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seancekitsch · 3 years

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Bitter They Kiss: A Paul x Reader x Marko fic

Warnings: double penetration,oral, dirty talk, ouid and wine, threesome, what do you expect from me

“Stay inside, y/n, just until you learn how to control yourself.”

“Marko, Paul, Stay with y/n tonight.”

Figures you’d be fuckin stuck with the terror twins tonight. No, not that you didn’t love them; these two stirred up a lot of trouble with you. They were a great time, but this was about how David still didn’t trust you not to make too big a mess.

Did he have somewhat of a good point? Okay, sure, maybe you’d killed someone in the tunnel of love on the boardwalk in front of witnesses in the car behind you and hadn’t tried to hide it. That was just one time. You were starving, and all of the newfound power is fun. There’s no reason not to use it.

But David saw this as some kind of issue, so you’re stuck being baby sat while David and Dwayne hunt for you until you ‘learn your lesson’ or some stupid shit.

You pick at the flaking black nail polish on your ringed fingers, foot propped up in the lawn chair you were sitting on, trying to bide your time with the cold feeling of hunger settling in your frame

“What's with that sour face, baby?”

It’s Paul’s voice coming from somewhere up in the rafters, before he drops himself down next to you. You sigh more than dramatically before letting your head loll to the side to meet his gaze.

“Whats up, Harpo? Zeppo stop kissing your ass so now you gotta come bug me for attention?” you quip, the Santa Carla coven really feeling more like a vaudeville troupe when hunting wasn’t on the mind.

“Oh it was more than kissing,” Marko’s laughing voice comes from behind you, earning a fake grossed out look from you thrown at Paul. Marko drops beside you opposite of Paul, with a case of beer in one of his hands.

“Do you even know who the Marx brothers are, y/n?” Paul sneers, “That's a pretty tall reference you just made.”

“Yeah, y/n, aren’t they your grandparents' humor?” Marko adds.

“The Marx brothers are all younger than you, old man,” you throw right back at them.

“At least we look better.” A pout forms on Marko’s angelic features, while a goofy grin seems permanently plastered on Paul’s.

“You seemed bored all cooped up in here,” Paul starts, “So we wanted to know if you wanted to party with us?”

Did he even have to ask? You roll your eyes and motion for Marko to give you one of the beers, and the boys high five. You and the boys crack open the cold cans in unison, taking big gulps before setting them down.

Quiet sets in among the three of you, unsure what to do. Usually, the cave is more crowded, all of you sticking close to one another, but still intermingling. It felt empty and tense without the others.

“Should I go turn on some tunes?” Paul asks, already moving to stand, when you reach behind him and pull him down by his jacket.

“If I have to hear another Motley Crue record this week, I’m going to scream,” you mutter, urging him to take another sip with you. They’ve heard you scream, and they don’t want to hear it again.

“Let’s play a game with the kid!” Marko suggests, and just by Paul’s expression you can tell there are a million evil thoughts in his head. Here we go. You roll your eyes as they start going through their usual game repertoire.

“Truth or dare?”

“You’re just gonna dare me to take my top off.”

“Seven minutes in heaven?”

“Do you guys think you could last seven minutes?”

“I can last seven minutes. Paul, can you last seven minutes?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Y/n wants to know!”

“Knock it off!”

“What about never have I ever, babe?” Paul suggests, taking a lock of your hair and twirling his finger around it.

And you actually don’t have shit to say against that game. It was the least pervy or dangerous of all of the games these two liked to play. If Dwayne were here, he’d suggest cards or something normal.

“Alright fine, lets play never have I ever you fucking children,” you huff, as you motion for Marko to pass you another beer, his cold fingers lingering on yours for a moment too long. As careless as Marko seems, he doesn’t act without intention. The guys are up to something.

It's a game you know well, one played often and usually used to humiliate each other, and tonight will be no different. If you’ve done the thing, you drink, if you haven’t, you don’t. It starts off slow, with lame things like, ‘never have I ever eaten an avocado’ or ‘ never have I ever been traveling’ but then quickly descends into madness.

That’s why you know you’re playing with fire when you utter the following phrase:

“Never have I ever kissed Paul.”

And something absolutely evil flashes in Marko’s eyes as he meets your gaze over the rim of the beer can when he takes a long drink, like a challenge.

“Well, sweetheart, never have I ever been caught staring at any of us like you wanna eat us,” he counters.

