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viii. shining bright in suzuka - t.w.
pairing: female driver! x toto wolff
word count: 3.0k
warnings: this chapter is a lot milder, so my apologies. cursing, banter, teasing, references to sex, toto being flustered as fuck, discussion of hickeys, references to oral (f! receiving), yadayadayada
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“jet lagged, are we?”
an elbow nudges shoulder, prodding you awake, “wakey, wakeyyyyy.”
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peering from under your hood, you make out alex standing over you, a smirk painting his lips, “what time is it?”
“around 9 i think,” pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checks the time, “well, more like 9:30. what time did you fly in last night?”
“too late,” you grumble, rubbing your heavy lids, “way too late.”
“how long was your flight? because you look absolutely miserable,” although alex’s question is innocent, you hold your tongue.
while you didn’t necessarily want to lie, you almost had to.
“about twenty hours.”
“yikes,” alex shakes his head, his focus directed on his phone, “sucks to suck.”
“where did you fly out from? monaco? did lily come with you?”
“maybeeee,” his voice crescendos, his smiling growing, “but yeah, she came with. she’s sleeping right now though. or getting ready. i’m not sure. but she’ll be here shortly.”
“yayyyy!” kicking your feet, you fish your phone out of your hoodie pocket, “she’s my favorite golfer, you know that?”
“she can’t be your favorite,” he shakes his head, thumbs fiddling with the screen, “she’s my favorite golfer so that means you have to pick someone else. i’m her number one fan, actually.”
“okay fine,” you huff, “i’ll be her second number one fan.”
alex’s girlfriend, better known as muni “lily” he, was a professional golfer. she was undeniably gorgeous, with luscious, thick hair, a slim build, and beautiful, bright eyes. they reminded you of a sunlight shining through a forest, a rich,earthy hue. in addition to her stunning features, she was a kind, bubbly individual, quickly bonding with you over your shared status as professional athletes. she was hilarious as well, often getting you to crack a smile in the paddock after a rough lap or after being grilled in a press conference.
her relationship with alex began after she watched a season of drive to survive on netflix. from there, the two connected over instagram, sharing conversations over their shared interests. that aspect always made you giggle, as she was the ultimate fangirl. her support for alex was adorable, and he was so in love with her.
that was something you admired about alex. his fierce love for lily and his ability to be able to share it with the world, the two posting one another often across their social medias.
if only you could tell the world about toto.
fuck, if only you could tell your parents you had met someone.
however, your relationship status with the team principal was complicated.
extremely complicated.
the time you spent with him in brackley was pure and utter bliss. since you had time to waste, you mostly spent it in his bed, cuddling one another, relishing one another’s presence. he was able to explain some more about his divorce with susie some, relieving your lingering anxiety over the matter.
when the two of you weren’t talking, cuddling, or sleeping, you found your bodies intertwined, his name flowing from your lips. notes of purple, blue, and pink painted your shoulders, breasts, collarbone, and thighs. fuck, there was probably even on one of your ass cheeks. you were so sore, your walls stretched, inner thighs aching.
hopefully it wouldn’t affect your ability to race.
you prayed to god it wouldn’t.
there was one thing you couldn’t get over, even if it was a little ridiculous.
how was he able to maintain that pace in bed? it was honestly impressive how high his libido was. and his stamina? oh fuck. you were the one who had to tap out nearly every time. yet, he was so gentle with you afterwards, placing soft kisses on every inch of your skin, assuring you that he would massage any sore muscles, offering to make you food if you were hungry.
one night, he even sang you to sleep. it was a german tune, so you didn’t quite understand the words. but the gesture was enough to have you melting in his arms, falling asleep only minutes after he started. every morning, you’d wake up to his head between your thighs, toto utterly devouring you until he was satisfied.
you couldn’t express how grateful you were to finally have some time alone with him, where you didn’t have to worry about missing flights or meetings. where you could kiss him as many times as you wanted. where you could just lay with him, your head on his chest as he replied to emails. he didn’t answer a single work-related call in that time, all of his attention focused on you.
as you sat with alex, you couldn’t help but wonder.
what was the label you could place on your relationship with the team principal?
meanwhile, toto wolff stood in the mercedes paddock, mingling with george and lewis. a team member approaches toto, tablet in hand.
“mr. wolff, we’ve comprised a report of the necessary adjustments needed for this weekend’s race.”
“beautiful,” lewis hamilton finds himself arching a brow as he notices the grin plastered across his team principal’s face, “here, let’s go over here, and you can discuss it with me further. excuse me, you two. we’ll talk more later.”
as the team principal strolls away, lewis turns to his fellow driver. the other brit appears just as shocked, eyes wide, lips parted.
“what the fuck happened over our break?”
“he’s been so smiley today,” lewis folds his arms across his chest, “do you think he got laid?”
“toto?” george tuts, “surely not. he doesn’t have the time to get laid. he’s always complaining about this meeting, some press conference, a mercedes showcasing. his schedule is packed so tightly, you have to make an appointment to speak with him for more than five minutes.”
“come on, mate,” lewis nods over the team principal, noticing the prominent mark on his neck, just barely peeking out over his collar, “george. he has a hickey. he has a fucking hickey.”
“surely no– oh my god,” george’s arms drop to his sides as he glances over, also taking note of the mark, “holy shit. he did get laid.”
“but who?” lewis presses, “who in their right mind would fuck that man? a recent divorcee? i pray for whoever the poor girl was.”
“the man’s a billionaire,” george waves a hand, “i’m sure there are models practically throwing themselves at him in monaco. perhaps he met a girl at a club or something. i wouldn’t think too much of it. although, it would probably be best if you mentioned the hickey. the press would be all over that.”
“what the fuck am i supposed to say?” lewis hisses, “should it be something like, ‘oh mate, i think you need to take a look at your neck. you have something there.’ or what?”
“wait,” george’s brows furrow, “he was in brackley. he responded to one of my texts saying he was working from the headquarters over break–”
“he fucked someone from mercedes?” lewis’ eyes widen, a hand flying to his mouth, “oh fuck. who could it possibly be?”
“well first things first,” george clears his throat, “you need to mention the hickey. then we need to focus on the practice laps. if we do well and he’s in a good mood, we’ll casually bring it up. we’ll say something like, ‘oh we’ve noticed you’ve been wearing that cheeky grin lately. is there something behind that? are you seeing someone, perhaps?’ we’ll be real smooth with it, so that he doesn’t suspect anything. if we perform poorly, i don’t think he would want to discuss it.”
“well no shit.”
“oh god,” george straightens his posture, “he’s coming back over here. you better say something!”
as the team principal grows near, the british drivers engage in conversation, discussing their performance from the last race. toto clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.
“i hope i’m not interrupting anything between you two.”
“oh no,” lewis bears a quaint smile, “we were just talking about the fia’s decision regarding that williams driver.”
“the american girl?” toto inquires, maintaining his composure, “she really did a number on you, george.”
“just like someone did a number on your neck,” lewis chips in, teasing lightly, “what were you up to these past couple of days? up to no good?”
“what are you–” toto’s eyes narrow, yet the realization washes over him as he takes in the smug expressions across his drivers’ faces.
the hickey was visible. the one on the left side of his neck.
“i-i don’t know what you’re rambling about.”
“mhmmm,” lewis puckers his lips, “tell me toto, did you get laid recently?”
inhaling a sharp breath, the team principal puts up his hands, in a vain attempt to cease their speculations.
yet, he was well aware there was no stopping those two.
the teasing was going to ensue the entire weekend. and they were going to be relentless, pressing each and every little button until he gave in.
“what happens in my personal life is none of you–”
before he can finish, lewis puts up a hand, “toto we’ve gone on holiday with you. we’ve had weekends in monaco together. we spend nearly every waking minute together. whether it’s at brackley, in the paddock, or addressing the press, we’ve spent a lot of time together. now, we’re being merciful here. who is the lovely lady?”
“that is none of your–”
“fine,” george interjects, “we’ll drop it for now. but when this weekend is over, you better believe we’ll be on your ass about it. we’re going to find out who this woman is. one way or another.”
although, the british drivers did not have to look very far.
you were simply a few paddocks down, filming a tik tok with lily.
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“fuck yes!”
“great job! great fucking job! we’ll see you in the paddock!”
adrenaline courses through your veins as you lay off the gas, practically gliding towards the paddock. stopping the car, you climb out, pumping your fists as the pit crew swarms forward, patting your back, cheers ringing all around.
amidst the crowd, james makes his way through, opening his arms for an embrace.
you collapse into it, his hands rattling along your helmet, “way to redeem yourself, american girl!”
“pole position for tomorrow isn’t too bad, huh?”
“not at all!” james’ eyes are alight with joy, “that will shut everyone up, yeah?”
“i think so,” the words are breathless, “fuck, that was intense.”
“you can sleep a little easier tonight,” james remarks, patting your helmet once more, “although, i would be on guard. those redbull boys are going to be on your ass.”
sliding your helmet off, your lungs take in the fresh air. your knees buckle momentarily, the limbs feeling a little like jell-o. graciously, you accept a water bottle from james, taking a swig. hairs cling to your forehead, the other ends sticking up in every direction.
“fuck, i’m tired.”
“well, i don’t have anything for you,” james’ tone is laced with sympathy, “you’ve had a long few days. when you leave, just keep your head down, hood up. this is one of the only times i’ll let you avoid the press. if they antagonize you, just make some bullshit up. i can handle the rest.”
“are you sure you want me to do that? that may just create more headlines,” unzipping your suit halfway, you slip your arms out, grateful for the coolness of the spring suzuka climate.
“i’m sure,” james rests a hand on your shoulder, “you deserve some rest. alex informed me you had a long flight. the jet lag can persist if you’re not used to it. you look exhausted.”
“i still haven’t adjusted to all of the traveling that comes with this sport,” you exhale, bringing your helmet under your arm, “thank you, james. you’re the best.”
“of course. it’s my job to be the best, you know,” he shoots you a wink, “now go! our little star needs her beauty rest!”
“little star. that’s a new one,” you roll your eyes playfully, “okay, okay. i’ll go.”
spinning on your heel, you turn to leave, strolling out of the paddock. making your way through the team headquarters, you wave to all of the members, grinning as they congratulate you, shouting a variety of inaudible or incoherent words of praise. within minutes, you’re able to locate your belongings, closing the door to the room.
wincing, you tug the legs of the suit off. fuck, were more sore than usual. underneath the fabric, your muscles tingled, buzzing from the adrenaline. if you were hurting this bad now, god only knew how much more intense it was going to be in a few hours.
slipping into a hoodie and some leggings, you pull the hood up, throwing your book bad on your shoulder.
now, it would only be a short walk to your motorhome, where you could shower and sleep.
thank fucking god.
glancing at your phone, you briefly picked through your notifications. there was really nothing too serious. a few texts from your parents, congratulating you on the pole position.
however, there was one message awaiting your response.
congratulations, my golden girl. can i swing by your place in a few? i just have to wrap up with my team and then i’ll be on my way. you should have time to shower, so do not rush.
also, lewis and george will not stop pestering me about the hickey on my neck. they’ve been up my ass all fucking day. i’m only seconds away from reporting them to the fia and have them disqualified. LOL or however the fuck you say it.
p.s. you’re going to get the biggest smooch. ever.
at his poor use of lol, you let out a laugh, your thumbs gliding across the screen, typing a response.
when you’re on your way, let me know so i can leave the door unlocked for you. maybe i can give you some concealer so you can cover it up tomorrow lmfaooo. my bad, my bad. see you soon, hottie. <3
p.s. i can’t wait to get the biggest smooch ever.
before you know it, you’re at the front door of your motorhome, sliding the key into the lock. turning it, you swing the door open, trudging inside.
throwing your belongings on the counter, you groan as the pain seeps into every crevice of your body, desperate for some relief. hopefully a hot shower and toto’s hands would ease some of the ache.
on the other side of the track, a team principal paces, oh so impatient.
“are we all done here?”
“yes sir,” a team member responds coolly, “we’re finished.”
“okay good,” he nods. waving his hands, he dismisses his team and crew, “all right! see you all tomorrow. bright and early!”
as the members disperse, toto bites his lip, tapping his foot lightly against the carpet.
why was everything taking so fucking long?
“why are you in such a rush?” lewis’ voice pulls him from his thoughts. thoughts about you, nonetheless, “have somewhere to be?”
“lewis,” toto’s voice is dangerously low, “quit it. stop that shit right now.”
“i���m just saying,” lewis shrugs, “it’s sort of odd you’re usually the last to leave, but now you’re chomping at the bit, ready to get out of here. is there someone waiting on you?”
actually, there was.
the girl he was beginning to fall head over heels for was waiting for him. perched in her bed, more than likely. more than ready to be swathed in his loving arms.
she had him wrapped around her little finger, there was no denying that.
especially when she had him pulling shit like this.
peering around, the team principal ensures that there were no cameras or mics lingering about. netflix was in their early stages of shooting the 2024 season of drive to survive, so there were cameramen and production crew milling about the paddocks throughout the day.
thank god they didn’t catch the entire hickey debacle on camera.
that alone would have ended his career.
“perhaps i am seeing someone,” toto hisses pointing a finger at the british driver, “but that is none of your concern. i will see you tomorrow, lewis.”
“can you at least tell me who she is?” his bottom lip juts out, forming a pout, “come on, toto. you’ve been so open with me all of these years and this is where you draw the line?”
“all you need to know is that she’s a professional athlete,” that was half the truth, at least. hopefully enough to keep lewis at bay for the time being.
“an athlete?” lewis’ brows raise, “what sport?
“horseback riding.”
close enough.
“hmmph,” lewis purses his lips, “well, if you want to tell me more, i’ll be all ears. i’ll see you tomorrow, toto. hopefully we have a hell of a race.”
“hopefully,” the only thing on toto’s mind was getting to you, before the cleanup crew started their rounds, “i will see you in the morning, lewis.”
the driver bids another farewell before catching up with george, exiting the paddock. however, he glances over his shoulder one more time, mouthing something to george before the two continue, disappearing from his line of sight.
fuck, that was unbearable.
borderline miserable.
lights glitter all around as the team principal makes his way to your motorhome, concealed by the hood of his jacket, thankful for the brisk evening air. if he didn’t have a jacket, he would have been fucked.
however, it was sort of difficult for the team principal to blend in. especially with his stature and size.
as he strolls up to the door of your motorhome, he takes once last cautious look, ensuring that there was no one watching.
yet, what the team principal forgot to account for was the production crew of drive to survive.
and they managed to record the entire encounter as you opened the door, greeting the team principal with open arms.
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ prince Jungwon x female.reader princess
ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ sim jake and jungwons sister i choose to name her Jia
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ historical: prince, princess, queen, king etc. fluff, jungwon is in readers opinion the enemy, actually pretty romantic?, jungwon is full on a gentleman (get me a man like him), friends/enemies to?, i would say jungwon is a bit possessive
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ 1,8K
ɴᴏᴛᴇ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ i didn't know that i would update a fiction this quickly but after the long ass pause i had, this is overdue lol, i actually wanted to include some angst but i couldn't bring myself to (my heart is too soft)
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“I just know this day will suck the energy out of me, who even decided that I have to come along just to see my brother getting engaged, like happy for him but not really my business” you say irritated sitting in the carriage that drives in the direction of the Yangs, your mother listening to your little tantrum,
“Honey, the only reason you don’t want to go is because of Prince Jung-”, widening your eyes at her, cupping your ears preventing from hearing the name of the boy “don’t say his name, it literally brings bad luck” making your mother laugh,
“Prince Jungwon is literally the sweetest soul I’ve ever met, he presents perfectly his mother the Queen, so please get along with him just for today” pouting at her, making her eyebrows raise a bit so you sigh and nod slumping down, the dress you’re wearing making it a bit difficult tho. “But you know…” your mother starts, “what teases, loves each other.” “Mother!”
As the carriage comes to a halt, and the chauffeur opens the door making you aware that you’re in the Yang’s residence. Breathing in and out switching from your goofy personality to your “Princess of Sim” personality, though life.
Setting foot on the ground straightening the wrinkles on your dress amazed by how the dress compliments your curves.
“Welcome Queen and Princess of Sim” the Queen herself aka Jungwons mother, greets you both smiling widely, your mother and the Queen have been friends for decades plus your father and his father so it’s literally perfect having a son (your brother) and a daughter (Jungwons sister) marrying each other, perfect match as they call it.
“Dear, how long was it? you have grown to a gorgeous lady Y/n”, blushing at her words, even tho you’ve seen her 3 months ago on the masquerade ball, you don’t think your appearance has changed that much since then, but like you will never shut down a compliment so you thank her slightly bowing down and complimenting her as well.
“I have to agree, Mother,” making your eyes roll “indeed absolutely gorgeous,” says the boy next to the Queen, her son Yang Jungwon, the boy who makes your (love) life hard.
Making your mom stab your ribs with her elbow intending for you to say something nice, side-eyeing her, you muster a smile turning to him- “Thanks Jungwon, you look handsome as well” having him laugh at your response making you want to punch him.
“Lets get inside, everything is already prepared.”
As the Queens go their own way catching up to each other's life leaving you alone on the stairs with Jungwon, “Missed me Princess?” making you scoff as if, “I was taught not to lie” walking past him, making him smile a bit, following you to the venue where the engagement dinner will be held.
Stepping foot in to the venue having your mouth wide open, the servants did a great job everything is perfectly decorated in beige and brown, flowers are literally hanging down the ceiling like wow, every dinner table is completely full you didn’t thought that everyone in this fucking country would be invited.
“Let's go” Jungwon says, having his hand hovering on your back guiding you to the main table where your families sit, seeing your brother and his fiance,
and also noticing that the only two seats left are next to each other, sighing in disbelief, you wouldn’t be surprised that your mothers planned this.
Having Jungwon bring out the chair as a sign to help you sit down makes you look at him “what is your agenda today, why so nice?” him laughing out a breath “I’m always nice to you, you just refuse to see it.” having his hand on your waist bringing you to sit down, looking at him stunned as he sits down himself.
Looking around the table, seeing some familiar faces, like your favorite cousin who is already waving excitedly at you, sticking the tip of your tongue playfully out and giving him the peace sign.
Hearing the sound of something clanking against glass has your head turn to the left to see your mothers trying to get the attention from everyone.
“Welcome everyone, I’m happy that everyone could make it, today we will celebrate the engagement of Prince Sim Jake and Princess Yang Jia.” Jungwon’s mother turns to your mother letting her know to continue “Let’s have fun and cherish our both childrens luck.” Having everybody clap in happiness, looking at your brother and Jia feeling happy for them knowing your brother had a crush since childhood for her.
“Now, dinner is about to be served. Eat as much as you want, our chefs would be disappointed if there are any leftovers.” Making your stomach grumble ready to devour food.
“Did you know that Jia always had a crush on your brother?” Jungwon breaks you out of your thoughts, looking at him with wide eyes. Those are actually news to you “Wait really? I knew that Jake had a crush on her but this makes it even more cute that both had a crush.” your lips pouting- “that reminds me of someone” he says, having direct eye contact, looking at him confused “who?”, “you will know” blinking at him, question marks dancing around your head.
After you have eaten your dress has gotten much tighter, once again a reminder that you hate dresses, standing up wanting to go to the restroom to re-tighten it so that you are not on the brink of death. Problem is, it takes two persons to tie a dress so who? Looking at the persons who you would trust are completely busy with eating or conversations. The only one who’s free is the boy next to you, shaking your head not in hell, you can do this by yourself.
“If someone asks, I’m in the restroom real quick” you say quickly to him making him nod, standing up and dashing to the restroom trying to untie the dress at the back. God damn it who thought a dress that tight would be okay for an occasion which includes food. Looking into the mirror to see your back, seeing that the strings of the bow are literally tucked into the nest of other strings, great what now.
Hearing the door crack makes you look at it praying it would be a polite girl who could help you, instead you got a man to be specific, Jungwon.
“The fuck are you doing here? in the girl washroom to be specific”, “Figured you would need help retightening that dress”, “what? how did you know-”,
“I knew by your expression that you were uncomfortable, then I saw how your hand was sitting on your belly probably trying to breathe properly and then you tried to open the strings while dashing away.”
Blinking at him feeling suddenly butterflies in your stomach, “wow sherlock, didn’t know you know me that well'', “don't act so surprised princess'' he says walking to your standing figure, making you gulp a bit harder than you intended.
Him standing behind you looking at you through the mirror “May I?”, making you nod mumbling out a tiny “yes”, propping your hands on the counter of the sink for better support.
It was silent as he reached for the strings untightening the bow and step by step he untightened all strings, making you finally breathe out in a satisfied sigh “you know when I agreed with my mother I truly meant it.”
making your brows furrow what does he mean-
oh-
OH.
Looking up to the mirror seeing him already looking at you makes you flustered, wtf? Where does this come from now? you’re supposed to dislike him. He is the reason why your love life does not exist, having him always ruin your dates just because he doesn’t want to see you happy, the masquerade ball for example your date literally ditched you after he talked to Jungwon.
looking back down hiding the blush on your face, fuck are you supposed to say something back? I mean you weren't lying either he is really handsome especially in the tuxedo he wears complimanting his body perfectly-
feeling the strings of your dress being put back in a bow letting you know he’s done, suddenly feeling both of his hands on each side of your waist turning your around still looking down avoiding his eyes, since when are you shy around him? this didn’t suit you trying to move, his grip tightens. still looking not at him, has him lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger making you look at him unwillingly.
him moving closer to your face “what are you doing?” you whisper as you glance at his lips “something i should have done way earlier” he said barely closing the gap between your lips “is this okay?” he asks so politely, fuck why is he so perfect? you don't answer so you crash your lips against his, making him squeeze your waist trying to push you more onto him cradling your neck into his hand deepening the kiss having you bring your hand as well onto his neck going through his fluffy hair pulling slightly on it making him moan.
he slips away from your lips kissing down your chin to your throat finding your sweet spot making you moan out gripping a bit harder onto his hair “fuck j-jung-” making him nibble on it more leaving a tiny mark, kissing back up to your lips making you sigh in comfort.
