you around like you were nothing but a feather to him, Hongjoong was back on top of you in no time, attacking your mouth with the most erotic smooch of your life, the bitter mix of your own arousal and his spit melting down your throat as he grabbed both of your thighs to push your legs up until your calves were comfortably resting above his shoulders.

“You look so fucked-out already, princess…” Hongjoong smiled, a little to proud at the sight of you with your hair all over the place, tits covered in hickeys, skin red from his hands squeezing you a little too hard and his own spit all over your chin. If anything, you looked dirty, but you were more than happy to be dirty for that man.

The sight of him squeezing his eyebrows together as he pushed himself into you again was something you wish you could have caught on camera forever, his face painted with bliss as his beautiful white fangs clenched around his bottom lip, turning it white as he increased the pace immediately. Hongjoong was no longer making sweet love to you, he was fucking you so hard into the mattress the whole headboard shook under your bodies, rocking against the wall in perfect sync with the way his skin slapped against yours with every hard thrust.

It wasn’t long until you felt yourself reaching closer to climax, your hands slipping against his sweat-coated skin, scratching his sides as you came undone. Still, Hongjoong never reduced the pace, rocketing into you until he felt himself meeting you at the peak, one of his hand slammed against the headboard for support and giving you a delightful view over his veiny arms, the silver chain he always kept around his neck slapping you in the face every time he fucked you harder into the wall.

Clenching around him, both your hands went immediately around his hips, pushing him closer to your stomach as you wished you could swallow him up entirely. He looked devilish and exhausted, his face covered with sweat, mouth agape, eyebrows knitted together as he tried his best not to come before you. It was just insane to you that he would look so mind-blowing even in such a state when you were probably a sweaty, red mess, wiggling into your orgasm as he pushed himself into you one last time.

With a loud grunt, Hongjoong came into you, painting your walls white as his entire body seemed to shut down, crashing on top of yours. He was burning up, catching his breath as you felt him twitch a couple times inside of you until he calmed down.

With his forehead stuck to your neck, lips attached to your collarbones, Hongjoong was out of breath, one of his hands tracing your chest until he reached your face to palm your cheek tenderly.

The room was back to complete silence as your breathing eventually calmed down, your hands brushing his drenched hair, untangling it with the tip of your fingers as your heartbeat seemed to match his.

“Fuck” Hongjoong chuckled after a while, "I need another shower".

“Does that mean you're gonna wash me all over again?” you teased with a smile.

“Hold on. Just gimme a minute…” he almost groaned, half-asleep already.

#Hongjoong x reader #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #ateez fanfiction #hongjoong #ateez

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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Not my usual hc for Jake but thought about grinding up against him (or Goo) in the club a couple months ago and couldn't stop thinking about it since.

Jake Kim x Reader: In the club

G/N. Strangers to lover. VERY indulgent.

"It's...boring...in....here," a voice floats over your shoulder, reaching your ears despite the bass pumping through the club.

"Hey!" you snatch your phone to your chest. Seriously, who reads other people's messages? How rude!

Swivelling around, you come face to face with a black t-shirt stretched tight over broad chest muscles.

Huh.

Gaze slowly travelling up to see a sharp jaw, fading scar over his lips, another scar over the bridge of his nose...

To the most simultaneously resting-bitch-face and fuck-me bedroom eyes you've ever seen.

Fuck, this guy is gorgeous.

He can read all your goddamn messages if he wants.

Giving you a smile that is toothy and surprisingly more cute than sexy (although he is definitely not short on the latter), he leans into your ear and agrees.

"Yeah, it's pretty boring isn't it. I'm Jake. What's your name?"

Things get significantly less boring after that.

Sitting together in a booth, finding intimacy despite the sea of bodies. Like you're the only two people in the room.

Knees touching and close enough that you can feel the heat of Jake's leg pressed up against you.

Watching him sip on water, "Someone's gotta be responsible, you know?" and you clink his glass with your juice, "Same here."

Both stone cold sober, though still using the excuse of the loud music to get within touching distance.

Personal space all but abandoned. His ear so close to your lips that each time you talk, you resist the mad urge to nip him.

Jake points over and waves to a group of guys who cheer in unison when they notice him.

His friends, he tells you.

Explains it was someone called Brad that noticed Jake was interested in you and encouraged him to come over.

In turn, you signal over to a corner where the rest of your group are sitting.

Having arrived late, found you already happily occupied and giving you two some privacy.

It's odd.

