#probably whispers in spanish that he could fuck you better
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Alejandro and price tag teaming reader?
CALL THAT A TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE!!
Summary: Price needs to blow off steam in his favorite way, but the two of you are interrupted by Alejandro.
"That's it, love- you're so fucking tight," Price has you up against a wall in some forgotten supply bay at the Los Vaqueros base. He's fucking you like his life depends on it, his gruff voice ever-present in your ear.
It's how he prefers to blow off steam- fucking and drinking. But-
"But these 'Vaqueros' drink that tequila piss and I need bourbon."
So, fucking it is.
"John," you whine his name and he chuckles, threading his thick fingers into your hair and tugging gently.
"What do you need?"
"Harder-"
"Ask nicely."
"Please!" you manage to whimper and his change in thrusts is instant at the sound of your pathetic plea.
Your face feels warm, your legs weak. You're so close to the edge, teetering on the verge as he drives at you, shoving your face against the cold metal of the wall and grasping your hips for leverage.
When he stops, it's suddenly, and you open your mouth to protest before you're cut off.
"Shhh, love, I think we have company."
Your stomach drops as the figure of Alejandro Vargas looms into sight out of the shadows.
"Can I help you, Vargas?" Price asks smugly, still buried to the hilt inside you.
Your face is hot with embarrassment. You want nothing more than to push Price away and sprint into the shadows. To disappear completely. Perhaps to sink into the floor and cease to exist.
"Maybe," Alejandro bites his tongue as he considers the sight in front of him. Something in his expression is unreadable, but the faint hint of want meanders across his face for a moment.
He should be furious with Price, with you. Disrespecting his base, disrespecting him- but he doesn't look like he is.
Is he...?
Before you can finish the thought, Price laughs and asks the question for you, "What? You want a turn?"
You glance up at him, but his eyes are locked on Alejandro's, his grip loosening slightly on your waist.
"Well?" the prompt snaps the Vaquero out of his trance.
"Yo ha-"
"English, Vargas," Price snaps, you jump, and Alejandro stumbles over his words for a moment before answering.
"Yes," he almost seems embarrassed for a moment by his own eagerness, but it's quickly replaced by a poker face once more.
"You okay with that?" Price lowers his voice and catches your gaze, his expression concerned, "Want to let the 'Vaquero' have a turn?"
This is new. Out of character for him. You glance at Alejandro- the look on his face is halfway between need and hesitancy.
"Well?" Price cocks his head, "Don't keep the man waiting."
"I'm okay with it," you respond quietly and he pulls out of you slowly. The sudden emptiness makes you huff as he fishes something out of his pocket and tosses it to Alejandro.
"You put that on, or you don't touch her. Understand?"
Alejandro nods and you feel compelled to look away as he frees himself from his fatigues and slips the condom on.
He's bigger than you expected.
Price watches him carefully, analyzing his every move. Occasionally, he glances at you, searching for a sign that you've changed your mind.
It doesn't come.
So instead, he settles for observing as the Vaquero runs a gentle hand down your back and lines himself up with you.
When Alejandro takes hold of your hips and pushes inside you, he hisses, squeezes his eyes shut and lets a string of Spanish curses fall from his lips.
You wonder for a moment if he's ever going to move.
When he does, it's your turn to curse- "Ah, fuck-" he's hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.
Price feels a pang of jealousy at the sound, thinks for a moment of shoving him away from you.
He resists the urge.
"You feel so good, hermosa," Alejandro is panting, his voice hoarse, "He's lucky," he jerks his head toward Price, who smirks in response.
The sound of him fucking you is obscene, echoing along with your panted breaths and whimpers. Alejandro could listen to you all day long- he wants you to scream his name, to beg him to fuck you. He wants you to think of him every time Price fucks you.
"Alejandro!" you cry out as you come around him, nearly losing your footing when the tension snaps. You splay your hands on the cold wall in front of you to keep yourself on your feet.
Music to his fucking ears.
His grip on your hips tightens as he fucks you through your orgasm, pushing you well past the threshold of bearable in pursuit of his own high.
When he comes, it's with another hiss of Spanish curses. The room is a blur as he pulls out of you and it takes everything in your power not to simply slide down to the floor to relieve your weak knees.
"Did you like that?" Price sounds as if he's speaking to you through a tunnel.
Alejandro has already departed, leaving the two of you alone in the room. You pause to hope that he is tight-lipped about this encounter. The last thing you need is Los Vaqueros whispering behind their hands about you.
"Yes," you pant and he chuckles, offering you a hand to help you upright.
"Don't get used to it."
You sense a twinge of jealousy in his voice.
#alejandro vargas x reader#john price x reader#thank u anon for this incredible ask#it watered my crops and cured my scoliosis#also i just think that alejo would be jealous of price bc of reader#hes doing some pining#takes price's sloppy seconds just to have a moment with you#probably whispers in spanish that he could fuck you better#ooh baby
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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, & 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
↳ warnings: mentions of self depreciating thoughts
↳ song: be nice to me—the front bottoms
masterlist!
𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨
• He is the best at assuring you that you're beautiful; no matter the time of day. Flattery is one of his love languages after all
• Whispers sweet nothings to you as he hugs you from behind, doing his best to squash each and every negative thought that pops up
• Most of what he says is in his mother tounge. It's a lot easier for Alejandro to spill his heart out to you that way. If you know spanish, he just smiles as he buries his face in your neck—placing soft kisses along your skin. If not, he'll gently translate it with just as much love as the first times
• Even though he might be a villian, Alejandro wont stand to see anyone put you down. Anyone. Not Heather, Duncan, Mal, Chris; you name it. He'll shut them down with a quick witted quip, tight smile conveying his true emotions
• Is adamant that is he doesn't win the game, he wants you to. After all how could you not? You're smart and courageous and stunning and—
• "Okay okay Al. I get it." You shook your head playfully, sighing
• You're the only one that gets to call him that. It's the only way he won't shiver when he hears the nickname. Plus he likes how it sounds coming from you
• "Anything for you amore."
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞
• Mike is in absolute disbelief that you'd ever think you were anything short of amazing. I mean, really? You of all people thinking thst you don't measure up to others? Impossible. He just doesn't understand
• Mike is comforting in the aspect that he doesn't get it. One of the reasons he has a giant crush on you in the first place is, well, literally everything about you
• He adores you, and will go on small tangents about all the things he loves about you without even noticing
• "—and I mean don't even get me started on your kindness!" Mike laughed with heat tinting the top of his ears. He had been talking for quite some time now, not noticing that you had been staring at him with a greatful shine in your eyes
• Once you sit down and explain that it's a mental state, he just sort of goes. Oh. And then proceeds to hug you tightly. And I mean tightly. This guy has some strength on him—we've all seen how he nearly crushed Cameron that one time
• "I'll always be here for you!" He titters happily. "I think you're amazing no matter what!"
• Probably calls you awesome sauce anytime he notices you feeling down. It's so ridiculous that it just manages to cheer you up everytime
𝐌𝐚𝐥
• Durring All Stars, all Mal can think about is winning. He doesn't have time for pesky emotions like all the other peons. It'd just slow him down
• "Why do I care if they feel like dirt. It's not my problem they can't keep their eyes on the prize." Mal frowns at the confessional camera deeply. Normally, he'd be downright gleeful at the prospect of someone being thrown off their game. But he can only bring himself to glower
• For the sake up keeping up appearances, and only for the sake of keeping up appearances, he'll approach you this one time
• "Hey there buddy!" He dragged out the y in hey, hair flipped up on his forehead to look like Mike. "What's wrong?"
• Tells himself that he's only doing this to blackmail you later
• Cameras later cut to another one of Mals' confessionals. This time, he refuses to make eye contact with the lense
• "Maybe I helped them feel a little better. So fucking what." He glares. "It's not like I care or anything. Because I don't." Mal makes sure to emphasize that last sentence deeply
• He doesn't seem to mean it
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐚
• His way of comforting you consists of taking his hat off and placing it on your head for you to wear. All while ruffling your hair
• Isn't opposed to sitting and listening to what's got you down in the dumps. He can't promise that he'll offer good advice, but the time spent with you is his way of showing that he cares
• Resorts to sly compliments and winks to try and make you feel better
• "Come on. Let's see that smile! Ah there it is, you beaut!"
• Later, he presents you with a nice rock from some excavating he had been doing for fun. Said it reminded him of you the moment he had dug it out
𝐒𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚
• "Zis vill not ztand!"
• Svetlana immediately grabs you by the shoulders and brings you closer to her, an extremely serious look on her face as your eyes widen
• "You are ze best person Svetlana knows!" She furrows her brows. You begin to say something, but she cuts you off immediately. "You vil not slander your amazingness. Svetlana will not alow it!"
• Even if it was just a small self-loathing joke you made, or a giant trauma dump, she'll always act with the same intensity. Will not let you think for a single second that you're worth less than you really are
• Absolutely does silly tricks to cheer you up. Even pretends to fail a couple just to hear you laugh
• "Silly Svetlana!" She sighs dramatically from her spot on the ground, peaking an eye open when you're not looking to smile at the way you laugh
𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐨
• For once in his life time he stops flexing to listen to you
• Is absolutely baffled. Perhaps even a little bamboozled
• "Ayo, I know no one can ever measure up to tha Vito, but you're a close second." He smiles charmingly with his hands on his hips. It's his highest verson of a compliment
• Offers to take you out for a tan session at the lake. Insists that it always makes him feel better and that it will for you to. It's not like he's just saying that so he can see you in a swimsuit. Why would you ever think that?
• "Okay okay, you caught me. But it's only because I think you're smoking ho— ow!"
• Pretends to recoil in pain when you hit him, complaining about how strong you are. Is pleaded when you have to hide a smile at his antics
• "There we go sunshine! Now come on let's go. I know you're just waiting to get a peice of this action on the beach."
• You smile and tell him to shut up
#total drama#total drama x reader#total drama x you#total drama x y/n#total drama all stars#total drama world tour#total drama revenge of the island#alejandro#alejandro x reader#alejandro x you#alejandro x y/n#mike#mike x reader#mike x you#mike x y/n#mal#mal x reader#mal x you#mal x y/n#manitoba#manitoba x reader#manitoba x you#manitoba x y/n#svetlana#svetlana x you#svetlana x reader#vito#vito x reader#vito x you#x reader
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Bébé Gorçon || FA14 x Leclerc!Reader
Warnings: 18+, age gap (Reader’s 23), Forbidden love, unprotected sex, oral (M&F receiving), praising kink, orgasm denial, choking, marking, not proofread
Word count: 1.9k
I would just like to say, I don’t speak shit of either French or Spanish, so it’s all with the help of translate, so sorry if anything’s wrong in translation
I would also like to thank my friend for reading this as I wrote it
God forbid she would ever end up with one of his enemies or teammates. And even more if he was older- especially when he was that older
But god, she could my keep her eyes away from him. She laid awake at night, thinking about him
He was her first thought in the morning, and the last thought before she fell asleep
“Soo… Have you got your eye on any man recently?” She was catching up with her brother, Charles, when she attended the Monaco GP
Normally she would complain about questions, but that was the one question she dreaded he would ask
“Yes…” It was if she was hesitant about her answer
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked intrigued
“It’s complicated, Charles” She said as they walked to his drivers room. He raised an eyebrow at her “Really, Charles, it is” She said as she sat down on the couch
“Whatever you say” He shrugged
She had worn a short dress that was to her mid thighs, and a pair of heels. She would cross her legs whenever he would enter the room after being out, and she wouldn’t move her eyes away from him
“I need to know who it is” Charles sat beside her with a beer in his hand
“No” She said sharp, feeling the alcohol kick in about now “I will never tell you, even if you are my older brother” She tore her eyes away from him and over to her brother, only to shoot him a death glare and look back to him with lust
“Oh, I’m sorry Querida” Fernando apologised as he bumped into her at the bar
“It’s alright, Nando” She said, but deep down feeling her stomach aching and going to her core, making her press her thighs together
“Are you having fun, kid?” Fernando asked, but him calling her ‘kid’ made her feeling hurt
He might be older than her, but she wanted to fuck him. But Charles had forbidden her to date any of the other drivers
She wanted him- No she needed him
“Sort of” She sighed before sipping her drink “It could be better” She whispered hoping he couldn’t hear her
“Wanna talk about it?” Fernando looked at her with real concern
“You know my brother, he has forbidden me to date any of the other drivers, but, damn, what I wouldn’t do if I could get the chance” She admitted. Quite too fast for her own liking
“Really? Who’s the lucky guy who would end up under you?” He asked with a cheeky grin, but she could see in his eyes something was bothering him
“You” She didn’t look at him, and her answer sounded more like a question
He didn’t answer her, but he pulled her off the chair and trapped her body between the table and his own body. Her hands landed on his shoulders and Fernando’s hands were on her hips making sure she couldn’t escape
“You have the chance now, so take it” It was the alcohol speaking, and he would probably regret everything he said in the morning
Without even thinking about it, she pulled his head close to her own, and kissed him. Fernando was startled and didn’t kiss back before a few seconds
The kiss got heated, now all teeth and tongue “Not here, Nando” She pulled away from him and could hear him groan low
“Where else would we go?”
Her back pressed against the cold door. His hands on her hips. One hand tangled in his hair, and the other laying soft at the bottom of his throat
“You taste so good, princessa” He moaned into her mouth and gridded his hips into hers to get some friction
“Just wait till you go down on me” At this point, she didn’t give a fuck what her brother would think if he found out about this
“Let me do it now, please” He pleaded with puppy eyes
“Okay, but only if you do it good” She smirked, and went so fast down to his knees that she thought he hurt himself
“I promise to be so good for you, mami” He said as he hicked the skirt of her dress up over her waist
Nando looked up at her and into her eyes as he pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and threw them across the room
He kissed the inside of her thigh and kept doing so as he traveled up finally reaching her core
“Fuck” She breathed out as her hands fell to his shoulders as he placed a kiss on her clit “You better be good for me, papi” Her breath heaving
Fernando gave in on her demand and licked a thick stipe through her folds, all the way from her hole to her clit “Fuck, bébé” She moaned her accent thickening
As Fernando sucked on her clit, his hands traveled up her body and over her breast. His hands rested on her boobs as the sounds coming out of her mouth got louder and dirtier
“Doing so good for me, chéri” She chuckled as his hands traveled back down to her ass “So good for me” She moaned and leaned her head back against the door
His right hands traveled down to her thigh and towards her cunt. He drew his finger through her folds before slowly pushing himself into her making her moan even louder and grab his shoulders tighter
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tu vas so bien pour moi, papi” She didn’t care weather he could understand her or not, she just wanted to praise him
The closer she got to the edge, he started to add another finger, increasing her enjoyment of the moment
She could feel she had gotten close, and so could Fernando by the way she was clenching around his fingers
He pulled her leg over his shoulder, which resulted in her getting closer to the edge. She shut her eyes closed and came with a loud moan
Fernando didn’t finish as he rode out her orgasm before pulling out and away from her “Did I do good for you, Mami?” He asked flustered
“So good, bébé” She praised him as she pulled her leg off his shoulder and caressed his cheek
“Get over on the couch” If Fernando had gotten quicker up from the floor and over to the couch, he would have gotten a head rush “Good boy” She praised him, and she could see him squirm under her look
She walked over to him, and in the process, she got rid of her dress leaving her in just her bra
She got on her knees in front of him, and put her hands on his thighs. She caressed him, and her hands travelled up under his shirt making Fernando’s breath heavy
“Take it off” He was quick to take it off as her hands travelled back down his abdomen and landed on his belt
She looked up at him as she unbuckled his belt. She took out his cock while still looking up at him from between his legs
Still looking up at him, she licked a stripe from the bottom of his cock to his tip which was leaking with pre-cum. He whimpered once she had licked past his tip and down his cock again
She spit in her hand and stroked him a few times before taking him in his mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and stroking the part of his cock that couldn’t fit in her mouth
Fernando started whimpering and moaning as she quickened her movements. He bucked his hips up into her mouth, but she pressed a hand against his pelvis to keep him still and down against the couch
“Maldito infierno” He moaned as he rested his head against the back of the couch and his hands tangled in her hair
As she sucked him off, she could feel the veins in his cock on her tongue and her lips, and the sensation of him made her moan which only increased his volume
“Fuck, you feel so good around me” He tried getting words out, but he ended up only getting air out of his mouth
She moaned around him and felt him twitch in her mouth “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Fuck” As she felt him get closer and closer, she pulled herself off of him with a pop
“I want you inside me, Papi” She said as she got off the ground and onto his lap
Fernando’s breath got breathy “I want to be inside you, mami”
“I know, baby. You just have to be a little patient” She said stroking him again, but this time slow. She drew his tip through her folds, and they both moaned loud
“Please, baby. I’m begging you. Please” His eyes stared watering as he pleaded and his accent was getting thicker with every word
She finally allowed him to get inside her. She took him fully as she sat down on him and they both moan loud which followed with whimpers
“God, you feel so good, papi”
As her hips got quicker and rougher, he held her hips so she was still in her movements “What?” She asked confused
“Choke me” He said as he looked her deeply into her eyes. When she didn’t answer, he got embarrassed
Her hand travelled from his hair and onto his throat. She screeched his throat, not hard, but hard enough for him to having trouble with breathing
“Anything for you, bébé garçon” She said as she continued rolling her hips with her hand on his throat
They both moaned louder with a few whimpers as her actions got quicker and rougher, and as Fernando bucked his hips up into her to meet her rhythm
“Fuck, bebé, I’m so close” Fernando said rather quick as he was still not over his last ruined orgasm
“I know baby, I know” She said as she could feel him twitch inside her “You’ll have to wait for me though. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?” She asked getting lost in his brown eyes
“Mhm” He nodded, fingers trembling over her skin. The grip she had on his throat had gotten stronger but he wasn’t complaining the tiniest bit
“So good for me, bébé” They both moaned louder as she was getting as close as he was, and he could feel her clench around him
“Fuck, come for me, baby” And that was all it took for Fernando to come over the edge, making her follow soon after
She fell on top of him as they had ridden their high out “Fuck” She breathed low “You were so good for me baby” She said as she fell eased her hand from his throat and kissed him soft
They wanted to stay longer like this, but they had to get back to the others before they realised they were missing from the crowd
“Ups” She chuckled as she saw the marks she had left on his throat with her hands
“What?” He asked confused as he put his shirt back on
“Nothing. You look pretty, darling” She said kissing his cheekbone before walking out of the room
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but what if--what if Leon--if he--with Luis--what if--
(cws: fem!reader, switching pov (r to luis), threeway, double penetration (1h), squirting, overstimulation, mentions of free use, established friendship, dirty talk, pet names, mild size kink, passing mention of piss, friends to lovers)
Leon's such a goddamn tease it's unbelievable. Criminal. He walks around like he doesn't notice his own features, or how those slim hips and strong thighs command so much attention, yet he has the nerve to turn to you and call you "sweetheart" and push his hand down your skirt the moment you're alone.
But Luis is no better. You came from the same village, spent the same summer days playing in the heat as children, and he's pined for you ever since you were young. So because he knows you better than anyone else, he knows exactly the buttons to push and how to work you into giving him the affection he's always wanted from you.
"Look at you," He pants into your neck, grinning like a lovesick fool as he hovers over your back. "Riding our American friend like a professional. Showing him our hospitality, eh?"
You might have the strength to smack him if you weren't being stretched out twofold; with Leon buried deep in your guts with your back to his chest and Luis eager to join, prodding your sweet cunt from the front with the tip of his own cock. You've been so good for them since this all started--letting each of them have turns with you when they needed to blow off steam, always there for one of them to kiss, grope, and fuck with their fingers up your skirt as they hid from the hordes of enemies coming their way.
"Shut up Luis, I--nnh!"