“God I wish I could do this everyday” he says between kisses breaking you out of your trance making you break the kiss, you look at him catching your breath your eyes blown out, “what just happened” you say whispering touching your lips noticing that they are a bit swollen. Him holding one of your cheek “I don't know if this was prove enough but I’ve been wanting to tell you that I'm madly in love with you Y/n”
You think for a second, connecting dots looking at him suspiciously “Is that why you tried to ruin every date I’ve ever had?” him smiling sheepishly at you “I’m sorry I had to, I was terrified that someone would steal my girls heart” making your heart melt my god what's happening to you,
"Your girl?”
“I called you my girl since forever nothing will change that-”
“-so will you let me take you out on a date, which I will not sabotage?”
“When you ask me so nicely then I don’t have a choice besides to say yes” making him smile catching your lips again.
As you both head out of the restroom, hands intertwined, both of your lips still a bit swollen, the first person to catch you both is of course.. who else.. your mother. Wiggling her eyebrows playfully, she knew this day would come like she said “what teases, loves each other.”
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i am RATTLING the bars of my enclosure thinking about togame im so insane about him its not even funny hebrgkdlcjfslfj
i love his nose shape bc its not one i see very often on characters but like i KNOW he puts it to good use while ur riding on his face I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES 😩😩🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩😩😩🥵
STAAAAWP. bc that’s the exact reason why i fell for him holy shit (and the exact same dirty thought SHDJNDDNDN) how are you literally meeee? i legit paused the episode he first showed up at and ran to his wiki. i have a thing for guys with pretty, beautiful, gorgeous noses ok (and the fact that i could kinda rub up against them when i—)
"when togame’s nose fucking distracts you (same) when you’re out in public. you’re needy and he’s more than willing to provide."
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : TOGAME’S NOSE OH MY FUCKING GOOOOODDDDDuh, togame palming himself while he eats, swearing, fem!reader, squirting, SLURPING, togame’s a GIVER, oral (female receiving) ((good for you)), sliiiight breath control play if you hold a little magnifying glass to it, togame straight up jorking "it", and by "it", haha, well. lets just say his peanits, togame.
staring up at your boyfriend, you can’t help but admire his features. how soft his gaze always is, how he pouts slightly every time he’s deep in thought, how he hides his dimples when he laughs but they still show even at the slightest smile.
but what really gets you, what really grinds your gears, is his nose.
“let me sit on your face.”
“hm?”
“…Let. Me. sitonyourface.”
“eaaaasy, baby. what’s got you worked up all of a sudden?” he purrs.
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NSFW under the snippy snip. MDNI. nobody below 18 pls mua mua mua.
you’re hovering your sopping wet cunt over your lover’s face now, his hot breath kissing the insides of your thighs with both of his hands cupping your ass, giving them little squeezes to ease your descent. looking down at him, his lustful gaze never leaves your form. Watching you slowly lower yourself onto his face, he blows upwards and onto your glistening folds. you clench over nothing and he lets out a hum.
“lookin’ so pretty fer me, bunny,” he coos, not even trying to mask the absolute desperation in his voice. “all wet just from my voice alone. missed me that bad?” you nod, lowering further, further. his nose brushes against your clit and you gasp. he’s fully aware that you love his nose, how you focus on riding his face only to bump your clit onto it. gets you every single time.
the grip he has on your ass eases up as you fully seat yourself on his face, your cunt directly on his tongue. you let out a soft mewl as you feel his thumb raise the hood of your clit, exposing the more sensitive bud underneath. it’s absolutely engorged and fat now.
he’s torn between savoring the taste of you and just fucking you senselessly. he missed you as much as you missed him, after all.
that could wait, he realizes.
he’s enjoying the view above him.
his rough thumb flicks at your clit while you continue seesawing on his tongue, unbidden curses and moans escape your kiss reddened lips. you swear you could feel his tongue moving, tensing it and laying it flat for you to ride on. but then you move higher, higher.
rubbing your sensitive nub against his tall nose. his thumb holds the hood of your clit back as you help yourself to the pleasure, expertly riding his face like you often do when he gets you alone. if he could, he’d stay like this forever. eating you out, having you cum on his tongue over and over again.
you’re riding faster now, practically humping his face with your fingers tangled in his curly, jet black hair. god. he can’t take it.
he starts palming himself underneath you while you ride his face into oblivion, getting off on the fact you’re getting off on his face. plus the added restriction on his breathing is making him feel dizzy but in the best way possible.
moaning underneath you, it sends vibrations up your core. you let out a salacious moan and that further eggs him on. with one hand, he pulls his gray sweatpants down to finally pump at his cock, moaning louder into your cunt. god. this is the closest to heaven you'll ever be without dying.
your grip on his hair tightens before your breath hitches, growing more and more staggered with every moment that passes. you look down again and you meet his eyes. like he's silently telling you to cum. throwing your head back, you continue riding, and riding, and riding....
just cum.
and you do. fuck, you do. squirting down his lips, the liquid dribbles down his neck and into his hair. but god. he's holding onto your hip hard with one hand when he follows you, cumming just after you did, groaning into your pussy. you whimper, relaxing your muscles that have been taut the entire time you were chasing that high.
meeting your boyfriend's eyes once more, he fucking winks at you before he maneuvers you, pinning you underneath him on the couch. he pulls you in for a much deserved cuddle, massaging your shoulders while he coos at you.
"was it my nose again?"
"...yes."
a/n: ehehehehe togame and his fucking nose, brother. i'm so so SO happy to know we got togame nose fuckers around too. i see you.
a/n 2: togame knows you’ve got a thing for his nose btw :)!!!!! he’s a sweet boyfriend BUT!!!!! he can be a little shit if he wants to be. uses that shit to his advantage.
#wind breaker#windbreaker#nii satoru#satoru nii#jo togame#togame <3#togame jo#windbreaker x reader#jo togame x reader#togame x reader#togame smut#jo togame smut#togame jo smut#windbreaker smut#wind breaker smut#bibi spicy asks#bibi spicy yaps#TOGAMEEEEEEEE’S NNNNOOOOOSE!!!!
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An encounter // Matty Healy x Reader
in which you just got broken up with but a man lets you forget everything for a night
content warning: smut, 18+ mdni, fingering, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), praise, drunk sex?, grinding
The pulsating beat of the club's music reverberates through your chest as you sway unsteadily on the dance floor, your movements fueled by a mix of alcohol and heartbreak.
Your girls had dragged you out, insisting that a night out was the perfect remedy for a broken heart. And now, under the flashing lights, you are beginning to think they might be right.
Lost in the music you throw your head back, letting the rhythm take over. The world blurry around you, a kaleidoscope of faces and colors. You feel free, if only for a moment, free from the memory of his words, the sting of the breakup still fresh in your mind.
“Here, have another shot,” your friend yelled, handing you a shot glass. You gladly take it.
You bring the shot to your lips and tilt it back, the tequila sliding down your throat. It doesn’t even burn anymore; you are so far gone that the alcohol is just another warm rush in your bloodstream, blending seamlessly with the intoxication already coursing through you.
“Get it girl,” your friend says, her hands on your hips, guiding you, and you throw your head back, letting the laughter spill out, carefree and wild. For the first time in what felt like forever, you aren’t thinking about him or the way he had left. You are just here, in the moment, with your best friends, reveling in the liberation that comes with letting go.
You keep dancing, bodies moving together.
Suddenly one of your other friends lean in close, her voice barely cutting through the din, “hey,” she says, nudging you with her elbow. “There’s a guy over there totally eye-fucking you.”
You stop mid-laugh, your breath catching as you follow her gaze. Across the dance floor, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand, was a guy. His eyes are locked on you, dark and intense, a smirk playing on his lips. The air seems to crackle between you, and the heat of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine.
Next to him are two other guys, one with a blonde buzz cut and the other one with a bun.
“She finally noticed you after you staring like a perv for half an hour,” George nudges him but Matty gives him a glare.
“She’s fucking gorgeous, there’s no way I’m gonna let her go.”
“Go for it then.”
Matty empties the glass in his hands before he hands it to George, “don’t count on seeing me tonight.”
“Good luck man,” they call after him but he’s already on his way through the crowd.
You feel your cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and thrill. The alcohol gives you the courage you might not otherwise have. “Oh my god, should I talk to him?”
“Absolutely,” your friend says, giving you a little shove, “have you seen him? He’s fucking hot.”
You agree with her, his tousled curls, which fall effortlessly across his forehead are damp with sweat from the heat of the dance floor. His dark locks are wild and unruly, adding to his magnetic allure.
Around his neck, a silver necklace catches the light with every movement, the chain glinting and drawing attention to the hollow of his throat. The pendant rests just above his chest, a small but striking detail that adds to his effortlessly cool demeanor.
You watch as he licks his lips, the glistening trail left by his tongue making your breath hitch. The way his mouth moves, so sensual and deliberate, makes you ache with a sudden, urgent need.
You imagine the cool metal of his necklace brushing against your body, leaving a delicate imprint as he presses closer. The thought of his fingers grazing your collarbone, the chain caught between you, sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
Your friends smirk to each other when he reaches you, not waiting for you to speak.
“Having a good night?” He asks searching for your eyes which are currently directed at the floor.
“Could be better,” you say, hinting at something more and you know he gets it because when you look up there’s a glimmer in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
“Want me to buy you another drink?” You shake your head at him.
“Want to know your name first before you buy me a drink,” you explain.
He nods and holds out his hand for you to take it which you do. “I’m Matty.”
The way he says his name sounds more like Ma-e, doesn’t matter because it sounds hot coming from his mouth. His hand is warm but not sweaty and you can’t help but imagine how it would feel in other places.
“Matty,” you say, wanting to know how his name sounds coming from your own lips. He smiles and nods his head once more before asking for your name.
“Gorgeous name,” he compliments and you can practically feel the blush creeping up your neck. It’s a good thing the club is filled with neon pink light.
“How does that drink sound now?” You definitely shouldn’t drink any more but when you’re already this drunk you don’t care if someone offers you more.
Should you be doing this? Having fun with a man when you just got your heart broken? Probably not but you’re just going to fuck that, fuck him.
“Perfect,” you say, “sounds perfect.”
He takes your hand in his and leads you towards the bar. When you turn around one last time your friends are smiling and winking at you, which makes you roll your eyes at them.
His touch is electrifying, his hand still holding yours. You can feel the anticipation building inside you, mixing with the alcohol in your veins, making your head spin the best way possible.
You lean against the bar when Matty turns to the bartender to order two drinks, his voice is smooth and low. You take a moment to look at him again, his dark curls fall into his eyes, the mischievous curve of his lips, the intensity of his gaze when he looks back at you.
The drinks arrive and hands you yours, clicking his glass against yours. “Hopefully to a better night,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours.
You echo his phrase, taking a sip. The drink is strong and it burns slightly as it goes down but you welcome the sensation. Its stronger then anything else you drank tonight which is why the drink grounds you.
Before you can speak up your friend shakes you, “gonna- gonna go home with a guy now,” she slurs, “oh hi!” She says when she sees Matty, “oh wow, he’s not him, good for you girl, fuck him.”
She’s off leaving you completely embarrassed with a Matty that grins at you. “He sounds like a dickhead.”
“You don’t know him,” you have no idea why you try to offend him.
“Don’t have to,“ he pours the drink down his throat waiting for you to do the same but you’re just sipping lightly.
“Hm,” you hum, “he is a dickhead, I don’t want to talk about him tonight though.”
“Wasn’t planing on doing so,” he steps closer, his arm disappearing behind you to set down his glass. Your breath hitches when he stands in between your legs, “would prefer talking about you anyway.”
You try to take a sip of the drink but some guy bumps against you and the liquid is flowing down your mouth.
“Watch where you’re fucking going,” he says, pushing him through the crowd, “wanker.”
Matty takes the drink from your hands and sets it down next to his to make you focus on him. His thumb brushes against your chin, wiping your wet mouth before taking his thumb into his mouth.
Your voices catches in your throat, trying to wipe your neck with your arm, distracting you from the fact how close he is. You can smell the mix of his cologne, cigarettes and alcohol on him and it’s intoxicating.
“Think you missed a spot,” you whisper, pointing your finger to your mouth. You’re feeling bold but you’re loving it, you’re going with the flow and how can you resist when a hot guy is in front of you.
“Is that right?” His eyes flick down to your lips, licking his own before inching closer. “Let me.” He whispers before crashing his lips to yours.
His hands abandon your face, finding their way to wrap around your waist, bringing you to your toes and flushed against his chest. Your own react on instinct and weave around his neck, and your fingers find refuge in his black curls.
The tip of his tongue grazes your bottom lip, as he asks for access. The contact alone ignites you, and you can’t help the soft moan that lodges in the back of your throat, a flutter traveling below your stomach. Matty’s hands squeeze your hips in response to the sound and he slips his tongue into your mouth.
He’s a good kisser, it’s not too wet and his body on yours is driving you insane. You want more, you don’t want this kiss to ever end but at the same time you want him to kiss you in different places.
As fast as the kiss started it’s over, Matty’s pulling away, hands still on your hips. “My place is 10 minutes from here, we can keep doing this there.”
“Let’s go,” you say, dragging him towards the exit impatiently. He chuckles to himself, acting like he’s not as desperate as you.
“Slow down there, love,” the cool air hits your face and you shiver, the warmth of the club slowly washing off of you. “Need a fag first.”
You stop and sit down on a big stone, too dizzy to stand. You’re fucking wasted and all you want to do is jump Matty’s bones right here.
He looks at you, your pupils dilated, hair kind of disheveled and your cheeks flushed. Could be the alcohol but you know he’s the reason.
“Want one?” He asks but you shake your head, you’re not a smoker. You simply think it tastes disgusting but you don’t mind when other people smoke.
“C’mon, I can smoke it on our way.”
He takes out a cigarette and lights it with a practiced ease that makes your breath hitch. The way he cups the flame, his fingers steady, the quick flick of the lighter, and the first drag he takes—it’s all effortlessly hot. You watch as he exhales the smoke, his lips forming a perfect 'O' as he blows it into the night air.
"God, you look so good doing that," you murmur, unable to tear your eyes away from him.
He smirks, the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Do I now?"
You can't wait any longer. The desire is a fierce, living thing inside you. "No, wait," you say suddenly, standing up and closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. Before he can react, you grab the cigarette from his fingers and toss it aside, your lips crashing into his.
He makes a sound of surprise, but it quickly turns into a groan as he kisses you back, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair. The kiss is hungry, desperate, and you can taste the faint bitterness of tobacco on his tongue, mixing with the lingering sweetness of the alcohol.
His hands are everywhere, roaming over your back, down to your hips, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you. You can feel the heat of his body, the hard press of him against you, and it makes your head spin with want.
He whispers your name against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "Let's get out of here."
"Yes," you breathe, barely able to think straight. "Yes, let's go."
With a final, searing kiss, he grabs your hand, and you both hurry down the street, the promise of what’s to come fueling every step. The night air is cool against your flushed skin, but the fire burning between you keeps you warm. You can barely keep up with your own need, the anticipation building with every moment.
When you finally reach his place, he fumbles with the keys, your hands all over each other, stealing kisses even as he tries to unlock the door. As soon as it swings open, you're inside, the door slamming shut behind you.
"Matty," you whisper, and he's on you again, lips crashing into yours, hands pulling you closer. This time, there's nothing to stop you, nothing but the heat and the wild, electric desire between you.
The both of you stumble into the living room, not letting go of each other, too invested in the kiss. You end up on his lap.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.
“You’re flattering me too much,” he groans, “you’re the gorgeous one here.”
You need the friction his lap is merely giving you, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders, grinding down.
He pulls you down for another devastating kiss. You moan into his mouth and grind your hips down. You start rocking back and forth, rubbing your clit deliciously across his hard cock. He pulls his mouth away and hisses lowly in pleasure.
His hands rub up your back, then down to your hips, pulling you down to grind harder against him. He licks and bites at the swell of your breasts on display from your low cut sweater. You tug on his hair, pushing him closer to your tits, grinding down again.
“Fucks sake,” he grunts, “condoms in the bedroom,” he says, without having any intention of lifting you off of his lap. His mouth is on your neck, sucking and kissing down to your collarbone.
You again love your hips down to his and this time his head falls back, pulling you off of him. You whine at the loss of friction.
“Sorry, love, any further and this night would’ve been over,” he stands up, lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his body. “And we don’t want that, right?”
“Mhm,” you hum, trailing kisses down his neck, sucking at one spot until there’s a hickey. You moan at the piece of art you left there.
“Like that?” He asks, “leaving a mark on me.”
You know you finally reached the bedroom when your back hits soft cotton. Matty stays at the edge of the bed pulling your pants down.
He throws them across the room and starts trailing kisses up your legs, he hums against your skin when he’s at your inner thigh, in front of your cunt, dripping cunt.
He can smell you and he can see it, the wet patch on your panties. He’s teasing you with kisses over the cotton and your hands go in his hair, trying to tug him closer.
“Don’t worry, m’ gonna make you feel good,” he tugs your panties down and sticks them into his pocket with a smirk. “Keeping those, need to remember you somehow.”
You giggle which is replaced my a whine when he bites your inner thigh. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you.”
He gazes at your glistening sex, transfixed by you.
“You look fucking sexy,” he dips his tongue into the apex of your heat, familiarizing himself with your taste before licking a languid stripe up to your throbbing clit.
He comes up for a quick second, “and you taste as sweet as you look.”
You writhe under him, beg with wordless whines and whimpers for more. He understands your sounds, understands their tells, he soothes you with a gentle shh against your cunt.
“Matty,” you moan, “please,” his fingernails dig into the meat of your inner thighs mindlessly. You watch his lip twitch and his eyes roll to the ceiling.
You anchor yourself with fingers of one hand twisted in the dark, sweaty curls at the crown of his head. Two digits on the other pinch at one of your hardened nipples, just as Matty begins to swipe his tongue back and forth over your clit.
“F-fuck,” you sigh, draping your trembling legs over his shoulders.
You look down at Matty’s lower half, which is rutting into the bed, but only one time before stopping, not letting himself cum.
He licks your cunt like he fears you’re going to melt, lathes over your clit again and again with the wide flat of his tongue. The wet squelch of him slurping at you, eager to catch every last drop of your arousal, bounces off the walls obscenely.
You find yourself completely overcome with ecstasy, close to falling apart on Matty’s tongue in a matter of minutes.
As soon as he curls two fingers into your cunt, you’re gone, cumming so hard your vision pulls and your thighs shake.
His name rolls off your tongue effortlessly, naturally. Like it’s made for you to recite.
He lets you come down, soothes you with gentle hands stroking along your thighs, soft lips pressed to your sensitive mound. You cover your face with your hands and you try to close your legs but Matty first swats you hand away and then he moves up, his body between your legs. “Don’t act modest now.”
“Fuck,” you sigh in contentment, still feeling great because of your orgasm. It was a long time since the last time you had sex and came during it, you’re very sure this is not the last time he’s going to make you finish.
“Can I suck your dick?” You whisper against his lips before moving them against his, tasting yourself on him which makes you groan.
“Have at it,” he says, rolling off of you. He gets rid of his pants on his own, throwing them on top of yours. You straddle his thigh then, gazing at his bulge which is pulsing in his boxers.
“Eyes are up here, love,” he teases, knowing exactly where your mind is.
You start to squeeze him over his boxers, watching him as he lets his head fall back in pleasure. He is rock hard and he feels incredibly hot in your hands.
You bring your hand up to your mouth spitting in it before dipping below the waistband to stroke his shaft up and down.
Your spit and his pre-cum helps you to stroke him smoothly. Your want gets too much then and you tell him to lift his hips to get rid off his boxers.
He’s still wearing his shirt and so are you, it feels weird so you pull your own shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra on top of him.
“Get yours off,” you plead and you don’t have to ask twice because he’s throwing it over his head, his curls falling against his face. You look at his chest, his arms, his v-line, the tattoos on his skin a new factor to get you wet.
You can’t wait so you put the tip in your mouth, moving your tongue around it. He lets out a little moan. “Keep doing that, fuck.”
You look up at him, he's already looking at you. And you proceed to slowly put all of it in your mouth while maintaining eye contact. His tip touches your throat, and you have to fight a gag. You still have a full fist grabbing the rest that didn't fit your mouth. He moans again at your little show. You close your eyes and start moving your head up and down. Matty moans louder this time, thrusting up inside your mouth.
“What fucking twat would leave a girl like you hm? Proper loss there.”
You whine around his cock, his words going straight to your chore and you can’t help but grind on his thigh once.
He feels your body move and his eyes shoot down to you again, “little minx, need to grind your pussy on me, get some relieve cause sucking my cock turns you on.”
His hips lift up again, his cock going deeper then you think it could go and you let out a moan again, swirling your tongue around the head.