This guy you just met could so easily veer into fuck boy territory. And really, you've met a lot of people that Jake Kim could almost be, but not quite.

Could easily be someone arrogant and smarmy. Too entitled and expecting.

Yet you sense the sincerity and earnestness in his words. You don't doubt anything he says is honest.

Even his winks, rather than making you scoff and cringe, causes you to blush and giggle like an idiot instead.

Without a drop of alcohol in his vein, Jake agrees to join you on the dancefloor with little fuss.

What can he say? The night is good, the music is great and you - you are something else. Initially just expecting a good time with the Big Deal boys, he now finds himself next to you and with a lot more than he bargained for.

And really, he hates that this feels like a cliche. Such a typical place for casual pickups but the more he talks to you, the more he likes.

So Jake lets himself get carried away by the flow of the night.

Head filled with very few thoughts except for how long it has been since he has let loose and how much he likes you.

If you thought you were close before, the crowded dance floor and beat of the music pushes you both ever closer.

Body pressed to his. Jake against your back. Teasing, sensual, steamy. Connected at the hip. Grinding in time together. Strong arms holding you around the waist.

His head over your shoulder, eyes half-lidded and lips almost meeting yours.

Almost closing the gap until there's nothing in between.

Breaths mingling together and almost tasting him on your tongue.

Almost.

Courage and a wildness grips you instead.

You change your mind; move past his lips, reach up on the tips of your toes and ask for something else.

You explain you're sober. In case there was any doubt. And you never do this. Ever.

...It just feels like a shame to cut the night short.

So you invite him back to yours.

Jake takes a moment to process your words. This really isn't his style but he truly doesn't want this night with you to end.

He says yes even as his cheeks flush with the implication.

He stays until the morning. Until you both wake up together.

Naked, ears still ringing and Jake's arms wrapped around you.

You look at him and realise the club lowlights and even the starlight on the walk home did this man very little justice.

He really is so very gorgeous. The scars do nothing to diminish his looks, adding only a rugged sexiness.

Jake feels your eyes on him, and his own flutter open. Blinking away the sleep and bleariness so he can focus on you.

Ah. There you are.

And he can't hold back the smile creeping over his face when he thinks back to last night.

When you were both lying side by side in the afterglow, after he had pulled his name from your lips over and over.

Thinks how instead of falling asleep right away you both talked and talked and talked. How eventually his lids became too heavy and he fell asleep with you in his arms.

"Morning," Jake grins.

"Morning," you grin back.

At your response, you are rewarded with a shy and bashful look.

"I don't really do one night stands..." he smiles sheepishly, peering at you beneath his long lashes.

So Jake Kim apologises for the topsy turvy way things have transpired. Tells you without prompt how much he likes you, repeats your words from last night that it would be a shame to cut this short.

Jake asks you on a date. Offers breakfast and coffee and to see where this goes.

...And of course you say yes.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism fanfic #jake kim #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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vixentheplanet · 10 months

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afterglow

“just don’t go, meet me in the afterglow.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: You've been dating Shuri for a year. For a year, your relationship has evolved, revealing the challenges and joys of deepening connections.

A disagreement puts a momentary strain on your communication after the two of you fail to see eye to eye. You stop for something that will undoubtedly capture Shuri's attention before your next journey to Wakanda.

part one: heartbeat

word count: 4k

themes: heiress reader, little couple disagreement, make-up sex

warnings: sex

hi 💋 - idek what the summary was for this but LMAO the first time i posted this i never specified how long they were together and everyone was like typical lesbians 😭 BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER 🙄 they got married and had kids i’ll post the last part later.

also idk if i’ll post versace on the floor it doesn’t really add anything unless people want to read it

Since you and Shuri began dating, your time was divided between home and Wakanda.

You were now Esmé's Head of Interior Design back at home. Your father appointed you to the role after you assisted in overseeing the interior development of the Monaco Resort. The next step was to renovate the interiors of all Esmé Hotels one city/country at a time. That entailed a lot of flying between countries to look at furniture and meeting with a number of designers to help you get the aesthetic you wanted. Surprisingly, you enjoyed all the hard work that went into it.

Wakanda was breathtaking, the most gorgeous place you'd ever seen in your life. Shuri took you on a tour of her lab, telling you about its products and features. You had no idea what she was saying, but her face lit up as she spoke, and you enjoyed seeing that spark of excitement in her eyes. She took you to all of her favorite spots, and you got to meet Okoye and M'Baku. It pleased you that she had a support system when you weren't there. Now that you were dating, it made little sense for Shuri to fly to New York when you had more freedom to come to her; she could remain where she was needed.