“Excuse me? I’ve never-“

Paul cuts you off.

“No, no babe you don’t get to say shit. I’ve seen the way you stare at us. It’s pretty hot.”

“Well, maybe I have checked you out…. once or twice,” you allow yourself to admit. A few beers and hunger for something has loosened your tongue as your leather shorts start to feel a little uncomfortable.

“More than a little,” Paul shoots back, “But don’t worry.”

Paul's bright eyes have mischief in them as you scoot a little closer to him.

“Why not?” you whisper, not missing the way he’s leaning in as well. That's when you feel Marko against your back.

“Because we look at you like that too,” and he closes the gap, kissing you roughly on the mouth. His stubble scratches against you slightly, knowing if this keeps happening your skin will be rubbed raw by the time you have to sleep. But you pull away, regaining your senses momentarily.

“Wait… Wait, are we doing this for real?” You watch Paul’s mouth melt into a lopsided grin as he nods eagerly, then look to Marko behind you, who has something intense in his eyes, a single nod.

“Alright,” you concede, grabbing your beer from the floor between your feet and chugging the rest of it, throwing the can whoever knows where, “Let's do this boys.”

They descend upon you, not unlike a fresh kill. Paul’s hands fly up to your face, first cupping your cheeks before tangling themselves in your hair, Marko groping at you before unbuttoning the flannel you were wearing and ripping it off of your body to discard it. Neither of them are gentle, but they don’t have to be. As a member of their coven they know they won’t break you. Paul’s tongue delves into your mouth, leaving no single tooth or gum unexplored, he kisses like unwrapping a present, holding you in place like if he doesn’t you’ll slip away from him. Marko on the other hand attaches himself to your shoulder and neck, mouthing at you before biting down.

You almost yelp before it melts into a moan, quickly swallowed by Paul and his roaming tongue. Paul continues, gently pulling at your hair as your hands roam his chest, while Marko’s hands paw at your chest.

“Think you want some more of us?” Marko asks, his voice a low growl, the sound muffled as he’s attached to the bite he’s made. You’ve been told that vampire’s feeding on each other is the most powerful aphrodisiac on earth, and you have a feeling you’ll discover the effects of it tonight. You nod, and Paul pulls his mouth from yours.

“Stand up sweetheart,” Paul tells you, and you obey without even wanting to ask why he wants you to. He leads you over to the couch, and he himself lays down on it, facing the ceiling with a wide grin.

“Climb aboard!” he shouts, driving the point home by slapping the sides of his face with both hands. Marko is behind you again, unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down to the ground before you can do it for yourself. You lean into his touch, letting his hands roam your body, a moan leaving your lips as his fingers reach your cunt, teasingly rubbing against you, but not delving into you the way you want.

“She’s wet for us, Paul!” he calls, as if you’re not even standing there. It feels like you’re a plaything for them, but thats not true. They can’t mistreat you, because they’ve got you with them for eternity. You whimper into his touch, and he kisses you sweetly.

“I’m gonna treat you real good, y/n, and so is Paul. But if you don’t like anything, say so. You’re one of us, and we don’t wanna make you sad.”

Its like he knew everything you were just feeling, and pushed it all away gently. You whisper “okay” and a contract is sealed.

Marko guides you over to Paul, who has shed nothing but his jacket. You raise one leg, carefully straddling his face. Paul wants none of that, quickly grabbing your hips and pulling him right down onto his mouth. On first contact, his mouth is already open, tongue seeking to split you open immediately. His tongue seeks out your clit first, flicking the bundle of nerves making you almost jolt forward, but Marko is there to hold you in place. Paul licks and sucks at you like a man starved, moaning into you and making you shake above him. His arms hold you firmly, any of your squirming and bucking no use against his mouth. It feels amazing, all of your nerves feeling like static on edge as you feel your release embarrassingly near already. Paul moves from your clit to your wet cunt, and back again.

Your hands shake as you grab onto Marko for some form of stability, sliding down to his belt and gasping as you undo it. He carelessly lets his jeans fall once you get them past his hips, letting you paw at his cock greedily while he smiles down at you.

“How’s she taste, Paul?”

Paul speaks, muffled by you and sending shockwaves up your core.