“Get off, christ, need to be inside you.” Your head is moved away by his hand, leaving you with a teasing put on your face.
His thumb finds your bottom lip, refusing to see you pout because you want to suck him off. “I’m real mean, can suck my cock another time yeah?”
You’d love that. God. He’s a stranger but you can’t help but imagine the next time you can do this. He’s pretty, hot, totally your type. The British accent, the tattoos, it’s the type to leave you writhing.
He’s leaning to his side, pulling out a condom out of his drawer. You snatch it from his grip and open it with your teeth, rolling it down his dick.
“Matty.”
“Yes, darling?”
You lean closer, whispering into his ear. “Fuck me.”
He finds his way on top of you again, his hands going around your body to unclasp your bra. “Haven’t had a chance to enjoy these properly.”
His tongue latches onto one of your nipples while his fingers rub against the other one, not wanting to neglect you in any way. Your back arches off the mattress, into his body.
“Your tits are amazing, you know,” he quickly switches nipples before coming up to your face again.
“If I do anything that you don’t fuck with, tell me,” you nod and wrap your legs around him to try to put his cock in you, obviously failing. “Words, love.”
“Yes, Matty, just please fuck-.”
You whimper as you feel his hard length run through your glistening folds, his hips jutting against the backs of your thighs.
“Is that right, need me so fucking bad?”
You nod, crying out when his cock finally pressed through the tight threshold of your cunt. "Fuck, yes Matty.”
"Already forgotten about that little twat?" He asks, fully sheathing himself in you.
Your back arches off the bed and you groan. Fingernails scratching at Matty’s forearms.
He pulls back and slams into you. "Asked you a question.”
"Yes,” You cry out. His cock reaches into the very depths of you, the tip hitting in just the right place to make you scream. "I have.”
“Perfect,” His fingers adjust themselves as his grip slips and then he's pounding into you at such a brutal pace. Back and forth, in and out, he is fucking you.
Your walls clamp around him, the drag of his cock stimulates you more and you clench harder.
Skin on skin, the noises that they make are obscene.
The squelch of him entering you has your face burning, not in embarrassment but desire. His gruff growls and fucked out moans accompany those other sounds and all they do is make you even more horny.
“That’s it,” Matty fucks into you with reckless abandon, his head in the crook of your neck, biting down on your shoulder.
The way he fucks you is savage. Hips snapping at a speed you couldn't imagine, his fingers squeeze your skin so hard you are sure you will have brushes in the shape of his hands all over you.
The knot pulls tighter once more and your body begins to lock up in anticipation. Your eyes flutter before rolling to the back of your head. Your hands reach for his, interlocking your fingers, hoping he will keep you down on Earth.
As your orgasm hits once more, you wail. A long, monotone cry bursts from your lungs, whole unattractive but who cares when you feel so so so good?
"Sound so pretty- fuck- all for me,” Matty gasps. He's trying to hold off but it's all just too much. A shiver runs up his spine and his balls pull taut. He's lost his rhythm, hips now bucking unevenly and with desperation.
Before you become overstimulated, Matty also comes shortly after, only a few more pumps, and he spills himself into the condom.
His body crashes down on top of you, the both of you breathing heavily into each other.
“You feeling alright?” He asks, his brown eyes gazing into yours. The alcohol slowly starts to wind down, sickness starting to set in.
“Yeah fuck- fucking dizzy and I don’t want to push your ego but you’re a god- fuck me.” You groan and whine when he pulls out of you, slipping the condom off of him.
You pull the blanket over your body, one leg draped over it as you watch him move to the bathroom to throw the condom away and to pick up a towel.
“You don’t have to do this, I can piss off you know,” you say, desperately hoping that he wants to keep you with him.
“Don’t be daft, m’ not letting you go, if that’s alright with you.”
Of course you nod and giggle, letting him clean you up before letting him pull you flush up against his body.
“You’re a gorgeous girl,” he whispers, brushing hair off of your face, “meant every word I said.”
“Thank you,” you close your eyes, “Matty I really appreciate it.”
“Of course, love,” he kisses your cheek, “we’re both knackered, let’s just sleep.”
You agree with a soft hum and his arms closed around your waist to pull you in. You intertwine your fingers in one hand, the other on his chest, feeling his now steady heartbeat. Might become your favorite rhythm.
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Pretty Tears - Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
omg I'm posting?? no way!!?
THIS IS NSFW YOU GUYS!!!
tags: use of y/n, crybaby!enzo, NSFW, sex, penetration, riding, edging, begging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cocky reader, dacryphilia ig?
[Based on my post about the boys]
(tagging @leona-hawthorne because they saw my vision 🙏🙏)
this is really short guys (330 words to be exact), I lost motivation to finish, but I might find inspiration to continue someday
hope you guys enjoy! 🥰🥰
Pretty Tears - crybaby!sub!top!Enzo x gn!reader
“Y-y/n, please” Lorenzo begged, voice breathless and whiny as he lay on the bed beneath you, his brows furrowed and face flushed, chewing on his lip. He looks up at you pleadingly, desperation shining clear in his pretty hazel eyes, pupils blown wide.
“Please what, dear?” you purr, rolling your hips and smirking at the choked sob that escapes the beautiful boy beneath you.
You had been edging him, riding him at a torturously slow pace, stilling on top of him every time he neared the edge and just barely moving your hips. Lorenzo was a wreck, on the verge of tears as he panted and squirmed, desperation clear in his entire being. You watch, enraptured and filled with a dark satisfaction as Lorenzo whined, tears welling up in his eyes and clinging to his long lashes.
“F-fuck- y-y/n~” Lorenzo whined, squirming and panting beneath you, his tears finally spilling down his flushed cheeks.
“Aww, what’s wrong love? Too much?” you coo at him, tone slightly mocking as you pet his hair, cupping his face and stroking your thumb across his cheek, wiping away a tear.
Lorenzo just whines, turning his face into your hand, nuzzling it like a needy puppy.
“Oh poor baby, you’re so adorable, I almost feel bad for you, love.” you murmur, chuckling as Lorenzo whimpers, moaning as you sink down on his cock again.
His hands are clenched tight around your hips, twitching and gripping tight enough to bruise as you rock teasingly. You smirk down at his wrecked form, his flushed and tear-stained cheeks, his bitten-red lips, his pleading eyes, his long eyelashes with tears clinging prettily to them.
“So pretty like this, darling. So good for me, aren’t you?”
Lorenzo whines, his hips bucking up into you involuntarily, making you groan. You plant a hand on his chest to stabilise yourself, before looking back at his face.
He’s gorgeous. Blinking tear-filled eyes up at you, looking absolutely pathetic. Pitiful. Pretty.
Perfect.
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word count: 330
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Do you think you could write a smau with Yuki or Daniel with a male reader who is like 6'-6'4 and they kinda have a gay panic moment and reader is just subtly flirting with them through captions and comments...
If not than that's ok, have a great day/night
ahhhhh this is such a cute idea, I went with Danny ric for this one cause the yuki to 6'4 reader height difference would be too mean 😭
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Daniel was trying to be normal but there were only very few people he had to look up to talk too and even fewer people who looked like that.
He had accepted he was gay a long time ago but refused to be in a relationship due to the media and his job but there was no way he could ignore the way his heart began racing when he looked into your eyes. The worst part of it was he didn’t even know if you were interested in him, or guys.
One wrong move and his career would be down the drain… again and he couldn’t risk that but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you either. This was driving him insane. You were driving him insane and you hadn’t even spoken to him over 10 minutes.
He could always count on Max right? He had never told anyone about Daniel’s secret even when they had been fighting and he was his best friend obviously he was going to cry about this to him.
Why had Max sent him one of Y/n’s Instagram posts? Daniel was not in the mood to stalk his crush only to see him with women all over him.
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Oh, okay, he liked guys, but did he want Daniel? Y/n was a model, he worked around gorgeous men 24/7 why would he want to be with Daniel?
Daniel couldn't do much more, he could pine and yearn like he had for years before or he could get on with his job and move on like he is used to.
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username HELLO???
username if Daniel doesn't respond to y/n rn its going to get real embarrassing real quick
Daniels's head was reeling, what did Lando mean you were flirting with him under his posts? Weren't all those comments PR? Should he text you? but what if you didn't like him? But what if you did? Fuck.
Daniel texted you, why had he texted you? Did he not like you? Did your comments make him uncomfortable? You were not above crying till the sun rose and the tears were already ready.
But first you had to yell at the little gremlin that probably caused this, cause you may die of a broken heart and embarrassment but you weren't going alone.
Now back to Daniel, who was probably going to block and you were going to get your contract cut and-
Oh? oh? And where had that sudden burst of confidence come from?
On the other end, Daniel was losing his mind.
Oh
Oh...
HE LIKES ME?? HE LIKES ME!! He couldn't believe he was acting like a teenager right now but he was kicking his feet and giggling. You were the literal man of his dreams and you liked him back!
Daniel was going to die but at least it'd be from happiness this time and you? You were screaming into your pillow, stalking the man's Instagram, blushing thinking about the date.
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Blitzo had probably stayed outside of Stolas' palace for about a couple hours. He screamed, begging to be let back in, and tried every window and door, but they were all locked.
He didn't mean it. He never thought lowly of Stolas - it's Stolas for fuck's sake! He's a Goetia, he's powerful, he's gorgeous, he's charming - Blitzo just never thought that Stolas could ever actually care about him like that, nobody ever has.
Once it was clear Stolas wasn't going to let him back inside, Blitzo yelled, "You know what? I don't even need you!"
He stormed off with no destination in mind. Eventually, he found himself at a bar.
He spent the rest of the night numbing himself with alcohol, sex, and he might've been slipped some drugs too.
Only when morning came did he think about going back to the I.M.P. office. Blitzo managed to stumble his way back unharmed.
Everyone else wouldn't even know anything was wrong. Loona was used to him not coming home on full moons and all of them were used to him coming in late the next day.
Blitzo opened the door and trudged in.
"Good morning, sir," Moxxie said with too much enthusiasm. "How did it go? Do we still have the grimmoire?"
Blitzo gritted his teeth. He ripped the Asmodian crystal off his glove and slammed it on the table. "We don't need the stupid book anymore."
"Is that-"
"Yeah. Sto-" Blitzo's voice cracked. "He gave it to me."
Moxxie and Millie exchanged confused looks.
"Why did he do that?" Millie asked.
Blitzo ignored her question and went into his office, letting the door slam behind him. He sat with his head on his desk and tried not to think about anything.
The first one to try finding out what happened was Moxxie, slowly opening the door as if Blitzo was some wild animal that would run if spooked.
"Sir?" he said softly after closing the door. "What happened last night?"
Moxxie looked surprised to see the tears in Blitzo's eyes when he lifted his head.
"Nothing," Blitzo said. "Go choose a client for us today or something."
"Blitzo... If you're this upset, I don't think that will help."
Blitzo groaned. "I don't care. If you won't pick a client, then go find something else to do that isn't in THIS FUCKING ROOM!"
Moxxie had never been one for confrontation, so it was no surprise that he left after that. Not long after, Millie was the next one to come in.
"Heya, boss," she tried to be casual. "How ya doin'?"
"I'm fine," Blitzo growled. "But if we're not killing anybody, then get out."
"Blitzo..."
"GO!"
She appeared annoyingly sympathetic and said, "I just think you'd feel better if you talked about it instead of sittin' around and mopin'."
Blitzo slammed both fists on the desk. "What do you want me to say, huh? You think I'm just gonna pour my soul out to you?"
Millie gave him a look of pity - which didn't make him feel any better - and left. He grumbled and hid his face in his hands.
It wasn't until a few hours after Millie tried that Loona finally gave it shot.
"Hey so... You've seemed a little... off today," Loona stated the obvious. "I didn't really believe it, but was I right when I said he was getting bored of you?"
Blitzo glanced up at his daughter. She looked uncomfortable and worried at the same time. He guessed he owed it to her as her father to tell her a little bit.
"No. No, it was... the opposite, basically, and I fucked it up, like I do with everything," he explained.
"Well, not everything. You didn't fuck up with me, right? ...Dad?" she added after a moment.
"Oh, Loony," he said, ready to start crying again. She let him give her a big hug.
After awkwardly patting him on the back a few times, Loona slowly extracted herself from the hug.
"Umm. So..." Loona said. "Are you feeling any better?"
Blitzo nodded and Loona smiled at him before leaving.
It was nice to know that he had people who cared about him, who will stay even when he pushes them away.
Maybe even Stolas wasn't fully out of his life yet. Maybe he could try talking to him again later.
It was unlikely, but maybe, just maybe, it could happen.
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medialog april 2k24
ok. sick day catch up part two
watched
monkey man - this was gnarly and fun and dev patel, quite simply the hottest man ever to live, is upsettingly hot in this film, like SO hot oh my fucking god
white room - this was a VERY weird movie that (as per the filmmaker q & a) totally flopped at a film festival and never received distribution... you can kinda see why but i more or less liked it. it's about a weird sheltered repressed dude who accidentally sees the murder of a mysterious pop star and then accidentally befriends and falls in love with the woman who was actually the reclusive songwriter and voice of the act... the filmmaker described it as a "journey through genres" and it was very artistically ambitious in a way that maybe didn't totally work but it had some really good stuff about art/consumption/fame/women (my jam) and it frequently looked gorgeous and also all of the mysterious/reclusive pop singer's songs were big late 80s/early 90s style upbeat synth-bombast numbers with lyrics taken from emily dickinson poems which is soooooo funny and a great idea
alien - this is like die hard in that if i'd seen it ten years ago i would not really have understood the hype but seeing after i had a backwards education in film by watching all of the mcu movies and developing curiosity about the question of why they were bad and ugly in such distinct ways and from there developing a nascent and unsophisticated appreciation of the filmic qualities of film i'm like, wow what an incredibly fucking well made movie!!!!!! some things in particular i liked were (1) no substantive backstory for anyone, no dark secrets except the one that really counted, no traumatic pasts, no explanation for how this world works or why anyone was here except needing a job, just giving us the bare minimum to understand the situation the characters find themselves in and trusting the story to do the rest (2) very good spaceshippy spaceship (another way it's like die hard is lots of great Texture, another thing that the MCU lacks which like many other MCU traits was actually a totally fitting design choice for tech bro billionaire tony stark in iron man but simply did not need to expand to Everything...) (3) sigourney weaver so good! ian holmes also very good (4) lots of suspense through silence which is one of the most lost of lost arts in the realm of big expensive Cool Shit Happens cinema!
roy cohn/jack smith - this was a filmed recording of two monologues performed by ron vawter, a gay actor who died of AIDS, each in the character of another gay man who had AIDS - the notorious roy cohn & the experimental cinema icon jack smith. i don't really have much to say about it but i feel very lucky to have seen it and vawter was incredible - i'm glad also that he happened to come to our attention a few months ago because he played the therapist in sex lies & videotape.
mad max: fury road - ok i kept putting this off because the way people talked about it on the internet frankly emphasized to an off-putting degree the ideas in this movie and did not adequately convey to me personally the most important thing about it which is that it Fucking Owns Lmao Wow. we happened to pause it for some reason like 50 minutes in and i swear to you i would have guessed 15, maybe 20 minutes had passed, that's how much it flies by... the coolest shit ever, i wanted to live there forever! also lottie yellowjackets is one of the wives????
mission: impossible 3 - the worst movie in the entire world. we only revisited this one as part of our ongoing marathon with some friends and we spent the whole time complaining about jj abrams' totally inept camera work... seriously watch this movie and look out for (1) every time an already fast sequence is torn up with a zillion stupid little cuts some of which actively prevent us from seeing something that could have been cool (2) every time we get to a new location and the camera starts aimlessly drifting to the side literally immediately because he's afraid we'll get bored if we sit in a location for one whole second (3) every time 3 people are having a conversation and the camera spends the whole time just purposelessly wafting back and forth side to side for, i cannot emphasize this enough, no reason at all. literally nothing in this, an installment of the Stuff Looking Cool franchise, looks even a little bit cool even one time. people hate on 2 for the male gaze of it all re: thandie newton but her character has more personality and agency than ethan's sexy lamp wife in this. the closest to a redeeming value this movie has is that it really feels like part of the goal was to remind everyone of how even though tom cruise jumped on that couch one time he's actually a very normal american heterosexual man (he passes out at one point and flashes back to his wife in her underwear sdksoeroser it's SO dumb) but because he's tom cruise (a total insane freak) he can't convincingly portray that at all and just comes across as insane and maybe a sociopath. "what about philip seymour hoffman" i'm not going to give abrams credit for knowing PSH was a good actor, that's like saying defending a doctor accused of malpractice by saying he knows that feet generally have toes. be serious. i will give a shout out to simon pegg, who is in this less than i remembered but who comes across as the MVP (across what should be a deep bench of a cast!) of making abrams' horrible comic-book-bro-patter come across as something a human might say, mostly so i can also share my friend's insight when i said that which is that it makes sense pegg is suited to the task given that he cut his teeth largely on movies that are parodies of shitty action movies.
mission: impossible - ghost protocol - a wonderful and perfect treat :) i've gone on at length about this one before and really have nothing left to say but it's so good and so specifically good at all the things 3 sucks ass at... my friend was physically squirming next to me on the couch during the burj khalifa sequence, as is right and proper :)
read
beautiful losers - this is a novel leonard cohen wrote in the 60s that is very weird and experimental and i'll be real with you and say i did not get it. it's about a guy whose wife and best friend he had a weird sexual relationship with are both dead and now he's kind of obsessed with an iroquois saint... i am not sure how to describe it but i guess i would say if you think the music of leonard cohen is too optimistic and insufficiently horny for you maybe you would like this. it is probably the most aggressively sexual book i've ever read but not in an erotic way... it's very like about the nastiness of sex and bodies... which i admire ideologically on a certain level but it's really quite unrelenting with it... occasionally there are snatches of deeply beautiful writing though.
listened
sourpatch, stagger & fade - nick put on the vinyl of this and i was like oh that sounds nice and i wound up listening to it a bit... fuzzy indie rock (i'm not educated enough to parse genres more finely than that) that makes for very pleasant background listening
ariana grande, eternal sunshine - i've never kept up with ariana because i just find her voice kind of annoying and i had never heard a song to challenge that UNTIL we reviewed "we can't be friends" at singles jukebox and ariana teaming up with max martin to do kidz bop body talk era robyn turned out to be everything i wanted from her... unfortunately the rest of the album was incredibly boring lol. love that song tho!
maggie rogers, don't forget me - i don't know that i find this one as interesting as her last album or quite as likable as her first (although that might be me somewhat overrating her first because i love "light on" sooooo much) but she's such a capital-M Musician she's always a pleasure to listen to. "drunk" was an early fave but recently i found myself returning a lot to "the kill"
girl in red, i'm doing it again baby! - girl in red comes a lot when other people are talking about the g*yl*rs as one of the actual queer artists they should support but first of all they actually love her and second of all i listened to this album twice straight through and have let some of the songs play on shuffle since and i could not hum you one single line :/
taylor swift, the tortured poets department - speak of the devil! i mean i've talked about this. i like this album a lot - at this point i'm ready to call it easily her best work except for maybe folklore, and honestly i find it hard to assess folklore out of what a special lockdown treat it felt like at the time. i don't expect a world insistent on calling 1989 pop perfection to eventually agree with me but i think people will mellow out about it in time and forget that it was so divisive on release much as has happened with reputation (an album far worthier of scorn if not without its occasional merits) and at the VERY least i think in like 5 years it will be more or less consensus that it's better than midnights.
the starting line, say it like you mean it - i listened to this album mostly to fact-check claims i was making about emo in the taylor swift piece but then i kept listening to it cuz it was kinda full of bops!
fall out boy, take this to your grave - @voidofcourse recommended this as a stepping stone from the starting line for loud guys offering bops and indeed it too was full of bops!
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an enemy of the people - i saw this on broadway, yes, 1000% literally just because my boy my king my number one guy jeremy strong was in it. the production was interesting and good if not flawless, and although i think some of the younger cast members got a little lost in the old-fashioned theatrical language (even in a new translation) and could have used some direction towards really pulling out the meaning of individual sentences they were saying, the more seasoned actors all did a great job, including, of course, jeremy strong, who got to be shoved into a pit and have pretend ice thrown at him, i'm so happy for him. also the play was incredible? like as a play? i said as much here after seeing it but basically it's about this doctor who discovers that the town baths that are about to open have a contaminated water supply that is definitely going to result in people getting sick and some of them dying, especially since they are being advertised partly for their health-restoring properties for people who are already not doing well, and he's like, wow, good thing i caught this thanks to the help of science so we can change plans, and then everyone else in town is like, but have you considered that would be expensive? why do you hate poor people? (there's a thread specifically about the editor of the radical leftist newspaper going from being the doctor's number one champion to being totally coopted out of both politics and self-interest that was particularly brutal to watch...) like it was truly SO incredibly specifically relevant to some Extremely Contemporary Issues that i was just agog and also it was incredibly fucking upsetting to watch! really really great playwriting, such a clean example of how a work can best encompass & comment on ideas by developing them through character and dramatic action rooted in wants, needs, choices, conflict, etc., a lesson many people could stand to learn. i kept thinking it had burrowed as deeply into the core issues as it could and then it found another layer. this ibsen guy... he really knew some stuff about stuff....
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🍒 - 2 & 10 w/ jj plsss 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Awe I hope you like it!!! This was so cute and I loved writing it! Enjoy!