By the end of this week, you’d be back in Wakanda for a two-week vacation. The two weeks were strictly no work, phone calls, or emails. You were going off the grid and away. You would never expect Shuri to do the same thing, but she always prioritized you.

There was an issue, as excited as you were. You and Shuri were fighting, not fighting but at an impasse. Making your relationship public was a tricky subject. On the one hand, Shuri's response was a firm no. You could understand at first, but as things progressed and became more serious, you brought it up repeatedly, a no. So you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally, Shuri raised her voice, which she never does.

Every couple argues. It's human nature to find yourself on opposing sides. Nobody will ever agree on everything. In those moments when things got heated, your fault, Shuri would tell you she’ll talk to you once you calmed down. Never did you think she would yell at you. In response, you did the first thing that came to mind and hung up on her.

Though, from the outside, Shuri would appear to be in the "wrong," you knew it was primarily your fault. You felt bad for bringing up the topic, but you wouldn't live in New York if you were afraid of otherworldly danger. You eventually cooled off and acknowledged that she had a point and that perhaps you hadn't been as reasonable as you could have been, but a week had passed without either of you apologizing or bringing up the incident.

She contacted you again to ensure you were still coming to Wakanda on Friday. Did she expect you to change your mind? Though you'd be back in each other's company, everything had been tense since that night. You hate it, and the distance wasn’t helping. You changed into your pajamas and went downstairs to the bar as soon as the call ended; it was more responsible than heading out to the club.

There were already people inside dressed in suits and designer clothes, presumably looking at you as if you were insane. Who cares what they think, this is your hotel. After all, you had more important things to worry about than the opinions of strangers.

"Marco, what do you do if you get into a disagreement with your significant other?" You whine as you stir the straw in your second Bronx Cocktail.

Macro paused in the middle of polishing a glass and placed a hand thoughtfully on his chin. "Well, Madam Esmé, I'd apologize."

The opportunity for apologizing had long passed. It was too late by the time you acknowledged you were being stubborn and that something this trivial wasn't worth it; there was tension in your relationship. "And when an apology isn't enough."

“Sex.” He responds as if it’s the most obvious answer.

You take another long sip of your drink. You're not drunk enough to start talking about your sex life in public. "Marco, be serious. I need a real solution.” Sex was tempting, but what if Shuri was too upset to consider it?

The bartender served a martini to an older woman seated a few seats apart from you. You figure she's alone until you notice a ring of at least ten carats on her finger. Impressive. Marco refocuses his attention on you, "That is a real solution. It's a way to reconnect after a fight, indicating that the relationship is still intact and that you still want the other."

"I don't mean to interrupt. I couldn't help but overhear." You look to see Mrs. Ten carats trying to interject herself into your conversation.

Well, she’s married, and at this point, no suggestion was a bad one, so why not listen? You turn your body to grant her implicit permission to continue. "Make-up sex is some of the most enjoyable sex you'll ever have."

“Sex can be an excellent way to reconnect with your partner if mixed with verbal communication to resolve your argument after," she explains.

Marco makes a sound of agreement. “Exactly! Sweat it out before you talk it out.” That makes you laugh. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation.

They were both making good points, but you had one other concern. “And what if this significant other isn't in the mood?” You say, frowning.

To be honest, you and Shuri fucked like rabbits. When the two of you were alone, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. You've lost track of all the places you and Shuri have spent private moments. A limo, her lab, the Sunbird, inside your purple Maserati, which was impressive considering how little the back seat was. Perhaps it was the distance, but every time you saw each other, you had to go through several rounds to get everything out of your system.

You could not believe you were doubting yourself, given your track record. You just wanted this resolved; this issue had you questioning everything and bringing up sex with Marco and strangers. Jesus.

Nonetheless, you needed to consider all the variables.

“You’ll just have to get very sexy.” The woman says, shrugging her shoulders. “Shouldn’t be hard for you.”

True. Still, you groaned. “Ugh, do you know how hard it is to already be sexy and have to be extra sexy?”

You down the rest of your drink, “You two be happy you don’t have my problems.”

“I would not dream of it, Madam.” And with that, you thank the woman and Marco for their advice and leave a generous tip before heading back upstairs.