The squeak that escapes you falls into the background of the deep, wet squelch that suddenly radiates from between your legs, your childhood friend having pressed your thighs further apart to push so hard he finally slips completely inside. A string of Spanish curses spill from his quick mouth while moans resonates from Leon's chest, vibrating against your back as his hips buck on instinct and you're rendered speechless as the breath is punched right out of your lungs. They're so deep, stretching you so wide, your brain can't even catch up and it feels like they're all the way in your stomach. For all you know, they might be.
"Shit, shit--too much? Talk to me, mi vida, tell me to stop," Luis' breathy tone isn't that of mockery or sadism but of genuine concern, his eyes flitting down to your precious hole swallowing two beasts at once. But his brow softens when you shake your head, tears flicking off your cheeks as you beg him to please don't stop, you don't want it to end, you don't want to be empty. His grin returns full force at that, and although Leon's been holding your legs back to keep them out of the way, he shoves the American's hands aside to slide his own up underneath your knees, pinning them almost completely to your chest to grant you a slight burn down your thighs.
"I can't wait to make you beg for more." He whispers, and when he moves this time, it's completely with purpose. Luis thrusts slow, just slow enough to make sure he drags it all out, but never stops short enough not to press against your womb--meanwhile Leon pumps into you with short, sharp bucks, the weight of his hips shaking you with each one and churning your insides into one creamy, sloppy mess. If you could see how much precum dribbles out the tip of that swollen, flushed cock in your current state, you'd probably be making a fool of yourself by licking it all up and sucking it off his sack--but instead it's going to use by lubing you up so much you swear you can hear each shift of your walls as the two of them reshape your pussy to fit them perfectly.
"L-Leon!" Your squeals draw the older man's attention, his eyes dropping from the way your tits bounce so adorably to see a hand blocking your clit--and when he watches the movements as he keeps humping you, a pleased sigh slips out as he realizes Leon's putting those devilishly skilled fingers to good use. A glance over your shoulder lets him commit that determined face to memory; with Leon fondling your chest in one hand while the other coaxes all that delicious wetness out of your sweet, hot-as-all-hell pussy. In the moment, he can't help but wonder just how intoxicating it would be to watch Leon be set loose with his mouth between your legs....that's a thought he'll have to tuck into his back pocket for later.
"You feel like a squirter," Your American hero pants with that rough voice in your ear, lewdly giving the shell of it a lick with little regard to how hard you're clenching down on both of them. He clearly isn't going to go easy until he gets what he wants out of you, which is thankfully the same thing Luis knows you want. You're just too cute and shy to say it confidently. "You wanna squirt for me, sweetheart? Let it all out. Make a mess."
"I-I wanna--d-don't wanna let it-"
"Shhh," He soothes those half-uttered worries in a heartbeat, his fingers coming down hard like a makeshift paddle on your sweet, sore clit, and ripping a deeper moan out of you that sounds almost guttural in the moment. "I wouldn't care if you pissed on me, but you're not. You're gonna squirt all over my cock like a good girl."
He punctuates those words with a two-pronged assault on your senses; in one handful he squeezes your breast and massages it in a tender rhythm, while he uses the other to press the pads of his fingers right into the hooded space above your clit, pressing down just hard enough for you feel an aching burn and jerk forward at the sudden spurt of fluid that leaks out of you. Your cheeks burn at once as he makes it happen a second time, and even Luis is enthusiastic about seeing that satisfied smirk cross Leon's face--especially when he does his own part, and slides out just enough to angle himself right into that special spot inside you, and plunges his cock into it with purpose to make you wail out both their names in earnest.
"Like that, there we go--oh, good fucking girl, that's my good girl--" You're barely even there as your orgasm rushes over you, hips wiggling like you want to get off their cocks but your cunt clamping down around them like you forbid them from ever pulling out. And everything that's been building up inside you breaks loose all at once, your nails digging into Leon's arm and Luis' hip as an incredible flood of sweet-smelling fluid just gushes out of you. One huge wave at first that takes them both by surprise, but then you're subjected to several smaller ones as Leon keeps furiously rubbing your clit, fingers completely drenched and slippery but only getting faster with every spurt of clear cum you reward them with.
Your juices soak him from the stomach down and mat down his impressive coat of hair, but sticky pubes are about the lowest tier on his list of concerns when your cunt is spasming around him like he can't even believe. Each iota of motion has you squirming and squeezing down on both cocks occupying your heat, and with every bump against your clit or that soft, rubbery spot inside you you're releasing yet another gush of clear slick to drench both of their laps.
"So good...fuck, you're an angel. Keep leaking for me, princess." Leon murmurs, tweaking your nipple with those rough fingers to drag your spacey attention back to him.
"I didn't know you could do that, mija." Luis chuckles breathlessly, the awe clear and glimmering in his dark eyes. And you say nothing, just look up at him with that pretty pink tongue hanging out of that sweet, soft mouth, and pull him in by the lapel for a kiss that just sweeps all other sensible thought from his mind.
It's unbelievable how much he wants you. How he's already cresting over the brink and cumming so deep in your belly, yet even then, even as his back arches into those shaky thrusts and his vision whites out for a second, he can't stop drilling his overstimulated cock deeper inside. Leon must be the same way if those pulses and frantic twitching as he grinds against him are any indication, and how he growls into a mouthful of your shoulder that he sinks his teeth into to muffle it. If it were with anybody else he'd be embarrassed about such a brief performance, but with you, it still doesn't end there.
If he knows himself, and he knows Leon, it probably won't end for a few hours at least. You've got time to kill, a relatively secure place, and over a thousand miles between you and anyone you know that might actually care about such an unconventional coupling. And while part of Luis still selfishly hopes Leon goes home alone when this is done so he can have you to himself, there's part of him that notices his heart fluttering whenever his American friend meets his gaze over your bruised shoulder--and when it happens, he kinda gets how you must feel when he's feeling you up like he is. He just hopes that's also how you feel about himself. Those kisses you can't get enough of seem to speak volumes, though, especially when you whimper their names so sweetly in between each one.
#leon kennedy#luis sera#leon kennedy x reader#luis sera x reader#leon x reader x luis#spicy writing#resident evil#re4make#resident evil 4#ellie writes
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You’re my everything (Miguel O’hara x Reader)
This is my third fanfic ever so sry if it’s bad lmao. I used fem pronouns for this but I will use gender neutral ones at some point. Also sry if the Spanish is bad (I did not use google translate)
Summary: you and Miguel we’re having a meeting but you feel asleep on his desk and he turned into a fucking simp
Warnings: none (only a little cringe)
You and Miguel were going over new tech ideas when he had to go to the bathroom. He came back to find a you sleeping on his desk. He was just admiring you for like 6 minutes (he’s a simp) when a group of certain spider people busted through the door.
“Yo Mr. boss man where you at!” Hobie yelled while walking in with Peter B (without mayday, idk she was taking a nap or something) Pavitr, and Jess
“Idiotas, la van a despertar!” (You idiots your going to wake her) He whisper yelled
“Wake who-” Pavitr asked but was cut of by Jess‘s finger
“Shhhhhh (to the group) cmon guys get out of here.” They all left except Jess and Peter B.
“You ok Miguel?” Peter asked, “I mean why not just moving her to her room?”
“I will… just not right now,” Miguel hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he came back from the bathroom. “ella es mi todo” (she’s my everything) he said barely above a whisper.
Jess and Peter looked at each other and then looked back at Miguel, “I’ll see you two later.” Peter said as he walked out the room with Jess.
Miguel stared at you for the next minute or so before he picked you up bridle style. His heart skipped a beat when you nuzzled your face into his chest.
“Te amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti.” (I love you so much. I can't live without you.) he said as quite as possible as he walked towards your room.
After he set you down he stood there for a few seconds before he climbed in with you. He was the big spoon (duh this man is huge) he put his face in the crook of your neck his big hands wrapped around your stomach.
And you can imagine the rest 😊
A/n: idk how I feel about this, this is only the third time I’ve written fanfiction. I am not posting the other two because they are really bad 😭💀 Honestly I do t hate it but I could be better, I’ll probably come back and edit it at some point in the future.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o’hara drabble#spider man#spiderman into the spiderverse#spiderman 2099#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x you#miguel o’hara fanfiction
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holy shock ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara
miguel o’hara x fem! reader (nsfw!)
a/n: literally I love you guys smmmm! i’m so glad you guys loved ‘gone’ 🥹 here’s pt 2!
again im trying new things bc im not rlly a smut writer but if y’all want smut, im down to write it! it’s j not my strong suit and y’all can prob tell.
ILL SHUT UP! ENJOY!
warnings- this has a lil nsfw, p in v, lil bit of angst, untranslated spanish, second part to gone
pt1- ‘gone’ pt3- ‘finally’
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“HE TOLD YOU HE DIDN’T YOU IN HIS LIFE? WHAT?” Peter looked at you wide-eyed and Mayday raised her eyebrows even though she has no idea what was going on. But her dad sounding shocked was enough to get a surprised reaction from her.
“Sort of…” you whispered. You kept looking at the sun’s glare, as if it had the solution to your crumbling “love life”.
“What do you think we were, Peter? What is your perspective? Why was Miguel your first thought?” You remarked. You felt your voice slightly crack from your questions thrown at Peter.
You also felt a little irrational.
You were angry too.
Not at Peter of course, but of how pathetic you think you look right now.
A slew of emotions piled onto you suddenly, all negative.
“Y/n…Aren’t you guys best friends?” His answer shocked you when it shouldn’t.
If you said yes, you wouldn’t be lying because that’s how your relationship looked like. But it’s not how it felt. It felt like something more.
“You could say that,” You said, glancing at the hyper cars from below.
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“Thank you…”
Miguel looked startled as he turned in your direction below. “For what?”
“Saving me. My thigh feels better and thank you for uh, saving me,” You yelled, smiling awkwardly. Hopefully he couldn’t tell how nervous you were from up there.
Miguel leaned his head to behind you, “What do you have there ?”
“Oh, fuck right! Uh, these are for you,” You swung up and held out a plastic white bag, plastered with “THANK YOU”s and “GRACIAS”s.
You felt so stupid.
You sounded so stupid.
He probably thought you were stupid too.
“I- uh…got you some empanadas. I know you like them from Doña Rosa’s restaurant, so…here.” Miguel’s eyebrows were raised and he chuckled. “You didn’t have to, Y/l/n.”
Stuttering? Really?
You blushed and felt nervous. He’s your best friend?? Why are you feeling this way??
You retracted your arm with the bag before Miguel grabbed your arm and sucked his teeth. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take them now, Y/n.”
Your face felt like it was on fucking FIRE.
“Gracias hermosa,” He said smiling and snatching the bag quickly.
He said it in a teasing way, which lead you even more confused as to what the hell it meant translated.
You tilted your head in confusion, “What does that mean?”
What if he said he didn’t like them?
WHAT IF HE THOUGHT YOU SOUNDED LIKE AN IDIOT?!
He turned around and shrugged. “Means ‘thanks bud’. So thanks, bud.”
His nonchalant tone made you bite the inside of your cheek as you frowned at him, who was already opening up the bag of empanadas and munching on a fig one.
“Yeah, you’re welcome, bud.”
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“I just need time to breathe and take a minute, Peter. It’s not every day one of your best friends just tells you ‘Oh! You’re dead to me, you bastard, I hate you, I want you gone from my life!’ That just doesn’t happen,” you said, feeling an immense wave of sorrow hitting you, replacing the anger that was just there.
Peter, in his 38 years of living never ever thought he would be in this situation; giving relationship advice to his 27-year-old colleague.
“Have you tried talking to him about it?” That was the first thing to mind. As you can tell, he isn’t really good at this.
“Well yeah-“
“How did it go?”
You glared are him and your tone turned sarcastic, “How does it look like it went?”
The sky’s sunset looked beautiful. It had an array of warm and gorgeous reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows, with a hint of violet.
“Well, he blocked my number! He unfollowed me on his super duper secret Instagram-”
“Wait what? Miguel has Instagram? He’s such a…”
You laughed a bit, “…Deadkill? Why? Is it because he has the humor of an 80-year-old man? He’s not that boring, Peter. He has social media.”
“Y/n. The man says ‘Oh shock!’ Like man, just say oh shi-” Peter stopped and looked at Mayday, who was already looking up at him and was smiling cutely.
“I mean ‘oh shiitake mushrooms’…”
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Well he cut off all communication from me! The bastard even blocked me on SPOTIFY. He deleted our shared playlist-”
“Woah. WOAH! Shared playlist? Me n MJ do that!” he gushed.
You nodded, “And he was the one who added the majority of the songs. Pinche puto.”
“Yeah, yeah. Um Y/n, hey I don’t know. Talk to him?” He said, giving you a sassy tone with his hands on his hips. ”Peter, you’re setting me up for failure…”
“It would be, you know, more real if you just talked it over. I’m not sure about the whole picture as to what happened between you two but Miguel has always been so…depressing and you really did brighten up his life to some extent.”
“Right-”
“Hey, before you start being all mopey, just talk it out. I know Miguel just wouldn’t be irrational because he’s just a very level-minded person.”
If only he was…
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“You didn’t want to laugh. But the more he dramatically moved his hips, the less control you had until you busted out cackling.
You caught him dancing to Bachata while he was washing dishes in his apartment.
Why were you in his apartment? You came unannounced to hang out, thinking he wouldn’t really care, until you walked into him dancing to his bachata playlist.
“You should definitely teach me. I see you listening to this all the time,” you said, giggling.
He jumped and turned around, giving you a scowl. “Ay dios, what are you doing here?”
You walked infront of him and put your finger against his lips, “Shh. You should definitely teach me how to dance this.”
He stopped and gazed at you for a few seconds before he went over which led you to twirling around and him having his hands resting at your hips as he helped you sway them.
You were going to probably scream into your pillow once you got home and cry since you’ve been going at this for 30 minutes.
You felt kind of bad feeling that way about your best friend, but holy-
The current song stopped and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered, “I can hear your heart beating fast. Are you alright?”
HOLY SHOCK?
“I-“
Before you said anything, he interrupted you just studying your facial features. He studied your lips, nose, beauty marks. The silence was then caught off by him kissing you.
You felt your heart stop for a second before you returned the kiss.
He pulled away and smiled, “I see that you didn’t try to stop me, hermosa.”
HOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCK
“I don’t think I should stop you,” you whispered, getting a low chuckle from him before he carried you bridal style towards his sleeping quarters and laid you on his bed. He barely came back from a mission and was still in his suit while you were in your regular clothing.
“I see, you like calling me ‘hermosa’? What does that mean?”
He smirked at you and pointed at you, “It means beautiful, just like you.”
You got up a bit from your laid position and kissed him even harder, pulling his weight on top of you as you both were drowning in each other.
“Oh fuckkk…” He groaned, squeezing your ass before he started attacking your neck, leaving you with red and purple love bites. He reached for your collarbone and stopped.
“W-Why’d you stop,” you whined. You didn’t know what to feel at this point. Here you were, with your best friend who you had a crush on, making out in his bed. Did he feel the same way? You had to pinch yourself before you could decide it was an illusion.
It wasn’t.
“I need permission. Can you-“
Before he responded, you took off your shirt and slid down your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “Continue.”
He smiled and started to play with your clit and kissed you at the same time, as you moaned in the kiss.
“F-Fuck, O’Hara-“ you moaned
It’s safe to say that you still couldn’t believe what happened next when he asked for permission again.
He pushed a button from his watch, placing it on his nightstand to reveal his almost godly sculpted body…and his very, very long member.
Your eyes couldn’t help but widen, which he noticed and chucked.
“Do you think you take it?“
“I don’t know, but I can try,” you muttered. You didn’t know what just happened with your newly found confidence but you were rolling with it.
He ripped your panties off and put a condom on. He then, aligned his erected member to your vagina and went in.
“It hurts-“ you whined before he kissed you.
“Just take it, you’re doing good right now, cariño.” He said as he moaned a bit, enjoying how tight you feel around him.
‘Cariño’…that was new.
That’s what Doña Rosa called her husband whenever he came at random times in her restaurant when the two of you were ordering empanadas.
That’s what lovers call each other, right?
It didn’t take long for you to almost pass out from his girth entering in and out, giving you a wave of euphoria and a bit of pain.
Your mind was rushing at different places, all while hearing his little grunts and moans.
You were probably going to be sore tomorrow but it’s fine.
“I’m- I’m about to-“
“Yeah, me too,” he said before you both finished, feeling him fill you up.
“Shhh, sleep. You need rest now,” he said as he kissed your forehead and your eyes fluttered. He wrapped his sheets on you and patted your head. You softly smiled. It smelled like him and it smelled so good.
You recall him putting on some clothes and leaving, but thought he would come back.
You realized he didn’t when you woke up.
The only thing he left was a note on the other side of the bed you laid on, telling you that he felt every emotion opposite for love towards you. He wanted you to be gone from his life.
All you could do was just stare at a wall and cry.
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“Peter…are you sure that talking to him in person would help? I’m just-“
“Nervous? Yeah I get it. When me and MJ had our troubles, it’s always best to talk it out. Look at me now!”
“Peter, I’m looking at you and all I see is a middle-aged man in a superhero costume with a pink bathrobe, raccoon eyes, and a baby.”
Peter glared at you and rolled his eyes, “Wow I’m offended-“
You put up your arms, “Hey I’m sorry but that’s what I saw!”
“Mhm? Well, just talk to him. If he told you that in person-“
“He didn’t…”
Peter fumed, “Stop interrupting meeeee! Alright. That makes more sense then, honestly.”
You raised your eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”
"What exactly did he do?"
You stared at him blankly, "He wrote a note.”
Peter scoffed and smiled cockily, “Miguel isn’t the type to do that stuff in writing!”
You cocked your head towards Peter, “And? What are you trying to say?”
Peter chuckled, “He didn’t mean it! That’s what it meant!”
You felt like your brain cells might have died from the statement Peter made.
What the fuck?
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yeah idk what I just wrote either.
tags ❤️🔥 (some don’t work and i’m so sorry 😭)
—— @catr4dora @leftcupcakedefendor @ushygushybaby @viriexo
#miguel o'hara#spiderman#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miguel ohara x reader#atsv fic#fanfic#fanfiction#marvel#spiderman 2099#astv miguel#miguel spider-man#miguel spiderverse#spiderverse#astv x reader#astv#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel ohara x you#miguel o’hara smut#miguel ohara x y/n
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She.
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader.
Word count: 1.2k (18+) MINORS DNI!
Summary: Originally going past your apartment to check up on you after his shift, Javier finds himself engrossed by you as you masterbate on your bed. He begins questioning if it's really worth it trying to distance himself from you.
Inspired by the song She by Tyler, The Creator and Frank Ocean.
Warnings/notes: SMUT with a touch of angst, pining, mutual masterbation, voyeurism, swearing, no use of y/n, bad Spanish.
A/N: Hi yall, I'm trying to get back into posting at least once a week, but I'm not going to make any promises cause knowing me that won't very last long. Also, let me know if you like this cause I have planned for this to be a 3+ part series, and I've nearly finished editing part 2 and have started writing part 3. Hope you enjoy and likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated.
Part two: Her. Part three: The Two of Us.
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"Fuck, your a goddamn creep Javi." He whispered to himself.
Yet he didn't stop watching you. He had come to check up on you after his shift ended but as he parked his car out the front of your apartment, he saw the lights were on and he watched your naked silhouette fresh from the shower, prance around your apartment.
He watched you walk to your bedroom and plop yourself down on the bed. He gulped, having an idea of what you were going to do next, angry at himself that he couldn't pry his eyes away.
You had just gotten out of the shower, a much needed clean after the hot, sweaty summer day in Bogota. You didn't bother to get dressed in the comfort of your own apartment, still feeling warm from the heat that Bogota provided, even at night.