Only One Time
Pairings: Sweet!JJ x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sexual intercourse. More fluff.
Summary: Prompts 2 & 10 from this list.
Authors Note: I rarely write fluff so you guys better like this one!
JJ's POV:
It was just supposed to be a one time thing. That's what we told each other 3 months ago. We've had sex at least once a week since then. It wouldn't have been a problem if I would've just kept feelings out of it. I tried, I fought like hell, but every time I hear her moan my name, it sends me through a tunnel of love.
That is the same for this time as well. I am currently balls deep inside this amazing girl and she can't stop moaning my name and clawing my back. I like to think of her scratching as her way of claiming me.
Recently I've been trying to keep her in positions where I didn't see her face, but it never helped. This time, she insisted on missionary, so basically I was fucked. Haha literally. "Jay- I'm gonna cum- don't stop!" She moaned. Fuck, she said my name again. I can't stand it. "Me too, me too.." I hissed out. Y/N clenched around my dick and came all over it. It was just enough to tip me over the edge. I slipped out and spilled my cum on her stomach just in time. We both stared at each other with bright smiles on our faces. We both looked exhausted but she still looked perfect.
"What is it Jay?" She asked, catching her breath between words. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? " My cheeks heated up and I mentally slapped myself, I don't know why I just fucking said that.
"Uhm no actually.." She blushed and looked down at her fingers. I definitely couldn't take back what I said. Not that I wanted to, I just wanted to fucking hide for the rest of my life. "Well I think you should be told every day. You really are absolutely gorgeous Y/N. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I smiled and gave her a small hug. She seemed to blush harder now. "Thank you Jay, that means a lot to me." Y/N answered.
We laid there cuddling for a while, nearly falling asleep a few times. I'd like to say this was the first time we cuddled after sex, but it's actually become a normal thing since our 3rd or 4th time together. So yeah, pretty much every fucking time.
"Hey Jay?" She asked. We were spooning, one arm under her head, the other is laid over her hip, and my dick was pressed against her ass. "Yes Y/N?" I asked. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About me being pretty?" She questioned. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I mean it?" I was slightly confused. "No one's ever called me beautiful before and our situation isn't exactly easy, so I guess I just thought you said it in the heat of the moment." She sounded upset. "I'm sorry." I don't know why she apologized. "You have no reason to be sorry." I turned her so she was on her back and I was hovering over her.
"I would never lie about something as serious as that. Especially to you. I could never lie to you Y/N." I brushed some hair out of her face and she nuzzled into my hand. We couldn't stop our glossy eyes from staring at each other.
I'm not sure how but it felt like our lips were magnetic. They pulled us closer and closer to each other until they crashed together. We had tried kissing before in bed but that was so different. Before it was hot and steamy, with no emotion. This one was full of passion and desire, but not in a sexual way.
After our long, beautifully emotional kiss, I pulled back and we looked at each other with shock and what seemed to be the most intense feeling a human could experience.
"I love you. "
I said barely above a whisper. I wasn't afraid to say that anymore. I needed her to know, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. But her eyes softened. "I love you too Jay." She pulled my lips back into hers.
When we pulled apart I felt so much better knowing that she felt this way too.
"Will you go out with me?" My heart beat out of my chest as I waited for her answer but I had a feeling the odds were in my favor.
"Of course Jay!" I was right.
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is there a world where matty would show george exactly what she likes. then maybe taking turns on her...?
(totally not b / haveyouseenherlately)
you're golden for this i do actually have something in my head for this so picture this:
You, splayed out on the bed, legs bare and cunt aching as Matty whispers filthy praise into your ear, getting you worked up with feather light touches. George laying on his stomach, flushed red and cheek resting on your thigh, peering up at you and Matty.
"She's pretty, isn't she?" Matty breathes, his hands wandering over your entire body and George nods, letting two of his fingers brush over your clit, making you shudder as sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine.
The only thing keeping your decency is one of George's shirts, your nipples hard against the fabric as Matty instructs the blonde sitting between your legs. "She likes it slow, loves it when you talk to her." George looks up his eyes meeting yours and you nod slightly, causing a smug grin to break out across his face.
"Yeah? D'you like it when I say filthy things to you, beautiful?" You clear your throat in a way that makes Matty giggle behind you, his cock painfully hard against your arse as he feels you up, looking over your shoulder and at George, his bare chest on display for both of you. "Touch her baby, listen to how gorgeous she sounds for us." Matty coos, smirking at George as he nods in response, his other hand coming up to grip the fat of your thigh, squeezing meanly.
Matty brushes your hair out of your face, delicate fingers dancing on your cheekbones as his lips press to the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses and occasional bites on the skin. George gets to work, his fingers stroking lazy figure eights on your clit, his mouth on the inside of your thigh as he sucks a purple hickey into the skin, the slight pain making your head hazy with lust.
Wanton moans spill from your lips as Matty's hand gropes your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples in that same way you do to him, the pleasure radiating from your chest almost too much. "Fuck, that feels so good, please don't stop." you whine as Matty bites into the space between your collarbone and neck, George's fingers the source of the dull pleasure between your legs, still not enough to properly get you off.
"Gotta be good for her G, listen or she'll get mean. Probably take it out on me though, not that i'm complaining." George's eyes dance as fantasies flick through his mind, you and Matty the star of every one of them. "Tell us what you what darling, we'll give it to you." Matty whispers, making sultry eye contact with an incredibly pent up George.
"Touch me properly, need to cum s'fucking bad G, please." George groans as you plead with him, his fingers speeding up exponentially at the newfound motivation. Matty watches with blown out pupils as you gasp, twitching against his chest as George's digits sink inside of you, stroking your velvety walls at a mind numbing pace.
Your whole body reacts when he presses his tongue to your clit, swirling it around the little bud as you throw your head back, Matty's words only adding to the tightening coil in your belly. "Doing so good baby, look how fucking good she feels." Matty groans, the sight of you getting off fucking intoxicating for him. "Thats because of you, G."
George whines against your cunt as his fingers work you faster, your unintelligible pleas like music to their ears, only spurring the two men on. Matty's hands are in your hair, running his fingers through it as he speaks, his voice low and coated in honey.
"So fucking amazing, got me so hard darling." Matty bucks his hips, rutting against you desperately as George brings you closer and closer to the edge, tongue working absolute magic on your cunt. "Taste so sweet beautiful." he whispers, half to himself, and Matty reaches down to weave a hand through his hair, letting you grind onto his face as George gasps, whining as the taste of you fully takes over his senses.
"Doing so good getting her off f'me, taking real good care of her, yeah?" his teeth graze over your neck, the slight hint of pain making you moan into his touch.
Matty's hand snakes down to your cunt, joining George in making you feel so fucking good your vision whites out. You pant and moan against Matty's mouth as he kisses you, your neck craning back to press your lips to his, drinking in the soft whines as you grind your hips down onto him and your clit against George's mouth, pure ecstacy overtaking your body.
It doesn't take long for you to cum all over George's face, his chin glistening as your legs shake, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You swear the world around you ceases to exist, your body not a body but a vessel for pure pleasure. Matty coos into your ear as George works you through your high, his finger ghosting over your nipples as his hair tickles the back of your neck.
"Did so good for us darling, look what a mess you've made." he means George, who's covered in the remnants of your orgasm from the lips down, his chin coated in slick as he pants, eyes glazed over and cock painfully hard.
"Want me to return the favour, baby? Treat you as nicely as you treated me?" George nods vigorously, his hair sticking to his forehead from the effort. "Matty?" The boy behind you hums, his lips attached to your neck the entire time you were speaking.
"Care to help our little Georgie out? Make him feel good?" You can feel Matty make eye contact with the blonde, slowly nodding as he carefully removes you from his lap, placing you against the headboard. "Darling?" his voice cracks slightly at the end of the single word sentence, making you crack a smile. "Yeah, baby?"
"Can you watch?"
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Chose one -W2S
Words: 1.4k+
Warnings: light angst, sex references.
Summary: when both Harry and Chris fall for you, you realise you’re going to have to choose one.
a/n: omg I actually wrote something that’s not a request🤭. my fics have been super short lately so here’s an extra long one to make up for it✨. I hope you enjoy my lovelies!💓🫶🏼
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I've been friends with Harry for years. We met through my best friend Talia, at one of her birthday parties. That's also where I met the rest of the boys. We became friends and they began inviting me on nights out, parties and other events. I formed a separate connection with them all. Tobi, JJ, Ethan and Josh are like my older brothers. Simon's my best friend's boyfriend. Vik was a little awkward at the beginning but now I have the most interesting conversations with him. Me and Harry immediately hit it off. He was also awkward but I managed to pull him out of his shell, I get his humour and he gets mine. We just click.
I also met Chris through the boys. I found him hilarious and I loved the all the witty little comments he made. We became good friends after our first meeting and I now text him regularly. Recently I was having a conversation with Talia, over the phone. When she brought up the comment that Chris left on my most recent instagram post. I wasn't sure what to say. "He definitely likes you y/n!" She stated. My eyes widened. "No- no way." I stumbled on my words. "You don't like him?" "I- I'm not sure. I've never thought of him that way."
After that day I felt strange. I didn't know what to say to Chris. I also hadn't spoken to Harry in a few days. But I will see them both today at the party Tobi's hosting at his apartment. I began getting ready at five. I took a long shower, blow dried then styled my hair, applied some makeup and finally finished with my outfit. I had sent a text to the girls to ask what they were wearing so I chose my outfit around that.
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I arrived at Tobi's apartment by seven. I rang the doorbell. "Hey! Come in." Tobi greeted me after he opened the door. We shared a quick hug then headed to where everyone else was. Not everyone had arrived yet but Talia had so I quickly went to say hello. "Hi babe! You look hot as fuck." She excitedly hugged me. "So do you. Is that the dress you bought last week?" I asked. "Yeah! I'm glad we were dressing up so I had an excuse to wear it."
Once the party got going and everyone arrived, most of us began drinking. I got really tipsy very quickly. I went off to the bathroom to clean myself up and take a deep breath. Just as I was leaving I banged straight into someone. My head banged back onto the wall. "Ow. Fuck." I clutched the back of my skull. "I'm so sorry. Are you ok? y/n?" A voice rambled. "Hmm," I opened my eyes. A very concerned looking Harry stood before me. "Oh. I'm fine. Don't sweat it." I hurried back into the living room.
"You alright?" Faith asked. "Mhm." I hummed. "You just seem a little... tense." I sighed. "Can we go into the kitchen? I need to ask you about something." I whispered to her. "Of course, let's go." She replied, standing from the couch. We slipped out of the room. I stood with my back leaning against the marble counter. "I've been feeling weird lately," I began, my drunkenness about to make me spill all of my secrets.
"I think I like Harry. Like more than a friend," Her eyes widened. "But I was speaking to T the other day and she said that she thinks Chris likes me. I'm just really confused." I sighed as an imaginary weight lifted from my shoulders, from the confession. "Well, do you feel for Chris like you feel for Harry?" She asked. My eyes fluttered closed. "I don't think so. I think he's... nice looking but I don't like him." "Well there's your answer."
I decided that I was just going to get absolutely pissed so I wouldn't have to deal with anything tonight (that was a mistake). Once me and Faith rejoined the group we all decided to play 'never have I ever'. I sat between Faith and JJ. "Okay! I'll start," Freya announced. "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping." Freya, Josh and JJ drank. "What?! You're all boring man." JJ shouted. Ethan went next. "Never have I ever had sex in a car." JJ, Faith, Ethan, Harry, Chris and myself drank. When I put my glass down I noticed two faces looking at me, Harry and Chris. I quickly looked away.
After a few more rounds with nothing that interesting it was my turn. "Never have I ever had a crush on my friend." I blurted out. My face dropped. I looked to Faith. She was just as shocked. "I- I think that's my cue to go home." I pushed myself from the couch. I turned to looked at Tobi. "Thanks for a great night." I smiled then made a be line for the front door.
As I waited for my taxi to arrive it began to rain. "For fuck sake." I whispered under my breath. "Here." I heard from behind me. I jumped then turned to see who it was. Harry stood there with his jacket in his hand, gesturing for me to take it. I smiled lightly then took it. Covering my hair from the rain. We stood there in silence, the only sound being made by the heavy downpour of rain. Harry's shirt began to stick to his body as it became increasingly more soaked. I stepped towards him. Attempting to cover the both of us with his coat. He unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. I leaned into his touch.
"I drank." He said breaking the silence. "What?" I replied quietly, confused. "Your question. About having a crush on your friend. I drank." He explained. My heart rate began to speed up. "Oh, who?" I asked nervously. "You." He whispered. My face dropped. I looked up at him, slightly breaking our hug. "Really? You- you like me?" I thought I was hearing things. He nodded. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, I just needed to tell you." "I do feel the same Harry." I leaned into him. Our lips inches apart. My taxi pulled up. I stepped away, passing his coat back. "Sorry." I mouthed as I slid into the car.
The next day I woke with an awful hangover and a bucket of guilt. I needed to speak to Chris. I can't pursue anything with Harry until I tell him about my lack of feelings. Later in the day I decided to text him. He agreed to come to my apartment. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door. I opened it with a smile then let him inside. "Listen Chris-" I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't even know for sure if he liked me. "It's ok. We don't have to make this awkward. I liked you but I know you and Harry are- you know, so don't worry about it. I'll back off." He said politely. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And I'm sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about. Let's just stay friends, yeah?" I nodded. "Yeah."
A few days later I turned up to Harry's apartment. I hesitated to knock. Then I took a deep breath and lifted my fist to the door. I waited almost a minute before the door opened. Harry stared at me. "Uhm, hi." I smiled softly. "Hey. What are you doing here?" He asked. "I um- I wanted to apologise for the other day. I shouldn't have left like that." I began. We stared into each other's eyes, neither saying a word. He stepped closer, so close in fact that I could feel his breath on my lips. "Can I kiss you?" He asked in a hushed tone. "Yes." I whispered. He closed the gap slowly. My hands moved to his shoulders. His traveled slowly down to my waist as we shared a sweet kiss.
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Indisposed (Noah Sebastian fanfiction) chapter seven
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Autors note: hello! an update, finallyyy hehe. also, i found it very hard to pick a gif this time, like hello he's gorgeous on every single one pff 🫠. but then i saw this one and i got a hot flash right away so i was like ... yeah okay then this is the one GYUFHIJOF. anyway, hope y'all enjoy this chapter, it's long asf btw lol. oh and, i wouldn't read it in public if i were you. 🙃
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chapter seven
As I follow the guys, I look at my phone again, having a whole bunch of notifications: two texts from my best friend, five from my mom… including seven missed calls from her.
‘Oh please no,’ I mumble to myself, not looking forward to whatever she has to say to me. Let’s say that me and my mother do not get along very well.
‘What’s up?’ I hear Noah ask next to me, looking over my shoulder out of curiosity, trying to see the cause of my annoyance.
‘It’s my mother,’ I sigh. ‘Seven damn missed calls from her. Wonder what I did wrong in her eyes this time now,’ I mumble while rolling with my eyes.
As soon as Noah hears that it’s about my mom, a frown appears on his face and his forehead wrinkles. He knows a little about her-that I grew up with her and my dad in a little religious town in the UK, and we especially started to not get along anymore when I became a teenager and developed my own will and opinions.
It all just had to turn that big of an issue for her that she basically kicked me out, making me live with my aunt (her sister) here in the United States since I was thirteen. And believe me… I actually had a way better life with my aunt. I have always been hurt deep inside that my own mother kicked me out and found her religious beliefs way more important than her own daughter, but as I grew older I could accept it piece by piece, and I have always been grateful-and still am-that my aunt took me into her loving home. To me, she became more of a mom to me than my own biological one has ever been. A lot of times I have felt like she never deserved that title.
Of course my older sister, Kate, has always been the perfect daughter to her, following her religious footsteps like some too tall fucking baby duck (she is seriously very tall), making mum and dad always so proud of her. Her noisy ass always has something to say to me too, and makes sure that whatever I share online comes in her greedy hands and my mothers ones as well-hence why she has been calling me so much this night. Of course this has to do something with the picture I have shared of Noah and I-she absolutely does not agree with her brainwashed Christian mind that I work for a band like Bad Omens. Noah-and the rest of the band-do not know everything much by detail, something I for now want to keep it that way, as I am not very fond of talking about my family and our history.
‘That woman again?’ he huffs, shaking his head in slight disbelief of my words. ‘She's such a pain in the ass… What does she want this time?’
‘She probably wants to know why the hell I posed with you like that on our selfie,’ I sigh out of annoyance. ‘Hailey, how can you work for guys looking like that? Hailey, they are covered in tattoos, please tell me you will not do the same! Hailey, how can you work with guys worshiping the devil?’ I mock my mothers words in her annoyingly so called worried voice, the words being something she repeats to me so many times whenever she has the chance to talk to me.
Noah groans in annoyance and rolls his eyes at the sound of my mothers remarks. I know that the woman never fails to astound him. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he curses with a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose as if I just said something that’s giving him a headache. Well, my mother sure as hell gives me that nine out of ten times.
‘Can’t you just ignore your mother at times? Just until she finally gets the fucking message? Like… how do you even keep up with her bullshit?’
‘Ha, good joke,’ I mumble at him. ‘Nah, if I don’t respond in a few days, she just calls my aunt, because she knows me and my aunt get along way better and that knows more about how I’m currently doing than my mom does. God, I wish she could just accept the fact that I’m an adult and have, and can have, my own life,’ I explain with annoyance.
The more I talk about my mother, the more Noah also seems to become annoyed with the situation, as if he knows where I’m talking about. ‘Damn,’ he groans after I just finished speaking, pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress.
‘Your mom is one annoying human being, you know that?’ he half jokes, but gives me an apologetic look after.
‘Oh trust me-I know,’ I say back, sighing. ‘It's one of the reasons I had no problem getting kicked out by her when she didn’t want me living with her and the rest of the family anymore, back when I was a teen. That’s why I moved from the UK all the way here in America to start a better life with my aunt.’
Noah listens to the words I speak, the annoyance on his face slowly fading away a bit more. ‘I have to say… I still gotta respect you for that. That’s kind of impressive, honestly,’ he softly jokes with a smirk, now nudging his shoulder against me, seeming to try to lessen my stress and annoyance because of my mother by doing so.
‘Anyone would want to escape from that woman,’ I mumble. ‘And somehow I was the bad guy. Just because I didn’t agree nor believe in her oh so holy Christian beliefs when I grew up,’ I mockingly say.
‘Oh God… your mother is one of those Christians?’ Noah asks, the annoyed expression on his face reappearing immediately as he hears me telling about it. ‘Jesus… No wonder she doesn’t like us then. She probably sees us as some kind of Satan worshippers,’ he grumbles out, rolling his eyes.
I can’t help but snort at his words as I nod. ‘Yeah, and she now thinks that I am too. I bet that she probably tried to call me because she saw our picture, all panicked because you ‘lured me into your Satanic beliefs’ or something,’ I say, trying to let the last words sound all spooky to mock my mom and joke about the situation.
It makes a genuine chuckle leave Noah’s lips as I do so. ‘Ha, yeah, that’s exactly it…’ he says with a wide smirk, now shaking his head. ‘Your mom makes everything sound so much worse than it actually is… I mean.. we’re not as evil as she makes us out to be, are we?’ he then jokes.
‘Of course not,’ I laugh, shaking my head. ‘But yeah, she was not exactly thrilled that I have a job as a stylist working for a metal band.’
Noah rolls his eyes as I say that. ‘Your mom is always so over dramatic about everything man, whenever I hear you talk about her… honestly, a girl your age shouldn’t have to worry about keeping her mother from being so dramatic and stressed about her life choices,’ he tells me, smiling with a chuckle, and I know that he means well with those words.
‘I know. It’s just… we have been through a lot together, so sometimes it still kinda hurts that she just won't love and accept me for who I am, or the choices I make and how I decide to live my life,’ I shrug, trying to talk casually about it. As I do, the slight playful smile on Noah’s face turns into a more empathetic and understanding one. He seems to frown at the thought of it, and his brows furrow slightly at the sight of me trying to seem all casual about the situation.
‘Well… it’s her loss,’ he tells me after with a shrug as he shoves his hands in his pockets, now looking at me with an expression that looks a lot more compassionate.
‘Guess so. I mean, my aunt is more of a mother to me anyways,’ I mumble, and then sigh as I click on my mothers name on my phone, just to simply text her back: ‘Don’t have time to talk right now, mum. I’ll call you back when I can find the right moment.’
Noah moves a bit closer to me now after I hit the send button, putting his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezing it to comfort me. ‘There you go,’ he chuckles softly as his eyes gaze over my phone. ‘Hopefully that’s enough to keep her from bugging you for the rest of the night.’
‘Yeah… And otherwise I’ll just turn my notifications off,’ I shrug, and then click on the two texts that I have gotten from my best friend Sarah a couple of hours ago.
‘Girl, since when do you have a boyfriend?? How come it’s Noah?? I know you told me you find him hot and all but oh my god??’
‘Pleaseee text me back asap, I want to know everything!! The tea is hot and I’m sat’
I roll my eyes as I chuckle a bit when I read her texts. Of course Sarah wants to know every detail about what happened, which is fair since we haven’t been able to catch up for a while.
I suddenly hear Noah clear his throat, making me look up from my phone to look at him. He casually-or at least, tries to-walks next to me with his hands still in his pockets, the smirk on his face growing by the second. I raise my eyebrows, as I ask him: ‘What’s so funny?’