“Alright!” Marko exclaims, and his hand catches your jaw, first slowly prying it open, then moving to press his thumb down against your tongue. His eyebrow quirks in a silent question, and you answer by closing your lips around him and sucking on the digit. He steps forward and removes his thumb so he can replace it with himself. He’s hard as a rock, and thick, with precum already leaking from the tip, which you greedily lick as he sighs. What a beautiful noise, you think as your lips wrap around the head of his cock and you sink down as far as you can. Never being one to back down, you try to take him as far back into your throat as you can, head bobbing as he moans and talks.

“Oh fuck, baby, just like that.” You swallow around him and he moans.

“Who taught you how to blow like that? Holy shit,” as his hand wraps around your hair.

All of his moaning and praising spurring you on as Paul abandons his ministrations and switches to fucking you with his tongue. What a fucking relief it feels to have something inside you, and you instinctively clench down on him, chasing any sensation you can. He doesn’t let up, tongue moving at an unmerciful speed as you-

Shockwaves hit your system as your body spasms, orgasm overtaking you by surprise, your scream muffled by Marko’s cock at the back of your throat, and he laughs. You almost gag as he pulls out of you, Paul not trying to be gentle as his tongue fucks you through your high.

“That was so fucking sexy, oh I wish you could see your face right now. Paul, I wish you could see her too! She’s wrecked.”

He’s probably right, you can feel the tears wet on your cheeks, your mascara probably running. You caught a glimpse of the line of drool from your lips as his cock left your mouth.

Paul finally slows down as your shaking dies down into tiny shivers, Marko holding you firmly by the shoulders, presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Let me in?” he whispers, and you nod, not yet over your first orgasm but already wanting to feel that again. He lifts you up slightly, and Pauls big hands finally release your thighs to let you move. He slides out from under you, slapping your ass playfully as he stands up to take Marko’s original spot in front of you. His hands come up to cup your cheeks again as he kisses you, slowly this time to let you savor the taste of yourself on your own tongue. You inhale sharply against his mouth as Marko’s fingers enter you without warning. Just as soon as they enter, they’re gone. Then you hear him.

“You’re right, Paul, delicious.”

Paul hums against your lips, then releases you. You can hear Marko undressing as Paul asks,

“You wanna bite?” To feed from him, another vampire. You nod, again never being one to back down, and he pushes his hair aside to offer you his neck. Your arms come up around him as you get a good angle, kissing him a few times open mouthed and sloppy before you sink your teeth in.

t’s divine. Heat you almost forgot existed flows through your veins renewed, and your skin feels so aware of everything. The cool wind of the cave, the worn mesh of his tank top, the rough material of the couch that would have given you rug burn if you had a pulse. Just as you fully start to feel the effects of Paul’s blood, you feel Marko line himself up with your entrance, again entering you without warning. This time you feel him stretch you, his thickness deliciously painful. You scream against Paul’s skin, but it quickly turns into a low growl. You feel animalistic, wanting to push back against Marko’s hips as you take Paul in your mouth. Want to fully give yourself over to this and to them.

Marko feels your ass pushing back against him, and squeezes it playfully, before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you back down against the arm of the couch.

It’s only when you start to undo Paul’s pants that Marko starts to fuck you, he starts out slow, then abandons his initial pace for a much more vigorous one.

He fucks you harshly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming himself back in as you take Paul deep into your throat like you did Marko. Paul isn’t as thick as Marko, but just as long. As you swallow around him, tongue massaging the underside of his cock, you wonder what it would be like to feel both of them in you at the same time. One hand reaches up to massage his balls and he keens at your touch, begging quietly for more. You’d experimented a lot, but never with two people at once. The thought was overwhelming, almost as overwhelming as Marko pistoning behind you. It's when his hand reaches beneath your legs that you can't control the wanton moans escaping your throat.

“She’s close,” Marko tells Paul, “This tight little pussy keeps squeezing me.”

Paul laughs, and then looks down at you,

“Can I get some too, pretty?”

You nod enthusiastically before pulling off of Paul’s cock with a pop of your lips. Not missing how you whine when Marko pulls out of you, Paul discards his clothes quickly before rushing to return his attention to you. He rubs your clit with his fingers while he asks,

“So how do you want us now?” You have the control, now you’re certain of it. At first you weren’t sure, the way they passed you around, the way they talked around you. But it’s all for you. You feel comfortable asking.

“Can I-“ Your voice comes out more watery and lost than you expected, “Can I have you both? Marko where he was and you in my ass?”

