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ăăFLOWER GIRL AND WATER BOY
đđ âËâč⫠⊠Percy Jackson x Human! Florist! Reader
in which: Percy seems to always end up in your shop, no matter the circumstances.
authors note: y'all, I gotta come clean about this.. this was supposed to be a Frank fic but I don't think this would fit him đ. as much as I love my mans Frank, I gotta give him something that works with him, yk?
warnings: mention an injury & of death ( but only like once )
Having your own flower shop was always a part of the plan.
For generations, the very store you stood in has been a shop of any kind. Groceries, clothes, jewelry, booksâanything you could think of, it was probably stored in the place before. Though, after the death of your grandparent, the story was passed down to you. And since you loved flowers, of course you turned it into a flower shop.
Now, being a small business owner and a student in New York was pretty difficult. Especially getting money because most people would go to the bigger, larger stories with less authentic things. But thankfully, your friends and classmates made sure to help out.
They made flyers which helped more people come in, and they would come in whenever they could (even if they didn't need flowers.) They knew you ran the store by yourself, and you appreciated their help.
Though, there was one more thing you loved about having the shop open.
There was this boy that went to your school, Percy Jackson (who you found out that his real name is Perseus and not Percy,) that you weren't that close with. He seemed cool to you, of course. But something that kinda threw you off was that girls (and boys) just naturally traveled to him.
Look, a wise woman once said (aka you mother,) "don't go for a dude with too many girls (and boys) around him. It doesn't ever end up well."
So you took that advice with you everywhere you went. No matter how charming or amazing the dude was, he would always have to show that he didn't care about the attention he was gettingâand that he cared more about you than any of it.
And.. well, Percy had been showing that he didn't care.
Each time he would come into the shop, you thought he was here to get flowers from the shop for his potential next partner, but most of the time it was for his little sister or mom.
Or it was to talk to you.
You didn't know what he found so interesting in you, but he always found a way to talk himself into a conversation with you. Not that you minded, of course. Percy was a pretty cool dude. But there was something about him, like this odd feeling that you got in your stomach. But you just assumed it was you getting nervous.
But one day, Percy came into your shop (like he normally did,) but he seemed more nervous this time. More anxious, more afraid, and really? just not.. Percy. "Hey, Percy!" You greeted him, looking away from the flowers you were wrapping for a customer.
"Hey..Uhm, can I ask a really weird question?" He asked, walking up to the front desk.
You nodded and smiled. "Yeah? I work in a flower shop. I get asked odd questions all the time."
Percy slightly laughed, but winced. At that point, you had noticed he was holding his side. "So, I kinda fell off my skateboard and messed up my side.." He lifted up his shirt, showing the very obvious large, bleeding cut on his side. "Do you have a med kit I coul-"
At this point, you were already looking behind the desk for one. You knew you had one, with how clumsy a lot of passerby's are, sometimes you just need one. But that? I think we can both tell it had to be more than that.
"Here." You got back up and placed the medkit onto the desk. "You gonna need help with that?" You asked, looking at him with a concerned look.
"Would it be weird if I said yes?" Percy asked in return.
"Nah, it would be weirder if I said no."
[Little time skip :3]
At some point between you finishing patching Percy up, You could have sworn a customer had in. And since you were pretty much done with helping him, you were about to excuse yourself so you could help them out.
But before you could get up, Percy looked over at you. "Hey, Uhm, [Name]?"
"Hm?" You looked at him, a slightly confused look on your face.
"Thanks.. again. I know it's kinda weird to be helping someone you don't really know that well, but I really do appreciate it." He leaned up and smiled.
"No problem! I mean, you seem pretty cool and even if I don't really know you, it seems like you have a good reputation in the school." You nudged his shoulder.
"Do I?" He blushed. "I-I mean, yeah. I guess I do.." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Can I say one more weird thing?"
"Go ahead."
"I kinda want to be friends with you..?" He said slowly.
"Why is that a weird thing to say?" You laughed. "I wanna be friends with you too, Percy."
"Really?" He asked in a surprised tone.
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, really. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go help this customer." You got up, but before you left, you gave Percy a smile.
And he smiled back.
#đ âŽ: zuriâs fics!#guys this is so pookie#like I knew it was going to be cute??#but still#Percy Jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo x reader#pjo hoo toa
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pairing. jason toddâ đâ thief!fem!reader
requests. âyooo, i think you asked for jason's resquests so i would love to read a jason x thief reader, like a girl like selina yk, with very much tension xoxoâ ââ @lunasolac
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warning(s). angst, & criminal behaviour
IT WAS BARELY a month since he begged you to stop waiting outside his apartment window, but here you were, clad in black, desperate and hazy, knocking at the glass with bruised knuckles, practically praying he was at home tonight.
Practically twenty minutes later after hushed insults and petty words, you were sat upon his bathroom counter, vexed at how you had grown incompetent at your thievery over the past few days, watching Jason clean your cuts and massage your bruises with the pads of his fingers.Â
You had practised this back and forth for almost two years; heâd tell you to leave, convincing you he shouldnât be allowed petty thieves like you. He convinced you that he had changed. Yet, it was seemingly inevitable. Youâd always return, banging on the glass without the fear of it breaking, and heâd always tend to you, kissing your bloodied knuckles and allowing you to spill the stories that laced your tongue into his ear.Â
This time you had managed to get your hands on an artefact which you planned to hand over to a buyer for a couple thousand, but in the midst of your tribulations, the police you had become closely acquainted to caught you in the midst of your crime. Slipping the piece into your bag, you managed to slip away, apart from the group of men who seized you in the middle of your escape, explaining the bruises on your hands from your resistance.
Jasonâs eyes remained transfixed on your face as you recited the events of your unfortunate evening in the monotonous tone he realised you used whenever you were tiresome.Â
His thumb brushed your cheek, bringing you out of the trance your reciting caged you in.Â
Holding his gaze for a moment, you slipped off the counter, whispering a quiet âthank youâ that barely reached his ears.
Walking away with the intention of leaving, you sat down on the edge of his bed, prying your shoes on with your bandaged hands, but the sound of Jasonâs voice made you pause in your movement.
âYou can stay here tonight,â he offered, crossing his arms as he stared over at you, leaning against the doorframe.
Judgmental, or considerate; you couldnât tell what laced the tone of his words, or the expression on his face. You knew he definitely didnât want you to use this as an opportunity to practically move into his home.
Just for a night.
Staring at him like a bewitched deer in headlights, you slipped on your shoes, before your pants followed, kneeling down on the bed.
Your gaze flickered to the moonlight which shone perfectly through the open window, the gentle breeze causing the hairs on your body to prick up.
âYou okay?â His rough voice called out, as you felt the bed dip under the weight of his body.
âYeah, just thinking,â you replied.
It was true. Your mind was conflicted between accepting the help you had been offered by Jason and his adoptive brother, Dick Grayson, or continuing with your worthless life, filling the addiction with the gratification of stealing.
It was no lie you were still on a high from your little heist, but right now, you wanted to feel Jason against your skin.
Like a teenage schoolgirl, you were still fawning over the man. You were both delicate yet broken people, you made each other feel seen and understood. He was the muse of your daydreams and the nectar to your lips.
So, what was truly stopping you from pressing your sugar-tainted lips to his?
Self control, maybe.Â
Turning your body towards him, you pressed your lips into a thin line as he watched you adjust yourself.Â
âAre you sure you want me to stay?â You asked, a dazed expression on your face as you glanced at him.
âI âââ I want you,â he whispered, a small smirk adorning his lips, watching you as you became starry-eyed at his confession.Â
Without a moment passing, you elevated yourself with your knees, cupping his face with your hands as you kissed him. It wasnât a simple one, not like a first-kiss. Instead of hesitation; it was deep, instead of gentle; it was rough, instead of pure; it was lustfull.
His hands grasped at your waist, as you climbed into his lap, kissing him feverishly.
You parted to breath, a strand of saliva still connecting your mouths, the proximity of the two of you intoxicating.
âI need you to stay.â
#txt.#*dc#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd angst#jason todd smut#jason todd fluff#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd fic#red hood#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood x y/n#red hood smut#red hood fluff#red hood angst#arkham knight#arkham knight x reader#arkham knight x you
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Laughing at the fact DB asked me to âcome overâ like okay first of all weâre on the other side of the world from each other second ⊠literally WHAT would we do if I went to America I know exactly what would happen and there is little to nothing else that could stem from such a trip other than that. Thatâs a lot of money and effort spent travelling just for that bro get a girl in your own country goddamn đ
#everyone knows there would be nothing friendly going on if I went LMFAO boys are so obvious you just have to play along to give them the#satisfaction of them *thinking* theyâre tricking you or taking advantage but youâre just sitting there cause they help you take up time and#they can be entertaining sometimes#theyâre so daft istg like bro you think youâre using me ? youâre not Iâm *letting* you use me thereâs a difference đ#dora daily#keep in mind we had been taking for a consecutive couple of days and he says this#like if we were talking for some months or a year Iâd get it but bro#you know nothing of me literally what would we do over there together#his reaction to me telling him the Eris story was also telling cause he didnât react at all because he was doing the exact same to me LMFAOO#Iâm so funny guys heâs funny for that too#yk what he asked after? he was like are you into girls ? that was his only concern đ#like bro I bet you if I was into girls he would try to change me too#it would be a challenge in his eyes#because he knew I was aroace yet he still said things implying Iâll grow out of it#brother âŠ. what if I donât đ#anyways funny story time yay#like brother I am not going to that shit ass country only to come back bearing a discord boy junior LMFAO Iâm sobbing thatâs foul#also Iâm not gonna be with a computer science major nuh uh have you not seen the stereotype thatâs nasty đ#Iâm only with an architect :3#Iâm already in a relationship :333
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i held a manâs hand today
#this has been in my drafts since the 10th so please forgive me on the late update iâve been Busy âąïž#it all started on the weekend FG dropped me off at my choir performance for school and iâd been running around all day so i was all đ”âđ« tryi#to do everything in a timely manner and he was such a big help driving me around everywhere and stuff so sweet đ„° and as i was outside the#theatre he was handing me something? i canât even remember rn and he was like youâre going to do great all that good pep talk stuff and as i#was reaching for what he had in his hand i kinda just kept my hand there and he did too but i had to go so i just left and then he picked me#up after and that was that and then on sunday we we hanging out and i just went out and said it bc ya girl is no coward đ€ i said âi wanted#to do something yesterdayâ and he said ââok?â and i was like i wanted to hold your hand and he asked why didnât you? âbc i was nervy đŁâ and#then after some back and forth small joking he just took my hand and we held them in silence for a bit and i was explaining how im in my#head a lot and iâm really trying to not do that anymore esp with him and he was rubbing đđŸ my đđŸ hand đđŸ with đđŸ his đđŸ THUMB đđŸ#LIKE ANSJDKKFKFKFKLLDJCNCNJDJENNXXJJD#you see normally that makes me reeeallllyyt ticklish but it was so soothing i couldâve fell asleep right then and there i promise you and he#was so gentle with his voice and omgoodness this man#so then i had to go and he was like yk youâre going to have to let go bc thereâs no way im letting go đđłđ LIKE SIR#but ya thatâs the latest update đ«Ł#mutuals my beloved <3#vk overshares in the tags#friendly giant âąïž#fg
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alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 2!