He shakes his head and he then meets my gaze, his smirk still big. ‘Nothing,; he says all innocently, the playful glint reappearing in his eyes. ‘It's just… I saw the text from your friend,’ he chuckles, now pointing at the phone in my hand.
I chuckle, while I smile. ‘Oh yeah, she saw the picture of us together. She of course wants to know all the details.’
‘I figured…’ he laughs now, his smirk becoming more and more cocky. ‘Not gonna lie though. I feel honored by the fact that you told her you think I’m hot,’ he admits cockily and winks at me.
My eyes turn a bit wide when I look from him, to my phone, and then back to him, my cheeks turning a deep red color. ‘I… Well…’ I begin to stammer, feeling a bit embarrassed and caught. ‘It’s not polite to just stare at someone’s phone, y’know,’ I just try to casually say, pretending to not be affected by his words.
Noah just starts laughing loudly now as he notices the look on my face, seeming to of course enjoy every second of seeing me flustered at what he just said. ‘Sorry, I just couldn’t help it,’ he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders and then looking at me with a mischievous smirk and teasing glint in his eyes.
‘Hmm. I’ll just let it slip for now, Sebastian,’ I say with one raised eyebrow, deciding to just tease him back.
‘Oh, you will?’ Noah shoots back with still that smirk on his face and raised eyebrow on his own, shaking his head slightly with a chuckle as he looks down at me with a cocky yet amused look on his face. ‘How kind of you.’
The teasing smile on his face grows wider as he again chuckles, the playfulness in his eyes making him more flirtatious and mischievous than ever.
‘Oh shut up you. I need a drink now,’ I mumble, hoping the red in my face will quickly disappear, as we make our way to the afterparty in the building.
Noah again laughs at the sight of the red on my cheeks. For a second his eyes take in my appearance, as he smirks once again. ‘I can get you a drink,’ he responds, then looking at me with a challenging twinkle in his eyes. ‘If you manage to keep yourself from looking at me, and my hot body full of tattoos of course,’ he says so teasingly-of course still referring to my Sarah’s text that exposed me-that it makes me roll my eyes for a second.
‘Oh, I can easily do that,’ I say while narrowing my eyes at him, my voice sounding slightly playful.
‘You think so?’ Noah shoots back with a grin, now tilting his face slightly to give me a challenging look while he still walks next to me. ‘I doubt it. My tattoos are way too cool not to look at, and a cute little thing like you? I can practically bet money on it that you’ll give in after just a few seconds.’
He is clearly testing me and trying to get a reaction out of me with his teasing yet daring words, so I just snort at him. ‘Oh please. A few seconds? A bit cocky today, are we now, Noah?’
‘Cocky? Or confident? I’d say I’m confident,’ he shoots back, smirking proudly. ‘There is quite a difference, you know?’ he then chuckles.
We are nearing the small backstage area that will lead to the afterparty as we talk. The private bar is located for those who are allowed backstage, which I am thanks to our backstage passes and Noah bringing me with him. We walk towards the toilets as we are inside.
‘You wait here please, I’m going to change into something more party-like real quick,’ I say as I walk into a toilet stall and lock the door behind me.
I quickly get out of my simple work tee and pants, getting my strapless maroon dress with open back that’s folded neatly out of my small-but yet big enough that I can fit a couple of things inside-shoulder bag that I’ve brought with me. The dress looks quite nice on me as I say so myself-the dress hugs my curves and lets my roundings from front and back stand out very well. After that I put on some matching heels that are nice looking yet not too uncomfortable to walk and stand on, and after that I put a hand through my hair to get it to look a little more nice. When I feel good about my looks I walk out of the toilet stall, seeing Noah waiting for me while he scrolls on his phone.
‘Tadaaa,’ I say, spinning around quickly so he can see my look.
As Noah hears the sound of the toilet stall door opening, he looks up from his phone and puts it back in the backpocket of his jeans, and as soon as his eyes fall on me walking out of the stall and my little spin, his eyes go a little wider as his jaw drops a little.
‘Oh wow…’ is all he seems to be able to say as he takes in my form, his eyes looking me up and down. He is not even trying to hide the smirk that is appearing on his face after, as he then slowly shakes his head while taking me in once more.
It makes me smirk broadly myself when I see his reaction, jokingly saying: ‘And weren’t you the one saying that I would be the one not being able to keep my hands off you?’
‘I’m pretty sure those words did leave my mouth, yes,’ he responds, his smirk only widening when he hears my sassy comment. ‘And I don’t think I've ever been proven more wrong, honestly,’ he says as his eyes take in every inch of my body again in my dress, not even hiding the way he is practically admiring my every feature right now.
‘Just wait. I bet I can spend the whole evening without touching you. You in? Or are you afraid to lose?’ I mischievously smile at him.
‘Oh now that…’ -he lets out a devious chuckle at my question, the glint in his eyes only growing more and more mischievous as well as he takes a step closer towards me- ‘...that sounds like a challenge.’
As he speaks further, he looks at me through his eyelashes. ‘One I’m gladly willing to accept, even,’ he says huskily, his expression turning darker as he shoots me a naughty smirk.
‘Okay…’ I start, now also taking a few steps closer to him as I return his smirk. ‘Then it goes in now,’ I whisper into his ear when I stand on my toes to reach it, and then when I stand back normally again I look at him through my eyelashes with a seductive look.
‘Oh yeah? I hope you’re preparing yourself to lose then,’ he smirks as he again moves a bit closer to me, leaning in as his face hovers closely to my own, the devilish look on his face showing he’s gonna try his absolute best to make me break the rule. He wishes.
‘Hmm… I think I will be fine,’ I say as I narrow my eyes with a naughty smile, before turning around to walk away, knowing very well that my behind and moving curves are perfectly displayed in the dress I’m wearing.
‘Ha, we’ll see about that,’ I hear Noah mumble behind him, making me shake my head and chuckle to myself.
I walk towards the bar to order myself my first drink, noticing that a few guys standing around the bar at the order side are eyeing my chest more than my eyes, which makes me look at them with a nasty look before turning my back at them, focusing on a talk with my female colleagues I then spot. They excitedly and happily tell me their congratulations when I tell them about the nomination I got from the SMA's.
‘That’s so exciting,’ a light skinned girl from my age, Pearl, tells me when I tell her about the interview and photoshoot that comes with it. Her dark, curly hair is clipped behind her ears, and she wears a short, shiny, light blue-greenish dress that compliments her body and brown skin very well.
‘Tell me about it,’ I smile. ‘Have to admit though, that I’m also quite nervous about it…’
‘Oh yeah, that’s very logical, it’s your first interview for something like this, right?’
I nod, and Pearl returns it with an understanding but reassuring smile. ‘I’m absolutely sure everything will go just fine. Also…’ she now leans more into me, making me lean more towards her as well, and her eyes now wander to Noah standing in the corner of the room with a drink, alongside Nick and another guy they are talking to.
‘Things are getting more serious, huh?’ she smirks. ‘I’ve always wondered if you guys got something going on, to be honest… With the way you two always act around each other and such,’ she adds, making me blush a little.
‘Really?’ I nervously ask, and Pearl nods at me.
‘Yeah… I mean, girl-have you seen the way Noah looks at you? I wish a guy could look at me like that,’ she laughs, and I join her, while also feeling a bit warm about the way Noah seems to look at me when I don’t notice.
‘I just…’ I begin to stumble, feeling a little stuck if I could tell my new madly friend a bit of the truth, since Noah and I aren’t really officially out yet. But by the way she looks at me with such a kind and honest look, I decide that I will, also desperately wanting to share my thoughts and feelings with someone about all of this.
‘Well, let’s say I developed a little crush on him since the day I started working for him and the band,’ I shyly laugh as I begin to explain everything to her, making Pearl knowingly smirk at me. Goddammit. ‘And… when he started returning the jokes I made towards him, and our bond became closer, the jokes just turned a little more into teasing and sometimes even flirting as well… It has been going on for months now, and I couldn’t help but always had some sort of hope because of that, that he likes me back and all…’
‘Well, he obviously does,’ Pearl laughs while she shakes her head at me, taking a sip of her drink. ‘Like c’mon, everyone can tell. The tension between you two…’
I blush one again because of her words, nervously twirling a lock of hair around my finger. ‘You think so?’
‘Duh!’ she certainly exclaims, making me giggle a little, taking a few sips of my drink as well.
‘Well… Something may have happened between us last night…’ I say a little softer now with again a small giggle, making Pear’s eyes turn wide out of curiosity and excitement.
‘Hello-tell me everything!’ Pear exclaims as she seems to almost want to jump up and down of everything I have just been telling, making me try to calm her down as I shoot her a little awkward smile.
‘Okay so…’ I begin, as I take a deep breath with the corners of my mouth curling up again. ‘Me and Noah slept together last night. The night before this show, I mean.’
‘GIRL!’ Pearl now beams because of my words, which makes a couple of people look at both me and her, and as I laugh at her I again try to calm her down by shushing her.
‘How was it?!’ she now wants to know, making me look at Noah again for a moment, still standing in the corner of the room with Nick and the other guy. As soon as his eyes lock with mine, I can’t help but swoon a little when I think back of our intimate moment last night. It also doesn’t help that he winks at me, making me quickly shoot my eyes at Pearl again as I grin with slight colored cheeks. And, it makes me shoot back a lot more of my drink, making me squeeze my eyes shut for a couple of seconds.
‘Trust me… Noah is like some kind of God in bed, and I’m not even religious,’ I slur a little now that the alcohol starts kicking it, making me giggle like some in love teenager, and Pearl groans out of playful jealousy and excitement.
‘Damn girl. Noah Sebastian and Hailey Clark slept together… I must say, you two make quite the attractive couple…’ Pearl then winks at me as she said those words, and I blush for what feels like the hundredth time this night.
‘You think so?’ I ask Pearl whilst still being flattered about it, and she heavily nods.
‘C’mon, look at you two, being handsome and everything,’ she cheers, making me laugh behind my hand.
‘Yeah… Noah is quite handsome indeed,’ I answer, my mind trailing off to daydream about him-shirtless, touching me, kissing me… which then reminds me of the bet me and Noah made, so I quickly try to snap out of my unholy daydreams.
‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Pearl giggles, and when we say our goodbyes after because she spots someone else she knows, I walk towards Noah and the other guys he is standing with, with now a wine glass in my hands after I ordered it.
As Noah sees me walking towards him and the others, a devilish smirk appears on his face immediately. When I stand next to him, he glances at me, his eyes slowly trailing over my form, before coming back towards my face again while the smirk on his face only widens.
‘Hi there,’ I greet him with a sly smile, and then nod as a greeting to the others.
‘Noah was just about to tell us about that time you were absolutely shit faced and me and Jolly had to carry him to our hotel room ourselves, right Noah?’ Nick says with a playful smile towards him, making the other guys in the circle laugh and I can’t help but chuckle softly as well.
Noah rolls his eyes at Nick, but the smile still remains on his face as he slowly shakes his head. ‘Yeah, yeah, very funny,’ he says, ‘I can still remember the both of you had to carry me, and I mean I can’t help it if I’m a little weak to alcohol sometimes, can I?’ he now shoots back with a chuckle, and gives me a teasing look after as he turns to look at me again.
‘Ah, no of course not Noah,’ Nick chuckles and I shake my head with a little laughter, my head now filled with an image of Noah having to be carried to the hotel room by Nick and Jolly, it was probably a funny moment.
‘How sad that I missed that moment,’ I now smirk at Noah, leaning towards him just a little, so our hips almost touch each other.
My words make him raise an eyebrow with a small, playful smile. ‘Oh, I’m sure we can arrange that this will happen another time,’ he chuckles, returning my smirk and mirroring my action by leaning just a little closer to me as well, our hips now inches apart. Interesting move, Sebastian.
‘Well, make sure that I won’t miss it this time then,’ I wink, as I then take a sip of my wine. ‘But please not tonight though… I do not really look forward to having to carry you with that other idiot,’ I say, pointing at Nick, who pretends to be offended by my words.
Noah laughs at my comment, shaking his head as he looks over at Nick. ‘You hear that, Nick? Hailey doesn’t want to carry me with you, or the both of us I think,’ he teases Nick with a chuckle, earning him a small punch against his shoulder and a laugh.
‘I think she would rather have you carry her home instead, mate,’ Nick jokes while jokingly slapping against his shoulder a few times before leaving with the other guys, making me shake my head with a little laugh. Noah does the same, his eyes now trailing back to me. He raises an eyebrow as his eyes meet mine again.
‘So, little mouse, you want me to carry you home instead, huh?’ he says, a smirk visible on his face again as he starts to lean even closer towards me, but this time from the front.
‘Maybe… too bad we still have that bet going on, though,’ I teasingly yet daringly smirk at him, putting both my hands behind my bag.
His eyes widen a little as I mention the best, and he lets out a sigh after-a frustrated and amused sigh-as if he forgot our bet for a moment. ‘Oh I know…’ he says, sounding just a little tired, while he trails one of his fingers over my shoulder in the air, then over my chest, and stops it as it’s just inches away from my skin. ‘Do you have an idea how much I have to keep myself back from touching you right now, mouse, hm?’
‘Is that you saying that I’m gonna win the bet?’ I say as the corners of my mouth curl even more upwards.
A low and frustrated groan leaves Noah’s mouth as he looks away, taking a sip of his drink, before looking back at me with narrowed eyes. ‘Don’t be so full of yourself, mouse. I’m going to win-I always win,’ he says in a low voice, before leaning closer again, his thumb now rubbing over my bottom lip… making me almost explode by amusement, but also sexual frustration.
‘Yet… here you are… Already losing,’ I say, smiling against his thumb.
He then freezes as he hears me, and his jaw drops slightly, making me bite my lip harshly to hold myself back from laughing madly. He slowly looks down at his thumb against my lip, then back at my face.
‘I… Oh for fucks sake, I…’ Noah tries to stumble out, before letting go of his glass that he quickly sets down on a small table next to us with his other hand, reaching for my waist with it instead. I squeal, giggling when he grabs me by the waist to push me frustratedly against his body.
‘Oh, how I love to see you frustrated like that,’ I smirk evilly, a playful twinkle in my eyes.
He groans again, his hands trailing onto my waist with a firm grip as he presses himself close against me. ‘You’re enjoying this quite a lot, aren’t you? Seeing me being so frustrated like this…’ he whispers in my ears, his breath ghosting over my skin.
‘I quite do actually, yeah,’ I smirk, looking him straight into his eyes as he leans back from my ear. His eyes lock with mine, and he lets out yet another groan as he shakes his head, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against mine.
‘God, it just makes me want to kiss you all over, mouse. It’s driving me insane…’ he whispers, as his hands now slide up and down my waist.
‘Not here in public, right?’ I teasingly dare him, and he huffs as his hands suddenly tighten the grip at my waist, his teeth gritting a little while he slightly shakes his head.
‘God… don’t tempt me. Not here, not now, or it will make me lose this bet I made-which starts over again now, by the way. I am not gonna lose again…’
‘Hmm, alright alright, calm down… I won’t tempt you,’ I say with a little mischievous smile, slowly taking a few steps away from him towards the dance floor in the middle of the room, which makes him drop his hands again. ‘Let’s see how good you are at keeping your words as I dance, okay?’
Noah takes a few deep breaths in through his nose, trying to calm himself down again as he watches me walking to the dance floor. ‘Oh, you’re a teasing little thing, aren’t you now…’
‘Maybe,’ I wink over my shoulder, and a tipsy giggle leaves my mouth when I enter the dance floor, beginning to move my hips and making my body feel loose as I dance along to the music in between the crowd.
My hands move over my body to my hair as I get lost in the music, my dress sliding up a little as I do so. I keep eye contact with Noah as I then confidently yet seductively dance.
Noah bites his lip as he sees my dress ride up just a little, and I see him mutter ‘Jesus Christ’ to himself as I look at his lips, a little goran leaving him as his eyes never once leave mine. I see him fight the urge to walk over to me at first, but he decides to do so as he says: ‘You really just can’t stay innocent, can you…’
‘Guess not,’ I say as I then teasingly stick my tongue out to him. A smirk returns to his face as soon as he sees me doing that, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes rake over my figure yet again.
‘You’re going to be the demise of me. You know that, don’t you?’ he says, almost growling slightly at the end.
‘Mhm,’ I giggle with a small nod, now dancing close to his body as I let my hips loose again. A low and frustrated groan leaves his mouth once more, and he can’t take his eyes away from my body, which is only moving closer and closer towards his body, almost inches apart. I love this, I love it so much to frustrate him and tease him so hard like this, seeing him struggle with the desire and need I am building up through him more and more.
And the moment I come close to him when I let my hips loose he can’t take his eyes away from my body, making him seem more and more frustrated by the second. His hands then immediately reach out to my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh as he lets out a deep grumble. When he pushes me against him, a small gasp leaves my mouth, grinning because I won-once again. His eyes flutter close as he feels my body against his, and his breaths grow deeper. But the smirk soon disappears from his face again though, as his eyes suddenly widen, now realizing as well that he just reached out to me again without even noticing he just did it. It makes me feel quite confident and powerful if I’m honest, and I playfully grind against him a little while I dance, and when I can feel his pants tighten because of that I smirk broadly.
‘Oh for f…’ he mutters, not finishing his sentence when he bites his lip out of frustration, looking like he wants to start walking away, but he then suddenly stops in his tracks when he feels me grinding against him. It makes him bite his lip once again, his grip on my hips tightening.
‘I love how I can wrap you around my finger just like that,’ I grin when I turn around to face him again, playfully giving his nose a boop. ‘It’s just so easy…’ I then say, resting my arms in his neck as a mischievous smile appears on my face yet again.
Noah groans again and rolls his eyes at my comment, but his breath hitches slightly as he feels my arms around his neck. He shakes his head again, a smirk appearing on his face.
‘You’re a menace. You know that, right?’ he then replies to me, before quickly removing my arms again and cursing under his breath when he realizes he’s just once again touching me without even noticing. Oh, how I love this.
‘Well, there I go-losing yet again,’ he mumbles, ‘and that in front of all these people as well…’
‘Fuck them,’ I shrug at his words. ‘I mean, they apparently kinda noticed already that something is going on between us-so I’ve heard-and everyone probably saw our picture together as well… So, just turn that little anxious brain of yours off, yeah?’ I smirk, feeling myself definitely getting tipsy now as I blurt out these words.
Noah’s nostrils flare as he seems to realize how drunk of confidence I am getting of my drinks, and it clearly gets too much for him as he gives his head a firm shake with a groan. His hands grip my hips again as I still stand in front of him with a teasing and knowing grin, having him say:
‘Fine. I can’t fight it anymore. Just… just go crazy, I guess.’
His eyes are almost turning dark with desire, making me slightly chuckle at him. ‘Good. I will, as long as you’ll join me,’ I grin.
Noah bites his lips for a second before a devilish smirk appears on his face as well, and a dark look appears in his eyes.
‘Oh doll… You know I will,’ he says in a low, growly voice, his eyes raking up and down my body. ‘Now come here.’
I am so turned on by his words and dark gaze alone, so it makes me jump into his arms without thinking about it, wrapping my legs around his body instinctively, making him carry us from the dance room to another, small dark room, with just some dim red lights and little furniture. We both don’t really seem to care about where we are, we just want to feel each other-as soon as he closes the door behind him, he takes no more time as he pushes me against the wall, his body pinned flushed against me between the wall and him. He places his hands on my waist and groans deeply as he buries his face into my neck, making a moan already escape from my lips as he begins to kiss my neck, closing my eyes out of pleasure right away.
The sounds of my moan is all he needs to hear, and he starts sucking on my skin, his hands running over my body while he pins himself even closer against me. ‘You don’t know how bad you got me craving to touch you like this with those dance moves of yours, little mouse,’ he whispers in between kisses all over my neck.
I roll my eyes back by hearing him speak those words to me and run my fingers through his hair, as I enjoy every single kiss on my sensitive skin. His own breaths grow deeper and deeper as he kisses and sucks all over my neck now, his hands sliding all over my body as he presses himself even more flush against me.
‘God, you’re driving me wild, doll, you know that?’ he groans lowly, his teeth grazing over my neck. His words alone drive me absolutely wild and hot, so I grab his face to hungirly kiss him.
He lets out an approving groan against my mouth as mine meets his, before kissing me back just as passionately as if he has been craving this all night. ‘Fuck,’ he then hisses against my mouth as his hands hold onto my hips fiercely now.
The combination of his cursing and his tongue circling around mine makes me moan deeply in response, and by the way he keeps pressing our bodies closer and closer together until there is no single space left, my dress keeps on sliding higher and higher.
Noah’s grip on my hips just keeps on tightening as he feels the fabric ride up as well. ‘God damn-it’s so hard to keep that promise just to keep my fucking hands off you right now…’
‘Fuck that promise, honest to God,’ I mumble with a hoarse voice, wanting and needing him to touch and kiss me everywhere at this point.
‘You don’t have to tell me twice… I can’t keep my hands off you even if I wanted to,’ Noah groans against my mouth, his hands now wandering up and down my body as he keeps me pinned between himself and the wall.
I can feel Noah’s hands moving to the part where my dress is raised, tucking on the waist of my underwear, making me smirk against his lips a little. ‘Oh, you want me that bad, do you now?’
His breath hitches as he feels the fabric of my panties, and he bites his lips for a second when they leave mine, his big, hard bulge pressing the inner part of my thigh as he looks into my eyes.