You thought about Javi and bit your lip as you walked to your bedroom, sitting on your bed adjacent to the sliding door that opened onto your patio. You and him had recently decided to put a pause on your fuckbuddy turned situationship. You had admitted your feelings for Javier one night but knew he wasn't likely to reciprocate.
What you didn't know is that he did. He felt the same way for you as you felt about him. But with his work schedule, commitment issues, and feelings of being unworthy of you and your love. He denied his reciprocating feelings, telling himself that it's better for you if he distances himself.
You swallowed your pain and agreed to stop seeing each other for anything physical, at least for the time being. Both of you were finding it super hard. Craving each other not only physically but also the comforting general presence of one another as well.
You breathed shakily as your hands carefully roamed up and down your thighs. You parted them open just enough that you could place your hand between them. You threw you head back as you circled your clit. A soft moan escaping your lips.
You wished like hell that it was Javi's hand pleasing you, making you feel good, but it wasn't. And as much as you tried, you or anyone else for that matter has never nor probably will make you feel good as Javier consistently did. Netherless, you continued teasing your hot, wet, middle.
"Fuck Hermosa." Javier whispered to himself. He was watching you touch yourself in the comfort of your own home through your sliding door and sheer curtains, which did hardly anything at covering your naked body from his desire filled eyes.
He took a deep breath as he watched your scrunched face, trying to breath in the scent of your arousal as if he was in your room himself, his owns hand the cause of your pleasure stricken face like he had done many times before.
No matter how many times he saw your naked body, or watched your eyes squint from pleasure, or tasted your sweet taste on his tongue, he never got sick of it.
Infact since you and him both agreed to pause your hookups, he had found himself craving you more aggressively, palming himself under his desk at work for some relief as thoughts of your pretty tits bouncing up and down as you rode him, stained his mind. He even had nearly been caught a few times jacking off in the bathroom or the file room, needing to relieve some tension that thoughts of you caused.
But this time his cock seemed to ache and strain even harder against his jeans watching you. Watching you masturbate was the closest thing to touching you himself he had gotten in the last few weeks.
Feeling your pussy grow wetter from your fingers stimulation, you gather your slick with your middle and ring finger and pushed them into your pulsing hole.
"Fuck....oh God." You moaned out quietly.
Your fingers curl inside you wet, hot, cunt. Lacking the length and thickness like Javi's fingers had to reach that spot that had you seeing stars, gasping out loudly. You groan softly and try arching your back and bucking your hips into your fingers to go deeper with little progress.
"Goddamn cariño, that's right fuck yourself on your fingers.....I bet you wish they were mine."
His heart was racing, his breath fast and shallow as he watched you try your best to satisfy yourself. The crossing of his morals of watching you in the privacy of your own home were long forgotten as he found himself transfixed on your body, the body he so dearly wished to spend hours kissing from top to bottom, pleasing every night, coaxing orgasms out of until you were fully spent.
His erection was painfully throbbing in his jeans, his hands reaching down to palm himself, his eyes never leaving your beautiful curves, seemingly laid out like a buffet for him yet far away enough that he couldn't engulf himself in.
You fight back loud whimpers and moans as you bring your other hand down to rub your clit as you pump your fingers in and out of your cunt.
"Javi.....yes Javi..." You moan quietly.
He can see that you're getting close, by the way your legs are shaking and your eyes are squeezed shut as your mouth hangs open. He reaches down to unbutton and unzips his jeans and pulls out his length. He feels his heartbeat racing in his head, chest and cock.
Javi begins stroking his his hard length, groaning loudly. He is pent up, and as he rubs his sensitive tip, he can tell he is already close and he wants to cum with you. He pumps himself furiously as his eyes are locked on your trembling body, your hands furiously working to bring you to your high.
"Fuck Javi...yes!" You cry out as you bring your self to your high. You legs shake and buck up uncontrollably as you slowly rub your clit, working yourself through your high.
He can't hear you cry out his name as you cum but he sure as hell imagines you are as he pumps his cock till he too cums all over his steering wheel. You both leans back and close your eyes panting as you recover from your highs, you mind's both thinking of the other, so close to each other yet so far away.
As he catches his breath, he looks down at his mess and wipes the forearm of his shirt over the steering wheel to clean it before realizing he should probably head home now. Guilt clouds his mind as he gives one last look at you, lying in your bed, smiling happily in your post-orgasm bliss. He smiles softly before turning on his car and driving away quickly.
You exhale deeply and turn on your side to face your sliding door, seeing the empty street. You sigh, wishing that you could cuddle in bed with Javier, like you always did after sex with him. Resting your head on his chest, your fingers and legs entagled with one another as you fall asleep.
Instead you get up to turn off your bedroom light and tuck yourself into bed, a solemn look on your face as you rest your head on the pillow, a single tear slips found your cheek as you try and push away the thoughts of Javier and how much you miss him.
As Javier drives home he thinks about you. He doesn't know how much longer he will be able to keep himself away from you but he knows that sooner or later he would end up letting himself succum to you again.
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#narcos fanfiction#narcos smut#javier pena fanfiction#javier pena smut#javier pena x reader#javier pena narcos#javier pena x you#smut#pedro pascal characters#fanfic#javier pena#narcos#pedro pascal
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could you please write ⭐️#16 w pedri please? congrats on 300!!!!
devotion – pedri
prompt: “you taste so good”
warnings: f!oral sex, finger sucking, & pedri with a praise kink?
the loud music was now muffled by the walls and his grunts. the dimmed lights barely filled the bathroom with a sinful red glow. almost as sinful as the situation occurring in the room itself. you couldn’t help but think about how your friends were probably still batting their eyelashes at the rest of the squad that had accompanied pedri tonight. those thoughts were soon thrown out the window when you felt him nibble at your skin.
“joder. pareces vampiro.” you half say half moan. (fuck. you’re like a vampire.)
“es que las llamadas no comparan con tenerte en frente de mi.” he whines. (the calls don’t compare with having you in front of me.)
he continues to nip at your skin as if his life depended on it and it does. you realized the midfielder can’t live without you when he started facetiming you after every away game saying he needed you. your hands would always end up sore from holding your phone for too long but you didn’t mind. you loved the attention he gave you, the attention that you craved.
the canarian doesn’t waste time lifting the tee you had decided to pair with a short tempting skirt. soon you’re pulling his hair as he leaves a trail of hickeys, spit, and kisses down your lower body. you can’t help but let out airy moans as he worships you with his mouth. you’re about to compliment him when he suddenly dips his head under your skirt and soon you’re eyes are wide at the feeling of his breath against your core.
“pedri.” you can barely whisper.
“no seas tímida gime mi nombre.” he encourages you. (don’t be shy moan my name.)
“pedri.” you can barely croak but this time it’s not a whisper but rather a sinful moan. one that you know pedri will keep engraved in his mind.
your moans are all he needs to motivate him. like a man starved he quickly moves your panties to the side too eager to waste more time by taking them off. you set your balance on the wall behind you as soon as he starts kitty licking your already drenched core. you’ve done this so many times with the spanish man but you never get used to it because he somehow makes it feel better than the last time.
it’s not any different this time. he eats you out like he’ll somehow loose his spot on the team if he doesn’t do it good. his tongue speeds up it’s movements and you somehow wonder where he was when you had exams and needed to release all that stress. he doesn’t waste time before he starts rubbing your clit while simultaneously licking up and down. pedri can’t help but look up at you and awe at the sight of your head falling backwards against the wall. he wants to increase the pleasure so he firmly places his free hand on your left boob, squeezing it. you don’t doubt placing your hand on top of his to guide your movements.
you’re only interested on your pleasure and he doesn’t seem to mind.
he starts circling your clit with his tongue and you’re sure that you won’t last any longer. he notices it too and he spreads your lips to better access your core. he’s keen on giving you and orgasm and starts licking faster. the pleasure of having him pinch at your nipples while also eating you out is too much and soon you’re wrapping your right leg around him screaming his name. the orgasm is so intense you’re sure the loud moans you release can be heard from outside the bathrooms.
you’re about to fix your skirt when suddenly pedri grabs two of his fingers and quickly swipes them along your sensitive folds making sure to collect your juices. he brings one of them to your mouth.
“open.” he orders
you listen and open your mouth somehow intrigued at his change of demeanor. he gently places his finger inside of your mouth. always the gentleman.
“suck.” he directs you once again.
and you do slowly and seductively. you make sure to taste yourself while also staring at him to make sure he’s aroused. once you’re done and he’s satisfied he brings the his other finger to his mouth and sucks on it. you don’t miss the moan he lets out as he sucks. you start heating up suddenly ready to jump at him.
he lowers his lips down to yours and gives you a slow and agonizing kiss.
“you taste so good.” he whispers before helping you with your clothes.
pedri is going to be the death of you and you his.
#i love writing blurbs 🏃🏽♀️#pedri#pedri x reader#ash’s big 300#ash answers#ash writes#ty for joining in on the fun ily anon 🫶🏽#pedri smut#football smut
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Charles x reader + childhood friends to strangers to lovers? If that’s possible?🥹
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
a/n: the trope….oh dear the amount of times ive experienced this minus the lovers part because i just dont want to get in a relationship most times
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“Hé, Cha? Nous serons amis pour toujours, n'est-ce pas?” You looked at the little Monégasque boy beside you, “Et si tu m'oubliais?” Hey, Cha? We’ll be friends forever, right? What if you forget me?
Charles frowned as he set the football down to take a quick look at you, “Ne sois pas stupide, Y/N. Tu es mon meilleur ami. Je ne pourrais jamais t'oublier.” Don’t be silly, Y/N. You’re my best friend. I could never forget you.
You raised your pinky up and smiled softly, “Promets-moi? Tu penseras à moi même quand je m'éloignerai?” Promise me? You’ll think of me even when I move away?
“Je te promets,” Charles whispered as he wrapped his pinky around yours, the sun setting in front of you both, “Je te retrouverai quand nous serons grands.” I promise you. I’ll find you when we grow older.
It’s been more than a decade since you left your home in Monaco just because your parents found better opportunities in Madrid. Not much of your memories were clear, after all, you were only six years old when you left the place you once called home.
“Maman, je vais bien,” You said as you held your phone in between your cheek and shoulder, unpacking your bag in the hotel, “Je suis déjà à l'hôtel.” Mama, I’ll be fine. I’m already at the hotel.
“Fais juste attention, d'accord?” Your mother replied to you, “You think you’ll find him?” Just be careful, okay?
You frowned, “No. He’s probably not here anymore.”
“Sweetheart,” She chuckled through the phone, “You did cry a lot when we left Monaco, so just give that little girl some closure if you see him.”
“Yeah, whatever,” You mumbled, leaning against the window and admiring the view, “Um, anyways, I’ll go now, maman. I’ll call you tonight?”
“Sure, sweetheart,” She smiled, “Stay safe over there. I hope you see him.”
Sighing, you ended the call and dropped your phone on the bed. Did you even want to see him? After all these years? The promise he made seemed pointless. You were just two kids, why should he bother keeping it?
“Pull yourself together for God’s sake, Y/N,” You mumbled as you grabbed your phone, purse, and coat before locking your door and heading out the hotel, “I don’t want to bump into him.”
As you walked down the streets of Monaco, you kept your hands in your pockets and couldn’t help but think of the memories that started flooding back to you.
“Hm, a new café,” You mumbled as you spotted a café across the street, “Guess I could use a snack.”
Walking inside the café, you took a deep breath of the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee, a few of your favorite things in the world. You ordered a Spanish latte and a bagel to go, so you could eat it as you roamed around Monaco for the rest of the day.
“Order for Y/N!”
Charles immediately looked up from his book, eyebrows scrunched together upon hearing that name. Could that really be you? After all these years?
Grabbing his phone and book, Charles hurriedly exited the café and looked around him to see if he could catch up to the person that could possibly be you.
“Merde!” He exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Où aurait-elle pu aller?” Fuck! Where could she have gone?
You hummed as you took a few bites of your bagel, letting your feet take you to wherever it felt like, stopping at a children’s park. The park that you used to go to with Charles all the time.
“Good thing there aren’t any children here when the sun sets,” You mumbled as you sat down on one of the swings, “Not like me and Charles.”
Charles kept walking — trying to find a glimpse of you, which was particularly stupid. How was he supposed to know what you looked like now if he hadn’t seen you in over a decade?
Stopping by the park, Charles panted and leaned over to rest his hands on his knees. As he looked up, he saw the back of a girl, sitting on one of the swings.
“S'il te plait laisse ça être elle,” He whispered as he walked over and took a deep breath, tapping you on the shoulder, “Pardon?” Please let this be her. Excuse me?
Your eyes widened as you turned around, your voice muffled with some of the bagel inside your mouth, “Hm? Puis-je vous aider?” Can I help you?
Charles couldn’t help but smile from how your cheeks were puffed, crumbs surrounding your mouth, “Puis-je vous demander votre nom?” Could I ask your name?
“Oh…Mon nom est Y/N,” You smiled as you swallowed before wiping the crumbs off your mouth, “Qui peux-tu être?” My name is Y/N. Who might you be?
“Auriez-vous pu... quitter Monaco quand vous aviez 6 ans?” He asked, a new sense of hope blooming inside of him, “Je suis désolé. J'ai juste- j'ai promis à mon amie que je trouverais pour elle et j'ai perdu le contact. Elle portait le même nom que toi.” Could you have left Monaco when you were 6 years old? I'm sorry. I just- I've promised my friend that I would find for her and I lost contact. She had the same name as you.
“Charles?” You frowned as you stood up from the swing, “Est-ce vraiment toi?” Is it really you?
Mirroring the smile on Charles’ face, you laughed with tears in your eyes as you hugged him tightly, “It’s you. It’s really you.”
“You’re back home. After all these years,” Charles whispered as he hugged you tightly, afraid that you were a figment of his imagination, “I thought I’d never find you.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, wiping the tears away, “I thought you’d forget me.”
“How could I ever?” He looked at you, the smile never fading away, “I’m…sorry that I couldn’t keep up with my promise.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” You nudged his shoulder softly, “We’re adults. We have our own lives now, the hustle and bustle, you know?”
“I just…I still feel bad, I could’ve found you sooner if I went to Madrid,” He sighed as he sat down on the swing with you, “We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”
“Sixteen years…is a long time,” You slightly smiled as you turned to look at him, “You don’t look like my old Charles, though.”
“I could say the same to you,” He chuckled softly as he kicked on the sand at his feet, “You’re much more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”
“Maybe Madrid treated me well,” You teased as you looked at the sunset before your eyes, “Just like the old times.”
“Just like the old times,” Charles smiled as he offered his hand for you to hold, “You think I could make it up to you? For all the lost time?”
You nodded as you placed your hand in his, intertwining it and letting it fall in between the two of you, “We’ll have the rest of our lives, don’t we?”
“We do. And I’ll keep my promise this time,” He whispered as he looked at you, a twinkle in his eyes, “I don’t plan on letting you slip through my fingers anymore.”
Sighing happily, you stared at the sun setting with the boy, who you had thought to be long gone from your life, “I’ll hold you to that, Cha.”
bonus scene!
“Hey, I can hear you think,” Charles laughed as he nudged your shoulder, “Let’s enjoy this party.”
“Sorry, I’m just not a party person,” You looked at him with a sheepish smile, “I do appreciate you bringing me along to your cousin’s wedding.”
“Might as well have my best friend be with me,” Charles forced a smile, a bitter taste from the way he had to call you his best friend when you were so much more than that, “Dance with me?”
Looking around, you couldn’t help but feel insecure from the possible sets of eyes that could be on you. How could they not when you’re with one of the top drivers in Formula 1?
You whispered, “They’re going to stare.”
“Then let them,” Charles held his hand out as he stood up from his seat, “I’ll be dancing with the most beautiful girl here anyway.”
Sighing, you placed your hand in his and Charles whisked you away to the dance floor as he held you close. Charles looked at you lovingly, swaying you softly to the song that was playing.
Charles whispered, “Hey, Y/N?”
You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Blinking a few times, you paused for a few moments before taking a deep breath and nodding, “You can.”
Charles smiled as he brought his hands to gently hold your face, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips, setting off fireworks inside your stomach and his.
You pulled away as you smiled uncontrollably, leaning your forehead against his, “It’s about damn time, Leclerc.”
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Brand new world
🍋 NSFW
Reader is AFAB but gender is not discussed
Pairing: Jake lockley X reader
Warning: reader is oblivious, corruption kink, first time with BDSM themes, gun play, blowjobs, rough sex, alot of 'please's, first time orgasm, he makes you cum alot, reader is not a virgin but has little experience, Jake has a big dick, dirty talk in Spanish and English, teasing, size difference, creampie, overstimulation, slight degrading
I got a friend of mine to help with translation from English to Spanish. So special thanks and credit to Naomi for helping my clueless ass with Spanish and editing!
I tried to translate what I could back to English but not everything will be there, I'll probably edit it another time will a full translation but I did what I could! I've been holding back on y'all - I've been dying to publish this!
In this house we support healthy communication in sex! Jake is here to support you and give you a wild time
This is a long ass smut, proud of myself low-key (7197+ words)
Jake loved how easily flustered you were. How your breath stuttered when his breath fanned your jaw, whispering into your ear to avoid any unwanted listeners. How you’d freeze up when his hands found themselves on your waist. Most of all, he loved hearing you stumble over your words when he looked down at you. Having you on your knees as he watched you pick up the files you accidentally dropped. How pretty you looked looking up at him like that. Lips parted and wide eyes.
So sweet and kind. Always fussing over his injuries and making sure he was okay after missions. How did he ever find someone like you? That was something he asked himself a lot as he watched you point to the board full of pictures and sticky notes. Your face was lit up as you explained your theory on who the newest enemy could be from the clues you’ve gathered. It was better to figure out their plan before it was too late and he was very fortunate to have you by his side.
And your outfit? You had to know what it was doing to him. The way it hugged all the right places. The colour flattering your skin tone. The evening sun poured into the little apartment, washing over you with orange tints and shy peeks of pink. You were glowing.
Jake adjusted in his seat as you turned from him. Cursing as you dropped your pointer. His eyes glued to how tight your pants were around your ass, showing off its perfect shape. He crossed one leg over the other to hide his growing erection. He was in no way a shy man, he wouldn't mind putting himself on full display, but he didn't want to scare you off.
Not when you were in your element. So happy to help him. To be useful to him and eager for his praise.
His fingers dragged down his tie as it now hung loosely around his neck, unbuttoning his shirt down to his chest. Adjusting his shirt so it wasn't too obvious. Eager eyes waiting for you to notice as you started to face him once again.
You were staring. Waiting for his input. He quickly skimmed the board as he grasped at the pieces he actually heard. But tried to hide his grin as he saw your face fall flat. A small sneer on your face as you spoke a half assed answer.
"Are you even listening? This could give us a real advantage here."
Jake was really trying to care. He really was. But you were too distracting. Everything you did he couldn't stop repeating in his head. Imagining a far different scenario.
"¿Que? I'm enjoying the view." (What?)
"Look out the window for a view, this is important."
"Oh, mi amor, you are very important to me." He leaned forward in his seat, lips quirked up. "Ni podría quitar mis ojos de ti si trataría." ("Nor could I take my eyes off you if I tried." )
Your cheeks flushed as your words died in your throat. You thought you could get use to his flirty behaviour yet here you were. It gets you everytime.
"Fuck me." You muttered bitterly to yourself.
Jake's grin grew wider as his eyes gleamed with delightful mischief. "Only if you beg, muñeca." (Doll)
You rolled your eyes, trying to resist the urge to bite your lip. This was just how he acted; he was a flirtatious asshole. You really wished he wouldn't be so forward sometimes - doesn't he know it could give a bad impression?
Without thinking you walked over to him, grabbing his tie to move it out the way. He simply raised a brow as you tugged on his shirt.