(i tagged people who commented asking for part 2 but lmk if you want to be untagged)
pt1, pt3
tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix
cw: explicit smut, not thoroughly proofread, lucifer has a daddy kink, still in a hinge type relationship, hints to radioapple if you squint
other: i wrote part of this while very high so if there's a random perspective change just know i was cooking so hard with writing that i forgot to write in 2nd person pov
â let's be honest neither of them are particularly interested in the other halfs involvement in this equation
â but it's incredibly hard to deny that they work well together with you in the bedroom
â when they want to, of course.
â so there's a silent agreement between them that they usually put their beef aside cause like. they have you atleast.
â i think alastor would still want to be close though, so most often your head is laid in his lap or he's touching you somehow
â but there is a VERY strict line of sight he follows because depending on what exactly is going on this position makes it far too easy for the two men to just be staring at each other and that is 100% a no go for them
â which i mean, fair enough
â lucifer does tend to get a little possessive on the rare occasion alastor decides he wants to participate a little
"oh sweetheart, daddy is making you feel so good, right?" he would coo at you as he bullies his cock into you again.
alastor, tilting your head back with his hand, claws scraping at the soft skin of your neck. a good portion of your upper body is laid out on him, his other hand pinning your arm down.
"eyes on me, darling" he'd say, only for lucifer to give a particularly rough thrust, trying to get your attention back.
the main ground rule you had set is that they were not allowed to bicker with each other during intimate moments, so after a whine escapes your throat the two set it aside. for now.
â i feel like alastor is strictly a dom, especially considering most of the time he's not really physically participating
â lucifer id say is more of a service top. he wants you to feel good and he wants to know how good you feel.
â i think he'd bottom if you really wanted him too but like only if he gets to make you feel good yk
â alastor does particularly enjoy watching lcuifer go down on you, seeing you writhe in pleasure and moan so sweetly is like music to his ears.
â he'd love to broadcast this
â there is sometimes alastor takes a complete backseat though
â maybe he's not in the mood or just wanting a different angle
â so that's how you ended up riding lucifer while alastor gleefully watches from a chair beside the bed
"s'ok princess, you can do it" lucifer would say, hands on your hips as he guides you down on his cock. you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open.
with his guidance you start gently grinding your hips down, and lucifer lulls his head back, sweet praises falling out of his mouth.
"fuck.. that's it. ride daddy's cock. you're such a good girl" he'd moan as he rubs your clit. it's not long before he gets impatient though, wanting to hear more moans coming out of his pretty girl, hands returning to your hips as he bucks into you.
"you like it when he watches?" lucifer practically growls, hips thrusting up harder now. "cmon baby, talk to me" he'd gently tut, slowing down to such a painfully slow pace.
you're practically reduced to nothing, giving a weak moan, both of their smiles growing wider. "such a good duckling, letting daddy get his fill. gonna fill you up princess" lucifer says as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, another thing lucifer loved to do.
â alastor has never been a fan of the more personalized petnames lucifer calls you
â "duckling" "ducky" "doll"
â but he has some of his own
you're on your knees in alastors radio tower, the very rare occasion lucifer just isnt feeling up to it. he's never been a big fan of receiving head, and he's just not feeling it today, comfortably sat in a chair.
alastor on the other hand, his hands are wound tight into your hair as you suck him off. "oh my sweet doe, so desperate to please" alastor would purr, feeling your tongue swirl around his cock.
"i understand why you... indulge so often. our little pet is such a people pleaser, isn't she?" he'd chime to lucifer, who doesn't respond, not really atleast.
â but aftercare
â oh aftercare from these two is amazing
â the only time they firmly agree with each other and leave everything else behind is during after care.
â it doesn't matter which of them you want or what you want they're gonna make it happen
â if you want both of them that's great! and they definitely won't get mildy possessive of you at all!!
â lucifer is definitely a big cuddler
â and i feel like alastor would be about praise and affirmations, especially after playing "bad cop" the whole time.
â not that he minds that, mind you.
"darling you were amazing, im so proud of you" he'd say in a much gentler tone, stroking your hair as you lay on lucifers chest, whos pressing soft kisses across your face.
lucifers hands trace soft circles on your back as they both murmur affections to you, and when you finally slump your forehead to lucifers shoulder, they both breathe out a smile.
if he's feeling particularly charitable, lucifer will nod to alastor to take you, to cuddle with you. most of the time alastor declines respectfully, still not really prone to expose himself to touch.
but on the rare occasion he takes the offer, switching places as he cuddles into you, lucifer cracks a little smile.
they really do make a good team, don't they?
#lucifer smut#alastor#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel#alastor smut#smut#rambles#headcanons#hazbin hotel smut
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soft lauch? - đđŹđđ âœ
âż carlos sainz x influencer!reader (obvi)
âż y/n and carlos try to soft launch their relationship but his millennial mind canât comprehend the idea
â° i got a little crazy at the end guys so i sincerely apologize for that also thereâs a age gapâŠiâm sorry iâm obsessed with them sue me
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definitelynotyn is it time to start soft launching?
carlossainz55 Mi corazĂłn I need you to explain a soft launch to me again
‷ alexandrasaintmleux everyone take a minute to pray for y/n
â„ïž by author
landonorris LONGGGGG over due
‷ definitelynotyn weâve just been waiting for the right time
francisca.cgomes soft launch us? fs
‷ definitelynotyn letâs go over the captions
‷ carlossainz55 Alrighty then!
‷ pierregasly idc how many years go by iâll never get used to this
‷ definitelynotyn cry about it
‷ pierregasly i will
charles_leclerc You would hope so after almost 4 years of dating
‷ definitelynotyn itâs not our fault we can keep a secret sharl
‷ charles_leclerc Whatâs that supposed to mean đ€š
lilymhe carlos sainz deserves to be locked up for going after my little kitten when she turned 18 đŸ
‷ carlossainz55 Your just mad I got rizz
‷ lilymhe obviously not that good if your girl is eating lunch with me rn
‷ carlossainz55 @definitelynotyn Come home baby the kids miss you
‷ definitelynotyn omw đ
‷ lilymhe damnâŠsomeone took my bitch
georgerussell63 Nah iâm waiting for the hard launch engagement post
‷ carlossainz55 đ
alex_albon bros gonna catch a case đ
‷ danielricciardo Heâs ready to risk it all
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yn so baby girl coded đ
charles_leclerc My eyes đ
‷ yn oh please spare me the dramatics
landonorris you two make me sick đ€ą
‷ yn all iâm seeing is a bunch of hating jealous bitches đ€§đ„±
hoeforsainzzz guysâŠthat watch looks pretty familiar
f1wags đđđ
smoothoperator55 ykâŠiâve spent some time memorizing the arms and hands of the f1 drivers and let me tell youâŠthatâs gotta be carlos sainz đïžđïž
ynstan4lyfe some of you guys need to except the fact that carlos and her are just friends and nothing more
carlossainz55 Lucky guy
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operatorsainz ik yaâll seen that đ«Ł
danielricciardo How many times must I remind you that children are on this app
‷ yn itâs not my fault if they see it the age requirement is 13 đ€
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carlossainz55 4 years with you by my side â„ïž
charles_leclerc Tell her to cut her claws it looks like you asked a bear to scratch your back
‷ hoeforsainzzz HELLOOOO??????
carlossainzappendix HELLO THATS THE SAME PICTURE Y/N POSTED IN HER SOFT LAUNCH STHU
landonorris bless carlos and his millennial mind đ
iliveforcarlossainz welp this definitely wasnât on my 2024 bingo card
hearts4lando SHUT THE HELL UP 4 YEARS AND WE HAD NO CLUE?
flowersforyn soooâŠweâre not gonna talk about the 8 year age gap?
‷ alex_albon no his lawyers are on speed dial he was ready to risk it all
‷ yn shut up albono
yn oh baby đ
‷ carlossainz55 Did I do it wrong?
‷ yn yeah but itâs the thought that counts
maxverstappen1 Almost had it mate
alexandrasaintmleux whoever didnât pray for y/n this is your fault
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definitelynotyn
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definitelynotyn why is bro tryna rizz me up
francisca.cgomes HAHAHA HES SO OLD WHO TYPES WITH AUTO CAPS
‷ carlossainz55 Mature adults
‷ definitelynotyn excuse me?
‷ carlossainz55 I can never win
‷ lilymhe HAHAHA THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING UP HER SOFT LAUNCH
charles_leclerc He actually was sweating like a bitch when he realized he posted the same picture
lewishamilton Roscoe misses his godmother heâs in need for a visit
‷ definitelynotyn stop iâm coming over tmr
oscarpiastri 29 year old spaniard seen running around paddock looking disheveled and almost in tears after the realization hit that he ruined his girlfriends soft launch
‷ definitelynotyn thanks for the update osc
carlossainz55 Babe please iâm on my knees begging forgive me
‷ landonorris stand up carlos
‷ definitelynotyn donât you have a race to lose or something?
‷ landonorris maybe in a different lifetimeâŠyou arenât my bully đ
‷ definitelynotyn oh go cry me a river
‷ landonorris i will
alexandrasaintmleux i wish charles was this down bad for me
‷ charles_leclerc GirlâŠâŠâŠ..