‘Is that even a question, doll?’ he smirks back. ‘You have been teasing me all damn night, and now we’re finally here alone together, all mine…’
The feeling of him getting hard as he is pressed against me makes me a hot wet mess, and before he can say anything else again I already take my panties off, craving him more by the second. His eyes grow wider as he watches me do so, letting out a shaky and needing breath, his eyes looking over my entire form. ‘God…’
His hands move more lower, feeling the outer part of my core, making me gasp and shiver, and I slowly moan as he begins rubbing it. My eyes squeeze shut, enjoying the pleasure so much. He lets out a groan as his fingers explore my center, watching my facial expressions as I let out my moans.
‘You really are such a vision,’ he whispers in a low, husky voice as his fingers start moving in slow, circular motions over me.
And for fucks sake, his hand and fingers are heavenly on and inside of me, so I begin to turn into a heavy panting mess. He smirks as he sees how good I am feeling, still taking in every expression I make, not being able to take his eyes off me.
‘God, that’s it,’ he encourages as my breathing becomes even heavier, his words shooting to my core right away. Noah then doesn’t hesitate as he unbelts his pants with his other hands as he keeps his eyes on his fingers inside of me. His pants slide down his knees and he smoothly pulls off his boxers after, unraveling his length being very excited to wanting to enter me himself, making me smirk widely and evilly.
‘You’re quite an excited boy yourself, hm?’ I say as I shoot him a playful wink.
‘You wouldn’t guess how excited you’ve been making me all night, baby,’ he replies, his voice hoarse and full of lust now. I whimper just by hearing those ungodly yet for me holy words alone, and when he finally enters inside of me in a fast movement full of desire, my mouth jaw drops open full of overwhelming pleasure hitting me right away.
His head suddenly drops to the crook of my neck as his breaths get deeper and faster, and he grips onto my waist again to hold himself steady. ‘Oh, God,’ he groans out loud.
As he moves fastly in and out of me, the sound of our skin connecting fills the room, and with every movement he makes I moan and pant faster and harder. Noah presses his forehead against mine now so he can look into my eyes, the pleasure growing more and more with every movement now.
‘Hailey,’ he grunts out my name, his hands holding even more onto my waist. Every time I think our sex can’t get even hotter than the last, Noah always seems to be able to surprise me by getting wilder and loser every time we get intimate again, and I swear that I am almost a leaking mess around his length inside of me.
‘Noah,’ I moan his name back out loud as he keeps thrusting inside of me. His own breathing becomes faster and faster just like mine, as if his own breathing can’t even keep up with his own movements. I’m drowning in our heath and pleasure, and he closes his eyes as he groans against my mouth.
As I open my eyes my gaze locks with his for a few seconds, his eyes dark with lust and a devilish smile spreading on his face before his eyes squeeze shut, making me feel like he is very close to the edge as well.
‘Not yet,’ I then hear him murmur towards himself, and he then suddenly in a quick movement lets me go, making my heels clack against the tile floor for a second before he spins me around to press my body against the wall. I just gasp out of surprise yet also excitement, as his length enters me from behind with a quick, fluid movement. He pulls a low growl from his throat as he grips my hips tightly again, and it’s like he is overflowing with lust for me right now-he thrusts into me again with a fast pace, making my jaw fall wide open as I can’t hold back my loud moans, making me fall his name over my lips a couple of times as well.
‘Yeah, that’s me,’ he whispers in my ear in a low voice, his breath quickening even more as he moves against me with an even faster pace than before. ‘You know how bad I have been wanting to do this to you all day, ever since I saw you in my dressing room again? Imagining all the things I could do to your body as I was still on stage?’ he groans out, and I grip around him tighter with his thrusts.
And God, I almost can’t handle the pleasure mixed with his hot words all at once, as I cry out my pleasure to him. ‘Fucking hell,’ I groan, trying to keep standing on both my feet as he keeps moving in and out of me.
He lets out a moan against my neck, his hands trailing from my hips to my thighs for a second. ‘You like it, don’t you, doll?’ he whispers with his lips against my neck, turning my head around towards his face so he can give me a sloppy and teasing kiss. ‘You want me so damn bad, don’t you?’
I moan out loud just by his words alone again, and heavily nod as I do. ‘So bad,’ I breathe out with a high pitched voice, ‘always so bad.’
Hearing me saying that seems to make him feel even more excited, as he grips into my hips even tighter, pressing me right against him.
‘You’re mine… all mine,’ he mutters to me with another hungry kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. And that then makes me hit my climax hard, making me squeeze my eyes shut, panting and moaning out the pleasure that hits me, as my arms turn around to grab his bicep, almost digging my nails deeply into his skin, my legs shaking in the moment.
His head drops inside the crook of my neck, his own breathing heavy and quick as he can feel me gripping around him so tightly, gripping onto me tighter as he feels my nails in his bicep. His hair is lightly brushing against my neck as he tries to just take deep breaths, while he groans deeply and loudly as he lets every moment of our pleasure hit him all at once.
‘God, babe,’ he mutters against my skin, not even having the breath for more words right now.
‘Come for me,’ I whisper to him as I still try to catch my own breath, my wet spot almost already drooling all over again by the sight of him getting overwhelmed with his own pleasure. He immediately moans at the words that I tell him, his head burying his face into the crook of my neck again as that alone sends him to the edge. He then slowly pulls out of me, making me turn around so we can share a few more sloppy and hungrily kisses, and after that we let each other go again so we can both catch our breath. A smug grin appears on Noah’s face as he notices that I am still out of breath as well.
‘Fucking hell,’ I breathe out, ‘I have to kick these out for a few minutes if you don’t mind,’ I say with a small chuckle as I kick my heels off-my legs are currently way too shake to be able to still stand on my heels right now.
Noah just shakes his head, not bothering to actually reply, and a chuckle escapes his lips as well as he takes a few more heavy, deep breaths and looks at me. ‘Not at all,’ he then lets out, smiling sweetly as his hands softly caresses one side of my face, making sure I have him to lean onto while I get used to having my feet firmly onto the ground-as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out a minute ago.
I stand next to Noah in silence, blinking a few times as I get in thought. I knew he did not ever lie with the confidence and smoothness he always carried around him, but damn-he can be very wild, seductive and hot as hell when it comes to sex. Not gonna lie, I have always liked it rough and dirty as well, but I have never met someone who reached and needed that same level as me, until I met Noah and got intimate with him. And I’m actually glad, because it always made me feel as if I had to be ashamed of the intense and seductive way I like to be intimate with someone.
I can feel him looking back at me, smiling as he sees my flushed face, his eyes then slipping to my lips, that probably look slightly chewed and messy after our passionate make-out session. He smiles even wider as his big arms wrap themselves around my waist loosely, and he places a sweet kiss against my forehead.
‘You good to stand?’ he asks, a small teasing tone to his voice, but still very sweet and genuine overall.
‘Yeah… I’m fine now,’ I chuckle, and I give him a deep, long kiss before I get on my heels again. ‘Show must go on,’ I huff when I look down at them, stroking my short dress neat again, and then looking at the small mirror hanging randomly hanging in the quite empty, all black room, so I can make sure my hair is somewhat decent looking enough for others to look at again.
‘Show must go on,’ he repeats my sentence, his hand reaching forwards to help fix my hair a bit, softly stroking through them. I enjoy his now soft, gentle hands stroking through my hair, almost closing my eyes as he does so.
‘Mhm,’ I just answer with a small smile, playing a bit nervously with my fingers. This intense, intimate moment got me thinking, worrying and wondering all over again about what it all means-or what it shouldn’t mean, in such a short moment of us trying to calm down our bodies again. It makes me feel anxious-and also afraid, I guess-in such a short second, that it feels like it tightens up my throat, all because of my feelings for him bubbling up again, getting stronger and stronger with every private moment we have.
‘You sure you alright?’ he asks with a slight teasing tone to his voice, but also with just a hint of concern, as he sees through me. ‘You seem a little nervous.’
‘Well…’ I begin with a sigh while I nervously tuck a few strands of still messy hair behind my ears, my feet now ticking on the floor. ‘I just have been wondering something tonight… well, actually for a couple of nights now I guess…’
Noah glances over at me, his eyebrows slowly raising up, as his expression changes to curiosity. ‘And what have you been wondering?’
My gaze then lowers towards the floor, my heart beginning to pound a little faster, as I am anxious for this conversation and the subject itself, and for all the answers I could possibly get-or not get.
‘I have been wondering how you have been feeling. About all of this…’
As I say the last words, I dare to look up at him again. ‘You and me, I mean. Us. Or if there’s no us. Or if there will be an us, or not, or if you like me or not, if you are even into dating at all,’ I continue to nervously ramble at him.
His expression turns a little softer as he understands what I want to talk about, and he then gives me a sweet smile, before he slowly approaches me again.
‘Hey,’ he says, now just softly tilting my head up by my chin, looking into my eyes. ‘I like you. A lot,’ he answers me with confidence, smiling softly as he looks at me.
I can’t help but smile back right away as I hear those words, whilst feeling shy and flustered, my heart beating as if I just ran the marathon. ‘You do…? Really?’
He smiles as his thumb softly strokes over my cheek while he keeps his hand at my chin, holding my face so I can look straight at him. ‘Do you really think I would just kiss you, tease you and touch you like this every time, if I don’t like you?’ he asks as he smirks, teasing me on purpose. Of course.
I let out a chuckle, but bite my lip anxiously after. ‘Yeah… It’s just… I wondered if you also feel more than just being attracted to me, I mean.’
‘I am attracted to you,’ he says as he still smirks, his eyes lighting up a little bit as he can’t seem to help but flirt a little with me again to make the mood a little bit lighter, my anxiety clearly being strongly present. ‘But I know what you mean. Well… I don’t do just stuff like this with everyone or anyone, trust me on that,’ he smiles.
‘And I know what it looks like,’ he then adds after I just give him silence as a response. ‘And yeah, I guess in a way it could make me look like someone who just doesn’t care about commitment that much, right?’
I shrug at that, but my stupid anxious mind still does not have the right answer it is looking for. He again smiles, seeing how nervously I am still about getting the answer I need. His hand moves from my cheek to to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him.
‘What I am trying to say, and ask you Hailey…’ he starts, looking down at me with all the confidence he has. ‘If you would like to get together… Exclusively.’
As my heart beats madly by hearing those words from him, a big and happy smile grows on my face. Yet, I still can’t help but tease him: ‘Still not taking me on an official date first?’ I smirk, but before he can even answer my joke I already wrap my arms tightly around him, while I muffle in his shirt: ‘You know I’d want nothing else but be with you.’
He lets out a breath of relief when he feels my arms wrap around him, squeezing me a little together. ‘Me too. Nothing else but you,’ he whispers against my hair, placing a kiss against it as my head rests against his chest. ‘You're mine.’
It feels like my heart explodes by hearing his words, warmth spreading across my chest as I smile even wider. His head ducks down, tilting mine upwards as he places another soft yet passionate kiss against my lips, his hands now softly stroking my waist and back just as lovingly.
‘I very much love to be yours,’ I smile back against his lips after he presses kiss after kiss on me.
‘All mine,’ he mumbles against my lips, his own brushing against mine again after he said that, just teasing me with the touch more than properly kissing me right now.
‘Yours,’ I say back with a small chuckle, and then slowly get myself out of his grip. I begin to jawn, slightly blushing after out of embarrassment. ‘Sorry. The concert, party, the drinks and…’ I smirk a little as I take a small pause, ‘our activity, has very much exhausted me.’
He smirks as I yawn, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. ‘Well, we do need to get up early tomorrow,’ he says with a sigh, and lets out a small chuckle after that. ‘Maybe it is smarter to go home and get some proper rest, right?’
‘Yeah, guess so,’ I lazily smile back. ‘Also,’ I then start, as I pat him on the chest in a playful manner, ‘you have completely gotten our tour schedule rotten in your head, haven’t you?’ I joke with a small grin.
‘Tonight was the last show. We have a break for like a week now. Which means…’ I stop for a second, to excitedly throw my hands in the air as I chant: ‘Sleeping in!’
Noah softly laughs at my playful tone, shaking his head. ‘Awww, man,’ he groans right away, a sarcastic grin on his face as he jokingly frowns about it. ‘That’s a damn shame-because I was looking forward to spending another day with you,’ he smirks, his hands wrapping around my waist loosely, pulling me closer to him.
‘I mean, that can be arranged,’ I smirk back at him. ‘We can spend tomorrow together, y’know, if you’d like.’
He smiles at my suggestion. ‘Yeah… I would love that,’ he smirks, his hands now softly slipping under the back neckline of my dress, touching the skin there gently. ‘You wouldn’t mind spending another day with me whilst you’re free?’ he jokes teasingly, acting if he is insecure about the thought of that.
‘As long as you make my back survive that, I sure wouldn’t mind, I teasingly wink at him, but it’s also kinda true-my back is starting to kinda tell me that me and Noah have been… a little wild.
‘Oh…’ he teases me as a mischievous grin grows on his face. ‘Did I really do that much of a number on you, that you are now not sure if your back will survive?’ he smirks as his voice is low and still teasing, his hands softly moving up and down my back, touching the skin there just softly enough to tease me with it. ‘Or is that your way of telling me that you want me to massage you?’
‘Maybe both, maybe one of those answers… Who knows,’ I smirk as I shrug my shoulders. He smirks again at my tone and attitude, as his hands continue to move softly over my back, his fingertips sliding over my bare skin gently.
‘How about this…’ he starts, his voice lowering as he now moves his lips to my neck. ‘I’ll massage your back, and maybe take care of some other parts of your body as well…’ he then smiles against my neck.
I grin back, giggling a little as a warm and excited pang shoots through my stomach by hearing his proposal. ‘Deal,’ I say, kissing his cheek after. He then lets his lips press against my lips for another soft, passionate kiss.
‘Well, then…’ he chuckles a little, and with that he just picks me up from the ground in a smooth movement, making me squeal a little and laugh, and I wrap my arms around his neck. ‘Let’s head home right now…’
‘Your place or mine?’ I smirk, knowing that both our houses aren’t very far from the venue we are right now, as we all planned that with the band and crew together since this is the last show for a week.
‘I think mine is still a little closer than yours,’ he mischievously smirks. ‘And, I have proper massaging oil at home anyways, so…’
I giggle again as I nod. ‘Alright, alright. deal. ‘Do we need a cab?’
As he continues holding me in his arms while I talk to him, he chuckles as he shakes his head at my words. ‘Oh, no no no… We are walking this-it’s not that far,’ he playfully and confidently grins at me, glancing down at me again as he sees the playful twinkle appear in my eyes as well, making him smirk at me again.
I teasingly roll my eyes at him. ‘Fine. I would love to see you carrying me the entire way towards your home anyway, because you of course will still be doing that right?’ I grin at him.
‘Of course,’ he smirks as we leave the small room and walk towards the exit, laughing a little in between as everyone at the party looks at us with both confusion and a little laughter as well. ‘I mean… I am already carrying you-I guess I should continue doing that, right?’ he winks at me.
He continues walking through the crowd with me tightly and safely in his arms, and when I look at Noah’s face now and then, my heart grows warm when I see him looking proud and happy, and like he is having a good time. I truly love seeing him like this-the twinkle in his eyes, the big grin on his face, and his excited and happy body language. Nick and Jolly slap him on the back when they see him, big grins and laughter on their faces as Noah informs them that we are headed towards their home. Nicholas looks at me with a sweet, yet proud and deserving smile, raising his glass at me. I nod back at him with a thankful smile, as I am still thankful for the advice he gave to me for me and Noah’s situation, and how he is overall always there for me if I need someone to talk to.
I can’t help but giggle the whole time as we now are outside, Noah walking casually in the direction of his apartment with me still in his arms. Not gonna lie, it’s attractive that he is able to do this all. I nuzzle my head into his neck as a shiver runs over my back, the cold air from outside hitting the exposed bits of my skin. It makes him let out a small, playful groan, holding me a bit closer to him.
‘Well, it is goddamn freezing, that’s for sure,’ I say.
‘I guess that means we will have to warm up the moment we get home together, right?’ he smirks with a teasing tone in his voice, kissing me against my hair, a smirk still on his lips as he does.
‘Hmm, I guess so,’ I laugh back.
We then walk further in a comfortable silence, making comments about our surroundings now and then and laughing at some drunk people stumbling past us this late at night, or just some other funny things we see-to be fair, alcohol in your system makes everything quite funny. Soon, the two of us arrive at the band's apartment, and he turns to look down at me with a mischievous smirk on his face once again.
‘Well, here we are.’
He slowly lowers me down, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hands already slipping under the fabric of my dress the second my feet fit the ground.
‘Slow down boy,’ I smirk at him as I shake my head, and then look at his door. ‘Might unlock the door first? Or did you plan to stand here in the cold with me the rest of the night?’ I tease him as I giggle after. Noah lets out a small chuckle at my words. ‘You’re right,’ he says with a small smile, and he pulls his keys out, unlocking the door and opening it for me to let me walk in first. He follows me immediately afterwards, and as he does, he softly wraps his arms around my waist from behind the dark hallway, only being lit a little by the warm yellow light of the street lanterns outside. The hallway has a familiar scent to me-it’s a mix of cigarettes, a little bit of fabric of clothes and furniture, and scents from basically all the band members and their perfumes and deodorant.
He softly kisses my neck as he stands behind me, his hand sliding to the front of my stomach, his fingers starting to gently circle there a bit. I smile as he does so, and before he gives me one last kiss on my neck, he asks as I hear the grin in his voice: ‘Wanna move upstairs?’
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the king of hawkins high
hawkins, indiana. 1960-somethin'. al munson reckons with the reality of his brother being shipped off to vietnam, and carries on a years-long tradition of swapping a ring with his best friend, ray doevski. which could mean nothing.
cw: swearing, mention of criminal activities, era-typical misogyny and implied homophobia, guys is it gay to wipe motor oil from your homie's face when they've possibly just set a heinous crime in motion, murder but kind of not really. i didnt proofread this i am really just running on the fumes of vibes atp
wc: 6.1k. what goes on.
tagging @slowdancer, without whose continued interest in the old man yaoi aspect of hellfire & ice, this would not be possible. i appreciate you more than you know
part of the hellfire & ice universe
He comes to with his head against the tile.
Comes to as in wakes up or comes into jettisoned back to sobriety by the force of his own piss stream, he’s not sure, but he is here and he’s awake.
With his dick in his hand.
Al’s mouth feels like a fucking shag carpet. Every bud on his tongue has grown its own ecosystem after the amount of beer and whiskey and tobacco and ketchup and mustard and sugar and salt and smoke and someone else’s spit he’s let populate there.
It’s been a long… however long it’s been, cooped up in this clubhouse on the outskirts of town.
Undesirable types like to hole up here and pretend it’s a bar, but it functions more as a halfway hovel. Some genius calls it the Hideout.
Al just about keeps himself steady as he shakes the last drop out (more’n three and you’re playin’ with yourself), zipping his pants back up with a hop that he instantly regrets. A knife slices right through his temporal lobe.
The tubular bells have begun to ring and remorse starts to churn in his stomach.
Time’s up, party’s over, away we go home.
Staggering back out into the front bar, Al catches a fond sight–a shapely, tanned rump lying bare across the pool table. Given that he’s missing a shirt, he figures he must have been splayed underneath that body before nature had called.
God given miracle he’d made it to the bathroom in whatever state he was in.
One of Al’s hands reaches out and caresses a perky, round cheek, giving it a squeeze. A grumble from the mouth it belongs to, buried under a mass of blonde curls.
“Kar-ennn,” he sing-songs, voice sputtering like a fuckin’ chainsaw, “It’s after ten.”
“Mmnff.”
“On a Sunday.” He bends, bringing his mouth to the peachy mound. Teeth sink in. “You’re gonna be late for–”
“--church!” yelps the blonde, darting up and rolling over in this mad scramble to get her frilly old halter dress back on her body. “Shit! Shit-shit-shit!”
“Oh, slow down,” Al says, his brain moving a little slurrier than he’d anticipated–which is to say, he’s still polluted. He cages his arms around Karen where she’s sitting, leaning his perspiring forehead into her chest which stills her in an instant. “God ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
“Yes, but my mother is,” she grabs him by the ears, yanking him to her eyeline–woof, way too much movement, “gonna kill me.”
“Proposal,” Al mumbles, leaning for her mouth but landing on her neck, “I tell your mama that we’re gettin’ married. Tell her the next time you enter the house of God it’s ‘cause you’re gonna make an honest woman outta me.”
“Al,” Karen sighs, shoving him off and dismounting the pool table. This bouncy blonde, this head cheerleader apple pie type… Al had her nailed the moment he walked into her homeroom that first day at Hawkins High. Stacked to the ceiling, her gorgeous baby blues stuck on him like a fly trap.
He hadn’t expected to stumble across a babe like her in this glorified cornfield of a town.
“You’re very cute, and you’re a lotta fun. I mean, we have,” she shuffles in her little skirt; so cute, scandalized by herself by the light of day, “a lot of fun, but no matter how many times you ask, there’s no way I’m marrying you just so you can avoid shipping out.”
He adopts a slump. “But what if I said I loved ya?”
“You’d be lying!” Karen cries, a phosphate giggle. She manages to find that letterman jacket she came in here wearing and slides it over her shoulders. Lobs a guilty look over her shoulder at Al.