The men share a glance, eyes wide. Apparently they hadn’t expected that from you, but nonetheless they eagerly agree, grinning ear to ear as they kiss up and down your chest and face while they reposition. Marko lays down on the couch where Paul was, and you quickly position yourself to sink down onto his cock, moaning all the while. You stay there, still and waiting for Paul as he climbs up behind you. A strong arm pulls you down to rest against Marko’s chest as Paul preps your ass. You can’t help but whine as he inserts a finger, and then two into the second hole and starts scissoring his fingers. The added pressure against Marko’s cock inside you is already almost too much to bear, and you might finish before they even get a chance to get started in this position. You can feel Marko groping at your chest with the arm not around you, pinching your nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

“Paul, please,” you pant, begging to bite off more than you can chew from this. And he obliges, very slowly removing his fingers and pressing the head of his cock against your ass, sinking in slowly, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter until he bottoms out. You have to concentrate not to scream and come right then and there. All of it, the sensation is so much, but still somehow you crave more.

“You good, babe?” Paul asks.

“She feels fucking good,” Marko responds, and you nod, worried that words will fail you. The both move slowly within you. Both of them panting and moaning as much as you, your muscles squeezing them as all three of you try to hold out and savor the moment. Two sets of lips attach themselves to your neck, one on both sides, and they both find purchase biting down on the skin there and lapping at the blood they draw, moaning in ecstasy at the taste. They work up a rhythm, moving in tandem against you, and you lose it first, orgasm crashing against you like the waves against Hudson’s bluff. You scream both of their names, begging for something unknown as they work you through your high, both of them reaching their’s almost right after you.

Spent and overstimulated, you fall limp against Marko, and he very gently pulls out of you, Paul follows suit much more slowly, careful not to hurt you. They move only to let you rest and lay down on the couch while they clean you and themselves up, finding some semblance of their clothes and blanket.

You’re breathless as they both finally come back to lay down with you, sandwiching you between the two of them, both of them pressing their chests against you. Paul wipes your hair from your sweaty forehead as Marko rests his cheek against your shoulder-blade.

“Did you like that, baby?” Paul asks, voice quiet and almost shaky.

You nod gingerly, bites against your neck sore.

“Good, because we definitely wanna do that with you again,” Marko mumbles, himself spent as well.

You like the sound of that, you think, as you pull them both closer.

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serpentupemotions-blog · 5 years

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Better Than Any Movie Could Ever Be - Reader x Reggie Mantle

Day two of my week till Christmas uploads! If anyone has any specific Christmas-y requests feel free to send them, I still have a few days where I don’t have a specific story line decided.

Summary: You and Reggie take a break from your Christmas movie marathon to enjoy the first snowfall of the winter, during which some of the Christmas movie magic spills over into reality.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,179

You fight against the heaviness of your eyelids. You were a sucker for Hallmark Christmas movies, and you had even managed to convince Reggie to partake in a Hallmark movie marathon with you. Unfortunately by the fourth movie no matter how much romantic Christmas magic they managed to pack in you were really fighting to stay awake for it.

Your head was resting on Reggie’s shoulder, his arm wrapped securely over your body and your legs curled up underneath you. The two of you had been in some variety of this position all afternoon, in between moving around for snack, drink, and bathroom breaks. Suddenly Reggie jostles you around and just a moment before you start to complain about it he pulls a blanket around you and you realize he had only been reaching for the blanket tossed over the back of the couch.

“No,” you groan playfully, tilting your head to look at him, “now I’m definitely going to fall asleep”

Reggie chuckles and leans down, kissing your forehead gently. “Then sleep if you’re tired,” he whispers.

“And leave you to watch this cinematic masterpiece alone?” you ask playfully, gesturing at the TV as the ever-familiar twinkling sound effects play in the background of a dramatic speech about being a princess plays on the television.

Reggie chuckles and holds you a little tighter, shrugging at the suggestion.

“Oh my god, is tough, manly, football captain Reggie Mantle actually enjoying this movie?” you question teasingly, adjusting your position so you can look at him.

“No,” Reggie says quickly, hesitating a moment before continuing, “maybe a bit, it’s kind of cute.”

You smile and lean up, kissing him gently, “four,” you whisper and he looks at you quizzically.