‷ yn is what you are? đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
‷ charles_leclerc You are my biggest hater
‷ definitelynotyn proudly
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yn ruined my soft launch but itâs ok cause the D is fire đ„ yeah, i said it.
carlossainz55 Mi corazĂłn es tuyo â„ïž
‷ yn â„ïž
charles_leclerc You guys should pay for my therapy since iâve spent the last 4 years sleeping in the room next to yours
‷ carlossainz55 Get ear plugs
ynlos ik those bitches are like bunnies đ«Ł
hoeforsainzzz y/n giving us a little snack đ©
ynstan4lyfe i would like to take back what i said on her soft launch
danielricciardo Your pr managers are quaking with rage right now I know it
‷ yn i was gonna say something but then i chose peace đ
‷ georgerussell63 Thatâs a first
‷ yn alright bro your entire existence is a meme calm down đ€Łđ€Ł
‷ georgerussell63 I can always count on you to make me cry
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carlossainz55 Dibs
francisca.cgomes WOAH THERE BUDDY
arthur_leclerc thatâs enough instagram for the day.
landonorris my poor eyes
yn best pillow đ
‷ carlossainz55 Just for you
ynissocutiepatootie her side profile đđ
ynsmywife carlos sainz canât handle allat
carlando this altered my brain chemistry
carlitossainz brotha donât know what to do with allat
charles_leclerc Every time I open this app man I canât escape it đ
‷ yn is that a little bitch i hear?
‷ charles_leclerc You wound me
maxverstappen1 Wasnât prepared for that
carlossainz55 All you bitches can stay mad
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yns.asskisser Date night with the missus
yn WOOF WOOF MEOW đđđđ
đ€€ SMASH SMASH SMASH YOU CAN HAVE IT ANY DAY ANY WHERE ANY TIME
‷ yns.asskisser I love u mami
yn do you want head?
‷ yns.asskisser Always baby đ
‷ charles_leclerc JUST BECAUSE THIS IS A PRIVATE ACCOUNT DOESNT MEAN OTHER PEOPLE CANT SEE IT
landonorris aw you sick bastard
lilymhe what is it finna playâŠWOAHHHH
alexandrasaintmleux i miss the person i was 10 seconds ago
francisca.cgomes you and y/n put 50 shades of grey to SHAME
alex_albon so whoâs coming to church with me and lily on sunday? đ
‷ pierregasly me and kika
‷ charles_leclerc Me and alexandra
‷ oscarpiastri me and lily
‷ danielricciardo Me
‷ schecoperez Me
‷ maxverstappen1 Me
‷ yukitsunoda0511 Me
‷ lewishamilton Me and roscoe
‷ georgerussell63 Me and carmen
‷ landonorris me
‷ joris__trouche me
‷ lance_stroll me
‷ logansargeant me
‷ fernandoalo_oficial Me
‷ yn yaâll mad iâm getting my world rocked every night đ€Șđ€Ș
â„ïž by author
#f1 smau#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz smau#f1 imagine#f1
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A CHRIS X READER THAT IS POC I BEG YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BUT YK HOW THEY DID THAT COLLAB WITH SAM AND COLBY, TARA, JAKE, LARRAY AND JOHNNIE
BUT DURING THE COLLAB CHRIS WAS BEING REAL TOUCHY WITH THE READER LIKE WHEN SHE BENDS OVER HED PUT HIS HANDS ON HER CROTCH BUT NB SEES IT AND THEY EVENTUALLY F*CK PLS
last time
chris sturniolo x poc! reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, cursing, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, poc! reader, sexual jokes
a/n: writing for this friend group was so funnn
enjoyyy<33
âwait, ok chris! let me get up!â i exclaimed, laughing as chris squeezed his arms around me tighter.
we were currently at the tripletâs house with his brothers, jake, johnnie, tara, larray, sam, and colby.
when the entire group agreed we were hungry, i offered to make us something.
âso, whatâs on the menu?â colby asked, eyebrows raised as he clapped his hands together excitedly.
ânothing, if chris doesnât let me get up to make itâ i spoke, causing him to glare up at me and squeeze me even tighter.
upon hearing the words, the entire group yelled at chris to get off of me, the hunger beginning to make them cranky.
âfineâ he grumbled as he let go of me, allowing me to stand up.
i began to make my way to the kitchen when tara spoke up, âwait! iâll help youâ she smiled as she walked over to me.
once we got to the kitchen, which happened to be just out of earshot from the couch that the rest of the group resided on, she began to speak.
âso, you and chris arenât together, right?â she asked.
i raised my eyebrows at her suspiciously at the statement, squinting at her. âwhy?â
she lightly chuckled at that, âi just noticed you guys are really touchy, but i donât wanna assume anythingâ she said, raising her hands in defense.
i laughed at the gesture, âno, youâre ok. i donât know what we are, honestly. i mean, weâre really close, probably closer than friends should be. but, neither of us are ready for a relationship, you know?â
it was true, chris and i had done some questionable things for just being friends.
itâs not like we had sex often, we just happened to get caught up in the moment once or twice.
âŠand a few times after thatâŠ. and a few more after those times.
but other than that, we had a completely normal friendship.
we were both aware of each otherâs feelings, but we were content with where our relationship was at.
why risk messing everything up when weâre both happy ?
âso you guys donât want to be in a relationship, you just want to act like youâre in one?â she pointed out, âthat logic seems a bit flawed to meâ
âyou do have a point, but honestly? change is scary, and iâm not willing to completely dismantle mine and chrisâs relationship because i got greedyâ i spoke.
she tilted her head, squinting her eyes, âis that not what youâre doing right now?â she deadpanned. âyouâre not worried that fucking around will ruin your relationship first?â
my eyes widened at the statement, âwhen did i say we were fucking around?â i defended, taken aback at how quickly she was able to figure it out.
âso yâall are? i knew it!â larray joined in, suddenly appearing next to me.
i quickly shushed him, not wanting chris to hear the conversation from his spot on the couch.
âkeep your voice down, heâs right there! and where did you even come from?â i asked.
i glanced over to chris to determine whether he had heard the conversation, only to be met with his eyes already on me.
âyou think he knows weâre talking about him?â tara whispered to us, catching his gaze on me.
âi donât know, but girl heâs eye fucking the shit out of you right nowâ larray told me.
my jaw dropped at his words, a light giggle falling from my lips.
âoh our girlâs getting dicked down tonightâ tara joined in.
âyâall have to stopâ i spoke, the two collectively laughing at my flustered state.
suddenly, chris got up from his spot, beginning to walk over to the kitchen.
âoh shit, heâs coming overâ i whispered to them.
âokay girl, go get your pasta and lobsterâ larray spoke, beginning to walk away.
âyou got this!â tara whispered, walking away with him.
before i knew it, chris stood in front of me, a light smirk growing on his face.
âyou guys talkin about me?â he asked, his hands finding their way to my waist.
ânoâ i denied, despite of us both knowing it wasnât true.
"mmhm, you tell them how good i make you feel?â he asked as his fingers ran over the skin under my t-shirt.
âchrisâ i spoke, swallowing harshly.
âhow you act all innocent in front of everyone else, but in bed youâre a freak?â he whispered into my ear.
âchris!â i scolded him, lightly slapping his chest. âwhatâs gotten into you?â
âwhat do you think? youâre walking around in this skirt, showing off your thighs. all i can think about is shoving my head between themâ he spoke, his hands running down my body.
just before they could make their way to my thighs, a voice made us pull away, âyou guys are real cute and all, but iâm hungry! chris, please just let her make our foodâ jake yelled from his spot.
his words caused tara to smack him upside the head, his face contorting into a wince at the feeling.
âwhat are you making anyway? we have, like, no food in our fridgeâ matt spoke up.
âoh, i know. i was just gonna make pizza rollsâ i answered.
âwe donât have any pizza rollsâ nick spoke, brows furrowing in confusion.
âyeah, we doâ chris spoke, pulling them out of the freezer, âi bought her someâ
i smiled bashfully at the statement, mouthing a âthank youâ to chris.
he lightly nudged me with his shoulder in response, a smile of his own growing on his face.
âyou two make me sickâ colby spoke, âdonât be jealous, itâs not my fault no one buys you pizza rollsâ i defended.
his eyes widened at that, taking offense to the words.
âok, but wait, you said you were cooking something. this entire time i thought you were actually making us a mealâ nick said, the group making noises of agreement.
âlisten, yâall ! iâm not, nor did i ever claim to be a chef. i donât know what you thought, but you were wrongâ i spoke playfully.
âand nick, you know thereâs no food, this is your house. where did you think i was getting ingredients from?â i asked as i placed the pizza rolls on a sheet.
âgirl i donât know, but pizza rolls arenât gonna fill anyone up, those are like appetizersâ
âok then donât eat anyâ i shrugged as i finished emptying the package.
âyâall can order something if you want, iâm really just craving pizza rollsâ with that the group began to have a conversation about what they wanted to order.
âiâll have some of your pizza rollsâ chris spoke from beside me.
âgoodâ i smiled up at him, before grabbing the baking sheet to place in the oven.
i bent over, pulling the oven open to place the sheet on the rack.
when my skirt rose up slightly, chris didnât waist a second in placing his hand on my ass.
he quickly dipped his fingers into my panties, rubbing my heat.
he used his free hand to pull my front half back up, quickly covering my mouth with the palm of his hand.
âhmphhhâ i lightly moaned into his hands, as his fingers explored my wetness, collecting my arousal on his fingers.
before i knew it, his fingers left my body, as he turned me around to face him.
he placed his fingers, which were now coated in my juices, into his mouth.
i watched intently as his tongue swirled around each finger, lapping at them like a starved man.
âhm, just needed a tasteâ he spoke, smirking at my shocked state, âyou should probably close thatâ
âclose what?â i asked him as i blinked rapidly, attempting to recover from his actions.
he nodded towards the oven with his head, âi donât know how well theyâll cook if you leave the door openâ he raised his eyebrows at me.
he was having the time of his life right now.
âuh- yeah, yeah youâre rightâ i spoke as i quickly closed the oven door.
âneed some help with that?â chris asked as he stared down at my thighs, which were involuntarily clenching together.
i was doing my best to hold it together, but his actions turned me on far more than iâd like to admit.