Like he’s supposed to share in some reverent moment of shame, like he should feel bad that he’s giving her what that Wheeler meathead can’t.
Guy’s graduated and still insists that she wears his letterman jacket. It’s sad.
“Look, are you coming to that Gomes chick’s party, at least?”
“Gomes? Gloriana Gomes?” Karen’s gone all incredulous on him. “Al, I’m going to have to try and sneak past my mother after being out here all night–you really think I’m going to risk my neck going to some greaser cookout?”
“Tell them you’re goin’ to Bible study. Repenting and all that.”
Her mussed curls shudder as she shakes her head, heading for the door with her tennis shoes in her hand. “See you at school. Last week of senior year!”
—
To Al’s shock and delight, someone’s been paying the phone bill at the Hideout–he wonders what kind of bootlegging operation necessitates a phone line, but he’s thankful for it all the same. Lets him punch in one of the only numbers he knows in this shitheel town and bark, “Bring the Caddy ‘round, Jeeves!”
Forty minutes, his found shirt and a flat beer later, a battered, rusted truck kicks up dust outside of the Hideout.
“Thought you were dead,” a clipped voice echoes out the driver’s side.
Al takes his time ambling over. He reaches through the driver’s window and chucks Ray Doevksi’s chin with his ringed hand.
“Wished I was, more like.”
The greased slick of Ray’s pompadour catches an offensive amount of light, and Al’s got to shield his eyes. He throws himself into the passenger side and lets Ray size him up with customary disapproval.
“Christ, you smell like Corn Nuts and pussy.”
“Take a big whiff, Doevski!” Al rifles through the glove compartment before Ray shoves a soft pack of cigarettes at him. “Might be the last one you get for a while, seeing as you’re liable to strike out tonight.”
“And what makes you say that?”
“Because you’re sniffin’ after a girl whose big brothers are known Hawkins heavies,” Al scoffs back a mouthful of smoke, more to curb the ever-present craving than anything else. “You don’t got the stones to see a thing like that through.”
He catches Ray’s sidelong glance at him, the line of his hardened jaw with the shiny fucking hair on top. A dollop of oily black, showing up starkly against his pristine white t-shirt. Ray is crisp and calculated-looking, without the starched strangulation of looking like some prep. Ray looks like they peeled Jimmy Dean off the blacktop and reinflated him, gave him a Presley dye-job.
Brought him back wrong.
See, Ray Doevski, Al’s best friend, he looks like the sensitive type but he’s all mean streak.
Al, ever the other boy’s foil, looks like exactly what he is. A hick with a perpetual hard-on and a mouth too smart for his brain to catch up with. Luckily, Al sucked up all the charm in his gene pool; Hawkins has been a cakewalk ever since his folks moved him and his sullen older brother down here from the good ol’ hills of Appalachia.
In fact, Ray was the first person to step to him about that. Make some crack about they got running water up there yet? Or y’all still bathin’ in pig spittle?
‘We haven’t quite gotten to experience the spoils of modern plumbing, but your mama was kind enough to let me wash off after I balled her into oblivion.’
Up went the scuffle, and they were immediate friends after the fisticuffs were thrown.
Since then, Ray’s led Al into the underbelly. The doper contingent that Ray’s foster family has connections to, the bikers trafficking shit through places like the Hideout. The only exciting thing about a town like Hawkins is how many secrets it can hold, and there’s not a whole lot, but enough to keep them entertained for now.
Ray has designs on fleeing to business school after they graduate.
The only designs Al has on are his boxer briefs.
Speaking of, he scratches his crotch.
“Don’t get crabs on my passenger seat,” Ray monotonously scolds him.
“This passenger seat’s a ward of the state,” Al grumbles. Translation: he knows this truck is stolen.
“Am I driving you home, then? Is your tail sufficiently tucked between your legs yet?”
Al hates when Ray acts like he’s his own personal O. Henry story, reading him down to the last punctuation.
See, his last three lost days on the tear with Hawkins�� grimiest and all their passers-through had been the result of some family problems. Well, not problems. Consequences. Of living as a part of the greatest country in the world.
Al’s brother Wayne had been drafted. Ticket up, number called. Death certificate as good as signed.
You’re next, boy, Al’s father had said, If they can find any goddamn use for ya.
“I’m conscientiously objecting to the whole thing.”
“Shit. Didn’t know you had one of those.”
“Just trying it on for size. I can still return it for store credit.”
The rubber on Ray’s tyres squeal onto Philadelphia, stopping dead outside of the Munson household. Clapboard. Best they could do on short notice–needs a lick of paint that no one got around to sticking their tongue out for. But it’s home.
It always will be. Al understands that might be why his heart feels like it’s sinking.
He feels Ray watching him as he stares out the passenger side. A dry swallow.
He doesn’t want to go back in there. He toys with the idea of telling Ray to hit it again, to keep driving til the wheels come off this thing, so he can stay unmoored and un-privy to the disappointment dripping down the walls of that house. Those stains don’t lift.
They never will.
“Pick me up at eight, sugar?” Al snaps back into character, simpering with Donna Reed sweetness at Ray. He rolls his eyes under long-lashed lids.
“If you survive ‘til then.”
A heave to the rustbucket of a door and Al’s hopping out of the truck.
“Al,” Ray calls, gunning the engine back to life. “If I make it with Gloriana Gomes tonight…”
“Mighty girthy if.”
“... that calls for a changing of hands.” Ray gestures to the rock on Al’s finger. The Hawkins High class ring, the big brass bastard with its imitation emerald. Green and gold, the colors of their proud and mighty cowpat of a school. It had been Ray’s originally, seeing as how Al had all but dropped out at this point. But there were few things Ray had that Al didn’t want, and vice versa.
Balls. Charisma. Something big and ugly and shiny.
Something to be proud of.
So one day Al goes, ‘Bet your ring I can’t aim this stink bomb clear through O’Donnell’s classroom window,’ continuing his habit of torturing the newest faculty member. Ray’d said sure, because Al’s aim was reliably shitty– except for that day. Bullseye. Screaming.
Ray had reluctantly handed over the ring.
Then, at the derelict drive-in where they’d watched On the Waterfront together, Ray’d said, ‘Bet your ring I can’t shake down the candy shack for whatever’s in the register.’
A made-up kid-choking emergency and fifty-odd dollars later, Al was handing the ring back.
It went on like that, the bets increasing in risk and moral soundness. The ring bearer was dubbed the King of Hawkins High, a stab at the squares that actually gave a shit. Al lived for it. Not because Ray was easy to best, he wasn’t. One really had to get creative, or not be afraid to be hauled in by the heat. Ray was a worthy adversary.
Made Al feel like he could accomplish things.
“That’s a little tame, don’t you think?” Al says. The stakes had crawled up a little higher than balling some chick, no matter how white hot her family supposedly was. Unless, this is Ray really trying to prove something.
The Gomes brothers were the number one name in town for racketeering, gun thuggery, speed distribution… you name it, they had dominion over it.
If he won over their princess Gloriana, eased into their good books… that’s the making of a man. Al knows that.
Ray knows Al knows that, leveling him with a steel-edged stare over his sunglasses.
“See you at eight, sugar.”
—
The Munson household is dark and quiet, thank Christ, allowing Al to slink into the bedroom he shares with his elder brother and catch some well-earned hungover shuteye.
Sleep sinks him quick, his exhausted, wrung out form hitting the mattress without so much as kicking his boots off. His dreams are vivid and vague, parched and sweaty, indecisive and arresting as they always are after a sleepless bender. In the one he can recall the best, he sits behind a cartoonishly large wheel of a cartoonishly small van. He’s driving around labyrinthian turns, around a trailer park that he vaguely recognises from the outskirts of town.
Gravel crunches underneath, sounding like bones cracking. Grinding teeth.
He wants to get out, but he can’t find the lot that he’s looking for. Someone’s yelling at him from outside the vehicle; and he can’t exactly turn his head to see, but he’s vaguely aware of a baby girl lying in the passenger seat beside him. She’s crying and he’s hushing, promising that they’re almost there.
It’ll all be okay, honey bear! Al’s gonna fix it.
The window of the van is slung low, and hailstones begin to rain in on him and the baby, pelting him in the forehead–
Takes him a minute or two to come to. Wayne stands, a shadowy figure in the doorway with a handful of peanut shells.
“Dinner,” the elder Munson grumbles.
“I’m comin’! Jesus!” Al whines.
“No, this is your dinner,” Wayne keeps tossing the shells. “You wanna run off and join the circus, you better get used to circus food.”
“I’d sooner crawl inside of a lion’s asshole than bend over and take it up the chute for Uncle Sam, I’ll tell you that,” kid brother grumbles into his flat, yellowing pillow.
“Real nice, Allen.”
“You know what,” Al, annoyed now, rustles up in bed, furiously blinking his bleary eyes at Wayne, “When did you go and get so fuckin’ patriotic anyway? Far as I know, your greatest contribution to society was teaching me how to boost a car on my sixteenth birthday.”
Wayne scoffs, tossing the last of the shells onto the floor. “Yeah, and a fat lotta good it did. Still got that… Doohickey pansy chauffeurin’ you around, huh?”
“Christ, you really fell out the sad bastard tree and hit every branch on the way down, huh? Just ‘cause you ain’t got no friends, man–”
“Allen.”
“--doesn’t mean you need to go buzz your head and get a rifle about it, I mean, my god–”
“Al.”
“I think it’s really pathetic, y’know, real pathetic that you’re gonna go play stooge for a system that wouldn’t piss on folks like you or me or Ma or Pa if we was on fire–”
As if Al really gave a damn about the system.
“Al, you’re gonna have to grow up pretty soon. You know that, don’t you?”
That plugs him up fast. Al’s vision has unbleary’ed itself. A cold jolt arcs through him, one he tries to scoff away. Wayne always does this, drags out the stoic shit because he knows it’s a surefire conversation ender. He’s so solid that way, this living full stop Al has to call a brother. His way or the highway. His way or the chopper.
Wayne was always telling Al no, always telling Al do this and do that and take the fall, they won’t care, you’re the youngest, they’ll go easy on you and watched as their father snatched a knot into Al’s head that a navy man couldn’t untie.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Wayne leans a little heavier on the doorframe. Al can see paint chips loosening where his shoulder presses.
“Means I gotta go and do this because Ma and Pa won’t be able to survive if I don’t. Not if they got you leechin’ off ‘em still. Which, signs point to,” Wayne gestures to their shared bedroom. A harsh split down the middle; Al’s side is a ragged explosion of dirty socks, underwear, records, comics, cigarette butts. Wayne’s side is so orderly, Al bets he could bounce a quarter off the bed.
Like he’d been waiting to ship out his whole life.
“I’m warnin’ you, boy,” Wayne’s tone darkens. Al wishes it didn’t make him flinch on instinct, but it does. “You better clean up your act. Get some kinda life together. Otherwise, you’re gonna end up in prison before your ticket’s even drawn.”
He lets it simmer for a minute, drawing out the silence that he’d usually feel like he has to fill. It’s so muggy, it has been muggy, this quiet between them since Wayne decided he was the kind of person that wanted to do the right thing. Do what he’s told, more like.
Another knot of a different kind tightens in Al’s sternum. Fear. He doesn’t look at Wayne because to look at him, he would know. Wayne would see it in Al’s face, and Al would see it in Wayne’s. They’re terrified, the both of them.
Munsons are no heroes. They don’t pull out of things like this.
Even if Wayne uses all the right moves, likelihood is he catches a stray bullet or blowback from a bomb and goes down. Stupid for him to think anything else would happen.
Every time Al looks at him, he knows it might be one of the last.
Then again, what else has Wayne got? He wasn’t happy about being dragged by the ear from Appalachia to Indiana. He couldn’t shake the stubbornness to make friends in town. Left school before he even broke tenth grade. He couldn’t hold down a job for nothin’-- Hawkins decided they didn’t like the smell of hick shit that the Munsons were dragging through the place. Their father was barely hanging onto the gig he’d moved them here for, drinking what little he did make. Their mother was catatonic most of the time, drinking twice as much as their father did.
Wayne is floundering, if not practically dead in Lover’s Lake already.
Might as well die someplace tropical.
But where does that leave Al? Al, the spitfire kid who needs Wayne to anchor him so he doesn’t spin completely out of control. He gets this notion of speed, thinks he’s capable of beating God at his own game–not in small part spurned on by Ray Doevski. Gasoline, matches. He needs Wayne, needs his big brother to remind him that the ground below him is hard, not soft. What goes up must come down, and all that shit.
So, how dare he.
How dare he choose Vietnam over Al.
“Well, brother mine,” Al says in a tone smooth as silk, rolling onto his back and stretching his wiry arms up like a languid cat. Smug beats stoic. “Just so happens that army green ain’t really my color. I’ll take my chances.”
—
Hastily scrubbed and half a shoulder of stolen bourbon deep, Al kicks rocks in his shoddy driveway. If he had a watch that wasn’t broken, he sure would check it, then drunkenly shake his fist at the sky and curse Ray Doevski’s tardiness.
Just as that thought occurs, of course, Ray hits his mark. Skids up to the facade on Philadelphia with a little more urgency than usual.
“Don’t burn that rubber too fast, now,” Al says, almost missing the step as he climbs in, “You know how tyres are a bitch to lift.”
“Ain’t you gonna offer me a drink?” Ray’s voice is a little reedier than usual–that usually means he has something on his mind. Something cooking.
Through the encroaching fog of his inebriation, Al gives him a little once over. He’s got a smudge of motor oil on his cheek.
Al wipes it away with a clumsy hand and feels Ray stiffen. His dark, delighted eyeballs seem to jitter in his skull before he jerks his head away from Al’s hand.
A moment throbs, and Al pushes the booze towards him. He doesn’t totally understand and it shows as much on his face.
“S’goin’ on with you?”
He watches as Ray mechanically reminds himself to relax, chill out, they’re headed for a party. Like the gears are clicking behind his face, evening out his expression.
“Lemme ask you something,” and that vibrancy is back in Ray’s voice, “Your folks still on your ass about gettin’ a job?”
“Like flies on shit.”
“What if I told you I had an opportunity that would make them very happy?”
“Happier than they are with my brother, the Colonel?”
“Way,” Ray’s teeth gleam in the late Autumn sunset, the bodacious orange twisting the planes of his face into a handsome Jack o’ Lantern. “Real cash. And fast.”
Al slugs a little whisky and slouches further down in his seat. “Can’t be any dumber than the bullshit I’ve already heard. Hit me.”
“You’re gonna fuckin’ flip,” Ray shakes his head, “The Gomes brothers wanna cut us in on a deal. They, uh, they’ve gotten familiar with us. Told you it was worth showin’ your face at the Hideout every once in a while.”
Every once in a while, sure… Ray and Al skulking the parking lot, chainsmoking and playing marbles like a couple of errant kids in order to get familiar with the local heavies. Prove they were trustworthy. That they’d see shit, but they wouldn’t say shit.
Flies on shit.
Al jerks forward as Ray steps on the gas.
“A deal, huh?” Al finally manages.
“Distribution,” the gentlemen’s term for slinging dope. Speed, hash, benzos. Whatever. “This is a real business, Munson. With real payout. We make the right connections, there’s no tellin’ what we can do with it.”
Ray’s just about frothing at the mouth; Al’s never seen him so jazzed about something before. Similar to Wayne with that cool as ice, hard rock front. It’s unnerving to see it crack. Al’s stomach winches.
Prison before your ticket’s even drawn.
Then again, what else has Al Munson got going for him?
Ray’s shark eyes reflect a bolt of lightning that doesn’t appear in the sky.
Al’s groan sounds like thunder. “Fuck it. Sure.”
“Thatta boy! We gotta be at the pickup spot at midnight sharp, Cinderella.” Ray’s hands drum against the wheel, and Al could swear that he sees his bare ring finger twitching. “And–listen, Al. Don’t go spreadin’ this around at the party, alright? Especially to the boys. Mixin’ business and pleasure… just puts a bad taste in people’s mouths, y’know.”
“I’ll behave.”
—
Easier said than done.
Al wobbles through Gloriana Gomes’ backyard with the grace of a newborn gazelle, but at the very least he can make almost falling into the band’s drumset look cute. Lantern lights above him triple, quadruple, and he’s wondering just what the hell the bruiser bitch put in this punch.
“Munson.”
“Ah! The lady of the hour,” Al manages almost coherently. “Lemme get look at you.”
He squints through one eye to take in Gloriana’s shapely figure, packed tight into a halterneck catsuit that would make any man shed a tear and cry glory to God. She’s stunning, this chick, with her blunt black bangs and her lacquered cherry lips and her spike heels–but by god, is she lethal.
Al needs exactly this amount of Dutch courage to even fathom speaking a full sentence to her.
He heard she keeps a switchblade in her bra, which is how she’s won so many pageants. Pure intimidation.
He wants her to shave him bald all over with that very same switchblade.
Lurching forward, his lips brush her bouffant and almost swallow her earring. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“It’s not my birthday,” Goddamn, he can feel her nails dig into his bicep. Whisky dick is being rendered a myth with every passing second. “It’s just a party.”
“Thassa damn shame, ‘cause here I am with this biiig ole gift for you,” Al’s choking on the chemical tinge of her drugstore perfume and the copious amounts of hairspray she wears. This, the girl with always has a lit cigarette perched in her fingers… walking fire hazard. White hot.
Al’s hand slides over Gloriana’s hip, only distantly aware that he’s likely in Ray’s direct line of vision–that man rarely takes his eyes off the baddest Betty Hawkins has to offer.
“You wanna see it? S’in my pocket…”
Those Dutchmen are really onto something.
Her nails dig again and Al wonders, with a throb to the crotch, if she’s drawing blood yet.
“I’m gonna do you a favor, creep,” Gloriana hisses into Al’s ear, “I’m not going to slap the shit out of you in front of my brothers and their friends, because I don’t feel like helping anybody chop up your lousy little body tonight. I just did my nails fresh.”
“I can feel that.”
Gloriana lightly but politely shoves him off. Her face curls up into this charm-offensive, butter-wouldn’t-melt smile, which is completely at odds with her tough girl appearance. Still, it’s like a cherry nipple on a milkshake tit. Just perfect.
“You and that foster home freak are made for each other,” she says to Al, and he sees two pairs of ruby red lips instead of one. She makes it sound like she’s being friendly. Foster home freak—that’d be Ray’s calling card. Hawkins loves to remind Ray and Al that they don’t really belong here.
And then she’s gone, and Al feels a hand physically propping him upright. It’s dinky, bony and feminine so it can only belong to one person–
“Joycey!” he bellows into the young Maldonado birdy’s face. Now, Joyce is a gal that Al has always had a minute for and vice versa. She was always good for a smoke and a jaw about nothin’, as was he, but he didn’t love having to share his stash of finely toasted tobacco with that lug Jim Hopper she’s so goddamned fond of.
Joyce flinches at the greeting, wiping a little of Al’s spittle off her cheek. “Jesus H., Munson, wake the neighbors muchly?”
“Oh, between me and Dick fuckin’ Dale over here,” he gestures in the vague direction of the garage band that belongs to one Gomes or another, he’s sure, “they’ll be up all night. What’s shakin’?”
Joyce digs around her grubby jeans for her smokes, doing Al the honor of both putting it in his waiting maw and lighting it. She shrugs in that tight-shouldered way that she has, always wound up about something or other. She’s so twiggy, this girl–probably why Al’s never tried to put a move on her. He’s scared she’ll have a nervous breakdown or something.
“Just wanted to see how you were.”
That’s the other thing. Bleeding heart Maldonado, always checking in on her good pal Al. Ever since he’d broke the news that Wayne was Viet-bound, she kept looking at him sidelong, all sadlike.
“Me? Spiffy, sweetheart. Just darling, if you must know,” Al says, volume and theatricality increasing. “Any day now, I’ll have a full bedroom to myself. Ain’t that exciting?”
Joyce snorts, a puff of smoke coming out of each nostril like she’s the world’s most anxious dragon. “Gonna invite Karen over for a sleepover?”
“Ixnay on the aren-kay, Joy-say! My god, we can’t have the whole of Cherry Lane know I’m balling a cheerleader,” hands cup around Al’s mouth, cigarette still dangling from it, “It’d be just about my ruination!”
Joyce giggles all big and unbridled, which Al likes because he likes when she loosens up, but it’s swiftly cut off as Al finds himself stumbling into the nearest deck chair–which is to say, into the lap of the person sitting on it. This lucky customer happens to be one Leonard Gomes, affectionately nicknamed Lurch. Guy’s built like a brick shit cathedral, not just a house, with a selection of fascinating prison tattoos covering his neck. Al can’t make ‘em out, even up close.
“Myyy sincerest apologies, big boy!” Al slurs, but doesn’t get up right away. Lurch’s little black eyes are blackening and blackening. “But hey, I’ll catch you later. For our big date, right? Right? Can ya gimme any clues for what we’re movin’, can–”
Oof, hauled up by the front of his ribbed tank! Only Ray Doevski in full crisis management mode could manage such a feat.
Just kidding. Joyce could probably do it if she put her mind to it. Al’s about a hundred pounds soaking wet.
“Hey, this is my favorite shirt, man! Don’t stretch ‘er out!”
A seething Ray hauls him all the way to the front of the house and about heaves him into the truck. Al complies pretty limply, not hating the feeling of being puppeteered around. His limbs were getting heavy.