“Now what are you trying to do, coqueta?” (flirt - using it as the same as calling someone a minx)
“You look sloppy.” you quickly spat out, internally cringing at your own tone. You didn’t mean to be rude but nerves made your head spin. Jake seems to have that kind of effect on you.
"You'd look worse if you let me have you."
You yanked his tie back into its rightful place making him let out a strangled grunt. Raising a brow at his words as genuine confusion twisted onto your expression.
"In what way? Like - as in a fight?"
"In sex."
Your mouth formed a 'oh' as you blinked at him. You really should of expected that but stupidly, you had faith. Naively believing he would end his relentless flirts.
"What does that even mean? Why would I want to look worse? Isn't that a bad thing?"
Jake had to bite his tongue. Looking at you with forward brows as he pursed his lips. He knew you weren't innocent; no he's heard plenty of filthy remarks leave your lips but oblivious? That he could agree on. You weren't always the fastest at connecting the dots when it came to sexual things. It's why he enjoyed flirting with you at first, it was fun to watch you slowly realize what he meant.
But right now? He just wanted to shake you. How blunt did he have to be? How obvious did he need to make his intentions for you to finally realize?
Then there was that small light that flickered within his mind. The one that took joy in your cluelessness. How much did you even know about sex? He knew you were experienced and yet you were always the most clueless when it came to references regarding BDSM.
He could picture it. Watching those beautiful eyes of yours widen as he smacks your ass. Leave bruises on yours hips as he fucks you senseless. Tie you up all pretty, spread open and begging for him. Introducing you to a whole new world of pleasure that you didn't know could be reached.
But regardless of his fantasies, you showed no signs of being interested in him that way. Even less interest in anything he was into. He didn't want to overwhelm you with things you weren't comfortable with, if you weren't ready or into that.
"Jake? Shit- Hello, possible other alter." You nudged his shoulder, sending him a small wave.
"You're not getting rid of me that easy."
He barked out a laugh as he snapped out of his thoughts. You simply shook your heads as you kept your hands on his shoulders.
"Where is that head of yours?"
Curiosity tugged his words forward. His classic smirk on his face as he placed his hands on your hips.
"Not where it should be."
"Yeah, you've been daydreaming this entire day! You know where your head should be-?"
You took a step back from him, frowning down at him.
"Between your legs?"
"I--- doing what?!"
Your cheeks were surely on fire with how hot they were. What has gotten into him?! Sure he's made plenty of remarks similar to this before but somehow, this felt different. More meaningful.
"Ay, mi cosita preciosa." (Oh, my precious thing) You let out a yelp from how tightly he was gripping you. Staring as he sighed dreamily, resting his forehead against your thigh. His hat was pushed back on his head. Mismatched eyes gleaming with an emotion you couldn't quite pin down.
"Whatever you want me to do."
"You're being ridiculous again, I know you're just trying to distract me - you can just say my plan is bad, you know?"
"I would never do such a thing." He mocked. He's never been one to hold back. Calling out each flaw in your ideas and pointing out when something wouldn't work.
You loved his honesty even if it did hurt your feelings. He didn't treat you like an idiot despite your eccentric ideas and encouraged you to talk and think about new ways to help. At the end of the day, you would rather he tell you something was horrible than get both of you in a bad situation because he wanted to be nice.
So why was he being like this? It just didn't make any sense.
"Stop being an ass, if you wanted me to shut up you could have just said."
"If I wanted that, I wouldn't have you standing here scolding me."
He uncrossed his legs. Your eyes followed his movements only to snap to the prominent bulge in his trousers. You felt yourself clench around nothing at the size of it as you quickly looked back at his face. Jake followed your eyes the entire time, leaning back as he took in the way your lips parted. Trying to answer as your eyes kept flickering down to his crotch.
"Huh?" Your brain couldn't keep up. Not knowing what to say or do.
"I'd have you on your knees using that talented mouth of yours."
That's it! Your ears stung from how warm they are. You slapped his shoulder as you scoffed. "Oh fuck off-!"
He grinned as he leaned towards you. Tilting his head up with a small bite to his voice. Growing more excited at how worked up you were getting. Frustration clear on your face as you sneered down at him.
"Suck my dick."
That immediately wiped away any annoyance. Your mouth left to hang open once again. Palms becoming sweaty as you dug your nails into them. Your eyes are unsure where to look.
"I-I don't even know how-"
That caught his attention. Jake's whole demeanour changed as he took your hand in his, the other was on your thigh rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. His face suddenly became serious. It made you shift as you tried to think of a way to make him grin again. Finding your head full of cotton instead.
"Would you like to?"
"Like to what..?" Your voice was weak as a whisper. You knew what he meant but you wanted to believe he was still messing with you.
"Learn how to."
A nervous chuckle left you as you squeezed his hand. "Stop kidding around, Jake."
"I was until now." You didn't respond. You weren't even sure you knew how to. Words melted on your tongue as you felt a familiar throb between your legs.
"I asked you a question, amada." (beloved)
"Okay- um, yes I do."
You nodded. Slowly getting down on your knees as you kept nodding to yourself. disbelief written on your face as you blinked up at him.
"Uh- what can I practice on?"
Jake thought for a moment. As much as he wanted your mouth on him, he wanted to ease you into this. Scanning the room for anything useful but it was futile. He just caught your eyes glancing down at the gun attached to his thigh. Another smirk tugged on his lips as he pulled it out of its holster.
"Ésto." (This)
Your eyes immediately widened. Darting between him and the gun in his hand. The throbbing returned as you took in his suggestion.
"Are you insane-?!" Your face suddenly fell as you let out a huff. "Don't answer that."
"¿Pues? Want to try it?" (Well?)
He was ready to put it away and find something else. He could always use his fingers, after all. But you got more comfortable in your spot, eyeing the bullet chamber.
"Just–empty it out."
As soon as the words left your mouth, he cocked open the chamber. His hands moved quicker than you could process, pressing the button on the side causing the clip to drop. He cocked it again and the remaining ballet clattered to the floor as the chamber pops out. He reloaded the now empty gun without breaking eye contact. His movements were fast, precise. Your thighs rubbed together as you leaned forward.
Since when did this get you like this? You've seen him empty and refill his gun plenty of times.
'He didn't even look away. He knew exactly what to do.' a small voice in your head echoed.
"Abre tu boca." (Open your mouth) You immediately followed his command, letting him slide the gun against your lips. "Lick around the rim- that's it."
Your tongue swirled around the rim. Following its shape. The cold metal felt strange against your warm tongue.
You knew the basic steps of sucking dick - you've seen porn. But it wasn't exactly clear on everything or really taught you anything. Porn was the last place to look for actual education on sex, a good reference at the minimum.
With some hesitance you took the barrel into your mouth, trying not to scrape your teeth against it as you let your tongue drag along the bottom. It was a bit of a snug fit due to the make of his gun, the usual one he kept in his car. Your mouth had a slight ache from the stretch but it wasn't painful.
You gagged as he thrusted it in and out. Slow and steady as your head bobbed. Jake tried to keep it from going too far but you were clumsy in your movements.
"Breath through your nose."
You let out a shaky breath through your nose as your tongue licked the sides of the barrel.
"Doing so well, you like this?"
You nodded as your eyes fluttered. Your gaze falling from his face to his bulge. You could feel your mouth water, trying to picture what it would look like. Would he taste nice? Could you even fit him in your mouth?
That made you moan. Sucking on the gun as you grinded against the floor. Jake groaned at the noise, suddenly pulling the gun from your mouth. It came out with a wet pop, your mouth chasing it as your tongue peaked out from between your lips. He grabbed your chin to keep you still. You panted as drool dribbled down your chin. His eyes scanned the gun, seeing the barrel was completely covered in your saliva.
"Oh, muñeca." He breathed out. Moving the gun towards him, licking a long stripe down it. Tasting your spit and drool. Humming at the taste of it. He wanted to know If the rest of you tested this sweet.
You whined at the sight. Pawing at his thighs. You couldn't believe how you were acting. You've never felt like this with another person. Sure, you haven't been with many but none of them got you this riled up.
"Think you can take the real thing?"
Insecurity chewed at your gut. You were just going with what you've read and watched. Jake was the last person you wanted to do poorly with. You wanted to make him feel good.
"Please."
The words came out without you even thinking. He chuckled at your pleading tone as he put his gun on the nearby coffee table. Unzipping his pants teasingly slow. You huffed as you sat between his legs, helping him take off his trousers leaving him only in tight boxers.
If you thought he looked big in two layers, this was just intimidating. You could see the shape much better now. It flopped to the right, girthy in its width. You pulled him out from his boxers, taking in the cock before you.
It was slightly darker than the rest of him, the tip flushed and a visible vein on the underside. You grabbed the base, guiding him to your mouth. Your breath hitched as you noticed how your hand could just about fit around it. He's much bigger than anyone you've ever been with.
But with a deep breath you followed his first instruction. Swirling your tongue around his tip as you lapped up the bead of pre-cum oozing out. He shuddered as he let out a sigh of relief, holding the back of your head.
"Así, ángel, taking me so well." (Just like that, angel) all he said, slowly guiding your head down and only when you gagged did he stop.
You tried to replicate what you did to the gun. Licking along the side of his cock as you bobbed your head. The ache settled in your jaw as you sucked and swallowed. Trying to keep your drool down but it only made Jake groan.
"¿Enserió que no me 'stabas mentiendo, ángel? Because you're good at this." He let out a breathy chuckle, head tipping back as he kept his stare on you.
You refused to believe you were doing that good. He was just trying to be supportive.
But when you moaned around him he jerked his hips up. You gagged as it prodded the back of your throat. Tears forming in your eyes, looking at him surprised. Jake let another groan watching you shudder. Big wide eyes stared back at him, glossy and shining. Your mouth is completely stuffed with his cock, struggling to take anymore as your small hands grasped at the base.
"I want to fuck that little mouth of yours, hermosa." (beautiful) You kept sucking along, giving yourself a break by focusing purley on the head. Your teeth grazed it by accident but it only made him grunt. His grip tightening on your head with a small thrust.
"Look so pretty like this."
Your eyelashes fluttered, the warmth from your cheeks was spreading down to your chest. Giving kitten licks to the very tip as you took in a few gulps of breath between them. Jake cupped your chin, his cock slightly tapped against your cheek. You nuzzled against it, your head felt fuzzy. Placing small kisses where you could. He grinned, caressing your chin as you sucked on the side of his dick.
"It's big, isn't it? Struggling to take all of it in your mouth, The things I could do if you let me - want to get your little throat fucked? Gag around my cock as I use your mouth, you want that, muñeca?"
"Please Jake...I want to take all of it."
He groaned as he tipped your head back. Standing up as he let go of your chin. You placed the head of his dick back in your mouth and he let out a 'tut'. You raised a brow as you removed your lips.
"Open as wide as you can."
And you did. A dull ache formed from the stretch but your focus was on the prize before you.
"Tongue out."
Once again you did exactly as he asked. He chuckled to himself as he smeared his pre-cum against your tongue. Listening to the way you whined, knowing you had to do as he said. And oh how he loved how obedient you were. You didn't even have to be told to sit still.
He grabbed the top of your head. Guiding you back down as he slowly pushed his hips forward. Watching you squirm as you moved your tongue back, he could feel it drag against him. You let out another gag, breathing more heavily through your nose as your eyes squeezed shut.
"I know." He cooed. "It's going to feel so good, just relax."
You nodded. Your brows knitted as you stared at his thighs, trying not to pay mind to the urge to keep gagging. It was difficult. Tears formed back in your eyes as you tried your best.
"Tap my thigh twice if it's too much."
You grabbed his thighs, readying yourself as you let out a long huff of air. You could feel his cock in your throat, your head tipped slightly back for better access. He started to move his hips again, giving slow thrusts in and out.
He kept that pace as you got more adjusted. Your nails dug into his skin as you moved your mouth wider. You could feel your bottom lip trembling.
You tried to tell him to go faster but your words were completely. His grin grew wider as he leaned down, tilting his head closer to you.
"What's that? I couldn't quite hear you."
Foolishly, you tried to speak again but all to the same result. Growing frustrated you squeezed his thighs, surging your head forward much to his surprise. Your nose pressed against his happy trail as his cock hit deeper. You shuddered as you let out another gag. Jake felt the wind almost knocked out of him as he grabbed the nearby pillar to steady himself.
"Need more? Need me to properly fuck you?"
You nodded your head. Bopping your head faster in hopes he'll understand what you mean. And he definitely did.
"Ay, te voy arruinar." (Oh, I'm going to ruin you) He groaned out, adjusting his hold on your head and thrusted forward.
Your fast rhythm was taken over by his movements. Leaving you to stay still as he fucked your mouth. Sucking and swallowing around him. Trying your best to keep up but he was quick. You moaned around him as you felt his fingers dig, letting your tears fall. Eyes rolled back completely, Jake just kept up his pace. Words spilling out from his mouth that you couldn't quite catch.
You could feel him twitch, his thrusts growing uneven as he let out strings of groans.
"Going to-"
You tapped twice on his thigh. He immediately pulled back. His grip on you loosened as a flicker of concern crossed his face. You grabbed his cock as you put your mouth over the head. You knew you wouldn't be able to handle it fully in your mouth, you were struggling enough as it is. But you still wanted to taste him.
"Keep going." He could just understand you, letting out a breath of relief.
His jerky thrusts grew more sloppy as he raised himself back to his peak. Only doing small thrusts this time as you sucked and swirled your tongue. Lapping up the tip as you moaned. It didn't take long for his orgasm to hit; spilling thick ropes into your mouth. You did your best to swallow as much as you could but you could feel some dribble down your chin along with your drool.
He sat back in the chair with that grin still on his face. Curled two fingers at you, beckoning you over. You crawled back between his legs as you smiled. Panting heavily as you finally had time to just breathe.
He lifted you up into his lap with ease, hugging you close to his chest.
"That was really good-!" You beamed, tilting back just enough so you could look at him directly. "Did I do well?"
"Was cumming in your mouth not obvious enough?"
You both let out a laugh. You tried not to pay mind to the insistent throbbing between your legs. It was fine. You could wait this out. Jake's hand slivered up your thigh, rubbing his fingers along your clothed core.
"You're completely soaked."
"It's fine." You tried to brush it off. Your hips betraying you as you grinded against his fingers.
He shook his head as he let out a tut. "¿Quieres que te toqué, hm?" (You want me to touch you?)
You quickly nodded. Leaning against his shoulder as he pulled down your trousers. You removed yourself, kicking off your pants with urgency before flinging your underwear to who knows where. Jake bit back his laugh. Watching you awkwardly shuffle back onto his lap, hovering over his still hard cock.
"What's your safe word?"
You stilled at his question. Looking at him with raised brows, head tilting.
"Do you know-"
"I know! I just–no one's ever asked me before, I haven't really thought about it."
He mumbled something in Spanish you couldn't hear properly. Only hearing a few cusses as he talked to himself. No doubt he was insulting your previous partners and you didn't blame him.
"Um-how about peaches?" Your voice was unsure but Jake just nodded.
"Peaches–sweet like you."
You couldn't even retort as you let out a moan. His fingers rubbed along your wet folds. Just staying away from where you need him, You grinded against him as his palm brushed against your clit.
"Is it good when I touch here? Or maybe here."
You let out a gasp as his thumb circled your sensitive bud. He raised a mocking brow as he added more pressure. Switching between rubbing you and collecting your wetness. Fingers prodded at your entrance as he kept his thumb moving. You whined as your hips bucked.
"No one has ever touched you like this, have they?"
You shook your head. It was true, no one has ever put this much attention into you before. Either never able to find it or touch you properly. Jake let out a noise of pity, bringing your head to his shoulder as he nuzzled his cheek against your head.
A jolt went through your body as he pushed one finger in. Pumping it in and out as he kept playing with your clit. Your breath fanned his neck, gripping his shoulders. Moving yourself up and down.
"Another finger." Your voice couldn't even come out as anything other than a pleading whine. Jake hummed, as if debating your words. You huffed, your need growing stronger. "Please."
"Wasn't that easy? saying please can get you more than fingering–I can do so many things to this pretty pussy and all you have to do is say please."
He added another finger and you could already feel the stretch. His words shooting electric down to your core as you grinded against his palm.
"Jake....I want-"
Your words caught in your throat as your legs trembled. Something twisted In your stomach as the feeling of pleasure only increased. You gripped his shirt as you tried to wiggle your hips away.
"I don't- feels strange."
"You're close, I can feel it, angel."
Close? As in- your eyes widened as you lowered yourself back onto his hand. Your lips brushed against his neck making him shiver. His skin felt so hot.
"Please- make me cum.. please Jake!"
Jake brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "Of course, mi vida." (my life)
You let out a strangled moan as his fingers thrusted deep into you. The pace picking up each time whilst his movements on your clit remained the same. The only thing you could do was let moans as his fingers curled. Scissoring you open when he wanted to put more attention on your bud.
"¿Te gusta cuando te tocó asi, no? Working you up so you can take my cock." (You like it when I touch you like that, don't you?)
His words made your whole body burn. Letting out a weak sob as he rolled your clit.
"Oh you're clenching so hard angel, you want it so bad."
You could hear the smirk in his voice. Absolutely thrilled he was making you come undone.
"Yes–Jake please! Just let me cum, I want you!"
White flashed before your eyes as you felt something within you snap. Looking down to watch yourself cum. Your legs were shaking as you clenched his fingers, they were knuckle deep inside. Your own slick was coating your thighs and you could see it clearly on his leather gloves. Jake slowed down his movements, just slowly scissoring you as he removed his thumb. Working you through your high as you let out a laugh.
You couldn't believe you actually came.
"That was.... amazing!"
As soon as he removed his hand you collapsed on his lap. Your sexes pressed together making you both moan. Jake cupped your face, guiding you to look at him. He remained silent as he sucked on each of his fingers covered in your arousal. Licking a long strip up his palm as he hummed.
"Taste so good, doll." He sucked on his thumb with another hum, small groan leaving him. "I could eat you out for hours."
Your shaky hands took hold of his. "Would you?"
Jake licked his lips as he suddenly picked you up. Taking you over to the small bed in the corner of the apartment. A small place you two stayed at after long mission's. Usually it was Jake leaving for his actual home after he takes you here. There was no personality to it at all - just a few pieces of furniture.
It always surprised you how strong he was, often forgetting that knoshu's power was gifted to him when he was in control of the body.
You landed with a small 'oof' as you sunk into the plush mattress. Jake crawled on after you, sliding easily down on his stomach. Pulling your legs over his shoulders as he took his place between them. His teeth sunk into your thigh making you let out a yelp. He sucked on the spot as he left open mouth kisses on each bite he made. Creeping closer and closer to your sex until he faced it.
He let out a chuckle as he watched you squirm. A whimper escaped you as you kept saying 'please' but he only blew against you. The cool breath makes you squeal. He turned his attention to your other thigh, beginning the process all over again. Taking his sweet time to cover you in hickies.
"You said if I said please-!"
Hearing the desperation in your voice made him crack. Finally pressing his mouth against your sex, his tongue lapping up your juices. Holding your hips still as he sucked on your clit, overstimulation hitting you as he kissed and licked. it was new - felt good but strange. Like everything inside you wanted to get away but you couldn't bring yourself to. The pleasure was too good. You loved it.
You let out a gasp as you felt that band in your stomach again. Surprised by how soon it came back. Your hands dug into the bed as you glared at the cap on his head. It was as if he could read your mind. Looking up at you with a knowing smile.
Jake lifted his hat off his head and offered it to you, you let out a breathy laugh as you placed it on your head. Quickly, you moved your hands into his hair. Clenching tuffs of curls as he continued. His teeth grazed your bud as he greedily sucked. Your back arched as you hid your face with his hat.