The next day, you found yourself in a downtown luxury lingerie and bodywear store. You had your assistant call ahead to reserve the store so you could shop comfortably. You didn't need anyone in your business. Amaya was with you because shopping with a companion is always more fun, plus she was probably the only one you hadn't stopped talking to.

“Wow, you must really be in love.” Amaya is watching you with curious eyes.

“What?” You ask, confused at such a random outburst.

“At first,” she pulls something from the rack, stopping to look at it before shaking her head and putting it back. “Everyone thought you were joking about this relationship.” ‘Relationship’ in air quotes. “Because you never brought them around. Then you entered what I’ll assume is your honeymoon phase because you cut everyone off. Then you started working for your dad. You’ve changed.”

When you and Shuri began dating, you were enamored and wanted to spend as much time as possible with your girlfriend, which led to you spending a lot of time in Wakanda, away from everyone. While it is true that you cut everyone off, it was because you understood your worth and didn't want to be around people who took advantage of you. Furthermore, partying gradually faded from your daily activities, and your time was spent on more important matters.

You roll your eyes, “First of all, outside of you, I don’t know those people. Second, yes, I’ve changed. Sorry, I don’t want to take shots off of strippers anymore.”

“Don’t be so defensive. I’m not saying you’ve changed in a bad way. Whoever this is, it must be serious. You're clearly in love. They’re good for you.”

No doubt you're in love, and it was serious, but how serious? You'd never doubt Shuri's emotions, but you can't spend the rest of your life together, fearful of the outside world. It was a complicated matter which neither of you could agree on.

You were starting to feel overwhelmed. You had twenty-four hours before you had to depart, and you had far too many options before you. Everything looked stunning, with 24K gold hardware and satin elastic banding paired with various luxurious fabrics. It's a lot of choices.

“Do you think this is too much? We should just go to Victoria’s Secret or something.” You ask Amaya while admiring a garter on one of the mannequins. Interesting.

Amaya scoffs as if you said the most offensive thing in the world. “Cheap things like Victoria’s Secret are meant to be thrown off. Altier lingerie like this is meant to be admired. It’s an art, while your body is the canvas.”

She calls the sales associates over for assistance. “Let’s start with a color. Trust me, whatever you pick will drive whoever this is wild.”

Something was off.

Ayo, not Shuri, escorted you to Wakanda. "The Queen has been quite focused these past few days. She will meet you in the Golden City." Ayo explains. Fine, you could accept that. It happened in the past, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

However, when you arrived in Wakanda, Shuri was nowhere to be found. The personnel at the Palace recognized you for who you were and your close relationship with their Queen. Two attendants take your things.

"Uh, the pink box is a present you don't have to unpack," you tell one of the staff. The woman nods in acknowledgment.

When you enter the Citadel, two additional Dora Milaje members are waiting for you. "Miss Y/N, the Queen has arranged a spa day for you. These attendants have come to accompany you."

Spa day? “Where’s Shuri?”

“The Queen has business to attend and regrets not being here upon your arrival.” She says immediately. It almost feels rehearsed.

A relaxing day is fun and all, but you want your girlfriend. You put on a robe and a bikini. The facial and massage were comforting, but while you sat in the heated pool, you couldn't help but wonder. Nothing made sense. She didn't pick you up or greet you; now you're being pampered. Wow, she’s trying to distract you. What exactly were you expected to do? Can you imagine going two weeks without seeing each other? You sighed as you exited the pool and found your towel. How can you unwind while your girlfriend is avoiding you?

You put on the robe once more and proceed past the staff, who are prepared to attend to your needs. “I’m fine, thank you.” You say, despite their best efforts to care for you. You figured you would keep your distance and await Shuri in her chambers. You take the elevator to Shuri's floor and notice a familiar face entering the hall.

“Ah, Y/N, it is good to see you. I thought you’d still be in the spa.” Okoye said. So this was definitely planned.

"I was, but I won't be able to relax till I see my girlfriend." You say honestly. You didn’t mind opening up to Okoye. She has always been so kind to you, plus Shuri trusted her.

She hesitates for a moment as if carefully considering her response. "It's not my place to ask, but did something happen between you two?"

"Both yes and no, but yeah." You confess with a sigh. "I know she's avoiding me, but I need to find her and apologize."

"I think if you know your partner well enough, you know exactly where to find her,” Her tone is cryptic, allowing you to determine Shuri's whereabouts. Of course.

You smile. “Thank you, Okoye.” You both go your separate ways after she gives you a slight nod.