“Four what?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“It took four movies to get you to admit you like them,” you tell him with a giggle, resting your head against his shoulder.

“The first three were bad,” he tells you, defending the dislike he was pretending to have for all the romantic movies you were always trying to get him to watch.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, your fingers fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

You turn your attention back to the movie, watching a scene with an old man trying to set a younger man up on a date. You had seen enough of these movies that you had already figured out the plot of the rest of the movie within the first fifteen minutes. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t spend the rest of your holiday season watching at least one of these movies a night.

“Y/N,” Reggie says suddenly and you sit up a little, looking down at him with concern at his sudden exclamation of your name.

“What?” you ask, expecting something terrible to come from his mouth.

“Look out the window,” he instructs and you turn your head to the large window, eyes narrowed in confusion until they focus through the glass into the night sky. Under the yellow glow of the street light you can see the falling of snow. The first snowfall of the year.

“It’s snowing,” you whisper, pushing the blanket off your body and crawling out of Reggie’s lap, walking slowly to the window. You press your fingers against the cold glass, eyes focused on the delicate falling of snow, it had already started sticking to the ground. “It’s beautiful,” you add. Reggie’s reflection appears in the glass, standing behind you, arms sliding around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“It is,” he agrees, “just like you,” Reggie adds.

A smile spreads on your face but you roll your eyes at the cheesiness of it. “That’s very cheesy, Reg.”

“Maybe,” he comments, “but it’s true.”

A couple minutes go by in silence and you soak in the comfort of the moment, Reggie’s warm body wrapped around yours.

“Want to go outside?” you ask.

“Sure,” Reggie chuckles and pulls away from you so the two of you can head for the front door. You didn’t care that it was almost midnight. You both put on your shoes and jackets before heading into the cold night. The air was bitter against your exposed skin, but that doesn’t stop you from skipping out onto the front lawn, throwing your head back and your arms spread wide, spinning around in circles.

You hear Reggie chuckle and you stop, looking over at him. He stays a few feet away from you, out of the way of your whirling arms, his hands jammed into his pocket, shoulders tensed up in cold.

“Reggie,” you whine, stepping over and grabbing his arms, pulling him closer to you, “loosen up, enjoy the first snowfall of the year,” you giggle.

“It’s cold,” he jokingly groans, smiling down at you.

“It wouldn’t be snowing if it wasn’t,” you retort with a playful smirk, stepping closer to him and leaning up on your tip-toes to kiss him. Reggie kisses you back eagerly, taking his hands out of his pockets and sliding them under your jacket, resting on your waist. You pull away from Reggie a couple minutes later, looking into his eyes.

“Y/N,” Reggie says seriously and you swallow heavily. Reggie wasn’t usually a very serious guy, when the two of you had serious conversations it was almost always you who initiated those conversations.

“Yes?” you whisper, your hands resting on his jacket covered arms, his hands still on your waist.

“I love you,” Reggie tells you. The two of you hadn’t said that yet. Love. It was such a small word, truly inconsequential. Yet you two had been together for almost a year and neither of you had gotten the courage to say it, to be the first one. Maybe it was the fear that it wouldn’t be reciprocated. Maybe it was the fear that it would change things. Maybe it was a vulnerability thing, that once you said it out loud, once you admitted it was genuine love then it would hurt more if you had your heart broken.

But none of that mattered, because you were in love with Reggie Mantle. You had been in love with Reggie for a considerable amount of time. Now you were ready to say it out loud.

“I love you too, Reggie,” you say quietly, looking into his eyes, neither of you breaking away from the gaze.

Reggie suddenly lifts you up off the ground, spinning in a circle with you held flush against his body. “That’s the spirit,” you giggle in reference to him needing to have loosened up to enjoy the snowfall.

“I’m sorry if this didn’t live up to all the movies you love so much,” Reggie chuckles, setting you down gently. The snow was beginning to build up and your feet were already feeling like blocks of ice on the snow-covered ground.

“Are you kidding, Reggie?” you ask in disbelief, laughing softly, “confessing our love for each other under the first snowfall of the winter, it’s perfect, it’s better than any movie could ever be.”