A slap to your thigh made you look down at him, confused at his actions. He made a silent gesture, tipping an imaginary hat up. You did as he gestured, your face no longer hidden under his cap.
"Good, don't hide your face from me, nena." (babe)
That was the last thing he said before he buried his face back in your heat. His nose grazed your clit as his tongue prodded against your entrance. Your body went limp against the blankets and pillows. Holding back the new round of tears that threatened to spill. It was too much and yet not enough. Jake groaned against you as he continued to lick and prod. You squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a loud moan.
Your eyes fluttered as you let out a whimper. A weak orgasm coming out of you. You wish you had a clock - how long has it been? It felt like it's been days since he started. You've lost count how many times he's made you cum. Five? Eight? Sixteen? Your brain was mush. Your body felt weak as your legs kicked out.
"I can't - I can't do anymore-!"
Jake nuzzled into your thigh, taking a breather. Looking up at you as you sniffled. Hiccuping on your noises. Weakly pushing back his head by his hair. He immediately moved away, crawling forward. His hands on each side of your head.
His lips ghosted over yours. You blinked away the tears, smiling as you cupped his face. "Do you want to keep going?" He asked, leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your forehead.
You hummed at the affection. Melting into his touch as you nodded your head. "In a minute–need to calm down."
Jake laid next to you. Pulling you close to his chest, your back facing him. You panted as your legs slowly became less twitchy. His large hands caressed along your body as he hummed a song into your shoulder. The both of you laying together, letting the time pass.
Your eyes glanced behind you, seeing his eyes were closed. You took the chance to look lower. His cock was still hard and pressed stiffly against his stomach. Jake buried his face into your neck forcing you to look away. Nibbling your throat as he lapped up the little marks he was making. A moan slipped from your lips, you moved your hand down his stomach making him grin.
Your hands clumsily wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it to get a better grasp. He jerked against your hand with a groan. Only taking a moment to bite off his glove before he moved it between your legs. Making sure to avoid your clit.
You could hear how wet you were, cum mixed in with your other juices coating your thighs and sex.
"Ay, nena, you're making a mess." He teased, lifting your leg so he could get better access. His hand felt so warm against you. They were calloused from endless missions but they weren't too rough. They were softer than you expected.
His two fingers split your folds apart. Revealing the cool air to your entrance. You shivered as he slowly rubbed up and down. You twisted yourself slightly, looking up at him with a pout.
"Put them inside- please-!" You whined, grinding back against his cock. "I need you inside me."
Jake almost froze. It was as if something struck him. A moment of realization as you squirmed against him. You lined his cock against your folds, rubbing him along your entrance as you kept letting out whimpers.
He couldn't stop watching just how desperate you were. Completely going by instinct. You, someone he's been working with for so long turned into putty into his hands. Someone who would blush at just the idea of begging for such a thing.
You didn't even know how to give a blowjob until today. Never been eaten out or touched correctly. Oblivious to his moves and flirtations.
And now look at you. Gasping as he pressed his hips forward. Arching as his fat tip stretched you out. Trembling at the overwhelming pleasure that's taken over you.
He let out a growl as he suddenly removed himself, you couldn't even react before you were moved back on his lap. He semi sat on the bed, leaning on the pillows as he held your hips. Guiding you down back on his cock as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He wanted to watch you. See what he was doing to you. What he's turned you into. It got to three inches before you let out a pained whine.
"It's not going to fit..." You sounded utterly defeated as you couldn't move any further.
Jake cupped your face, you immediately leaned into his palm as his other hand snaked down to your clit. It was still sensitive from before but not as much. Your breath hitched as he did tight circles, his thumb pressed against your parted lips. You let it slip into your mouth and sucked, the taste of leather surprisingly pleasant on your tongue.
"It's going to, it'll take however long it takes, you'll take it inch by inch and once everything is in I'm going to fuck that little pussy of yours until your voice is gone."
As he spoke you sank lower. Slowly taking in another inch as he gently thrusted up. Keeping all his attention on your clit. Each thrust helped him ease in. But you still hissed in pain, having to stay still for a minute or more to get adjusted.
"So big." Your teeth lightly dug into his thumb. Moving up and down as much as you could, determined to have him inside fully.
"Yo sé nena, yo sé, I'm right here, just breathe." (I know baby, I know)
You let out a shaky breath as he'd guided your hips up. His tip only remained before he thrusted upwards. You slammed yourself down as you let out a scream. You could feel his cock twitch inside as he kept his slow thrusts.
"Look, you did it–doesn't it feel good?"
He removed his hand from your mouth and held your jaw making you look at him. You nodded as you kept your body stiff. Just needing a few more moments to adjust to him being completely inside. Jake waited for you to get comfortable as you clenched around him. Your breathing grew heavier as you grinded against him.
"Fuck me, Jake." Your words came out shaky and any demanding tone you meant to be there was gone. It only came as a needy whine.
"Feels so good....I need more–please fuck me."
Before you could ramble anymore he grabbed your hips. Spinning you around so you were back laying on the bed. Your legs around his waist as he began slamming his hips into yours. Taking slow deep thrusts at first before it became quicker and quicker.
Your back arched so much you felt like you were floating. The back of your hand pressed to your mouth as you couldn't even shut it. Leaving it stuck in a 'o' as moans spilled out from your lips.
With one particular thrust you felt sparks light up your veins. A loud groan ripped from your throat as your eyes squeezed shut. Jake chuckled as he grabbed one of your legs, moving it so half of your leg leaned on his shoulder.
"Keep your eyes open, mírame, ángel." (look at me) His voice was cold, demanding. "Look at me while I fuck you."
It made your eyes snap open as you whimpered. You haven't heard him use that tone with you before. It made you clench as you chewed at your lips.
"Like it when I order you, huh? Want me to be mean, doll?"
You knew Jake could be a cruel man, what he was giving you was gentle. Loving. Anyone would look at you as if you were insane if you described him as such. But you knew him, he was softie at heart.
"Don't hold back." Was all you could say before he lifted your hips.
Moving both legs over his shoulders as he gripped them tight. Your nails dug into the plush beneath you as he left hickies on your leg. His thrusts becoming harder as he pounded into your sex. Your body bounced up and down at the sheer force.
"Las cosas que podría'cer a ti, ya me dejaste 'rruianate tanto, amada."
Jake groaned, pressing his forehead against your leg as he panted. His grip was so tight as he completely lost himself in the feeling of you. So warm and soft around his cock. Looking so beautiful.
"Been so desperate for my cock inside you - kept looking at me with those big eyes making all those pretty noises."
He finally lifted his head, Leaning forward as he hovered over you. Pushing even deeper inside as he kept hitting that sweet spot.
"You're a fucking slut, aren't you? I'm going to use you all day, ángel." He grinned, licking along his teeth.
"Vas a tomar todo lo qué te daré –like a good little toy." (You're going to take everything I give you)
You couldn't stop the noises that came out of you, your heels digging into his back. You couldn't pry your eyes away. His gaze was vicious, following every flicker and movement. Keeping you pinned under his watch as you squirmed.
"Oh you liked that–squeezing me so tight."
You could feel him getting closer. His pace never grows restless but sloppy in its pattern. His brows pinched as he let his head hang. Pressing his forehead to yours, moving his cap further back on your head. You threaded your hand through his hair, tugging everytime he thrusted in deeper. Clawing at his shoulder.
"Where do you want it, baby?"
It took you a few seconds to realize what he meant. You nodded to yourself as you tried to move him closer. "Inside."
It didn't take long for him to reach his peak. He let out a gasp as he stilled. Keeping himself deep inside as he came. Your own orgasm followed after, weak and left you squirming. You both panted as you took a moment to breathe. Jake hummed as he kissed your forehead before he started moving again. Fucking his cum in further. Your legs ached from their position, you tapped his shoulder and he looked at your trembling legs.
It seemed he didn't need any explanation, helping you so your legs were wrapped loosely around his hips instead. Keeping hold of them for you as you laid there. You felt as if you were glowing. Everything felt so right.
He chased another orgasm, full of stamina, he wasn't going as hard as before but still had the same power. Taking it slower as he kissed all over your face, bringing you with him as he ventured lower. Using one hand to lift your back and keep you arched, sucking and licking down your chest. Groaning as he took your perked nipple into his mouth as he felt his climax once more.
Biting down enough to make you cry out as he came. Your vision grew blurry from exhaustion and new sets of tears. Unable to wipe the smile off your face as you let the pleasure ripple through you. You doubt you had any more orgasms in you but the sensation of being full over and over again - you couldn't get enough.
"Your thighs are shaking." He teased, finally feeling his limit as he laid you down. Taking his place on the other side of your chest, doing the exact same he did with the other. Tugging on the bud as he grinned at you.
He came two more times before he finally pulled out. You whined at the sudden emptiness as your legs refused to stay still. You could feel his cum pooling out. It felt as if it went on forever.
"Hermosa." Was all he said before he patted your leg.
You just raised a weak brow but he shook his head. Easily picking you up, if he had any form of struggle he didn't show it. Taking you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. You rested your head against the sink as he sung your praises, wiping you down with a warm cloth. Kissing wherever he could.
"Tan bueno pa' mi, you did wonderful.", (So good for me) "My talented angel." and "Mi cosita preciosa." (My precious little thing.)
His words made you smile as you let yourself drift. Jake stayed with you the entire time. Stroking your face as he laid you back down on the bed. Fighting off his need to sleep, wanting to be with you longer. Knowing as soon as he closed his eyes, it would be awhile before he saw you again.
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meeting stede bonnet
a slow meandering through June. sixth prompt: fire🌶️
rated M under the cut
day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10
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Stede sold books.
It was just a plain fact, really. Stede was blond. Stede was about his age. Stede sold books.
But he didn’t know, he didn’t understand until Stede helped Ed up from the table at Spanish Jackie’s and swept him—swept him, literally—off his feet.
Stede sold books. Boxes and boxes full of books. He stored books and ordered books and organized books, loaded and unloaded and physically moved a fuckton of books.
Books are heavy.
“Oh god,” Ed said, clutching at Stede’s shoulders. Shoulders. God, he had shoulders, and, and arms, and Ed could feel his chest through his shirt, unbearably broad. God, he was built like a fucking brick. A brick house. A two-story brick Italianate with original fireplaces and ornately carved staircases. “Stede.”
“All right?” Stede asked, apparently unphased by all six feet of Ed and leather.
Ed was all right. He was very all right. He was all right straight through Jackie’s and into the Uber and all the way to Stede’s flat.
Nice place. Very nice place. Probably. Ed couldn’t say, actually—he got a brief impression of colour and fabric before Stede said, finally a little breathless, “Can I kiss you?” exactly the way Ed had asked him, that first time.
Ed grinned. “You better—”
This kiss was exactly not like that kiss had been, the first time. It was better aimed, for one. And for two, it was definitely not chaste.
Kissing Stede was like striking a match—that friction, that catch of flame, sparking in Ed’s belly. Stede kissed with one hand cupping the back of Ed’s neck, the other steadying his hip, and it was a good thing because Ed was already weak in the knee and Stede kissed with everything—his lips and his tongue, still sweet with beer, but also with his jaw, his shoulders, his chest, his hips—
“Showers,” Stede said, mostly against Ed’s mouth.
“Not gonna be able to do this in the shower, mate.” They were pretty sweaty, though; Stede’s lower back, where Ed had already tugged his shirt up, was damp with it. “Not on this knee.”
Stede groaned. “Showers,” he said again, like he were trying to convince himself. “Showers, and I’ll rub your knee, and—and then—”
They did shower. Separately, though even the steam smelled like Stede. When Ed stepped out, wrapped in one of Stede’s dressing gowns, Stede was waiting to help him to the bed like a fucking gentleman.
Then he climbed up after him, put a warm hand over Ed’s knee. “Will you show me?”
Ed did. Showed Stede how to touch, how to feel the knots, how to manipulate them out. Stede paid attention, all careful hands and dark eyes, watching Ed intensely. It burned in Ed’s chest.
When Ed couldn’t stand it anymore, he reached down, stalled Stede’s hand with his own. “Stede, please.”
Stede understood. He met Ed’s gaze, and slowly moved his hand up from Ed’s knee—up his thigh, up over sensitive skin— “Show me,” he whispered again, earnest, eager. “Show me how you like it.”
Ed showed him that too, his hand riding the back of Stede’s as Stede touched him slowly, picking up speed as Stede lit a fire in his belly, an ember igniting. Everything felt slick and hot and Stede surged up, kissing him; Ed reached for him too, found him, searing against Ed’s palm, Ed wanted to know, to feel him, Stede groaned, “Ed,” gasping against Ed’s mouth, and then—
Ed was there.
The orgasm swept over him like a wildfire. His breath caught, rhythm stuttering; Stede stroked him through it, his own hips thrusting against Ed’s thigh, Stede, Ed forced his eyes open, found Stede’s in the dark—
“Stede,” Ed mumbled, later. After. He felt strangely rickety, hollowed out. “Stede?”
“Shh, now.” A hand slid over his shoulder, down his arm. Stede, cleaning away sticky residues before settling back beside Ed, hauling him close. “All right?”
Ed could hear Stede’s heartbeat under his ear, now. Could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin. He felt more real, here with Stede.
“Yeah,” he managed. “You?”
He felt, more than saw, Stede look down at him. Fingertips drifted over his temple, brushing back his hair. “Yes,” Stede answered. Solid, certain. “We’re all right.”
Ed closed his eyes.
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Hello Danii
Could we have an epilogue for DML pretty please I just want to see mor Max 🥹!!!!!!!
Loved the fic btw !!!
The last chapter was the epilogue skdncks. I decided to write you a little Max deleted scene and accidentally wrote a whole thing.
Oops 🫢
He is too excited. A little too excited.
He can’t sit still. So, he keeps shaking his legs in excitement.
Max has wanted this for so long. David is sitting opposite him. Dad and bapak are here. Rafael and Anjali too.
All of them are sitting together and having dinner. Like a family. Max has wanted this for so long, it’s almost making him vibrate.
He can’t just sit and eat. He can’t just shut up and not tell anyone. He wants to shout it to the whole world. At least the whole train.
But he knows doing so will put David in danger. It could put his family in danger too. The fucker Albert already knows about him. That’s probably why he got dad here.
Although Max has no idea what the fuck bapak and rafe are doing here.
He doesn’t care though. They’re all here together. He’ll take this as a win.
David is telling bapak about being a writer. David hates lying. Especially to people he respects a lot. Max has told David a lot about his family. David has a lot of respect for his parents.
Max knows David actually likes to write. He hopes one day, when they sort out all this institute business, David will have the time and freedom to write whatever he wants.
He’s a very good at telling stories. He’s even better at creating them.
Max comes back to reality when he hears someone mention his name.
“Is it in French?” Bapak asks curiously. “I did try learning it but I’m not very fluent. Although Max speaks it quite well.”
David raises an amused eyebrow. Max wants to cackle so hard.
“They say you speak it well. But you hardly speak it when we’re together,” David said in French. “You should speak in French more. Don’t you think?
“Maybe in bed,” Max replies with a grin.
David goes red. Max sometimes forget how easy it is to mess with David.
He suddenly finds a way to channel all the excitement. He takes off the shoe on his right foot and moves his leg over David’s thigh. David, who is drinking his wine, stops all so suddenly.
He gives Max a very subtle glare. Max pretends not to see it.
They are all making conversation about Paris - or whatever fuck. Max is incredibly into how well David is holding the conversation even with everything going on under the table. Literally.
He has to get his hands on his man. Now.
“Paris is so expensive though,” Anjali says at one point.
“That’s so true,” Max groans in agreement.
David hardly ever lets him spend on anything at all. But the city is still fucking expensive. Max wants to go back to New York. Not just because it’s cheaper.
But he’s willing to wait. However long it takes.
“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Bapaki shoots him a glare.
David looks confused by the tone and looks at dad.
Dad sighs. “Max was in Paris last year and spent half a million on a party.”
David chokes on his wine. “Half a million?”
Ah fuck. Max obviously didn’t tell him how much the ring cost him. All he knows is that David hasn’t taken it off, not even for a single second, since Max put it on him.
Not even when Albert threatened him.
David is worth all the millions in the world.
The table falls quiet after a moment, except for Rafael’s giggling and Anjali’s soft whispers in Spanish.
Max rolls his eyes. He wishes he could do that. He wishes he could love David like that too.
Publicly. Proudly.
He loves David so much. He just wants everyone to know. He wants David to know.
“Did you enjoy your time in Paris?”
Max looks up. David is looking at him. His eyes are warm and soft, as if he knows what Max is thinking. As if he feels the same way.
“It was okay,” Max shrugs a little and then gives a grin only David has seen before. “I did really like the local cuisine. I loved having it inside my mouth.”
David chokes on his wine. Dad pats him on the back and starts to look around worriedly.
“Please stop trying to turn me on in front of your parents,” David tells him in French, smiling the whole time.
“Stop making it so easy then,” Max smiles right back and responds in French.
Dad and bapak leave the dining carriage and walk into the corridor. Max doesn’t need to follow them to know what happens there. No thank you!
“David and I are going to check the, uh, engine,” Max announces and gets off his seat.
Rafael, who is already making out with Anjali, looks like he couldn’t give a single fuck about Max, David or the engine - or the rest of the world.
Max shrugs as he grabs David by the arm and drags him to the corridor on the opposite side.
David pushes him against the glass door and kisses him hard. “I’ve been wanting to do that all evening.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Max whines.
“You know why,” David says gently. “Mon ange, it isn’t safe.”
“You know what else is not safe? Skipping breakfast. Elyaas told me you didn’t eat anything today morning,” Max points out seriously. “Do you need me to force-feed you? I'm not above shoving croissants into your mouth, babygirl.”
“I was quite nervous about meeting your father,” David chuckles. “Can you blame me?”
“I think he likes you,” Max hums.
“He literally told me he will kill me,” David deadpans. “Twice.”
“And he says that with love!” Max promises. “Give me your hand.”
David leans against the glass door and holds out his hand. “Why?”
“I just miss holding it,” Max shrugs and holds it carefully, threading their fingers together. “I miss you so much, sweetheart. My stupid room is stupid big.”
“You don’t like it?” David frowns. “I told Elyaas to-”
“It’s fine,” Max sighs. “I just…I just wish you were in it.”
David’s face softens. “One day, we’ll come back here. Just the two of us.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” David whispers. His eyes move away and then he blushes a little and switches to French. “Your dad is walking toward us. Let go of my hand.”
“He probably already saw us,” Max shrugs and traces a finger over David’s palm, making him shiver a little.
“What are you doing?” David blushes even more.
“Reading your palm,” Max hums.
“Do you know how to?” David asks curiously.
“Not a fucking clue,” Max grins and touches a random line on David’s palm. “And this is the marriage line.”
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@goldenboybarracuda sent ❛ if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next. ❜
they were at a debate, for Christ's sake. a political debate that was bound to end in her father yelling at his mother on a national level, if Betty could predict the outcome. & yet her eyes kept trailing from the stage to the wing opposite of her, to Alex standing there in a fucking suit looking like it was tailor made for him. which, knowing him, it probably was. she was currently trying to figure out if she appreciated the view better when he was in it or out of it, the decision much harder than she expected it to be. no pun intended.
which of course, led to her thinking about the previous night. biting down on her lower lip Betty remembered the way his body had felt against hers, the sounds he had made & the involuntary Spanish he had slipped into without realizing....& was it hot under these stage lights or was it just her?
the blonde was so distracted that she hadn't even realized Alex had escaped her view, jumping just a bit as the words were whispered into her ear. & just like that he had walked away, leaving her more restless than she had been before. ❛fuck it,❜ she muttered to herself, practically slamming her clipboard on the nearest table before turning to follow him. which he had more likely than not intended in the first place.
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hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??
kiss and tell
w/c: 1.8k
warnings: like one swear and awkwardness
a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)
“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?