“Daddy’s givin’ me a time out,” Al pouts. And promptly leans out the passenger door and pukes. It’s all bile, three or four days of full bender bile. He’s barely eaten. It scores his nostrils and steams up on the pavement.
Ray stands just out of the splash zone with his arms folded, waiting for Al to let up.
When all the blood has been sufficiently drained out of his face, he does. Slumps against the seat.
Ray doesn’t exactly look at him with anger. Or annoyance, even. There’s a pillowy nature to the way he stares him down, before he walks over to the Gomes’ garden hose and turns it on, stretching it so it’ll reach Al.
He laps at the water gratefully. A hound.
Ray digs a vial from his pocket, the kind that comes complete with its own little spoon. Something he’d lifted from some foster kid he’d lived with, he had told Al before. This little number is a sight for sore eyes.
“The smelling salts. You shouldn’t have.”
Al huffs a bump up each nostril and shoves the heels of his hands into his eyeballs.
Whammo. Slowly coming back to reality.
“Sorry.”
“S’alright.” Ray’s head swivels around, evidently spotting the Gomes brothers heading to their hot rod. His voice comes out tight and he bolts for the driver’s side of the truck. Moves so fast he makes Al dizzy. “We gotta move anyhow.”
“Midnight already?”
“The witching hour.”
—
His head wedged into the corner of the open window, Al breathes deep the dusty night breeze on Holland. On the drive out here, you can count down the seconds until you smell the lake.
Five, four, three, two… Cannonball.
They drive in an imbalanced silence. Tense on Ray’s end, nauseated on Al’s. But he’s just about starting to come to, starting to clock into the reality of their situation.
Al had tossed around a little grass before; he came by it easy and could move it even easier. An operation like this, however, with clandestine pickups under the cover of night, with the armored Gomes vehicle tailing them–this is serious.
Wait.
Hold on.
Al cranes his neck to get a look out the back window. They’ve lost the Gomes’ headlights. Nothing but dark, dark road beyond the reddened back beams of Ray’s truck. That’s funny. Guys of that caliber, big pieces of gristle and meat, they’re hardly going to be tardy to their own drug pick-up party.
“Where’d they go to, Ray?” Al’s voice is a croak when it comes out, fighting against his burning throat.
“Shut up, Al.”
“Ray–”
“Shut up, Al.”
Al shrinks down in his seat, a child admonished. Ray’s hand flexes over the wheel, a man desperately trying to keep control.
They pull around to this shitheap looking place on Lover’s Lake, so bent it’s practically sliding down the embankment. A van already sits there. Black, sleek. The kind a serviceman would have or something.
Ray kills the engine and some force from beyond prompts Al to grab at his arm before he can jump on out.
“Ray.”
“You’re doing this for your family,” Ray seamlessly reminds him, the gaze he turns on him empty. There’s not a waver in his voice. Like he’d been preparing this little bon mot of encouragement. “I’m doing this for mine.”
“But w–”
“Doing it for love. That’s honorable,” Ray nods. His features have taken on this waxy sheen under the moonlight that threatens to bring Al to a dry heave. He’s like a ventriloquist doll, down to the wooden way he’s moving. “I’ve done things for love that you wouldn’t believe. Now get out of the fucking truck.”
Beat for beat, Ray exits the truck, Al exits the truck, then a guy in overalls appears from the shiny black van. All of it moving in this rhythm that’s making Al’s head swim–feels like an unreality. Feels like he’ll blink, be behind the wheel of that van with a crying baby to his right. Feels like a dream.
Al, for once, clams up. Doesn’t say anything at all, because it’s the only way he can mask the nervous twitch his face takes on when he’s this piss-pants scared.
But it’s funny. It’s not like a drug operation he’s ever dreamed of. There’s no real shadiness to it. Guy just opens up the back of his van and tosses Ray a brick wrapped in brown parcel paper.
“Lurch and Palo on the way?”
It’s incredible. To Al’s knowledge, this guy, this guy with all the drugs in the back of his fucking van, has never seen Ray before but implicitly assumes he’s taking point on this deal. What if he had been a cop?!
But Ray Doevski does have this thing about him. Gives you one good, meaningful look and he has you shackled for life. You can’t help but trust him.
Still waters, man. Just like Wayne, Al thinks and feels something different rise in his throat.
“Lurch and Palo got caught up. Car trouble.”
Overalls guy just shrugs and helps load the rest of the packages into the passenger side of the truck. Al, he just stands there. Rooted. Watching him. Ray doesn’t pass any heed; like he’s not even there.
“Not much of a talker, your guy?” Overalls jerks his head in Al’s direction.
“Nah,” Ray grins in the briefest of flashes. “Strong and silent type. Right, Munson?”
A light flashes on at the porch of the half derelict looking house. Al can spot a hulking figure in the window, obscured by what has to be clouds upon clouds of smoke.
Ray raises a hand in the form’s direction, as howdy doody casual as a fucking neighborino.
“Who is that?” Al hears himself ask.
“Rick. I’ll introduce you next time. You two’ll like each other.”
Next thing Al’s physically aware of is the pile of packages at his feet as Ray guns the truck to life. This insufferable smirk curls up the corner of his mouth, the kind that Al has an immediate instinct to slug right off.
A bad feeling, a terrible feeling twists up his guts.
It’s justified about fifteen minutes into their drive back.
Al sees the flames licking around the plumes of black smoke first, easing up into that inky sky stabbed through with needlepoint constellations. He sees mangled hot rod hardware wrapped around a great big tree. He sees blue lights, he sees red. He sees an ambulance. He sees two stretchers and two body bags.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he spits, his lips feeling loose and panicky. “Ray, Jesus, we have to stop!”
“You wanna stop?” Ray laughs, voice so light you’d swear Al had asked him to pull in so he could take a piss. “You’re sittin’ on a small fortune of narcotics and you wanna stop? Don’t be such a morbid little rubbernecker, Munson.”
—
The untimely passing of the Gomes brothers brought with it a varied reception. The angle from one end of town was that it’s great when God deals with hoodlums before the law has to. On the other, someone had to pick up the slack and keep the seedy underbelly of this wicked little place nice and satiated.
Ray Doevski didn’t leave Gloriana Gomes’ side from the moment she got the news about her beloved brothers. She’d broke down wailing in his waiting arms, her red lipstick bleeding at the edges.
Those same brothers who regarded the scheming nowhere kid with such distaste that they’d never let them anywhere near their sister, or their business.
Over their dead bodies.
The only reasonable move was to remove them from the picture entirely, and step in gallantly. The hero. A picture of suave severity, backroom business acumen seeping from his blacktop hairdo. He’d fill the hole, he’d keep the cash flowing.
When he got the time to cut the Gomes’ break lines, we’ll never really know.
Al couldn’t fathom pulling off such a stunt.
Ray never admitted to it, of course. Can’t show your hand. Not to anybody, not even your best friend. But there was always this sense of knowing… even if he didn’t do it, he was capable of it.
Once he got over the shock of it all, how quick and seamless Ray had made that elimination, Al was overtaken with admiration. Tinged with latent fear, of course, but admiration all the same.
When Ray dropped him off at the house on Philadelphia in the wee hours of the morning, Al pressed the Hawkins High class ring into his hand.
“Well played, my liege.”
“Couldn’t’ve done it without ya,” Ray smiled. “Pleasure doing business.”
Business was right. At Al’s feet sat serious cash. Cash he could use to pull his weight around the house. Cash he could use to get out of Hawkins entirely. Cash he could rub in Wayne’s face, show him, hey! I’m not nothing! I can move this, I can be part of something huge and heavy! I can run this fucking town!
But he didn’t have any clear designs on doing anything without Ray’s say so.
The only designs Al had were on his boxer briefs.
He was only really sure of one thing. He’d spend his entire life trying to best Ray Doevski. Trying to get that ring back on his finger.
Just for the love of the game.
#published by powder#hai brainrot#a. munson by powder#r. doevski by powder#al munson#this is really for like. the real real ones. who else would care not only about my oc but about her dad's homoerotic friendship with#eddie munson's dad#eddie munson fic#fuck it you never know#sorry i need to put my hands up and say it i've thought about and i love al munson#yeah he's a dick. can i fix him? no. do i want to? also no#he's my fun little disaster#munson family values
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a/n: this is a sneak peak of that kinky smut i told yall about forever ago tehehe....i'm about halfway through with editing it! so i figured i'd let you see what will hopefully be up tonight! Harry is famous, but it's still kind of AU-ish? his fame is a feature but it's only briefly mentioned. ya know? let me know what ya think so far! :)
You were bored, and beyond ready to go home. You hated award season, selfishly. You knew what it meant for Harry, and you were always so proud of him, and his accomplishments. But dammit did you hate all that came along with it. The dressing up, and the cameras, not to mention the interviews. You’d only ever get a question or two thrown at you,but regardless, you were not built for it.
Harry though, he was a born natural. He didn’t love the attention all of the time, but you knew him well enough to know that he did get a bit of a kick out of the attention. And he knew how to handle it far better than you ever could. It made you feel all the more guilty when, all you wanted to do was stay home, and cook a nice meal together and watch your shows. But you were nothing if not supportive, always taking one for the team, even if the team was just Harry. “It’s just a few hours,” you’d tell yourself.“Just a few hours and then I can have him all to myself the rest of the night.” And that’s what you told yourself, and that's how you ended up here, at some after party, in a dress, vacuum sealed to your body in heels that feel like stilts, and a little too tipsy from the free-flowing champagne.
Harry had just gotten off the small stage,giving a speech about…something. And while you were so proud of him, and how he commanded a room, you hadn’t heard a word he said. You were too busy gawking at your charming, devilishly handsome boyfriend.
Harry works his way through the crowd, eyes locked on you and a dimples popped as he tries his best to make it to your side. He’s stopped a few times, gives some pleasentrises before he’s by your side again, kissing your temple.
“You, alright?” he askes. You nod with a hum, looking up at him over your champaign flute.
“Why are you looking at me like that,” Harry smirks, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you in. Harry knows the look, its a look you only ever give him when your in one of your moods. And it usually proceeds you sucking the soul out of him.
“Like what?” you ask, earnestly.
“Right,” He chuckles, eyes looking down at your lip tucked between your teeth.
“What? I’m not looking at you like anything!” You defend, leaning up to kiss his cheek. And then it dawns on him.
You don’t even realize just how you’d been looking at him. All pout, and doe eyes, begging to be fucked and taken care of like you deserve.
“Nothing, honey.” He places a hand on your cheek smirking before leaning and kissing your forehead “Let’s head out, hm? You look tired.”
“I’m fine! We can stay.” you lie, grateful that he’s suggested you head out early.
“Baby,” he says with a smile, but his tone is the one that makes your legs feel like Jell-O, “We’re going home. I did my obligation. I’ll go get the car. You meet me out front, after you’ve said your goodbye to everyone alright?” He askes, but it’s more like a demand.
You nod with a smile, finishing off your drink. He kisses the top of your head, and you watch him make his exit.
****
“You sounded great up there, Har.” You smile reaching for his hand resting on the shift. He laces your fingers togetyoukissigg by the back of your hand.
“Thanks, Baby Love.” he says with a gentle smile. He pulls up to a red light, looking over at you. “You looked gorgeous tonight baby.”
“You’ve said that already.” you giggle, feeling your cheeks warm up. You lean your head back against the head rest, nibbling at your bottom lip, “A few times actually.”
“And I meant it every time I said it. And I mean it now.” he smirks.
“You look good too.” you smirk.You reache your hand up to his hair at the name of his neck, playing with the curls there. “Your hair looks nice like this. It’s very 90’s Leo.” You giggle and he smirks.
“Yeah? ‘S that a good thing?”
“Mmhmm,” you nod, “and I like this.” You say reaching over tugging on the shirt he’s wearing. It’s a black semi sheer top, with some lace detail. It’s simple, but paired with the jewlry and the the fact that you can see his tattoos peaking through…you were more than pleased with tonights outfit.
“I thought you might.” He turns his head to kiss your palm that’s made it to his cheek, giving it two spongy kisses.
The light turns and his attention is back on the road, so you watch the side of his face instead. Watching as his dimple pokes out when he smiles. “It was written all over your face.” He chuckles after a few moments.
“What was?” You ask brows furrowed
“Those filthy thoughts of yours.” You don’t say a word, just clear your throat, nibbling on your bottom lip and turning your head looking forward. Harry looks over, eyes boring into the side of your face with a smirk. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what filthy thoughts were going on in that pretty head of yours. Hmm?”
“Noth-” you start.
“Don’t lie to me, you know what happens when you do.” You swallow thickly looking over at him. For the second time tonight he’s used that tone. That dominant tone that only ever comes out when you ///play/// together. And it’s got you feeling all out of sorts. You squeeze your thighs togetyoutrying to sooth the ache thats sprung up between your thighs. “Tell me.” He presses once more.
“Just….thinking about playing with your hair….while you’re between my legs.” you whisper nervously.
You’d been with Harry for a while now. And you were never one to be shy about discussing intimacy. But when he put on that voice, and with his hand heavy on your thigh, it always seemed to make you bashful.
“And?” he prompts. Harry knows there's more, there’s always more with you. “My little minx” Harry always joked.
Really he just wanted to work you up. Get you as frustrated, and hot and bothered as he could, because he had plans for tonight. Harry was finally going to reward you for being such a good girl, for him. Not just tonight and stomaching yet another event, but for all of awards season. You’ve always hated the cameras and parties. You’ve hated sharing him with the world. Selfish yes, but he felt the same about you. He couldn’t fathom how you felt every year around this time when he had to be ‘Harry Styles’ and not just your Harry, being ‘on’ all the time and away from you. But, you’ve been ///so/// good, and he knows he hasn’t been as attentive as he should be these last few months, so he was finally going to give you all the attention he’s deprived from you lately. All the attention you’ve been too shy, or scared to ask for.
“Your rings.” you finally blurt out.
“What about them?”
“I was thinking….” you pause trying to figure out the least crude way to phrase it,“About feeling them on my ass. I like when you spank me with them, and I like feeling them when…when you finger me too. Its nice.”
“You want me spank you baby?”Harry asks cautiously, you nod your head slowly. “Why?” he asks brows furrowed, with only a bit of concern “Did you do something to earn you a spanking?”
You and Harry were no stangers to spanking, or playing rough. But they were usally only reserved for your punishments, or ‘funishments’ as you so dubbed them, as you quite liked the feeling of Harry’s hands on you.
“Maybe.” you purred.
Now he’s intrigued. This was about teasing you before you got home. But now? This was about playing the game. His favorite game, yours too. He snaps his head over to you as you approached another red light.
“Maybe?” he quips, “You either broke a rule, or you didn’t baby? Which is it?”
You take a moment, trying to figure out which way to play it, which way would get you what you wanted most. You could continue to play coy, could lie, or you could be honest.
You chose the later.
“I did.” you coo, biting your bottom lip.
“Hmm,” He hums, leaning over the concoul to get a better look at you. Your eyes were a bit glassy already, a look you only really ever got when you the two of you played. When you were feeling submissive. “And what rule would that be?”
You look down at his hand that found its way from your thigh to become tangled with yours, twirling the ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings on his fingers. “No panties.” You mumbled.
He heard you, but he really enjoyed making you repeat things, especially if he knew that you were a little embarrassed. “Louder baby. And look at me.” he demands softly.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“No?” He mocks. You shake your head as the light turns green. Harry smirks at you, before, slowly pressing the accelerator, eyes back to the road.
“Why would you do that baby? Go to such an important event, a room full of people with no panties on?” he asks. He knows why, or at least he suspects. But he wants to hear you say it. Likes to tease you, yes, maybe humiliate you a little for being his perfect little slut.
“I was thinking about the last time. Last week and how we…snuck away.”
He smirks looking over at you, with lust filled eyes he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses the back of your hand again. He rembers it fondly, as one of the best quickes you’ve had. Definetly the riskiest you’ve ever been, and he’s not stopped thinking about it since. And apparently neither have you.
“You didn’t wear any panties so it would be easier for me to fuck you in the bathroom again? Is that it?” he probed.
“Yes,” you squeak.
Harry rolls to a stop, at yet another red light. Cursing the fact that it seems they’ve not made a single one on your ride back. He looks over at you, dimples out, eyes dark with lust.
“You like being a slut in public baby?” You nod. Chewing on your bottom lip. He reaches up, and pulling it from you teeth, running his thumb over it. “Why didn’t you ask, hmm? You know how to ask for what you want?” you shrug your shoulders, squeezing your thighs tighter together. Harry takes notice and presses further, “Instead you were looking at me like a cock drunk whore.” he tisks, “In front of all those people. If I saw it, you know everyone else did too. Don’t you,sweetheart?”
“I didn’t - I don’t know.” You pouts
“It’s okay baby.” he chuckles, “I’ll take care of you when we get home okay. We’re almost there.
“Yes Sir.” you say, with a dopy grin. The honorific just slipped out, before you realized. You may have been slightly embarrassed if it werent for the promise of what’s to come later tonight.
“Good girl.” He praises, leaning over the consol. He kisses you once, twice, and then a third time before you hear honking behind you.
Harry pulls away from your kiss, seeing the lights turned. There’s another impatient honk before Harry pulls off muttering an “asshole” under his breath, looking in the rear view mirror. You look out your window. Trying to keep yourself from squirming too much as Harry’s hand rested on your thigh, lightly massaging it.
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Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately
This for Cass and Bucky but paired with the spiciest/kinkiest thing they've ever done together?? Just out of curiosity haha
DROP TO MY KNEES BLURB PROMPT ERA
Ok so like I would never be able to tell you the spiciest/kinkiest thing they have done because every day my mind is telling me new heights of depravity they can reach. Literally whatever you can think of, they've probably tried at least once. And I should dedicate time to writing some of their Kama Sutra adventures. But as we all discover kinks, drop them in my inbox and I will write them.
For this blurb in particular, I went with sub!John being tied up by Cass. Was screaming about Cass punishing John for treating his daughters differently than his sons today with @karasnonsense99 so this is partially born from that as well.
warnings: smut
He was left wondering so many things as his wife disappeared into their walk-in closet. Chief of mind was where had she learned to tie knots like and why had she been holding out on sharing this secret skill of hers for so long?
"You can tug on them all you want. They aren't budging," she remarked as she poked her head back around the corner. "Those knots are meant to withstand their subject being tortured."
"This is fucking torture," he muttered. Both his wrists and both his ankles were currently bound to their bedframe by silk scarves. The same scarves that he complimented endlessly whenever she wore them. The same scarves he had used to blindfold her just last week. The same scarves that Penny used to play dress up and pretend she was her mother. What a fucking betrayal that they were now being used against him.
"We haven't even started in earnest yet, Johnny. Don't make this too easy for me." He was already hard and curved against his stomach, his cock leaking with every tug of the scarves. Leaking with every swish of his wife's hips. Leaking with every needy thought that flitted across his mind.
"I'm being punished for craving the attention of my wife?" Cass walked until she was standing right beside him, her nails scratching at his chest and stomach.
"You're being punished for the way you spoke to Penny." The little girl had some home from kindergarten and John had overheard her talking with her twin about a cute new boy in their class. Just last week Gale had asked for John's help drawing a girl a little picture. He had practically kicked his heels together to help the little boy who he said was following in his footsteps. But Penelope? His little girl? He had shut down her first crush faster than Cass had ever seen him do anything.
"Baby-"
"No. I am done with hearing your voice for the evening. The only time you speak is to beg. Am I clear?" God, she was really asking him to do the impossible. Asking him to be quiet while they made love. But he didn't think he had a choice. Not in his current predicament. He nodded his agreement. "Good."
Cass threw her leg over his torso, her nightgown hiding that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the soft, wet skin of her pussy landed satisfyingly against his stomach. Her hips twitched back slightly until the head of him came tantalizingly close to her back entrance. She thinks he was going to draw blood with how hard he was biting his lip.
She threw him a bone and lifted the hem of her nightgown so he could watch as she angled herself just right so his length rested perfectly in the center of her pussy. The throbbing vein feeling like heaven as she moved herself back and forth.
"Spook, please." John lost his semblance of control at the sight of how slick his cock was. He knew the way it would feel wrapped around him. Knew how sweet it tasted. She stilled her hips and dropped her gown. Gone was his view of the most gorgeous, glistening cunt in the world.
"What did I say?" Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed gently, John's cock twitching in response. "Don't make it so I have to gag you too, baby." She ghosted her lips over his so lightly he thought he imagined the contact, Cass pulling back with a smirk as she started to swivel her hips gently against his skin. John whined and tried to sit up, chase the feeling of her kiss that he wanted so desperately, his restraints pulling taut and snapping him back down to the bed. Defeated, all he could do was watch as she grinded herself against his stomach, nails digging into his chest for leverage, as she got closer and closer to her own release.
She collapsed to his chest with a breathless laugh once she found it, John pressing his lips to every inch of her face and head he could reach from his vantage point. Cass sat up and giggled, holding his face in her hands. "I love you," she said simply.
"I love you, too. And I'm sorry for how I handled the situation earlier." Cass nodded and hummed, looking back to see that his balls looked heavy and his cock was red and angry. He was about to burst.
"It's a good start," she offered, gracefully landing back on the floor next to him. "I'll think about touching you while I'm in the bath."
"No! Cass, fuck, let me...let me..." There was no way he could lie here knowing she was wet and sudsy only mere feet away from him.
"The door will be open a crack. So we can keep an eye on each other...keep an ear out too, Colonel. Never know what sounds I might come up with to aid in my torture."
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