Thank-you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

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starrysence · 5 years

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Okay sooooo 8 and 19 with choice ship? (i’m sorry i’m kinda new and i feel like you would know more abt which ship would fit the best than i would)

OH THIS IS SO SO CUTE I LOVE IT THANK YOU also i chose jojo/race bc i love them and havent done content for them since the cookie dough fic SO

8. let’s go walk around and look at all the lights and stuff

19. we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other...

genre: floooof

words: 869

warnings: none, really! race says ‘kinky’ like once but thats about it

other stuff: this is modern era bc as yall know,, thats my jam

you can request oneshots with the prompts here, or, if you have your own prompts, feel free to send them in with a ship!

a stroll in the snow; jojo/race

“and we’re done!” jojo exclaims, shutting his laptop perhaps a little too enthusiastically. race laughs.

“you really wanted to get this project done, didn’t you?”

“you have no idea,” jojo huffs and falls back, practically sinking into the couch. “do you think al would mind if i crashed here for the night? would you?”

race smiles and shakes his head. “neither of us would. you’re always so fun to be around, jo.”

jojo feels a blush creep up his face at the compliment. “thanks, racer.”

“anytime!” race starts to grin. “hey, actually, since it’s the first night of december, they’re probably puttin’ up the prettiest lights and decorations. you wanna walk the block and check ‘em out? we could even grab some hot chocolate or something.”

are you asking me on a date? is what jojo would have asked if he’d had the courage to. he hopes, though, that it is a sort of date. it sounds absolutely perfect. instead, he returns race’s grin and replies, “that sounds amazing, racer. a perfect way to end a friday night. i’d love to.”

race feels his heart skip a beat at jojo’s smile. “awesome!”

•••

warm cups of hot cocoa long discarded, the boys walk down the street side by side, admiring the lights and the decorations adoring every building and lamppost in the city.

“it’s beautiful,” jojo says with a soft smile. race looks over at him as he hums agreement and feels his breath catch in his throat when he sees the look on jojo’s face and the way all the lights seem to make him glow.

he’s shocked out of his trance when he feels something cold hit his arm. he blinks rapidly and sees jojo standing there with a sheepish grin. “did you just throw a snowball at me?” race asks incredulously.

“you were zoned out! i needed some way to knock you back into your senses!”

“you could’ve shaken me by the shoulders or something! you’re in for it now, de la guerra!” race shouts, quickly bunching up a small amount of snow in his hands and chucking it at jojo, who has barely any time to react before the snowball hits his chest.

“hey, that’s not— race, that isn’t— fair!” jojo exclaims between wet, snowy hits. when he realises that his friend isn’t going to stop any time soon, he decides to try out an old childhood trick and runs at race, tackling him to the ground with a soft thud. thank goodness for all that snow.

“jo, hey! get off me, i wasn’t done!” race exclaims, pouting as jojo firmly pins his wrists to the blanketed sidewalk.

“you weren’t gonna be done for another hour or so if i joined in or let ya keep goin’,” jojo chuckles, smiling down at race, who bursts into giggles.

jojo looks at him in adoration, wondering if the boy beneath him really is an angel. it takes him a few minutes to realise race’s giggles have died down and now they’re doing nothing but staring at each other.

“well...” he starts, breaking the silence. “this is something.”

“yeah, it’s something, alright,” race laughs breathlessly. “you’re still pinning me down. real kinky, jo.”

“antonio!” jojo practically squeaks the name out, yelping and quickly letting go of race’s wrists. he moves to get up before pausing at the feeling of race cupping the back of his head with one hand.

“sorry,” race responds with a lopsided smile before lifting his head to press his lips gently, lovingly to jojo’s. the new sensation of warmth feels even better than anything jojo could’ve imagined, and he melts against race, returning the kiss and placing his hands on the shorter boy’s shoulders.

race breaks the kiss after what’s probably a few minutes with a quiet gasp. jojo smiles down at him with nothing but affection, and he can’t help but soften underneath the gaze.

“jojo,” race whispers, pressing his nose to jojo’s.

“yeah, race?” jojo responds softly.

“your lips are chapped,” race smirks. jojo snorts and begins to laugh, rolling off of race and standing up. he begins to walk towards the direction of race and albert’s shared department, and only a few seconds later he hears footsteps getting closer behind him.

“you didn’t help me up!” race whines when he catches up to jojo, who only laughs harder and shakes his head.

“that’s what you get for ruining the mood.”

“oh, come on, sweetheart, i’ll just get you some lip balm!”

“i’m going to break up with you before you even ask me out.”