“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.
“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.
liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.
“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.
he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.
“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.
“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”
you’re appreciating their over involvement now.
“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.
liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.
“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.
he doesn’t mind.
“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“
you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.
“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“
ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.
“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.
“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.
“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.
“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.
“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.
“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.
betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.
she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.
“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.
the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.
“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”
he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.
“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.
peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.
“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”
liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.
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Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader, ft. Han Jisung
Genre: smut, a little bit of angst
Warnings: mature content, partying, drinking, kissing, unprotected sex, oral sex, lowkey fuckboy!Chan
Word count: 8.038
Summary: You had to do a project for the last semester in college before your vacation. Not only you had to deal with the stress of doing it right, but you also had to deal with the stupid crush you had on Bang Chan.
"Felix, I'm not going to kiss Chan"
"Everyone, pay attention here, please," your teacher said. Slowly, everyone stopped with the side talk and paid attention to her.
"For your last project of the semester, I decided that we are going to learn about different cultures." She got up from her table and went in the direction of the board.
"Remember when I asked you guys to send me the names of your groups? Basically, I'm going to draw random countries for each group. I want you guys to do a study aboout the differences of said countries, based on a theme that you are going to choose.”
She started writing on the board.
“The theme must be something creative. If it is not creative, your project is going to lose points, okay?" she said enthusiastically.
She started to draw the countries for each group. Your group was formed by basically you and Felix. Felix became your friend after the first day of class but you felt like he was your friend since forever.
"I want this project by the end of the month, so..." she looked at the little calendar on her table. "You guys have three weeks. Any doubts?"
Some people raised their hands but you weren't paying attention anymore, you were writing down the countries that you had to work with: Australia, Germany, Spain and, Korea. You had no idea what to do for your project. Your teacher was very clear: it had to be creative. Creativity wasn't your thing.
"Okay, guys, class dismissed," your teacher announced.
Everyone started to get up and leave but you sat there, trying really hard to think on a theme.
"Hey, we have to go," Felix said.
"What are we going to do?"
"We have plenty of time to think about it, Y/N." Felix grabbed your backpack and started to put your stuff inside of it.
"Three weeks is not plenty of time, Felix."
"Okay, what's your idea, then?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you, dumbass."
Felix rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the classroom.
"How about we do a project about the foods of each country?"
"Hm, that's interesting." You took your backpack from his hands to grab a little notebook to write down the ideas. "But I don't think is creative enough."
Felix sat at the bench at the corner of the hall.
"What if we did the differences in the skin texture of each country?" Felix looked at you and saw the pout on your face. "Too much?"
You simply nodded. You sat down next to him, already tired from all the thinking.
"You know what would be funny?" you grinned.
"What?"
"If we made a project about the way that people from each country kiss and the differences from each one."
"Y/N, that's it!" Felix got up, excited.
"Felix, I was joking."
"No, this is a great idea. It's creative! There are students from different countries in our college, so we can totally do it!"
"As far as I know, there's only one german student here. Are you going to kiss him?" You stood in front of him, arms crossed.
"You are going to kiss him." Felix looked at you like what he was saying was obvious.
"Felix!"
"Look, we have four countries. I can kiss two people and you kiss two people. It's not going to be hard."
"You know what? I'm going home. I'm going to think about a better theme."
"You know you can't," Felix shouted while you left.
Felix was right, this idea was the best one. It was creative and bold, but kissing random people was the hard part. Not that you didn't like to kiss, but you were used to kissing people at parties, people that you would kiss while you were drunk and you knew that you would never see them again. Not people from your college where you would have to see them every day.
"Hi, Jisung," you said while you opened the door of your apartment. Your roommate was laying down on the couch, playing video games.
"Hey," he greeted you. You lifted his legs so you could sit on the couch, putting his legs on your lap.
"Are you okay?" he asked, noticing your expression.
"Ugh, I have this stupid project to make," you whined, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, letting the frustration take over your body.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No."
Your phone rang, you grabbed it only to see that it was Felix calling you.
"Hey, Felix."
"What's up Feliiix," Jisung screamed.
"Hi Jisung,” he yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear. “Y/N, can you come to my apartment today?"
"Nope. No, I can't."
"Why? Do you have something to do?" Felix asked.
"I don't want to. You know why."
"Y/N, you have to get over the crush you have on Chan one day."
"I don't have a crush on him, Felix. He just makes me...uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, in a weird way. I don't know how to explain."
"Y/N, he's not even here now. Besides, we have to work on the details for our project," Felix insisted.
"Why don't you come to my apartment?"
"Because every time I go there we can never get anything done because of Jisung. Please? Please, Y/N."
"Fine," you sighed. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Are you going to get pretty for Channie?" Felix teased.
"Shut the fuck up."
You turned off your phone and went to your room. The truth is: you did have a crush on Chan. Chan was handsome, funny, he had a great body and a great personality. He was also a fuckboy. You can't remember the number of times that you saw him with different girls in their apartment, one prettier than the other. Eventually, you stopped going to their apartment because you never knew how to behave like a normal human being around him and, seeing him with pretty girls wasn't helping.
You took a quick shower and dressed in simple clothes, you didn't want Felix teasing you.
While walking through the campus in the direction of their apartment, you kept trying to calm yourself. It has been a while since you saw Chan, so you were excited, even though you were trying to convince yourself that you weren't. Felix said that he wasn't home, so there was no reason for you to be nervous.
You stopped in front of their door and took a deep breath.
You knocked and it took a moment before Felix answered.
"Hey, Y/N," Felix screamed, giving you a hug.
"Don't act like we didn't see each other a few hours ago." You entered their apartment. The structure was the same for all the apartments on the campus, but each one had its own piece of decoration. Surprisingly enough, Felix and Chan's apartment had a great decoration and was super clean.
"So... let's go to your room."
"Are you sure that you don't want to work in the living room?" Felix asked.
"I'm sure," you said, already going in the direction of his room.
Felix laughed. He knew you were trying to avoid Chan.
You sat on Felix's bed with your notebook in your hands, ready to take notes.
"Look," Felix said, sitting in front of you. "I know that you don't want to use kissing as a theme, but..." Felix raised his hand when he saw your expression, trying to explain himself.
"It is the perfect theme, Y/N. We are not going to find something as creative and daring as this. And this is important for our grades, we are not doing very well on this subject, remember?"
Felix tilted his head. You know he was right.
"Fine, you are not going to leave me alone, are you?"
"Nope."
Felix got up from the bed and grabbed his notebook on his table, to show you some annotations.
"So, we have to find people from Australia, Germany, Spain, and Korea. We already know the german student, don't worry, I'll talk to him so you can kiss him."
Felix wrote down something in his notebook and continued.
"There's a spanish girl in Chan's class, I'm gonna ask him to help me out."
The simple mention of Chan's name made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
"For korean, I thought about the possibility of..." Felix hesitated and looked at you.
"No."
"Come on, Y/N."
"I am not going to kiss Jisung, Felix."
"Fine, I'll look for a korean girl somewhere."
"There's probably someone in our college."
"The problem is someone australian. Don't get me wrong, I love you and you are gorgeous. But I'm not going to kiss you."
"I don't want to kiss you either, Felix."
"Felix." You heard Chan calling, startling you.
"I'm in my room," Felix yelled.
Chan opened the door of Felix's room. You looked at your notebook to pretend that you were occupied. Chan and Felix talked about ordering food for dinner or something.
"Y/N," Chan said when he noticed you, making you instantly look in his direction. "Long time no see."
He had a stupid cocky smile on his face. His sweet voice made you swallow hard.
"H-hi, Chan." Of course, you had to stutter.
"You can stay for dinner if you want," Chan offered before leaving the room.
"So cute," Felix whispered, looking at your red face.
"I have to go," you said, gathering your stuff.
"But Chan invited you for dinner, Y/N," Felix teased you.
"Bye, Felix."
"Okay, let me walk you to the door."
Luckily, Chan was occupied in the kitchen so he didn't see you leave.
"Text me once you get there, okay?" Felix said.
"Okay, bye."
You kept thinking about the little interaction with Chan on your way home. He dyed his hair since the last time you saw him. Instead of blonde, it was now black. Both colors suited him so much. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and some jeans, the most basic clothes ever and he looked breathtaking. You hated how you were head over heels for him, you felt like a teenager. It was so silly.
Days went by and you had a lot of work from college. Felix already worked on his part and managed to kiss the spanish girl from Chan’s class. Something made you feel like kissing wasn't the only thing he did, but you didn't want to know the details. Some students were planning a party and Chan invited Felix, who invited you.
"I don't know, I have so much to do," you whined.
"Can I go?" Jisung asked, stuffing some food in his mouth.
"Of course," Felix said. "Y/N, that's exactly why you should go."
He said that while holding some of the papers that were on the couch while you worked on your homework.
"You need to ease your mind from all the stress from school."
"He's right," Jisung agreed. "She's so grumpy lately because of college."
"Shut up, Jisung,” you whined. "Okay, fine. But only if you help finish this," you told Felix.
"Fine."
The party was on a tuesday night, Felix would go with Chan so you asked Jisung to take you.
"Looking good," Jisung stated, eyeing you up and down as he entered your room. You were putting your earrings on. You decided that since you would have all the work to go to a party, you had to a least look good. So you were wearing a leather skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse that showed some cleavage.
"Thanks, Jisung. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
The party wasn't far away from your dorm so you were able to go walking. It was 9 pm, so leaving Jisung with you made you feel safer. Jisung was the type of person who was outgoing, he talked a lot and made you laugh all the time. Along the way, he talked about college and his classes. He studied music production and he seemed really passionate about it. You thought it was cute how his eyes glowed while he talked about his classes. It was funny because Chan also studied music production, but he was from a different classroom.
Some minutes later, you were at the place of the party. You had no idea whose house was that, but you completely forgot about it once you were inside. The first thing you saw was Chan, but he was too occupied to see you. He was kissing a girl. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair, and a tight red dress that accentuated her curves. You were sure that Chan enjoyed that dress by the way his hands ran over her body, stopping at her ass to grab it.
"I'm gonna look for Felix," you whispered to Jisung.
You found Felix standing next to a table where people were playing beer pong.
"Y/N," he yelled when he saw you. He ran in your direction, giving you a tight hug that made you realize that he was probably, already, a little drunk.
"Hi," you said with a sad voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's not important."
"If it's not important, why are you making that face?" He held your face with his hands, looking right into your eyes.
"Felix, I don't wanna talk about it, not now." You looked in the direction of the table. "Can I play?"
"Sure," Felix shrugged.
You played beer pong with Felix and some unknown people and eventually, you started to feel dizzy.
"I'm going to use the bathroom," you said, stumbling on some drunk people while you tried to leave.
You went to the second floor, looking from door to door when you finally saw the bathroom one. However, when you got closer, you realized that there was someone inside of it. And they weren't alone.
You could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and muffled moans. You widened your eyes, feeling embarrassed by witnessing people having sex. When you turned around to leave, you heard the girl moaning "fuck Chan, harder." You could hear Chan groaning while he fucked her.
You swallowed hard and left. There was another bathroom on the first floor which you found eventually. Once you were inside, you sat on the toilet and cried. You had this stupid crush on Chan for so long and look at you. Crying in the bathroom while he fucked a girl in another bathroom. You stayed there for a while, feeling sorry for yourself until you got fed up.
It was time to get over him. You cleaned your tears and got up to go back to the party.
You looked around for Felix but couldn't find him anywhere.
"Y/N," you looked in the direction of the person calling you and saw Jisung enthusiastically waving at you. He was standing in the middle of the living room where people were dancing.
"Hey," you half yelled since the song was loud.
"Are enjoying the party?"
"Not really."
You really wanted to leave, you didn't feel like staying at that party, and you especially didn't feel like dancing. That's when you looked around and saw Chan at the corner of the living room, talking to Felix. You saw that he had his eyes on you. Like he would always do, looking at you like he was checking you out but without it being obvious.
You clenched your fists, you were tired of Chan teasing you. You had an idea and you didn't even stop to think about it. You grabbed Jisung's face and kissed him. It was a weird kiss at first, the smell of alcohol exhaling in the air. Jisung's lips were soft but eager, he held onto your waist, getting your body closer to his. He wasted no time before shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, taking you by surprise. You kissed him for a while but you stopped the moment you felt him rubbing his boner on you.
You lightly pushed him by his shoulders.
"I have to go," you said, leaving the room. Jisung stayed there, looking at you, without knowing how to react.
You decided that you had to leave. You were confused, upset, angry and a little horny, thanks to Jisung. You started to walk in the direction of the gates of the house when you heard somebody calling your name.
"Y/N, wait!"
You sighed and turned around. The last thing you needed was to talk to Chan.
"What do you want?" you roared.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes. I'm going home."
He looked like he was angry at something, but you simply shrugged.
"Let me take you home. It's way too late for you to be walking alone," he said in a serious tone.
"I don't need your help, Chan." You turned around to leave when he grabbed your arm.
"This was not a suggestion. I'm taking you home," he growled.
You pulled your arm from his hands but didn't fight.
Chan walked with you to your apartment quietly. Not a word was said until he stopped in front of your dorm.
"Thanks," you said, looking at the floor.
"So, Jisung, huh?. I didn't expect that."
"I'm sorry?" You raised your head, looking at him.
"How long have you been dating him?" he asked. He really looked like something was bothering him, clenching his jaw and crossing his arms. You felt like he was fighting with you for doing something wrong.
"T-that's none of your business. Goodnight, Chan," you remarked. You went in the direction of your door and stopped.
You were so angry at him, you couldn't stop the words from coming out of your mouth.
"Where's the girl you were fucking in the bathroom? You should be worried about her."
Chan widened his eyes and smiled. You wanted to punch that stupid smile out of his face.
"Are you jealous?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Fuck off."
You unlocked the door and went inside.
You lay down on your bed and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for you to sleep since you were exhausted. You couldn't say that you had a good night of sleep though, you woke up with a hangover and headache. Still, you had class first thing in the morning so you had to go.
You took a shower and got dressed up when you remembered what happened to Jisung. You were not ready to face the consequences of your actions, so you tried to leave without seeing him.
You were sitting in your class, trying to pay attention when Felix arrived.
"Hey," he said, sitting by your side.
"Hey," you whined.
"I have good news. There was a german girl at the party last night, so I did your job for you."
"Yay," you said without any enthusiasm.
"Aaand, since you kissed Jisung, you have the korean part. There's only Australia missing."
"Haven't you kissed any girls when you lived in Australia?" you interrogated him.
"I did, but I'm australian. I think it would be better from the perspective of someone who isn't, you know?"
You sighed.
When you started to pack your stuff to leave after the class was over, you groaned.
"What is it, Y/N?" Felix asked.
"I have to go home."
"And?"
"I kissed Jisung, Felix."
"Was it that bad?" Felix tilted his head, not understanding your point.
"That's not the point. He's my roommate and my friend, that's weird."
"Well, unless you are planning to move somewhere else, you'll have to talk to him."
You groaned again, throwing your head back.
You went home thinking about what exactly you would tell Jisung. You always thought that Jisung was an attractive guy and you would be lying if you said you never took a look at his body when he would walk around shirtless. There was even that one time where he brought a girl home, they tried to stay quiet but you could hear them fucking. That turned you on so much that you had to touch yourself. Still, Jisung was your friend and kissing your friends was not something that you usually did.
When you got home, you looked around for Jisung. You heard some noises in his room. You knocked at the door and he stayed silent for a while.
"Come in," he said.
"Hey," you purred when you opened the door. "I think I need to talk."
"Yeah, I think we should."
"Sorry for kissing you last night, that was a stupid thing to do," you stumbled on your words, barely giving yourself time to breathe.
"Y/N," Jisung raised his hand. "It's okay. You are a good kisser."
"Thanks. I guess."
"I have to admit that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was thinking..." Jisung hesitated for a moment, thinking deeply about what he was going to say.
"Why don't we do it again?" he suggested.
You bit your lips. You had to admit that that's not what you were expecting from him.
You sat at the edge of his bed, getting closer to him.
"Jisung, I... I kissed you because I wanted Chan to notice me, maybe get him jealous." Saying it out loud made you realize how childish and silly that was, you couldn't help but to feel embarrassed.
"Y/N, I don't care. It's not like I'm asking you to marry me," he laughed.
Jisung sat by your side.
"What do you think about being friends with benefits?"
He watched your reaction. You had a confused expression on your face, trying to understand his words.
"When was the last time that you had sex?" he asked.
"I don't know. Eight months ago?"
"See? It's been a while for me, too. Besides, you can even use me to make Chan jealous, if you want."
"Are you listening to yourself, Jisung?"
"Yes. We can still be friends, no feelings involved. Think about it."
Jisung got up from the bed and walked in the direction of the door.
"Ji-jisung."
He turned around to look at you. "Yes?"
"I want it."
Felix, 5:35 pm: Hey
Felix, 5:35 pm: Did you write your dissertation about the korean part?
Y/N, 5:38 pm: I did
Y/N, 5:38 pm: Even though I don't think it's really useful since I was drunk
Felix, 5:40 pm: You should kiss Jisung again then, lol
Y/N, 5:41 pm: Maybe I will ;)
Felix, 5:42 pm: Y/N??? You nasty little b
Felix, 5:43 pm: Send it to me, please.
Y/N, 5:45 pm: Okay.
Y/N, 5:45 pm: Hey, are going to do something tomorrow?
Felix, 5:48 pm: No, why?
Y/N, 5:49 pm: Let's go to the movies. There's that horror movie that we wanted to watch in the theaters.
Felix, 5:51 pm: Sure!
Y/N, 5:52 pm: Can I bring Jisung?
Felix, 5:52 pm: Yes
Felix, 5:54 pm: But don't you dare to make me feel like the third wheel.
Jisung didn't even know that you had plans with him that afternoon. But you wanted to spend time with him, to ensure the "friends" part of your negotiation. After accepting to be friends with benefits, he didn't talk about it anymore. You thought that he would kiss you again or something, but no, he went to the kitchen to make some mac and cheese for dinner and then went to sleep.
"Jisung," you said, knocking on his door. You know that if he was silent he was probably taking a nap.
"What?" he asked, in an annoyed voice.
"Can I come in?"
"Ugh, no, I'm sleeping."
You entered the room anyway. You swallowed hard when you saw that he was laying on his stomach, shirtless. His back was exposed for you to see. It was not the first time that you saw him like that, but it was the first time since you kissed him.
"Get up, we are going to the theater."
"We?" he asked, looking at you.
"Yes, you, me and, Felix."
"Aww," he whined. "I thought it would be a cute date."
Jisung winked at you with a cocky smile on his face.
"Shut up. You have ten minutes to get dressed."
You agreed with Felix to meet him at the movie theater, so you left with Jisung on an Uber.
When you arrived at the movie theater, you could see Felix at the line to buy the tickets, but he wasn't alone.
"Felix?" you asked when you got closer to him.
"Hey!" he said. "I hope you don't mind Chan coming with us. He insisted that he wanted to come. Like really."
"Hi, Y/N," Chan purred, smiling at you. He then looked a Jisung.
"Jisung," he said in a low voice. His face looked serious, it didn't look like he was happy to see Jisung there.
Chan looked back at you. “I hope you don’t mind if Felix and I accompany your date with your little friend with benefits.”
You didn’t have time for a reaction since Felix pulled you to buy your tickets and some popcorn and headed to the movie. The mood was heavy, Jisung walked around with his arm around your neck all the time and you saw Chan looking at you with an upset expression. Was he jealous? You didn't know.
You sat by Jisung's side on the theater and Felix sat by your side, but after talking about something with Chan, they switched places.
Chan's leg touched yours and you felt your heart dancing in your chest. Why couldn't you get over him? You held Jisung's hand, trying to distract yourself. You were not giving Chan what he wanted.