Inside, the pink box sat on the rectangular table in the living space. With more difficulty than you would like to admit, you change into the lingerie you bought. The Bordelle set matched perfectly with your YSL sandals. You take a second to admire it in the mirror before wrapping your silk robe over it to conceal what’s underneath as you travel down the hall and into the elevator to Shuri's laboratory.

“Panther, Y/N-“

"You're trying to avoid me." You accuse, cutting off Griot’s introduction of your presence. Shuri is sitting alone in front of the multiple displays, typing away at something. You can see her shoulders stiffen as she turns around at the sound of your voice.

You proceed to list all the things that are wrong with today. "You didn't come to pick me up. You didn't greet me, and the spa was a distraction." As much as you tried to be annoyed, she looked great in her black tracksuit, hair braided back, and the gold of her habitat peeking through the collar. She’s so fine, and it turned you on already.

Shuri lets out a heavy sigh rubbing a hand over her face. “I know. I’m sorry, my love.”

“I wanted to give you some space. I'm ashamed of how I spoke to you, and I wanted to do something nice."

Your heart ached as you saw Shuri's pained expression and realized how guilty she felt. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't recognize how your argument affected her.

"I've been putting something together for you." She motions to the panoramic screen as if you comprehend anything on it. You'll ask afterward. "I planned on finishing it before dinner so I could properly apologize, but I see my actions have made matters worse."

You sit on one of the empty surfaces making sure to keep everything intact. With a crooked finger, you beckon Shuri over, and she comes, stopping right in front of you but not close enough. “We can talk about it later. Right now, I don’t want space. I want you.”

You take her hand in yours, putting it underneath your robe so her fingers can brush against the garters on your thigh. Shuri bites her lower lip. “You have five minutes to join me in your bedroom, or the next two weeks will be hell when you can only look but not touch.” With that, you remove Shuri's hand. Her eyes widen at your boldness before smirking, and her pupils dilate, signifying arousal.

It took everything you had to get up from the lab table and walk away from her. As much as you didn't want to, you knew you had to. "Five minutes, Shuri," you call out.

With that, you left, making the journey back to Shuri’s bedroom. You hadn't even gotten past the entryway when you felt a pair of arms lift you from behind. "How long was that?" Shuri whispers into your ear. All you can do is giggle as she carries you inside and places you softly on the bed. She watches you curiously from a distance.

“Want to show me what’s hiding under that robe?” You smirk, making a show of untying the knot in the front and letting the satin fall open and slip down your shoulders. Shuri bites her lip, her eyes roaming all over your body. Your body truly is the canvas showcasing the art of the intricate designs of this atelier body wear.

“Griot,” Shuri called to the AI, flinging off the jacket to her tracksuit. “Please inform everyone in the Palace I will not be disturbed for the rest of the evening.”

“Yes, Panther.”

“All this for me?” She asks, placing her kimoyo beads on the side table.

“Only for you.” You tell her biting your lip.

Shuri comes back in front of the bed. “You look so beautiful, angel.”

You raise your eyebrow. “Are you just going to stare?” She was taunting you, and god, you needed her now.

“I’m just admiring how gorgeous you look before I ruin you.” And that does. You moan while the moisture between your legs grows. The power she has on you, and she hasn't even touched you.

Shuri spent the first part of your evening activities between your legs, using her tongue to coax some of the most delightful screams out of you. You had no idea how long this had been going on; your mind clouded. Shuri adored the sounds you created so much that once was never enough. She took her time taking you apart. Her warm, wet tongue spread you open and greedily soaked up everything your body had to offer.

“Baby,” Your fingers rest on top of her head as your breath hitches. You weren't sure whether to push her away or fully surrender to the pleasure again as she sucked and licked all your most sensitive spots.

Shuri wouldn't let you go when the sensation finally became too much for you. You attempted to escape, but she grabbed hold of the elastic straps that covered your thighs and dragged you back. The flutter in your abdomen grows into a warm pressure, and you know you're coming again.

On instinct, your thighs close around Shuri’s head. She slaps your legs as a warning, and you let go, leaving them parted. As if to reward you, your girlfriend slips two fingers inside you, finding a rhythm that creates the right amount of pressure.

You have another moment of euphoric bliss as you grind down on Shuri's face and fingers. Shuri's palm has a solid hold on your trembling thigh, but it's spread just enough that it doesn't restrict her access. She doesn't stop until you're gasping for air, and you can only say her name as if it were a prayer.