âiâm fineâ i spoke quickly, hoping he wouldnât point out the fact that i was obviously lying.
but he, being chris, would never give me the luxury of sparing me from his teasing.
âreally? you donât look fine. you look like you need to be ruinedâ he whispered into my ear.
âchris, iâm not gonna have sex with you with all of these people in the houseâ
âreally? donât think thatâs stopped you beforeâ he spoke cockily.
âwe said that the last time was gonna be it, remember?â i reminded him, placing my hand on his chest.
âyeah, youâre right, we have to stop. so weâre done doing thisâ he nodded his head at me.
âyup, thatâs it. itâs doneâ
well, it was done. until-
âfuck, chris! yes, yes, yes ! right fucking there, holy shitâ i did my best to keep quiet, as chris pounded into me from behind.
âone last time, just one last timeâ he whispered to himself while he drove himself in and out of me like his life depended on it.
âif this is the last time, iâm gonna make sure you remember that no one else will ever fuck you like i doâ he whispered into my ear, chest pressing against my back while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
â you got that? can you say it back to me, princess? â
âi- no one, no one will ever fuck me like you doâ i heaved out, fisting his sheets as continued to push himself deep inside of me.
âdamn rightâ he rasped, as he gave my ass a slap, eliciting a moan from me.
âgod, what did i do to deserve you? youâre so fucking good for me, holy shitâ his head fell back as he moaned out.
âyou feel so good in me, chris. donât want anyone else, just youâ i spoke back to him.
âyeah? am i making you feel good, baby? thatâs all i ever want, just want you to feel goodâ he whispered, his fingers digging into my waist.
âyou always do, baby. always feel so good with youâ i moaned back.
my mind grew fuzzy as he went from giving sharp, quick thrusts to slow and deep ones, allowing me to feel every inch of him.
âlove fucking you hard, but i gotta show you how much i care bout youâ he spoke before burying his nose into my neck.
he placed a sweet kiss to the skin, before pulling it between his lips.
he sucked on the skin until it became darker, making it known that he had been there.
his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body as his cock stretched out my pussy.
âi donât- fuck chris, itâs so goodâ i choked out as he continued to leave kisses against my skin.
âlove seeing you like this, all fucked out under me. youâre so fucking beautiful, canât believe youâre even realâ he whispered.
âall yours, chris. youâre the only one who gets to see me like thisâ
i pushed my hips back into him, grinding on his dick, as he wrapped a hand around my neck to choke me.
âgod, oh my-â he whined out his dick twitching inside of me.
âyou gonna cum for me, chris?â i asked as i felt myself on the brink of my own orgasm.
âyes, yes, please cum with meâ he whispered, head dropping to the crook of my neck as he shot his seed inside of me.
he continued to thrust into me, the coil in my stomach snapping as i coated his cock in my pleasure.
coaxing me through my orgasm, he gave a few more sloppy thrusts, before gently pulling out of me.
âdid so good for meâ he mumbled, pressing a light kiss to my shoulder.
âwas that good ? did i hurt you?â he asked as he went to lay down next to me.
âof course it was good, chris. and iâm okayâ i told him, cupping his cheek.
âgood, let me clean you up and we can cuddle?â he asked, a grin taking over his features.
âyeah, sounds goodâ i spoke as i heard my phone vibrate on chrisâs nightstand.
when i opened it up, i was met with unopened text messages:
THE ULTIMATE CROSSOVER âïž(10 MEMBERS)
matty b đđ»ââïž 9:01 pm
SHUT THE HELL UP ! WE CAN HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY OUT HERE
nick đ 9:01 pm
oh great you guys pissed off mat
(i agree w him)
johnnie đ§đ» 9:02 pm
iâm just waiting for my food
jake đžïž 9:10 pm
CHRIS STOP FUCKING AND TELL US WHAT U WANT SO WE CAN ORDER OUR FOOD
tara đ
9:10 pm
YOU SHOULDâVE GOTTEN IT BEFORE THEY DISAPPEARED TOGETHER
TF WERE U EXPECTING DUMBASS
larray đ
đœ 9:15 pm
đ+ đŠ
if itâs not snowing she ainât going yâall
sam đ»đ 9:34 pm
update: we ate your pizza rolls
colby đ»đ 9:34 pm
weâre still hungry hurry up
y/n âïž 9:41 pm
MY PIZZA ROLLS ???
FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U HOES
IMMA FIGHT YâALL đ€șđ€ș
chris đŠ 9:41 pm
oops
my bad guys
nick đ 9:42 pm
chris come do the walk of shame out here so i can beat your ass đ
TARA đ§đ»ââïž 9:20 pm
đđđđ
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maybe a lil fic with steve yk like he thinks you're together but r just thinks that they're just friends cuz she thinks he acts that way with everyone (he doesn't). so when he's like "we're going on that dinner date, right?" and she's just so confused and flabbergasted "since when did we start dating??"
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steve harrington x fem!reader (this ended up being long⊠iâm shocked)
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âhere comes loverboy.â
your brows pinched together at maxâs words. looking over your shoulder to see steve leaving the register, heading back towards your booth with a pastel pink box in hand.
the boy slid into the open seat beside you. shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. his warmth radiating off his body blankets you from the february chill that seeps into the dinerâs walls.
âwhatâs in the box?â robin questioned while making a grab for it. steve quickly slapped- gently tapped- the approaching hand away. robin making a scene for no one.
ânot for you, buckley. for my favorite girl.â and steve looked directly at you.
âaw, thanks steve-o.â max fawned. a simple giggle slipped from your mouth while steve rolled his eyes. ânot for you either, rugrat. only for my favorite, most special girl.â finally sliding the pastry box in front of you.
steve tapped his fingers against the table top, âthey had your go-tos so i got one of each.â your cheeks warmed as you opened the top, âyou didnât have to, stevie.â
âyeah, stevie. what about us?â robin pointed between her and max, a twisted pout to her face.
steve eyed them, âwhat about you two? get your own stuff.â huffing like they were insane to think steve would do anything of that level for them.
eyeing the different options you grabbed a donut and proceeded to spilt the item into four small bites. handing off two for max and robin, replacing them with another two, one for you and the other for steve. hand waiting for steve, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist delicately as he bites into his awaiting treat. you chuckle at the silliness.
âyou too are gross.â robin declared with her mouth full. steve copied her actions, âsays you. close your mouth while chewing.â placing his hand over his mouth in after thought.
âso,â speaking up to change the subject, âany nice plans this week?â referring to valentineâs day on wednesday.
âlucas says heâs taking me some place special, which might be the arcade.â max played it cool but you could tell it affected her in a good way.
âband practice is my special valentine. canât complain too much.â robin punctuated her sentence with a sip of water.
âwhatâs the dynamic duo gonna do on the day of love?â max teased, batting her lashes while cupping her cheeks.
you shrugged, âdonât think we have plans-â âyes we do.â steve is quick to fix you misunderstanding.
there was a surprised spark in your eyes, âwe do?â
steveâs brows furrowed, âyeah. i told you about the dinner date i scheduled.â now your bows scrunched, âyeah, but i thought you were going on a date.â
steve leaned towards you, âi am. with you.â punctuation on those two words, letting every letter hit you in the face.
you sat shell shocked, eyes focused over steveâs shoulder while robin and max almost jumped from their vinyl seats.
âfor real?â âsince when were you dating?â
at the word dating you shook away any incoming thoughts and waves away their curiosity. âweâre not dating. weâre just friends. steveâs like this with everyone.â knowing that would end any discussion.
three sets of eyes stared you down, you wanted to shrink into the ground from the attention. âwhat?â a squeak at their baring eyes.
âsteve is only sugary sweet to you. do you not remember five minutes ago? when he bought you treats, without you asking, then told me and max to fuck off.â robin questioned.
âlanguage-â âi didnât say that-â
max waved you both off, âwhatever. what robin is trying to get at is, you are dating. steve openly flirty banters with you, you reciprocate in a flustered mess, and steve has hearts beaming from his corneas.â maxâs palms smack onto the table.
your mouth opened, then closed. open, close, open, close. âi just,â you hands flapped about, âi- i thought he just- you knowâŠâ
âno we donât, but please, tell us.â robin eyed you wolfishly.
anxiously you pinched the skin around your fingers, teeth biting into your bottom lip, eyes darting everywhere not knowing what your next move was.
âalright, enough teasing. letâs just get everyone home.â steve broke the silence. sliding out beside you then holding a waiting hand out, you couldnât help but just to stare at it, like it might bite you or something.
âitâs alright, sweetheart. weâll talk later.â soft, kind filled brown eyes watched your movements as you set your palm to his and he help you exit the booth smoothly. steve gave a squeeze before releasing his hold and your chest felt heavy again.
he called you sweetheart. he usually throws pet names about, but this one just felt⊠different. your brain connected to it differently.
robin and max were silent on the drive to their houses, radio at medium volume, but they kept the backseat of the bmw silent as a church mouse.
you could barely look steveâs way, barely glance at him from your peripheral. he didnât seem tense from your words just⊠dejected. a gloomy cloud hanging over his head and itâs because you friend zoned him while he thought you both were together.
no chance he wants to be with you now, blew it for yourself before you even had a proper chance. you wallow in silence.
robin was the first to be dropped off. steve came to a slow stop in front of her tiny house, shifting into park so he could look back with a gentle smile, âcall if you need anything. and try not to do anything clumsy.â
robin rolled her eyes in a playful manner, âiâll try not to dad.â and she left with a comforting squeeze of your bicep.
steve waited until robin waved you off an closed her front door. âokay mayfield, home or someplace else?â he always asked when driving her.
âumm, wheelerâs. please.â yeah, she felt sorry about earlier. her please and thank youâs were a bit sparring.
again silence. you wanted to speak, but with max still in the car you held your tongue. pinching at the material of your jeans while eyeing the scenery passing by in a blur, you couldnât help flinching at the touch of skin covering your own. you looked down cautiously to see steveâs right hand resting over your fidgeting one, stopping your mindless action.
the fifteen minute drive pasted into two minutes when you saw the big two story home come into view. you saw a couple of bikes laying in the front yard and suspected the boys also were invading the family home.