With the corner of your eye, you would see Chan watching you sometimes. But you avoided looking back at him at any cost.
Jisung would whisper some things in your ear during the movie, making you giggle.
Suddenly, you felt Chan moving next to you. He stretched out for a moment, but he left his arm on your chair, next to your shoulders. You swallowed hard and rolled your eyes. Would you be lying if you said you didn't like the sudden attention you were getting from Chan? Yes, you would. But you felt confused and angry. Chan was acting jealous out of nowhere, to the point where you started to feel guilty, while you had to deal with the countless times where you saw him with other girls. Still, you never acted like a jealous teenager around him, so yeah, you were not giving in.
The movie ended and all you wanted to do was to leave the theater. Jisung was by your side all the time, walking with you in front of Chan and Felix.
"Let's go home, darling," Jisung purred, after giving you a peck on the cheeks. You could tell that he was loving to tease Chan.
You said goodbye to Felix, and, reluctantly, to Chan and left with Jisung. When you got home you sat on the couch, still thinking about everything that was happening. Jisung sat by your side, almost sitting on your lap.
"Ouch," you whined.
"Sorry. What is up with Chan? He looked really angry at me today."
"I don't know and I don't care," you shrugged.
"Come on, Y/N. I think he has a crush on you and got all mad now that you have a man."
"Oh, I have a man?" you looked at Jisung with an amused expression.
"Well, we are friends with benefits, remember?" Jisung laid his head on your shoulder while his hand grabbed your thigh.
"I almost forgot since you didn't say anything about it anymore."
Jisung's thumb drew patterns on your skin while he talked.
"Well, I wanted to give you space, you know? To get used to it."
"Awn, you are so sweet."
"I am, baby."
You looked at Jisung, who was also looking at you. Slowly, you got closer to him until your lips touched. Now that you were sober, it wasn't so weird to kiss him. He was very eager, but not in a bad way. He played with your tongue while he guided the kiss, holding your head with his hand. Suddenly, he grabbed your waist, making you sit on his lap. He kept on kissing you, running his hands through your body. You started to grind on his boner, just to tease him a little. Jisung held hard on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you would grind harder on him. You couldn't hold the little whine that left your lips when you felt his hard dick against your clit.
"Take this off," he whispered, helping you to take off your t-shirt. He didn't waste time, grabbing your boobs and pulling your bra down. he licked one of your nipples while he played with the other. You moaned loud, rocking your hips on his cock. Jisung started to kiss your neck, working to take his belt off. He opened his pants and freed his dick.
"Are you on the pill?" he asked.
"Yes."
Your skirt was already raised, exposing your wet panties. He pulled your panties to the side and held your waist, helping you out so you could slide on his dick. You whined when you felt him stretching you out. You started to ride his dick at a fast pace, not giving your pussy time to adjust.
"Fuck, Y/N," Jisung moaned. "I'm not gonna last long if you keep it like that."
"Play with my clit, I'm close," you whined. He rubbed his thumb against your clit while you sat on his dick. After a little while, you came, kissing him on the lips. Quickly, you got off his lap and got on your knees. You grabbed his dick and started pumping and sucking it. Jisung came, moaning loud, filling your mouth up with his hot cum. You swallowed it and looked at him with an innocent face.
"That's fucking hot," he whined.
"Y/N, we need to finish our project," Felix said. You were sitting in the cafeteria. You had only one week before you had to deliver the project and Felix was starting to panic.
"I know, I'm still looking for a guy who is from Australia that's not you."
"You know a guy that's Australian and it's not me."
"Felix, I'm not going to kiss Chan," you grumped.
"Why not?"
You turned around to see Chan standing behind you, with that cocky smile that he always had on his face. He sat on the table by your side.
"Felix told me about your project. Why are not going to kiss me? Is your little boyfriend going to stay mad?" he teased.
"You know that Jisung it's not my boyfrie-," you stopped once you noticed that you were explaining yourself. You cleaned your throat. "I don't owe you any explanation, Chan. And Felix, you really need to stop exposing my life to him."
Felix frowned.
"Come on, Y/N. You would rather fail than to kiss me?" he asked, tilting his head and looking at you, using a soft voice. You hated how he made you feel butterflies in your stomach by the way he looked at you. You hated how he looked so good with that stupid sweatshirt and his messy hair, making you think that he was probably late for college today. Probably because he was fucking some hot girl the night before.
"I'm n-not gonna fail. I'll kiss Felix if I have to." You got up and left, going home. Felix called your name but you kept walking. In your college, there were a lot of foreign students, but not many australians, from what you knew. You knew that were no way that Felix would kiss you, so you had to do something. You were looking on Tinder, trying to find what you needed when Felix messaged you asking for you to go to his house. He said that you needed to at least finish to write the project, even if Australia was missing.
You went to his apartment, ready to be angry at Chan, but you soon learned that he wasn't there. You and Felix did what you had to do and by the end of it, you were both mentally exhausted.
"How come just writing something can be so tiring?" Felix asked, throwing himself on the couch.
"Probably because we are both very stupid," you stated.
"That must be it. I'm kind of hungry but we don't have anything to eat. I think I’m going to the supermarket to buy us something, okay?"
"Okay. I'm gonna review our work while you are there."
You were sitting there, doing your job for about ten minutes when you heard the door opening.
"Already?" you asked.
"Y/N?"
"Oh, Chan. I thought it was Felix." you sighed.
"Sorry to disappoint."
Chan went to his room and stayed there for a while. You found it strange that he didn't come to tease you.
"Y/N, can you come to my room for a moment?"
"I'm busy."
You felt your palms sweating. Was he really inviting you to stay alone, in his room, with him?
"Please? It's going to be really quick, I need to show you something."
You wanted to say no, you really did. But you went to his room anyway.
Chan closed the door when you were inside and told you to sit on the chair next to the table. He had his notebook turned on.
"Put this on," he said, handing you his earphones.
Chan played a song. It had a smooth melody, with soft lyrics. The person singing had a sweet voice. The lyrics talked about feelings and liking someone. It was short, about a minute and a half.
"Do you like it?" Chan asked, with expectation shining on his eyes.
"Yes, it's beautiful."
He leaned on the edge of the table next to you. "Well, I wrote it and produced it. I also recorded it," he said with a smile on his face, but this time it wasn't a cocky one, he looked satisfied.
"Oh, are you the one singing?"
"Yes."
"I didn't know you could sing."
Chan played with his fingers and looked down. You have never seen him like that before. He looked hesitant, almost nervous.
"Y/N, I-"
"Hello?" Felix opened Chan's door. "Y/N, I was looking for you. We need to finish our project."
Chan didn't say anything, he just left the room.
"I hope I'm not interrupting something," Felix added.
You shrugged and went to the living room with him. You finished all you needed about your project and went home. You looked for Jisung, until you found him in his room.
"Can I come in?" you timidly asked when you opened the door.
"Of course."
You ran to his bed, getting under the covers with him. He was sitting down with his back against the headboard, he looked like he was studying.
"I don't want to bother you, Jisung."
"That's fine. What's up?" he directed his attention to you.
"I'm so confused."
"About what?"
"About Chan."
Jisung laughed. "Tell me about it."
"Today he showed a song that he wrote. It was about love and stuff. And he has been acting all jealous. I don't know how to feel about it."
"You really like him, don't you?"
You sighed. "Jisung, I don't think we should be friends with benefits anymore."
"It's okay, Y/N. Can we still be friends?"
"Of course!" you hugged him, resting your head against his chest.
"I'm gonna miss the sex though," he teased.
"Jisung!"
"Just kidding, baby."
Y/N, 9:45 pm: Felix
Y/N, 9:45 pm: We have one day before our project is due
Y/N, 9:45 pm: I'm gonna ask you something
Felix, 9:58 pm: Y/N I DON'T WANT TO KISS YOU
Y/N, 9:59 pm: It's not that, dumbass
Y/N, 9:59 pm: I need you to ask Chan if he will kiss me
Y/N, 10:00 pm: But I want to make it clear that this is strictly
professional
Felix, 10:02 pm: Okay, I'm gonna talk to him
You had no other choice anymore. You couldn't afford to have a bad grade so yeah, you were going to kiss Bang Chan.
Felix said that you would have to go to their apartment. You already started to feel nervous. When you arrived, Chan opened the door for you. "Where's Felix?"" you asked. You were holding tight on the sleeve of your blouse. You walked past Chan while you entered their apartment and you felt your legs going weak when you smelled his cologne. He smelled so good.
"He said that he wanted to give us privacy," he answered.
You frowned, that was typical of him.
"Look, I'm only doing this because I need to, okay? We don't have much time anymore and we really need to finish this project."
Chan got closer to you, looking into your eyes. You wanted to run away.
"Okay," he said.
You stayed there looking for each other. You didn't know what to do.
"A-are you going to kiss me?" you asked.
Chan smirked.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous," he admitted.
"You? Nervous?"
"Yeah."
"Chan, please. I've seen you kissing a bunch of girls a lot of times and you've never looked like you were nervous."
"Yeah, but they were not you."
Chan's words danced in your ears.
"That's not funny."
"What?" he asked.
"It's not fun to play with someone's feeling like that."
"I'm not playing with your feelings, Y/N. I'm serious."
Chan touched your chin, making you feel shivers down your spine. One little touch and he had you on the palm of his hand.
"I've known for a long time that you had a crush on me."
You felt your cheeks burning.
"I've always thought that you were amazing. Gorgeous, funny, smart. I just thought I wasn't good enough for you. But when I saw you kissing Jisung... I don't know. I felt so bad. I think I was used to having you around."
Chan's hand that was on your chin ran to your cheek, holding the side of your face.
"C-chan," you whispered.
Chan shortened the distance between your bodies and kissed you. By the moment where his lips touched yours, you knew for sure that you would get addicted to it. His plump lips were soft and warm, welcoming yours like a tight hug. His other hand grabbed your waist, getting you closer to him. It was so soft and sweet, not something that you would expect from him. You held onto his neck, touching him to make sure you weren't dreaming. You wanted more. You slid your tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss.
Your hand ran through his chest until it reached the end of his shirt. You put your hand under his shirt, feeling his abs.
"Y/N," Chan said.
"Please," you whispered against his lips. You weren't thinking straight anymore.
Chan's lips started to go down until they reached your neck. He sucked on it, making you whimper.
"Are you sure about it? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he asked, looking right into your eyes.
"I want to."
Chan held your hand and took you to his room. He told you to lay on his bed. You never thought that this would happen one day.
He laid down next to you, facing you.
"We don't have to do anything, Y/N." He smiled, the stupid dimples making his face look cuter than ever. "We can just talk, maybe kiss and-"
"Chan. I want you to fuck me." You were begging. You were begging for that cock like a little bitch and you were not embarrassed.
Chan widened his eyes and swallowed hard. "Okay, okay," he giggled.
He got on his knees and took his shirt off. You have never seen him shirtless and you were pretty much pleased by what you saw. You wanted to kiss every inch of his pale skin.
Chan got on top of you. He kissed you, exploring your lips. You were wearing a dress that was quickly on the floor of his room.
"Fuck," Chan groaned when he saw you only in lingerie. You saw the boner on his pants and licked your lips. You pushed him on the bed and got on top of him. You helped him so he could take off his pants and underwear. His dick was marvelous. Above average, thick, pink tip and veiny. You didn't waste time, you grabbed it and started to lick the head. Chan moaned, closing his eyes. You twirled your tongue around it while you pumped it with your hand. You sucked hard on the tip and Chan moaned again. You tried to go down on it as much as could, which wasn't much since deepthroating wasn't your specialty, but you guessed that Chan was enjoying it by the sounds he was making.
Chan grabbed your head and stopped you.
"Lay down, baby girl," he demanded. He opened the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed and grabbed a condom but he didn't put it on yet. Instead, he took off your lingerie and got between your legs. He slowly kissed your belly, going down your body. He bit the inside of your thighs, leaving marks behind. He finally went where you wanted him to. He licked your pussy lips, making you whine. He teased you, going from penetrating you with his tongue to licking your clit. You were moaning and whimpering, feeling your orgasm approaching.
"Chan, please," you moaned.
He started to finger you while he licked your clit. It was too much for you and you came on his mouth. Chan kept licking you until you couldn't take it anymore because of the overstimulation.
He took the condom, slid it on his dick and, pumped it a few times. He kissed you, making you taste your own juices. He finally started to slide himself into you, slowly. You whined, feeling him stretching your pussy.
"Fuck, baby. So fucking good," he whimpered. When he was fully inside, he gave you a deep kiss. He kissed you for a while, giving you time to get used to him inside of you.
"C-chan," you moaned.
He started to move, pounding into you at a slow and deep pace. You could feel every inch of him inside of you and you loved it. Chan's moaning was driving you crazy.
"So good, baby," he said in your ear. His low voice went straight to your folds, getting you wetter.
He kept it slow and intimate, rubbing his pelvis against your clit.
"Chan, I'm g-gonna cum."
"Cum for me, baby girl."
You came again, feeling your legs shaking. Chan kept fucking you until he felt his high approaching.
"Ah, fuck, baby," he whined when he came, thrusting deep inside of you. Chan lay down by your side. He took the condom off and threw it in the trash bin next to his bed.
He hugged you, making you lay on his chest. You stayed quiet, listening to his heartbeat, no words were needed. Chan played with your hair, his warm arms making you feel safe. Suddenly, your stomach growled.
"Somebody's hungry," Chan teased. He started to move so he could get up.
"No!" you whined.
"I'm gonna get something for you to eat, baby," he giggled.
You let go of him and Chan got up from the bed. He put on his underwear and went to the kitchen. You decided to put your clothes on. Some minutes later Chan came back. He widened his eyes when he saw you with your dress back on.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, worried.
"No, I just wanted to put it back on. Unless you want me to leave."
"Of course not!"
Chan sat by your side on the bed, he brought a plate with a sandwich and a cup of orange juice.
"Here," he handed it to you.
You ate while Chan talked about the songs he was producing. It was interesting to hear even though you had no understanding about the subject.
"It's getting late. I'm gonna get dressed so I can take you home, okay?" he said.
"You don't have to, Chan."
"But I want to."
Chan walked you to your apartment. He stayed with you in front of your dorm for a while, kissing and hugging you like he didn't want to let you go. Reluctantly, he went back home. When you went inside, you were surprised to see Felix sitting on the couch with Jisung, playing video games.
"Wow, finally," he said.
"That was a long kiss," Jisung teased. He didn't sound bitter, it really looked like he was being funny, which made you feel relieved. You sat between them, laying your head on Felix's shoulder.
"I had sex with him."
"Too much information," Jisung said. They laughed.
"It's not funny, guys."
"What's wrong, Y/N?" Felix asked. "Isn't that good? You've had a crush on him since forever."
"Yeah, but what if I gave him what he wanted?" You got up from the couch, frustrated. "He had sex with me, so he will probably run for the next girl to fuck."
"Y/N, I'm pretty sure he's head over hills for you," Jisung said.
"I'm going to my room."
Later that night you finished your project with Felix. It was due soon, so you were relieved but disappointed in yourself. You let yourself go so easily. You didn't want to feel like that, but you couldn't help it. You were feeling insecure. It wasn't just sex to you, you really felt a connection with Chan. But did he feel the same? What if he just acted as he liked you so he could fuck you? Claim you as his so he could show dominance against Jisung? You didn't know.
The day to deliver the project finally arrived. You were relieved that it was finally done and the semester was almost over too. Soon you would be on vacation from college.
When you were leaving the classroom, you saw Chan waiting for you outside.
"Hey," he said when you got closer.
"Hi."
He hugged and kissed your cheek.
"Wow, right in front of me, disgusting," Felix said.
"Can I have your phone number?" Chan asked. "I thought of asking Felix, but I wanted to ask you in person. I also wanted to see you."
"Yeah. Of course."
"Hey, guys. I love both of you, but you are not going to make me the third wheel," Felix said, standing between you and Chan and intertwining his arms with yours and with Chan's.
It was the last day of class. You and Felix got a 9 out of 10 on your project. Felix thought it deserved more but you were just happy that you did well. Your teacher said that she was impressed by the theme you chose. She loved how bold it was and it was exactly the type of stuff that she wanted. You laughed about the way Felix got excited because she complimented your project.
You were sitting in the cafeteria with Jisung, Felix and, Chan.
At first, the idea of Chan and Jisung together made you uncomfortable, but they seemed to get along, so you were satisfied.
Jisung also thought it would be better if he moved in with Felix so Chan could live in the dorm with you, which Chan promptly accepted.
You went home with Chan, talking about your plans for your vacation and how you could spend time together. You ate and watched some TV, but you were really tired. Chan laid down on the couch and you laid on top of him, resting your face on his chest.
You loved to stay with him like this, feeling the warmth of his body. You just stayed there with your eyes closed and feeling his perfume. Chan's phone rang and quickly answered, he didn't know that you were awake and he didn't want it to bother you. You heard him talking to some guy, he was inviting Chan to a party.
"Thanks for inviting me, mate, but I'll have to decline," he said, almost whispering. "I'm with my girlfriend and I want to spend the day with her."
You smiled. Chan was what you always wanted and you finally had it, and he also had you.
A/N: This is a long ass fanfic, I tried to proofread it but it might still have some grammatical errors. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
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What did he say? - Daniel Ricciardo one shot
Update: I just realized it's Carlos' birthday TODAY! I'm so so sorry hahaha I feel like a jerk, but it's just play pretend ok?
Guys, this is based on a dream I had but listen, it’s so weird cause I KNOW this is not like Carlos AT ALL. He’s kind of the vilan in this one... Please don’t be mad if you’re a Carlos fan, it’s just for fun, I swear. I’ll even try to write something with him later to make it up to you guys! Also, I clearly don't know how vacuum works in racing, so again, just humor me and pretend I got it right, ok?
As always, please take the time to let me know what you think, means a lot to me (even if it’s constructive criticism)! And thank you so much to everyone that always does! 💕 Your lovely messages always motivate me to keep writing!
Warnings: angst, jealous Daniel, kind of a dick Carlos (again, sorry! I know he’d never)
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I was in the “side stage” at the press room for the Austin GP, the first I ever went and of course, the first with Daniel, as his girlfriend. He was answering questions along with Pierre Gasly on stage. There were a few people besides me, including some of the drivers, waiting for their turn to face the press.
"Coco, ¿quién es?" I heard Carlos Sainz whispering to his cousin, nodding his head in my direction.
"No conozco. ¿Creo que es periodista?" his cousin answered looking at me. I just acted like I wasn't listening, or understanding, not sure why though.
"No, si fuera periodista estaría allá fuera, haciendo preguntas" Carlos continued.
"Sí, pero no me parece estar perdida" his cousin commented, they kept whispering but I could hear them very clearly.
"Qué pena, no me importaría darte direcciones" Carlos said with a smirk and I felt really uncomfortable at that, which only made me stay even more frozen in place and wish Daniel came back sooner.
"Si no te conociera, diría que acabas de romper una relación. Ni siquiera puedes ver a una chica alrededor" his cousin said hitting him playfully in the head.
"¿Y te parece esta una chica cualquier? Siempre debes andar con supermodelos, ¿no?" Carlos joked back.
"Vale, tienes razón" his cousin answered him and I was counting the seconds for Daniel to come back now.
"Pero sin duda es nueva aquí. Me recordaría de algo como eso. Tampoco pienso ser americana, ellas no tienen esta-" Just then someone called him.
"Sainz, you're up next" Daniel walked out, coming by my side. "Hey" he said to me and I smiled. "They just asked to wait 5 minutes, something about changing the batteries of the mics" he said looking back at Carlos, his cousin, and Kimi, who was going to be pairing with Carlos in the press conference and was just hanging in the corner by himself this whole time.
"Alright, thanks mate" Carlos answered.