“no, wait!” race grabs jojo’s hand and places it over his heart. jojo blushes furiously at the adorable gesture. “don’t do that. i’m sorry. will you go out with me? i promise not to point out how chapped your lips are—”

“race!”

“what?! i was just—”

jojo stares at race with an unreadable expression on his face, and race falters, sighing dramatically in defeat.

“will you just... will you go out with me? you’re the most amazing guy i’ve ever met and i’d love to be your boyfriend.”

this draws a grin from jojo, and he kisses race’s cheek, nodding. “i will absolutely go out with you.”

×××

IM IN TEARS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH WJDFKFHKS I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS

-sanj 💕

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hannahsfanficsforyou · 4 years

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A Whole New World Pt.10

I grumble as I walk behind Laxus my blood boiling in anger and a little excitement at thinking I have to do whatever he wants for three days. I kick some rocks as I look down while I cross my arms and frown. “Do I need to put a collar on you or are you going to keep up” Laxus comments with a smirk and my face flares up with heat, I scowl “yeah right you wouldn’t dare, besides you’d have to tie me down and force it on me before I would wear a collar” I say in defiance.

“Ohh, a feral kitten huh, well well, that disobedience won’t do especially since this is a punishment for your own actions. I don’t think you wan’t me telling the old man you are going against your punishment do you? And you will refer to me as master for the next three days, understand” Laxus’s voice seeps cockiness. So this is his true self seeping out from his cold silent exterior huh, interesting...

“Alright fine whatever” I say and look away from him but I hear Laxus tsk, “alright fine, what?” He says to me and my face flushes again at his words, knowing what he wants me to say. I let out a low growl not making eye contact with him “alright fine! ......master” I fake barf at what I had to say and he just pats my head and motions for me to follow him.

I do but I keep grumbling about how bullshit this punishment was and how he was a kinky son of a bitch knowing he would hear me with that stupid extreme hearing he has, fucking dragon slayers. I just sigh as I try to calm myself down, I know Laxus won’t make me do anything really horrible....I hope.

Soon we approach a small but nice house and I see Laxus unlock it and walk in, no way first place we go is his house? I nervously follow behind him and shut the door. I look around and see it’s surprisingly not that messy, some clothing were strewn around the living room but it’s mostly fine, honestly better than mine. As I look around Laxus comes back from another room and throws a pillow and blanket at me and I look at him and quirk my eyebrow in confusion.

“You’ll need that for sleeping on the couch” He says and my mouth falls open “w-what? I-You..You want me to stay here? Like sleep and stay the night, and sleep on the couch?” I say stuttering and looking all around the room to avoid him.

He steps closer “Of course, anything I say goes right? And what’s wrong with the couch, I only have one bed, of course you can share it with me if you want.” He says stepping closer to me and I hold my hand up to my face to try and cover my blush because I’m about to have a heart attack at his words “and.. yes you’ll be staying here for the three days who knows if I’ll need something in the middle of the night... that only you can take care of” I almost passed out and died at his last comment, my virgin ears could only take so much and my imagination was running wild and putting very vivid ideas of what he could possibly need in the middle of the night.

I hear him chuckle and I stare at him in anger still red and blushing in embarrassment “you! Damn pervert! Ahg! Fine I will stay but I’m leaving to go get some stuff from my dorm then! I’ll be back.” I say promptly turning around and making my way out of his house and slamming the door as I leave.

I stomp toward Fairy Hills still seething in anger but also embarrassment “fucking tease! I’m gonna make his life hell! Oh who am I kidding I brought this upon myself breaking that damn rule, fuckkk! I don’t know if I’m going to love or hate these three days, maybe I’m a damn masochist” I say dramatically putting my head in my hands. I suddenly stop as I see Aaliyah and Freed sitting together eating ice cream in town.

I run over to them “Aaaaaliyahhhh, Freeeeed, save me I’m the slave of a monster! He’s making me call him master and stay at his house for the three days, I don’t think I’m going to survive! He won’t stop teasing me” I say while fake crying as I kneel in front of where they are eating, they both blink at me in surprise until Aaliyah starts laughing and Freed looks slightly amused.

“Haha! You say that like you don’t like getting teased, come on, be honest you love it!” Aaliyah says laughing and eating more of her ice cream. “I do not! I hate having to do whatever he tells me to, screw that! I’m an independent woman!” and Aaliyah laughs more at me and I twitch in annoyment. “You are such a liar” she says simply.