âthanks for the ride. iâll be fine to get home later.â shuffling mixed with her words before popping the left back door open. a soft thud followed her exit then she stopped outside your window and lightly tapped.
you rolled it down with concern at her sorrow filled expression. âiâm sorry. about earlier. i wasnât trying to-â
âmax,â cutting her off, âitâs okay. i know you didnât mean harm and plus, mightâve opened my eyes today.â playing coy with your words.
a smile flickered at her lips while her eyes looked over your shoulder. she left with a pep to her step and you were finally alone with your steve.
âso wanna-â âdid you really think we werenât dating?â
you could help your light chuckle, âgetting straight to the point i see.â
steve sputtered, âi just- it felt like weâve been on multiple dates. and- and weâre very touchy with each other, always there for each other. i just- i just thought we were dating after the trip to chicago.â
that did turn into a pretty romantic trip now that you thought back on certain scenarios. âi think iâm just blind to romantic advances. didnât think i was your type.â mumbling the last part.
youâve seen the girls steveâs been with in the past. all perfect, petite, not quite hair out of place and makeup painted over delicate skin. you werenât those things, you were messy at times, flyaways sticking up from nonexistent static, stains appearing on your clothes without knowing.
you didnât deserve steve, he deserved someone-
âhey.â a finger crooked under your chin and moved your head from its slumped position. steve homely brown eyes darted over your face, your imperfections. you wanted to flinch away. he mustâve read your mind since her cupped your cheeks with his warm palms.
âyou are none of those things i know your thinking too much about. you are completely deserving of being loved deeply and iâm happy to be that person to pour his soul into yours. if youâll verbally say yes so weâre on the same page this time.â
your own hands wandered to hold onto steveâs wrist, âthat was quite romantic of you. didnât think of you to be a sap.â deflecting a bit from nerves.
steve smiled brightly, âfor you iâll always be a sap. practically turn into honey for you.â leaning over his console to press a kiss onto the tip of your nose. âso what do you say, wanna give us a proper go?â
you bit into your bottom lip, âi guess i could try.â smiling so wide your cheeks ached as steve dotted kisses over your face, not suppressing your giggles of glee.
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what about Valentino, Vox and maybe Stolas when their card declines on a date,yk those couple of gut wrenching awkward seconds before their s/o nervously offers to pay. Thank you in advance if you take this up <3
Wait, what?!
Valentino
"I'm sorry sir, your card declined."
Val sat there for several moments, mind taking a minute as he'd never actually heard those words in that order directed at him.
Turning away from you, he'd stare at the server, the feline demon patiently standing there.
Val sat there for another minute, comprehending the utter fucking audacity of a bitch.
"Your fucking with me right?"
He asked, genuinely giving her a chance to back peddle.
When she just kept standing there, Val jumped to his feet, scowl flaring crossing his features.
"Bitch, I dont need a fucking card, I own the fucking building!" He screamed at her, the girl stumbling back.
He'd go off, snarling at the girl for disrupting your date night, and for something so fucking stupid.
By the end of his rant the restaurant owner had come out, trying to mediate the situation.
He'd chewing him out, asking what kind of incompetent shitheads he hired.
As he did, you'd approach, placing a hand on him. He'd spin around, prepared to snarl at someone, but quickly backed down, shoulders slumping.
You'd take his hand in your own, leading him back to your table, sitting down.
You'd sit in silence for a little while, the restaurant popping up with some 'Complementary Desserts', the two of you eating in silence before he sighed, taking your hand into his.
"I'm sorry for blowing up like that in front of you." He spoke softly.
He was always sure to keep a certain image for you. He did a lot of bad things, far more then even you knew about, as such he did his best to keep a certain image in your eyes.
And loosing his cool and screaming at some girl wasn't helping said Image.
You sighed, smiling as you squeezed his hand.
"It's alright, I'd probably lose my cool too if my employees asked me something like that."
Val chuckled at that, leaning in to kiss your hand.
"I could apologise to her if you'd like?" He asked softly.
To which you'd laugh, scoffing as you waved him off. "Please, as if. That dumb bitch asked you for a credit card in your own club."
At that Val broke into laughter, getting up and stantching you up, kissing you deeply as he carried you out of the restaurant, the two of you only kissing deeper as you left the restaurant, your kissing only getting more heated as you made it to your Limo.
Vox
The night had been set up so perfectly.
He'd gotten a reservation at an extremely classy joint, but not too classy. He wanted it to be like 'yeah, I've got a shit tone of money, but we can still talk without people glaring at us'. That kinda fancy.
So there you were, at the end of an incredible meal, the two of you dining on some very tasty deserts when Vox had given his card, a Luxury very few in Hell had, to pay for your meal.
And as the server came back, the man expecting to be given his card back, instead the server leaned in, speaking those simple words.
"I'm sorry sir, your card was declined."
The Television headed Demon froze, screen glitching as he processed what the actual Hell they'd just said.
Vox turned to the server, staring at them for several moments before he got up, grabbing the server before getting up, and spinning them around, growling at him what the fuck he meant.
He fucking dragged the server away, getting the fucking manager, the two having an exceptionally unsubtle screaming match in the kitchen at the insult to him, Vox, fucking King Teck of Hell, having his fucking card brought back.
After some apologetic words from the manager and getting your meal comped, he'd return.
He'd act as though nothing happened, the man acting all cool and composed, while you just went along with it, finishing your deserts.
And despite the incident, you'd go on to have a lovely night, the man taking you back to his place where you ended the night on a spectacular note.
You had tea, and suggled on a couch and just shared some wholesome intimacy.
Stolas
The night was going incredibly.
You'd been enjoying your meal, talking and laughing, telling stories and jokes, it felt like the science block of a highschool, cause you had chemistry.
The night was going so well, that he was barely aware when he paid the bill, the man in the middle of a hilarious story when the server came back.
"Your card was declined."
He spoke bluntly, with no tact whatsoever.
Stolas froze, head snapping up at him, a frown quickly crossing his face as he stared at the server, the man simply staring back, hand extended, clearly expecting payment.
And so, without missing a beat, Stolas raised his hand, still with a frown, he'd wave his hand, a portal about the size of a dinner plate appearing besides him, before he simply reached in, before pulling out a sack, dropping it before him, the sack opening to reveal a small stack of golden coins.
Pulling out a few he dropped them into there servers hand, telling him bluntly.
"For the bill. No tip."
The server, grumbling to himself, turned and left, the man growling all the way.
Clearing his throat, he'd adjust his attire before turning back to you, finishing his story.
You'd go on to have another desert, Stolas paying with gold, expecting full change.
Which he'd get, with a saide of stink eye from the man.
After the desert and another glass of wine, you'd head back to his, and after another bottle of wine, you'd end up sleeping together.
No, not sex. You'd curl up on one of Stolas' more comfortable couches, the big owl man holding you close, the events of the night long gone from your mind as you slept the night away, comfy and happy in his embrace.
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Hi!!! Could you please do aftercare headcannons for Percy??
àčpercy jackson | aftercare headcanons
â radiostar is playin': dancin' in the dark by bruce springsteen... !
warnings: allusions to sex, language
a/n: of course, here you go!
As soon as you finish, Percy puts all his self-control avoiding pressing his naked body against yours again and giving you neck kisses.
Because he's so passional, he loves having you close even after hours of kissing, touching, and handling you so well as those ocean waves he loves to surf.
So he rolls over and stares at the ceiling of his room, trying to calm down but still takes your hand to let you know he's there with you and won't leave you alone.
Gods, because he's such a sweetheart.
He looks to the side and admires your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, the flush on your face makes him want to affectionately attack you, then he curses inwardly again.
He doesn't want to overwhelm you.
A true loverboy, fr
When he finally decides to sit on his bed, he watches you and approaches gently. "everything okay, angel?" And you look at him blushing, hiding in his sheets with a cheeky smile that he can barely see.
"Look, there she is," and he smiles at you in that way that would make you fall back into his arms.
He brushes your hair away from your face and combs it back gently, while praising you. "Good girl" "You did so well" and when he finally sees that you're better, he holds you in his arms for a few moments.
He stays like that while asking you what you want to do, giving you options: eat, shower, more kisses? (he could kiss you all the time).
He moves you to the bathroom and lets you shower, he'll probably be outside doing something for you to eat and change the sheets (because they're soaked, yk, yk)
You come out and leave him to clean up, then you go to the room and put on one of his oversized t-shirts.
You make the bed better (because your silly bf left it half made).
He watches you from the frame of his door until you see him and he approaches to hug you and give you a kiss on the forehead, even with his wet hair dripping onto yours that's barely starting to dry.
The rest of the time, you eat in bed and watch TV.
So fuckin cozy.
He's totally happy when you finally hug him tight while watching a movie because he can finally hug you, kiss you, and caress you fervently again.
He loves you, he can't be away from you.
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tell me a joke âą hjs
pairing: husband!joshua x wife!reader, established relationship & parent au
genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!, fluff, slice of life, reader is jealous
synopsis: reader definitely isn't jealous when she sees her husband making another woman laugh, and she'd like to know what is so funny.
warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), slight dom/sub dynamics, implied jealousy, joshua makes a bad joke (my bad).
a/n: i do think joshua is funny but for the purposes of this fic, reader doesnât give him enough credit đđ enjoy. this is sort of ass but yk.
your husband was funny, but he wasnât that funny. your attention keeps being. pull from the group conversation youâre having, to your husband and another woman having a conversation a few feet away. you donât have a problem with joshua talking to and with other women, you trust your husband and donât feel threatened by other women. but, the amount of laughter youâve heard come from her mouth in the last few minutes is enough to make your eyebrows raise and be curious as to when joshua picked up a side career as a comedian. again, heâs funny, but he is not that funny.
casting another glance in that direction, you take a notice of the hand she places on his arm and decide youâd like to hear some of the jokes heâs been telling, since heâs so funny. âhold on, iâve got to go check on my husband,â you say to the group of women youâre currently talking to, downing the rest of the water in your cup and setting it down on the table. they all cast their eyes on joshua, a few of them snickering.
âdo what youâve got to do, girl,â you appreciate the support and start to make your way towards joshua until you are intercepted by tiny arms wrapping themselves around your legs.
âmama, we found a lizard!â your daughter shouts, bouncing on her feet. you look at her with big eyes and wide smile, bending down to pick her up and swoop her in your arms.
âreally? was it a baby? or was it big?â you ask, carrying her over to joshua with you. itâs probably messed up to use your own daughter as a reason to interrupt your husband talking to another woman, but you donât want to come off as jealous or clingy.