"Hey, have you guys met (y/n)? Carlos, Carlos, (y/n)... (y/n), Carlos, Carlos" Daniel made the introductions grinning like a teenager, probably finding it super funny that they had the same first name.
"¡Hola! Mucho gusto en conocerlos, soy (y/n). ¿Como están?" I extended my hand to greet them, feeling much more confident now that I had a 5' 9" Australian by my side. They looked startled at me and then at each other.
“¿Hablas español?” Carlos asked me.
“Sí, y compreendo muy bien también” I told him and my tone made it clear I knew exactly what they were talking about earlier and didn’t like it a bit.
"Carlos, Kimi, they're ready for you" an assistant called.
"Good one kid" Kimi said to me when he walked past us, winking at Daniel. Carlos followed him to the stage and since I didn't want to just stand there in the remains of the awkward situation with Dan and Carlos’ cousin, I just walked in the opposite direction, outside the press room. Not too long after, Daniel walked after me.
"Hey, what was that about?" he asked, still smiling. Boy, he wouldn't be smiling for too long after I told him what that was about.
"What?" I asked, trying not to make a big deal. He reached for my hand, taking it in his.
"You know what. Come on, what happened back there? Did you guys know each other?"
"No!" I have to tell him now, or he'll think I have something to hide. I took a deep breath. "They were talking between themselves before you come out, in Spanish. And I don't think they thought I could understand" he looked at me confused but then it hit him and his expression changed from confusion to rage.
"What did they said?"
"Nothing, it's not a big deal ok? I just wanted to let them know I could understand, so I just said 'hello' in Spanish, that's all" I said, walking away from the place where we were standing and pulling his hand. God knows I didn't want to be there when Carlos walked out, or better, for Daniel to be there.
"I figured that much. But what did he said? Just tell me" Daniel looked at me.
"Let's just go? Please? It's not worth it. What are you going to do? Sucker punch him?"
"Do I need to sucker punch him? Is it that bad?"
"No! Dan, please, let's just go. This is not going to lead us anywhere"
"(y/n)"
"I'll tell you. Promise. Back at the trailer, okay?" I tried to negotiate.
"Fine"
When we stepped back inside his driver's room, Daniel closed the door and looked at me.
"Alright. Spill it"
"Promise me you won't do anything to him"
"Absolutely not. The longer you stall me, the more pissed off I get"
"Okay” I knew I had no choice and honestly, why should I protect him really? I’m just worried about how this might make Daniel feel. “They were wondering who I was, his cousin was teasing him saying he was only interested because he just ended a relationship"
"That's not all" he said and I didn't answer, just looked away, shaking my head. "Alright. I'm sorry you had to hear that. But you can tell me these things ok? I want to protect you baby" He said stepping closer to me and hugging me.
"I don't want you to cause trouble for something stupid"
"Hey!" he said pulling away a bit to look at me. "This is not stupid. Nothing about you is stupid. It's a big deal baby, that’s plain disrespectful. I want you here with me, always. And I want you to feel comfortable here, okay?"
"I feel comfortable now" I said hugging him closer. He smiled and kissed the top of my head.
"Fuckers" he whispered to himself.
"Promise me you won't confront him. He'll deny, or start a fight. Or both. And besides, it’s not so much what he said, it’s more like how they were eyeing me. And I don't want you to get involved in a scandal" I said pulling away and sitting down in a chair. Daniel leaned against the table, looking at me.
"A scandal?" he laughed.
"You do know gossip is the major product of motorsports, right?" I smirked at him.
"Fair enough" he agreed. "Fuck baby, the things I have to deal with for having a goddess as a girlfriend" he was joking now, so the mood seemed lighter, but knowing Daniel, I knew he hadn't completely let that go yet. I just rolled my eyes at him. Hopefully, the events of the weekend would be enough to get his mind out of it.
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Friday and Saturday kept us busy enough so that we didn’t touch the subject anymore, but I could still catch Daniel staring at Carlos here and there. And I could definitely see Carlos staring at me too, which I tried to avoid at all costs, staying out of his visual field. If Daniel saw that, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold him back again.
On Sunday I’d be watching from the garage with Michael and Blake, which was super exciting, to see all the action from the front row. But I didn’t want to disturb Daniel’s routine, so I tried to stay back a little. Yet, he kept coming to steal kisses and joke around. He seemed really relaxed and confident. He was P5 and I took the care to see that Carlos was P8, so I knew they might race each other eventually but I also knew that Dan would be much more preoccupied doing what he does best and overtaking the 4 in front of him to even think about whoever was behind. Everything was going to be fine, no harm done.
“Alright. Time to go” he announced to me. “Kiss for good luck?”
“Good luck. Just go and do what you do best, okay? And try to come back in one piece” I smiled through the kiss and then watched him take his helmet from the table, wink at me, and turn to walk towards his Mclaren. My chest was tight but I could only pray and hope now.
The cars were already outside the garage for some reason, so Dan was walking out when Carlos passed in front of the orange crew. He stopped to greet some of them and that would be fine, except he was not paying any attention to the people he was talking to. He was looking inside the garage like he was looking for something, or rather someone, cause when he saw me he nodded like he was greeting me and checked me out, head to toes. Dan saw it and looked back inside just in time to see me step aside, behind Michael, clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing.
“Hey... man” Carlos greeted Daniel. And his tone made me sure that it wasn’t even about me anymore. Carlos knew how much it must be bothering Daniel and was clearly using it to try and get him pissed off and unfocused. The thing is, very few things were capable of getting Daniel out of his “all good all ways” vibe, but when they did, you definitely don’t want to be on his way. I’m actually a bit worried about the other drivers now, Carlos included, because Dan just turned back to his machine, like he knew exactly what he was going to do and nothing would stop him, getting inside the car a mere formality. He didn’t even bother to take a second look at Carlos.
“Oh boy” I commented.
“Yeah, I saw it” Michael said to me. “What was that about anyway? I thought they got along fine”. I don’t say anything else, and from that moment on my eyes are glued to the screen in front of us, following any micro movement Daniel makes.
They go for the warm-up lap, which feels like it takes forever, and then, finally, Grid formation. That sign must be broken cause the lights also took hours to change.
3, 2, 1... there they go. Thank god we’re wearing masks, otherwise, my nails and fingertips would be long gone.
The first turn is a sharp one and Daniel had an opening to overtake Perez, the first driver in front of him, we could see it clearly from the drone view, but he didn’t take it. What is he doing?
“What is he doing?” Somebody in the garage voiced my thoughts.
“You had an opening Daniel” the engineer said on the radio.
“All under control. I know what I’m doing. How far are the others behind me?” Daniel answered.
I hoped he wasn’t doing what I thought he was doing but I already knew he was. Being the risk-it-all-idiot he was, Dan was waiting for Carlos to catch up to him. Knowing him, I knew he wanted to race and beat him personally, which was crazy stupid, but wouldn’t take long since Carlos had already overtaken Gasly and Alonso, and was now only a few nanoseconds behind Daniel.
“Come on Dan” I said to myself.
“Come on Daniel” Blake practically yelled at the screen.
I feel like throwing up. He’s gonna get hurt and jeopardize all the work the team put into the weekend just to... to what? I don’t even know. If he gets out of this race alive, I’ll personally kill him.
The race’s still going, no major changes after the first turn. Then suddenly Daniel seems to remember he had a gas pedal, finally getting speed in the big straight and leaving Perez behind. Carlos followed him, seeming to use the vacuum in his favor. Everybody in the garage celebrates, but I’m too focused to cheer along. He’s so close to the podium now. Just keep it up, baby. Carlos is still on his tail.
“Good job mate” the engineer says on the radio. “Watch for Sainz on your right. Bottas’ next”
“Keep me posted on Sainz’s time” it’s all Daniel says.
A couple more laps go and he’s really trying to overtake Bottas, not playing games anymore. Carlos doesn’t seem to try to overtake him even once though, he’s too far behind still.
More laps go by and I can’t standstill. When they’re in the 19th lap, with Max and Hamilton battling each other and taking turns in the lead, Daniel’s voice comes on the radio.
“Let’s be the first to box” I’m not sure what he’s playing at, as it’s still too soon to box, but the team seems to agree.
“Copy that. I’ll let you know when. Let’s get a couple more laps in. Keep this up for now” his engineer answers.
“Understood” Daniel’s voice come through the radio. “How’s Sainz time?”
“At least 1.5 seconds behind you” the engineer informs him.
“Understood” Daniel says.
He’s planning something. Not sure what, and I don’t know if I even could, not knowing much about racing strategies, but it definitely has something to do with Carlos and what happened earlier.
“Ouch!” I hear Michael say and nod towards the screen, making me focus on the race again, and not only on Daniel. Max and Hamilton had touched tires. “They're really going at it, definitely using way more tires than necessary"
"If Dan box before them..." I begin to ask.
"He needs a fast box, gaining speed later and for their box to be slower, but yeah, that's his best shot at them" Michael explains to me.
"Come on baby" I whisper to myself.
Daniel seems to finally get close enough to Bottas, but the Finnish guy won't make it easy for him. Turn 11 on sector 2 will be his best shot now and it's getting closer.
The garage and the radio go silent. Feels like the whole world is holding their breaths while Daniel smoothly overtakes Bottas from his left. And then I almost go deaf with all the cheering around me, it's a podium for Daniel, for now.
Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to last too long, cause once he comes to the box all the other drivers will pass him. It's just so frustrating.
"Good job mate. Spectacular time. Box now" the engineer informs on the radio.
"Box confirmed. We need to ace this, boys" Daniels says.
Not even a full minute later, I hear his car and see it on the screen. I look outside to see the orange machine with the big 3 in front of it, but I don't even have time to try and take a look at him, cause 2.3 seconds later (or at least that's what the TV tells me) there he goes again. The good news is, only Bottas passed him. The bad news is he almost crashes into Carlos when he comes out of the Pit Lane.
Some of the crew were still celebrating the fast pit stop when they realized what happened. I let out a gasp. They touched tires but Carlos seemed to have managed to get away from Daniel, quickly returning to his side a moment later but struggling to keep it up. Dan, on the other side, seems unbothered. He keeps gaining speed, even though the pit exit is right on the first turn.
"Take it easy now mate, even if Sainz passes you, his time is not enough to stay in front" the engineer informs Daniel, clearly worried that the risk doesn't justify the ends.
"Understood" Daniel responds.
We're on lap 30 now and just as the engineer said, Carlos is a full 2 seconds behind Daniel. Bottas still in front of him (which is frustrating for me because he had just overtaken him before the pit stop), then Hamilton, and finally Max.
"Daniel" the engineer calls him. "How're the tires?"
"All good"
"Good. Ready to race, mate? Hamilton's going to box now"
"Before Bottas?"
"Yes, that's confirmed"
"Understood"
I listen to the conversation between Daniel and the engineer closely, but I can't say I know exactly what the implications are.
"Bottas' going to second, Daniel to third again. Let's hope for a slow pitstop for Hamilton, so when he comes out, he comes in third and races Daniel. That's the best-case scenario, so he needs to gain speed now" Blake explains to me.
"Got it" I confirm to him. "What about Bottas? He should box on the next lap right?"
"Yeah. If Daniel overtakes him still on this lap, the difference will be too big for him to recover after his pit stop. Hopefully" He tells me.
There's a lot of 'hopefullys' and 'best-case scenarios' in this conversation, but I'll take it. I start to silently pray right away, eyes glued to the screen to see exactly what Blake predicted unfold: Hamilton pit stops, Bottas and Daniel are the firsts to go up on the positions, then Carlos, Alonso, and Gasly. The first turn comes again and Dan seises the opportunity to overtake Bottas, who, to his credit, is fighting real hard, but Dan isn't letting him take back his position.
Dan is P2 now. Max is almost 3 seconds in front of him. Hamilton comes out of the pit lane behind Gasly, it should take him long to again his positions.
"Bottas to box on this lap mate" the engineer announces.
"Not worried about Bottas. What about Max?" Daniel answers. A few moments of silence follow.
"Box confirmed for Max on this lap as well. Just get closer to him" the engineer instructs.
"Understood" Daniel answers.
"Come on, baby" I cheer silently again.
"Fuck! He's gonna make it" Michael yells. "Come on Daniel!"
Bottas is 2 seconds behind Daniel, and on the big straight Daniel manages to shorten his time difference to Max to 1.8 seconds. The next thing I know, Max is coming down the pit lane, quickly followed by Bottas. Daniel is P1. I can't believe this. Carlos is P2, but he hasn't boxed yet. Surprisingly enough, Alonso is P3 and, not so surprisingly, Hamilton is already P4 and gaining speed.
"Alonso hasn't boxed yet" Blake comments. That's bad news if we were hoping for him to defend his position against Hamilton. I take a look on the TV and they're showing the conditions of his tires, which to me doesn't mean anything.
"Will he be able to hold him?" I ask Blake.
"Not sure, he's tough though and doesn't want Hamilton to win, that's for sure" Blake answers me.
Then we hear Max passing outside, had almost forgotten about him.
"That took him longer than normal" Michael comments and we look at the screen, his pit stop was 3.6 seconds long. An eternity for the Redbull team. But awesome news for us. Bottas had already left the pit lane, his pit stop was 2.4 seconds long.
The grid is now Daniel, Carlos, Alonso, Hamilton, Bottas, and then Max. Alonso is still holding Hamilton back. Normally, I'd guess Carlos would box soon and maybe even Alonso, but since I know Carlos has some personal motivation against Daniel, I feel like he's going to hold on the longer he can and the same goes for Alonso regarding Hamilton.
We're at the final 10 laps now and nothing has changed, except Carlos is dangerously closer to Daniel now. Alonso still hasn't let Hamilton go by him, repeating the Hungaroring events. I hear the signal of the radio, indicating we're about to hear some communication between Daniel and his engineer, and my chest tightens. It's Daniel's voice that comes on then.
"Something wrong. I'm losing power" Fuck. No.
"Sainz is at your tail. Can you hold on?" the engineer asks.
"I don't know. Fuck. It's just not working. How much's the difference?"
"Less than 1 second"
"Fuck. Why hasn't he boxed yet?"
"His tires are in real bad condition. But I don't think he's going to do it now"
"I'll put some pressure on him"
"Negative. Negative. Stay away"
"Not going to touch him. Pinky promise" Bastard. I can hear the smirk in his voice, even though this is extremely dangerous and insane pressure, Daniel's still having the time of his life.
9 laps to go.
8 laps to go.
Carlos almost overtakes Daniel.
"Engine's not good. Can you do something?" Daniel asks.
"Negative. 7 laps to go mate, just hold it"
"Understood"
On the big straight of the 51st lap, Carlos overtakes Daniel, but then on the next turn, Daniel takes back his position. The sequel of turns that follows is the most nerve-wracking thing I've ever seen in my life, they're so close to each other, and at such a high speed that if they simply touch tires they would fly off the track and everything would be lost to both of them, maybe even their lives.
"Hamilton passed Alonso, mate. Watch out" the engineer informs him, and I look at the screen. Fuck.
"Fuuuuck" Daniel says on the radio.
It's the 52nd lap now, only 4 more to go and Carlos doesn't even signal a pit stop. He's going to try to make the whole race without it.
"Ferrari is not happy with him" Michael laughs a dark laugh. I knew he had a history of being stubborn but this is too much.
"His tires are at less than 10% integrity. How is he still going?" I ask.
There's the big straight again and Carlos falls a bit behind Daniel, but I've watched enough to know that that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing. Just as I predicted, he tries to use Daniel's vacuum to gain more speed and overtake him, Daniel doesn't let him through and get in front of him, making him almost go off track. That would be a "normal" movement, except Hamilton was using Carlos' vacuum in his favor and, when Carlos is forced to change directions, Hamilton hits his back left tire, which makes it blows off and it's a mess from then on.
Daniel is far from the whole ordeal by now, safe and sound, thankfully. But Carlos spins in the track, taking Hamilton with him. They both go off track and Max flies by, followed by Bottas, Charles (where did he come from?), and then Alonso.
"Are they alright?" It's the first thing that comes up to me to ask.
"Fuck! That was crazy. Is everyone ok?" Daniel asks on the radio.
"Positive. Everyone's ok. Keep going, mate. 3 more laps to go" the engineer informs him.
"Who's behind me now? Bottas?" Daniel asks.
"Max. But he's at least 2 seconds behind, we should be fine" I hear the engineer say and it's like I can almost breathe again. Daniel's going to win this thing. He's so close now.
"It wasn't Daniel's fault, was it? Can they punish him in some way for the accident?" I ask Michael.
"Don't know. He was defending his position, but he's been closing in Carlos ever since the begging of the race. Depends on how Ferrari and Mercedes spin this, they'll try anything that favors them" Michael explains to me in a worried tone.
They're in the final lap and Daniel's been clearly losing speed. Something's wrong with the engine. But it's the final lap, just a few more moments, come on baby, you can do it. Max is so close to him though, I wouldn't be surprised if the winner was declared based on the replay of the finishing line. The big straight comes up and Dan has to stay out of Max's front, so as to not give him any advantages.
I can barely see it, but at the same time, I can't take my eyes off the screen.
"Full force now mate, final sector. You can win this" the engineer says on the radio but Daniel doesn't respond. Max is right by his side, he's going to pass him.
There's smoke coming out of his car, the whole thing is going to blow off any second now. Oh my god, please just a few more seconds.
5 turns to go.
4 turns to go.
3 turns to go. Max overtakes him. Shit.
2 turns to go. Daniel wins his place on the podium back.
Final turn. Daniel's in the front, barely. They cross the finish line and the whole garage explores with cheering. There are people running outside to wave at him. I can only smile and hold my own head like it would fall off otherwise. He did it. He fucking did it.
"Woo-hoo! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" I can hear Daniel on the radio, screaming his lungs out.
"Good job mate. Spectacular work. First-class, really! Well done!" the engineer cheers on.
The next thing I know, Michael is hugging me and lifting me from the ground just to puck me back down and Blake lift me up again. I can only laugh at their excitement. I'm so happy for Daniel I can barely grasp it!
"Let's go!" Blake puts me down and runs outside the garage. I follow him out, to the place where Daniel is stopping the car, a bunch of smoke coming out and some people with fire extinguishers around it.
He's got his fists up, celebrating. But is still inside the car. Then he takes off the steering wheel and handles it to one of the mechanics waiting outside. He gets out of the car and stands on top of it, smokes still coming out from behind. It's a nice picture. I just hoped he got away from that thing before it explodes, but it's a nice picture, can't deny it.
Then he jumps down and run towards the crew, jumping over them, helmet still on. Everybody is celebrating and cheering, I can only laugh and clap at the scene before me. So much joy and happiness going on, the energy is amazing! Then I can see Daniel looking around, but since his helmet is still on, I have no idea what he's doing. Somebody seems to understand though and they wave at me, calling me to come closer. I approach, but I'm still unsure, don't want to get in the middle of the team's celebration. But Daniel grabs me, pulling me closer and hugging me. I just laugh, can't barely see him with the suit and helmet still on. He's saying something, but I can't understand a thing.
"What?" I laugh at his attempts to communicating with me. He opens his helmet visor and repeats.
"I fucking won baby!" He yells laughing.
"I know! I know! You won Dan! I'm so proud! You're the best baby!"
"I need to get this thing off" he says struggling to get the helmet and the balaclava off, when he finally manages to do it, he jumps over the fence that was separating us and hugs me again, lifting me in the air and kissing me deeply, making everyone around us cheer even louder and I smile against his lips. I wrap my legs around him and he keeps kissing me, only after a few seconds do I pull away to breathe and he touches our foreheads. I laugh again, just enjoying the feeling of pure happiness for him.
"I'm so proud of you. You were so good. This is crazy" I whisper to him.
"Get used to it, cause there's more where it came from" he answers kissing me again.
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