Instead of getting up, she licks her way up your body, and a trail of moisture follows behind her tongue as she stops at your lips. You waste no time bringing her lips to yours, tasting yourself on her lips. Intoxicating.

When it comes time for you to take charge, you're still a little dazed and sensitive. Shuri is relaxed and lets you do all the work as you sink into the strap. With the strap being designed to fit inside you, the stimulation is instant. Not only was it ideal for you, but Shuri created it to provide the optimal pressure level for your girlfriend, which you can control based on the pace and depth of your movement.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Shuri encourages you while you ride her. As you bounce up and down, you place your hands on the bed above Shuri's head for leverage. Shuri breaks your rhythm when she pulls you close to her.

Even though the bra is sheer, she tugs it down just enough to expose one of your breasts and begins sucking on the nipple. You groan at the suction. Your new position forces you to change your movement, slowly swirling your hips. "Fuck," you gasp, overwhelmed. You sense another climax near and decide to shift angles.

Leaning back slightly, you press both palms on Shuri's thighs behind you. “Mmm, such a good girl.” Shuri groans. The praise makes you throw your head back and work harder.

Your hips stutter as you cry out. The feeling is too strong, and you know your body will stop you, rejecting the possibility of another orgasm. Shuri draws you back to her as if she understands your hesitation.

"Baby, come here." Shuri rises and brings you in closer. You wrap your legs around her waist. Your arms encircle her, and you nuzzle her neck with your face. It was the closeness you had been desperately craving. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t speak anymore.

Shuri guided your hips to create a steady and consistent rhythm. It was slow, but you could feel the warmth increasing with each rock of your hips. Your entire body quivered. “You did so well.” Then she tells you how beautiful you are and how hard you've worked.

“Are you going to come again for me?” You nod.

"You don't have to say anything, but you have to look at me." Shuri rasped, her breath heavy as you let out gentle gasps as you felt her moving inside of you, the heat flowing through your body again, and you wanted to cry. It's way too good.

You lift your head from her neck and stare into Shuri's dilated pupils. Everything is heightened because you can see the intensity in her chocolate-colored eyes and how fixated she is on you. This position is less physically demanding, enabling you both to concentrate on how the pressure is affecting you.

When you come, your sighs become moans, then screams, as the hand on your waist rocks you back and forth faster and faster, driving you further into oblivion. It's pure desperation. Your head is flung backward, and your spine arches as your body spasms. When Shuri comes, the hand guiding you freezes as a loud shout of your name fills the room.

As you melt into Shuri's arms, your body becomes light. The intense orgasm and overwhelming intimacy take you over the edge, and you find yourself crying. "I know, baby," Shuri replies as she strokes your back. "You did amazing."

It takes a few minutes for you to let Shuri separate from you so she can get you both comfortable. It was a normal part of your routine to practice aftercare, but today you found yourself overcome by emotion. When Shuri returns, she removes the remainder of your garments and wraps you in her arms.

Later, when your bodies are intertwined under the tangled sheets, you start talking. You look at Shuri and whisper, "Hi," to find her looking down at you with such tender eyes.

“Hi,” she says, kissing your forehead.

Though you regained your voice, the rush of the orgasm has you fuzzy, so you speak whatever comes to mind. "I'll never have sex with anyone but you." Shuri laughs and shakes her head slightly.

"I hope so," she replies, reaching out a hand to caress the side of your face. "I apologize, my love."

"I'm sorry too." You pout because you adore her.

Shuri intertwines your fingers and brings your hand to her lips, leaving a warm kiss on the skin. "I love you, and your safety is something I will never bargain with. That's why I got angry, but I shouldn't have yelled at you."

“But, I realized instead of saying no, there are other options. So, when you're ready, I'd like you to live here with me." Shuri says it plainly as if she isn't proposing that you spend the rest of your life with her without a ring.

“What?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

"I know you want to make our love public, but I can't protect you if we're thousands of miles apart. I'll know you're safe if you live here." Not only does Shuri agree to publicize your relationship, but she's also asking you to move in with her in exchange. Did your orgasm transcend you to a parallel universe?

“I was working on an A.I. for you. If you agreed to live here primarily, I wouldn't expect you never to leave, but significant security precautions would be put in place. Non-negotiable.” She watches you, waiting for a response.

You don't realize how much you're grinning until your cheeks ache. "I'm going to require a closet with an elevator." Shuri rolls her eyes and leans in, your lips joining for a kiss sweeter than any you've shared tonight.

"You can have whatever you want, angel."

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