âmmm, in the middle. it was so cool, mommy! can i get one?â she asks, making you give her an absolutely not look. she pouts and gives you puppy eyes that always work on you, and sigh.
âletâs ask papa,â you say, sidling up next to joshua and interrupting the conversation. joshua looks over at you and your daughter and smiles a big smile, opening his arms to engulf the two of you in a hug. you feel a sense of relief wash over you, and you wish you didnât because you really do trust joshua, you just donât know the woman heâs talking with.
âask me what?â he asks, a curious look on his face.
âoh, papa, can i get a lizard? please?â she begs, reaching for him. if anything, he was the one who would crack easiest out of the two of you. the moment she asks for anything, he usually says yes unless itâs extreme, but even then heâll take it into consideration.
joshua flashes you a look of confusion and kisses your daughter on the cheek. âa lizard?â
âyes, papa, we just found one! oh, put me down please!â she struggles to get out of his grip until he sets her feet down on the ground, and she takes off running to go play with the other kids. you can help but laugh, your daughter being a ball of energy neither of you really know where to place.
âthat girl, i tell you,â he chuckles, watching her run off and play with a look in his eye that breaks your heart in the best way. itâs the same look he had the first time he held her after you gave birth, one that lets you know that thereâs nothing in this world that he loves more than being a father. âbut hey, honey.â he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him.
neither of you are too big on PDA, but you take the opportunity to kiss him, the hand thatâs not holding onto his going to rest on his abdomen. when you two pull apart, he looks at you quizzically before remembering that youâre in front of company. âoh, minhee, this is my wife, y/n,â you give her a polite smile and extend your hand.
âhi, im yejiâs mom,â she says and you nod, the polite smile on your face. but you never drop joshuaâs hand and he rubs the back of it with his thumb.
you decide that youâve really seen enough and that itâs time for you to go back to the group you just came from. âwell, it was nice to meet you!â you turn to your husband and kiss him on the cheek, your hand resting on his side. he can tell thereâs something up, but heâs not sure what it is and knows itâs not the time to bring it up. he squeezes your hand before you slip away and out of his grasp, and makes a mental note to bring it up later.
slipping into bed, you pull on your glasses and pick up the book on your nightstand. youâre grateful for a calm and quiet night, your daughter having a sleepover with her cousins thus allowing you and joshua to have a night of uninterrupted sleep. your daughter is prone to waking up in the middle of the night, for a bad dream or otherwise, and ends up sleeping between the two of you more than half the time.
joshua comes out of the bathroom and shuts off the big light in the room, only leaving your lamps on the nightstands to illuminate the room. you look up from your page and give him a smile before going back to your novel. he hovers above his side of the bed for a second and you notice, ready to say something until he finally slips under the covers with you.
"hmm?" you hum, not looking up from the page you are currently reading. you can tell joshua has something to say, you know him too well, and he knows that you know him too well.
"it was a nice party, yeah?" you chuckle to yourself at the small talk. its his lead in, of course, to whatever is on his mind that he feels like he can't outright say.
"mhm. it was cute; minji had a lot of fun," you say. he makes a noise of agreement and then its quiet. you stop reading but keep your eyes trained on the page. he shifts in bed, and then a heavy hand is placed on your leg above the sheets. you feel its warmth all the same, and put your bookmark back into you book before placing it on your nightstand. "yes?"
joshua gives you a bashful smile and lightly shakes his head. "what was that earlier?" he questions, cheeks lightly dusted with a cute blush. you pretend like you don't know exactly what he is referring to, and furrow your eyebrows and ask him, "what as what earlier?"
he chuckles and lets out a sigh, gently patting your thigh. "oh, you're cute," he says, lolling his head to the side and looking up at you, an amused expression on his face. he knows you too well. "were you j- don't say it!" you cut him off and gently hit him across his stomach. he knows you hate that word, hate it being used in reference to your personality or behavior especially.
joshua captures your hand and brings it up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. you watch him and let out a sigh through your nose. "I wasn't jealous," you state, but even you know that isn't entirely true. "I just wanted to know when you got so funny." you state. joshua laughs in mild confusion and sits up against the headboard.
"i'm always funny."
"no, you're not. but I love you anyway," you say, gently pinching his cheek. he rolls his eyes and pushes your hand away and you laugh. "if you're so funny, tell me a joke."
"you want to hear a joke?"
"if you're as funny as you and minhee seem think, yeah."
he smiles at you and squeezes your hand. "okay, i'll tell you a joke," joshua starts. you raise your eyebrows in anticipation. joshua presses a long kiss to your cheek, clearly stalling and further proving your point. "okay, i've got one." he says against your skin, gently dragging his teeth against your jaw.
"shoot."
he rolls on top of you and tugs you down flat onto your pillow. he kisses your neck, right under your jaw and then moves to the column of your throat. "what do you call a wet plain?" he mutters, mouth moving down to your collarbones as one of his hands skates up the side of your thigh and underneath your short, silk nightdress.
"a wet plain?" you question as his mouth skates across the tops of your breasts. he hums and hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear and pulls them down to your knees. "what?" you gasp when joshua drags two fingers up your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your clit, making you twitch and knees press together.
joshua flicks his eyes up to meet your own and gives you a knowing look. flushing, you tell him the joke sucks, and let out a loud gasp when he disappears underneath the covers and attaches his lips to your clit. he suckles on your nub and yanks your underwear down the rest of your legs. "j-josh! fuck!" you cry ripping off your reading glasses and pushing the blanket down to rest on the back of his neck. your husband licks up between your folds before pushing his tongue into you hole, making you gasp and arch your back off the bed. sheets get crumpled beneath your hands and your thighs try to lock around his head, but joshua forces your legs open and uses his shoulders to keep you spread out for him.
your hips buck up into his face as he laps at you, sucking and licking at every inch of you. with each whimper and moan from you, joshua grows painfully more hard. his dick aches in his pants, desperately wanting to be free and buried inside of you. "o-oh, f-fuck! joshua, fuck!" you shriek. he knows your body like the back of his hand, understands what every whimper, gasp, and moan means. it all encourages him to keep going, but he knows that you are close.
joshua inserts two fingers inside of you and curls them upwards and attaches his mouth around your clit again. he fucks his fingers into you and you cry out his name, thrashing on the bed above him. your entire body feels hot and sweat coats you face, neck, and chest with a light sheen.
"im g-gonna cum!" you yelp, hips bucking up into his face. joshua continues to suckle on you clit and move his fingers in and out of you, pushing into that spongy spot inside. your vision goes spotty as the coil in the pit of your stomach snaps and brings you to your release. joshua slurps up your juices in an attempt to get every drop. you lie above him with your eyes closed as you try to regain your breath, your chest rising and falling like you've just ran a marathon. "shit." you breathe out, followed by a small whimper when he pulls his fingers out of you.
you crack an eye open when you feel joshua move from between you legs and sit on his knees above you. he places his fingers in his mouth and sucks your arousal off and shoves his other hand down his pants to stroke his aching cock. "fuck," he hisses, eyebrows furrowing as he shamelessly pumps his own cock in front of you. "baby, i need to fuck you." he says, his voice full of lust and desire.
"then fuck me," you say, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. you fully open your eyes to watch him pull off his pants and boxers to let his dick spring free. the tip is red and swollen, and pre-cum leaks out of it.
"i love, you know," he rasps, grabbing your left leg. he kisses the inside of your ankle before draping it over his shoulder and doing the same to your right. "does this feel alright?" he asks, fingertips mindlessly stroking you skin softly.
you nod and reply, "i know." to his previous statement. he kisses your knee and lets go of one of your thighs to grab onto his cock to line it up with your entrance. "i love you, too."
he smiles at you and leans down to kiss you on the lips, and to test if folding you in half is uncomfortable. when you don't make a sound of discomfort, he pulls back and starts to push his cock forward into you. when he presses the tip in, your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. he presses in a few more inches then stops to let you adjust to the stretch, but he doesn't give you long before he starts moving in and out. "fuck, you're tight," he grunts. you involuntarily clench around him and he lets out a harsh breath. "shit."
"more, joshie," you whine, grabbing a fistful of the sheets. joshua drops his head and speeds up his thrusts, groaning every time he pushes into you. you pant out his name and squeeze your eyes shut.
with every thrust into you, it feels like heâs knocking the air from your lungs. heâs reaching deep inside of you, hitting spots that have you seeing stars. âfuck, baby, i-i love you,â he grunts, pushing your legs closer to your chest. âand i love this perfect pussy.â you sob out his name, legs shaking on his shoulders.
âshua, i-i cant t-take it!â you cry out, clenching around him each time he pushes into you. that familiar knot forms in your stomach and grows tighter and tighter each second.
âiâm close too, baby,â his hips lose rhythm as he slams into you harder than he previously was, each thrust punctuated by a swear. âfuck, iâm close. fuck!â
moments later, youâre coming for the second time and he follows seconds behind you, filling you up and stuffing you full of his seed. he stays still inside of you, keeping his cum from spilling out of you. âi love you,â you pant, legs feeling like jelly when you try to move them off of his shoulders. joshua kisses you calf and gently takes your legs down onto the bed but keeps himself stuffed inside of you. âso much.â you add, reaching out to him. joshua leans down and captures you lips in a kiss. the movement makes his hips rock into you and you gasp against his mouth, hands splaying across his broad back. you can feel his love with the way he holds you, with the desire he kisses you with.
pulling back from your lips, you whimper when he moves inside of you again and he only winks at you before pulling his cock out of you. melting against the mattress is practically what happens, and he falls into place next to you. he grabs your hand and strokes the back of it with his thumb. âyou donât have to worry, y/n,â his voice is soft and makes you feel warm all over.
âi know. it was stupid,â you say, turning your head to look at him. he leans towards you and kisses your forehead. âi just wanted to laugh too.â you add pettily. joshua chuckles and sighs, rolling you onto your side and tugging your backside into his front.
âwanna hear another joke?â he mumbles into your ear, the arm that heâs laying on coming up to cup your breast in his hand while the other skates up your nightdress. soft sighs leave your mouth when he squeezes your boob and tweaks your nipple through the thin fabric.