“Yes, I’ve known Laxus for a long time and I might add he can be quite the sadist and tease to people he’s close with, he must feel very comfortable around you, he usually acts bored and closed off with people, even us his own team at times, you must be quite the special woman Hannah.” Freed says with a small smile and I blush at his comment. “Y-yeah right, I’m just an easy target to him he can probably smell that I’m a virgin or some dragon slayer BS and knows I’ll be easy to mess with, the damn perv!” I say huffing and crossing my arms before sighing.

“So! Aaliyah how horrible is Freed being then!” I say and she just giggles “uh, he’s been great, I’m pretty sure we are just gonna hang out for three days together right?” She asks Freed and he nods “yes, I’m not quite into forcing women to do my bidding, they should be treated with the utmost gentlemanly care but to fulfill the punishment I’m simply ‘making her’ going to places with me for three days.” Freed says smiling at me.

Simp

My eye twitches and I clutch my fist “AHG! Why can’t Laxus be nice like you damnit!” I near scream in frustration and Aaliyah gives me a look “yeah right you two are perfect, you love getting teased and apparently he loves teasing you, just admit it, but whatever, Laxus should just ask you out anyways you obviously like each other.” She says taking another bite of her ice cream and finishing it.

“HAH! Yeah righhhhht Laxus would never like me come on! Whatever I’ve got to go get my stuff from my dorm for my sleep over with master! Hehe” I say that last part sarcastically. I wave at them while sticking my tongue out as I walk away but smile when my back is turned. I’m glad they are having a good time together, the cuties.

I go into my dorm and grab some clothing and other essentials for my three day excursion across town. As I leave with my packed bag I run into Levy “oh! Hannah are you going on a trip? You know I heard about you going on that S class quest ohh what a rule breaker you are, you know Natsu Lucy and Gray went on one too without permission a long way back, hehe brings back memories. But anyways I heard that your punishment was to do whatever Laxus told you to do! And same for Aaliyah to Freed! Ohh that is some seriously juicy erotic writing material, me Lucy and Cana are definitely looking forward to hearing about everything he makes you do” Levy say giggling evilly at me.

“LEVY! Oh my god I’m going to die before these three days is over and I’m packing because... UGH Laxus is forcing me to sleep at his house for the three days.” I say hanging my head as Levy squeels “Oh my Hannah It’s already so exciting! I hope you and him finally do it and get that sexual tension you two have out in the open.” she says and I almost fall over.

“Okay good god I’ll see you later!” I say rushing to get away from more embarrassing talking with Levy but I’m really just running towards more embarrassing moments with Laxus. I sigh dragging my feet towards his house. As I enter I don’t see him anywhere “Laxus?” I call out while looking around. I wander towards a door and I open it. For a second I’m so shocked I can’t do anything, my whole body is froze and my eyes feel like they are about to fall out from shock. I had just opened his bathroom door and there Laxus stood, in all his naked glory drying his hair after I assume he got out of the shower.

Our eyes meet our stare unbreaking as my brain catches up to what my eyes are seeing. 3...2...1.... “OH MY GOD!” I scream in horror as I turn around and trip over my own feet falling on the ground. I quickly scramble away slamming the door shut and crawling over to the corner of the living room and I put my arms around my legs that I had brought up to my chest. Thats...The second time I’ve walked in on him naked somewhere but this time his lower half wasn’t submerged in water and I got an eyeful of the whole thing. God...He was big all around huh? He wasn’t even hard.. I put my head down and groan still curled up in the corner.

I hear a voice clear his throat and I just shake my head not wanting to look at him. “Come on look at me” He says in his low sexy voice and I slowly raise my head and meet his eyes, if he can hear heartbeats then mine is probably giving him a headache from how loud and fast it’s beating. God he’s only wearing a towel right now but I can practically see him without it. “Look it was an accident I didn’t know you where in there, god I’m so sorry.” I say rambling and looking away from his gaze.

“It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean to barge in, you know that’s the second time that’s happened, if you wanted to see me naked you could just ask” He says smirking and I tip over and lean against the wall in defeat, steam practically coming from my head. This man...He really is something else. “But...if you want to make it up to me, then make me dinner.” He adds and I look at him, “I... Okay I can do that.”

He holds out a hand and I take it blushing more, and we both head towards the kitchen.

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