âs-sure,â you breathe when his hand slips between your thighs. the setup and pun is lost on you, and youâre not sure if itâs better than the first because he buries two fingers inside of you and yanks the top of your dress down to let your breasts spill free. bad jokes be damned, he makes you cum two more timesâonce on his fingers and the second on his cock, your throat scratchy from crying out his name.
joshua may not make you laugh with his jokes, but he knows how to fuck you just right.
#seventeen imagines#seventeen smut#joshua x reader#joshua smut#hong joshua#hong jisoo#svt smut#svt imagines#joshua fluff#svt fluff#seventeen fluff
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BREAK AND RETURN
â° â brother's-bandmate!minghao x f!reader
â· â summary:Â last week minghao did what he thought was best and put an end to your fling. he sees you again before band practice and can't help but give in to his desires.
â° â wc is approx. 5k
â· â genre:Â 90s au, smut, fwb/fucking your brother's friend
â° â warnings:Â unprotected sex (wrap it! yk it!), pet names (good girl, angel, etc), jealousy, possessiveness, and lust. backshots, off-screen masturbation, fingering and pussy-licking. lmk if anything else should be added :)
â· â rating: 18+
â° â note: this is a part of @beomcoups's "now that's 90's" svt collab! thank u very much for letting me join the collab! i had fun chatting n interacting with new people ^-^ i hope everyone enjoys the fic!! thank you very much to @wooahaeproductions for reading this over and reassuring me <3 tagging @idyllic-ghost and @onlyhuis bc i think you both wanted tagged but i can't remember, so sorry!!!
hereâs the thing: minghao isnât stupid.Â
he knows better. he truly does. he isnât some idiot stuck at a claw machine at an arcade, doesnât keep feeding it his money while never getting any closer to winning a prize. minghao knows when to quit something, when to step away.Â
thatâs why he broke things off with you, after all. he had thought it would be easy. the two of you werenât in a real relationship. you werenât like tom cruise and nichole kidman â the two of you were just fucking. no strings attached.Â
but of course there were strings attached. youâre the kid sister to his friend and bandmate, josh; at first minghao thought he would be fine keeping it a secret. he didnât need to take you out on dates and show you off like you were the best thing since bon jovi. the two of you were content in each otherâs arms, naked chest against naked chest, legs intertwined as you dozed off.Â
minghao, however, wasnât stupid.
he knew there were strings attached to the both of you. he knew that it was a bad idea, fucking his bandmateâs little sister. every time he kissed your warm mouth, he knew he was betraying joshâs trust. it wasnât fair of him to to that to josh, and it wasnât fair of him to put you, joshâs sister, in a position to lie to your own brother.Â
so minghao took initiative and broke off the relationship.Â
he wasnât stupid, and he knew the first time he would see you after breaking up with you would be hard. he knew it would be. itâs hard for real couples, for couples that hold hands as they walk down the street and talk about what to name the cat theyâre going to adopt. he had imagined it would be hard, to some degree, to see you. the two of you might have steered away from such topics as rings and shared apartments and other things that left the fantasy of forever in your minds, but he knew you. he knew how you sighed after he kissed the space under your ear, he knew how you looked fresh from the shower with your face shining from the heat of the water. he knew how you looked when you concentrated on painting your toes, how you looked when you begged him to see clueless at the theater because josh thought it would be stupid and you didnât know who else to ask.Â
he knew you, and perhaps that was worse than dating you.Â
he knew you, and you knew him, and minghao isnât stupid but he didnât know that seeing you again would hurt so much.Â
you look beautiful. you always do, according to minghao. youâre sitting on that old couch josh and him spent an hour trying to shove into the garage for their band practices. youâre wearing ridiculous clothes, baggy comfy pants and the ugly oversized sweater with the worn collar and checkers and stripes on it. youâre talking to soonyoung, hands waving excitedly as the two of you laugh. your beauty bubbles out with every breath of laughter, seems to radiate in your chest like a little star, and minghao knows that even if winona ryder was in the room with them he would still choose you as the most beautiful.Â
you catch sight of minghao. you shoot him a grin, large and inviting, as if he hadnât made you cry last week. you give him a little wave. âhi, minghao!â
and then you turn back to soonyoung, your knee pressed against his.Â
itâs so ridiculous; heâs ridiculous. minghao feels his stomach twist, as if someone was wringing it like a wash cloth after doing dirty dishes. youâre beautiful and radiant, and you spoke two words to minghao before turning to soonyoung, as if minghao wasnât anyone particularly special.Â
he canât help but stare at you. you lift a hand, and, in a move he recognizes as you flirting because youâve done it to him when you want him to fuck you, you tuck your hair back behind your ear. you are wearing small pearl stud earrings and immediately minghao recognizes them as the ones he bought for you a year and a half ago, right before the two of you started fucking.Â
you tuck your hair back behind your ear and soonyoung watches, his mouth parted a little, and minghao feels like he needs to punch something.Â
âfunny, isnât it?â josh says, appearing at minghaoâs side. josh runs his tongue over his lip ring, pulling at the sleeves of his plaid jacket. âit looks like soonyoungâs got a crush on my kid sister.â
âyeah,â minghao says, throat tight. he watches as soonyoung edges slightly closer, his thigh now pressed firmly against yours. you donât move away. minghao wants you to move away, or better yet, slap soonyoung.Â
minghao isnât a violent person, either. he isnât violent, nor is he jealous. but once he also had thought he was above the lure of lust, was above giving into the craving of needing your body against his, dick stuffed in your pussy and his mouth dominating yours.Â
maybe you just had some sort of power over him that no one else did. maybe itâs like that movie practical magic, and youâve placed a spell on him, bewitching him.Â
âi think heâs going to ask her out soon,â josh carries on, as if heâs ignorant to the way minghao is one step from having a crisis. âi saw the drive-in is going to be playing jurassic park. i remember when it first came out and how much she loved seeing it at the theater. itâll be a good chance for soonyoung to ask her on a date.â
minghao scoffs. âyou know heâs scared of that movie. whenever we bring out the vhs he runs.â
josh shrugs. âif he likes her as much as i think he does, i think soonyoung will be fine.â
âand youâre okay with it?â minghao turns to josh, putting his back to you and soonyoung. âyouâre totally okay with soonyoung dating your sister?â
josh shrugged, twisting his mouth a little in thought. âwell. i think â i think he really likes her, you know? heâs not just gonna fuck her and leave her hanging around until he wants her again.â
minghaoâs mouth sours, and he bites back a venomous remark. thatâs what his relationship with you was like, wasnât it? he has no place to try and insert himself between you and soonyoungâs blossoming relationship.
âyou know how soonyoung is, though,â minghao says, despite himself. he folds his arms in front of him, drumming his fingers against his bare skin. he sees the little flower tattoo on his ring finger, the one he got after you spent an evening at his apartment drawing flowers into your lisa frank notebook with glitter pens. âheâs flighty. heâs never stayed with a chick longer than a month. what if he breaks her heart?â
josh hums. âi canât keep her locked away in the house forever, hao. sheâs grown. she can make her own decisions. and if that is soonyoung, the same soonyoung who refuses to drive without everyone wearing seatbelts and insists on someone holding his hand as he gets a tattoo, then iâm fine with that.â
minghao huffs. he walks away from josh, knowing that josh is right. you are grown and can make your own decisions. for a year and a half, that was minghao. you chose to go to his apartment, chose to get on your knees and offer your mouth. you chose to lay by his side, fingers gently tracing the vine tattoo that climbed up his left arm as minghao murmured about the future. for a year and a half you chose minghao, until he took that choice away from you.Â
and now you were sitting at soonyoungâs side on an old, musty couch, laughing at some stupid joke.Â
minghao grabbed his bass off of its stand, bringing the strap up around his neck. his fingers find the strings naturally, absentmindedly plucking out the beginning of u2âs âoneâ. on the body of his bass, down towards the bridge, is a strawberry shortcake sticker that you had gingerly pressed onto his instrument.Â
josh joins minghao, calling back to soonyoung. jihoon and vernon come through the door leading to the kitchen, each of them holding a jolt cola.Â
âfinally,â minghao sighs, glaring at the two other men. âcome on. practice started ten minutes ago.â
soonyoung stands from the couch, still talking to you. youâre looking up at him with a smile, eyes sparkling.Â
âkwon soonyoung!â minghao snaps. he stops playing the bass, narrowing his eyes at soonyoung. âcome on! just because you have all day doesnât mean the rest of us do. why donât you fucking respect the rest of us and stop flirting and get the fuck over here.â
josh sucks in a breath next to minghao but doesnât say anything. soonyoung gives you a small wave, and then heâs jogging over. he glances at minghao, murmuring a small apology.Â
minghao doesnât care. heâs watching you. you lean forward, elbows on your knees, tilting your head and eyes on minghao. your sweater â that overly large, horrible sweater â is loose at the collar, and as you lean forward the hole widens and gapes and falls, giving minghao a view of the valley between your tits and the top of your black silk bra, and all that skin above it.Â
and he remembers. minghao remembers what it was like to press his mouth to your skin, to hold your tits in his hands and feel their weight and warmth. he remembers being between your warm thighs, remembers how soft your body was and how he always seemed to sink into it.Â
you stand. âwell, iâll leave you guys alone so you can practice.â
minghao watches as you leave, the hem of your sweater covering your ass. he remembers you walking from his bed wearing an overly large nirvana shirt, how the hem tapped against your ass as you walked away and to the kitchen.Â
and hereâs the thing: minghao isnât stupid.Â
he broke things off with you. he isnât with you anymore, doesnât have the privilege of getting horny and jealous of you. he doesnât get to act on his frustrations when he sees you taunting him, when he sees you getting your petty revenge for breaking up with you. youâre stirring something up with soonyoung, and he doesnât get to veto that, doesnât get to act as if he has any say in your life.Â
after all, heâs the one that made sure he wouldnât. heâs the one that made sure to draw the line between the two of you.Â
practice starts, and minghao is somewhere else entirely. he gets the order of the songs mixed up, starts playing basket case before live forever. he loses all of his picks and has to borrow from vernon, and his mind keeps slipping back to you.Â
an hour passes like that, with minghao not really there. heâs between your thighs, face pressed against your pussy; heâs in your arms, heels digging into his back as you urge him to go deeper. heâs everywhere but there, everywhere with you.Â
eventually minghao loses another pick, and josh sighs from the front. he goes over to the speaker and dials it off, frowning at everyone. âiâm thinking we should take a break. weâre not doing our best, and everyone seems really scattered right now. letâs break for supper and come back and really put work in.â
the others nod, turning off their instruments or, in jihoonâs case, setting down his drumsticks. âwe need to get focused,â jihoon agrees, serious. âweâre not going to keep maintaining gigs if weâre fucking around like this. we need to be serious about what weâre doing. we need to be bringing our everything to every practice. none of this bullshit.âÂ
josh nods, setting his guitar back in its case. his case, just like minghaoâs, is decorated with stickers youâve slapped on. besides strawberry shortcake thereâs lisa frank, rugrats, pokemon. thereâs squiggly lines and smiley faces and flowers, all the signs pointing to you.Â
âhonestly,â joshua says, voice grave, âif, by some fucking miracle, the black rose calls back and says they want us to perform for them, iâll have to turn them down.â
soonyoung protests, brow furrowed. âcome on! this is just one practice weâve fucked up. itâs not like weâre always fucking around. letâs just take a break, clear our heads, and come back at it. this isnât something that needs to be repeated or stressed over.â
âiâm thinking about a triple decker pizza,â vernon says, prompted by no one. josh rolls his eyes, grinning, and the band begins to split into groups for food.Â
âwhere you wanna go?â soonyoung asks minghao. heâs blinking innocently at minghao, completely ignorant of the absolute sin going through his mind. he doesnât know that minghao thought about punching him only an hour ago, doesnât know heâs been fantasizing about the way your thighs felt under his fingertips while fumbling his fingers over the bass strings.Â
âi think iâll just run home and grab something,â minghao lies, setting his guitar on its stand. soonyoung pouts, nodding.Â
minghao lingers behind the others, lying to josh about misplacing his keys and promising to lock the house behind him. you were doing your homework, josh said, and he didnât want you to be disturbed.Â
minghao waits until soonyoung, whom always seems to be the last one to leave, pulls out of the driveway with vernon jamming out in the passenger seat beside him, and then heâs moving.Â
he knows the way up to your bedroom as if it was his own. he goes up the carpeted stairs, past the various pictures of you in flouncy dresses and huge bows as babies, past the awkward family photo with you and josh pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, wearing matching sweater vests. he flips on the mickey mouse lightswitch at the top of the staircase, and then heâs opening your bedroom door.Â
your room is your sanctuary. the bedroom walls are painted a soft lilac from your childhood, covered in posters from spice girls to nirvana and aerosmith. thereâs beanie babies hanging over your mirror, a troll doll on your dresser. your room is littered with comics and cd cases, all of your cds stacked in small piles around the stereo. youâve got backstreet boys playing from your stereo, and minghao doesnât even have it in him to make a comment about it.Â
meanwhile, you âÂ
you are on your bed. youâre still wearing that sweater, but thatâs all. your blankets are on the floor, pillow stuffed underneath your hips. your entire lower half is bare, one leg extended out and the other bent. the room has the faint, barely-there smell of cunt, and itâs more intoxicating than any drug.Â
you meet minghaoâs eyes sheepishly, hands smoothing down your thighs. âmissed you,â is all you say, fingers slowly dragging across your thighs and towards your center.Â
minghao is across the room in record time, pulling off his bomber jacket and throwing it to the ground. âwe donât have a lot of time,â he says, hands pulling up the hem of his shirt to zip down his pants. âthe others just went to eat.â
âthen you better hurry,â you say, eyes sparkling. you donât make any comments about him stumbling back into your bed after breaking everything off. instead you spread out your legs, your hands making quick work of your sweater and bra, and minghao falls onto your bed.Â
âiâve prepared,â you say as he settles between your thighs. he canât help but run his hands over your skin, treasuring the feel of your skin beneath his. this was his favorite place on earth, he realizes; between your thighs, skin to skin.Â
âyouâve prepared?â he echos, raising a brow. you nod, biting down on your lip. âbeen waiting for me, is that it?â
âyou or soonyoung,â you say, grinning at him.Â
minghao scowls at you, pinching your skin between his fingertips. âshut up,â he commands you. âdonât wanna hear you say his name ever again.â
you laugh at him, reaching out. you lace your fingers around his neck, bringing his face down to yours. you press a quick, close-lipped kiss to his mouth. âsorry,â you say, voice still light and giggly. âcouldnât help it.â
minghao growls, and then heâs lacing his hands in your hair and smashing his mouth back to yours. he pries open your mouth with his tongue, delving in and reclaiming that familiar space. he canât believe heâs gone over a week without kissing you â itâs a sin, heâs sure, to not kiss you and have you whimpering underneath his touch. itâs a greater sin to not kiss you than it is to be kissing his friendâs little sister, surely.Â
he sucks at your bottom lip, moving his hands down your thighs. theyâre sticky on the inside, no doubt from when you prepared yourself earlier. when he moves his hand deeper between your thighs itâs wetter, warmer, stickier, and he thinks that this is a heaven of itâs own. you sigh against his mouth, and then heâs ducking his head and moving his body, mouth slipping from yours and skimming down over your chin and along your throat.Â
you whine, and he canât help but chuckle against your skin. he suckles at your throat. you open beneath him so wonderfully, itâs a wonder he was ever able to separate from you at all.Â
minghao moves down your body, kissing each and every spot he missed. the top of the valley between your tits, the skin of your shoulder. he mouths at your nipples, slipping his hand up between your legs so his fingers brush at your pussy lips.Â
you shiver beneath him. he laps at one of your nipples with his tongue, fingers dipping and sliding your cunt. he doesnât apply any real pressure, just content with teasing you and hearing those whines and moans he missed.Â
âhao,â you groan out, fingers moving to his hair. you tangle your fingers in his locks, pulling softly. âhao ââ
he shushes you, and then his fingers are slipping into your cunt. you moan out, head tipping back. he slips two into your hole, biting down at his lip as your pussy contracts around him, trying to suck his fingers in further, desperate for his touch.Â
your cunt is hot around his fingers. itâs not as tight as it would have been if you hadnât prepared, and itâs easy for him to slide his two fingers down to the base, brushing his fingertips against your core.
âfuck,â he sighs, pressing his face against your stomach. he breathes in, inhaling your scent. youâre so wonderful. you smell wonderful, feel wonderful. he wants to devour you; he canât imagine why he ever left you.Â
he slides his fingers from your cunt, drawing a high whine from your lips. minghao clicks his tongue at you, and then heâs pushing three fingers in. you shudder, cunt clenching so tight around his digits that he canât move.Â
âeasy, baby,â he mumbles, his free hand going to your leg. minghao pulls your leg over his shoulder, nose pressing against your thigh. he can feel your skin against his eyelash as his breathes you in here, too. âgotta be easy and good for me.â
you let out a long breath, eyes sliding shut. your cunt loosens around his fingers, and as a reward minghao moves down further between your legs. he presses his face to your cunt, the smell of your pussy surrounding him.Â
he knows he should hurry. he knows his band will be back soon. but that doesnât stop minghao from running his tongue along your clit, doesnât stop him from tasting this part of you. he missed it so much â missed your cunt, how it smelled and felt and tasted.Â
your thighs clench around his head, but he continues. minghao scissors his fingers in you, not focused on stretching you but instead making you feel good. he laps at your lit in broad strokes, and then heâs sucking at your little bean, a loud squeal escaping your lips.Â
âquiet!â he hisses, though he feels his lips twitching up at the corner. he does it again and again between licks of his tongue, feeling your body shake beneath his and little sounds of ecstasy escape your lips.Â
âhao!â you whine out, fingers digging slightly into his scalp. âgotta â gotta hurry, josh ââ
you couldnât manage a full sentence, high moans and squeals escaping your mouth and interrupting your words. but minghao understood all the same, and he was pressing one last kiss to your pussy before he withdrew.Â
he wiped his hand off on the sheets, and then he was pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees. he fisted his shirt with one hand, raising it and keep it away from your soaking cunt as he moved close.Â
you plant your feet on the bed, tilting your hips up for him. youâre so good, he thinks. youâre perfect. and youâre his.Â
minghao pressed the head of his cock against your cunt, watching as your entire body seemed to freeze in anticipation. you were so ready for him, so eager. you were biting down at your lip, eyes large and watching, and minghao couldnât even pretend he wasnât feeling the same way.Â
he crowded down over you, releasing his shirt and moving his hand to cup your face. minghao rolled his tongue into your mouth, the noises of your wet mouths meeting making his cock throb with anger.
he fucked into your cunt, a deep groan escaping you. your pussy was tight, despite preparation, but warm and wet and minghao slowly slid deeper and deeper. your body took his cock easily, as it always had, and he knew that the two of you were meant for each other.Â
âhao,â you moan out, lashes fluttering. you speak against his mouth, breath hot. âfeels good, hao. want it. missed you so much, hao.â
âi know, baby,â he mumbles, hand sinking into your hair. he slides until his cock is buried as far as it can go within you, your pussy clamping down on his cock. he wanted to move, wanted to immediately begin fucking you. instead he held back, hand twisting in your hair. âi missed you too.â
you bite at your lip, and then youâre tightening your legs around his waist. minghao takes this as permission, and he begins drawing his hips back. the slide of his dick against your walls feels so good, feels perfect, all slick warmth that makes his toes curl and eyes flutter.Â
he canât believe he left you. he canât believe he ended this. heâs so fucking stupid âÂ
minghao fucks back into your cunt, and it feels like coming home. he begins setting a slow, deep rhythm that makes you arch up around him, mouth wide and eyes pinched shut. he just looks at you, takes in the shape of your mouth and your lashes, just looks and adores you.Â
his hand moves from your hair to your ear, and he traces the shell of your ear as he grinds into you. he follows the curve, adoring. he thumbs at your earlobe, just touching you, when he touches that pearl earring.Â
and minghao thinks back. he thinks back to how you had tucked your hair behind your ear for soonyoung, how you had acted all cute and coy for him. how you had taunted minghao.Â
his hips slow to a stop, and you whine for him. for a moment he just focuses on your earrings, staring.Â
âyouâre such a bad girl,â he growls out, and then heâs slamming back into your pussy, the sound of skin hitting skin loud. you cry out, startled, and then heâs setting a punishing, brutal pace.Â
âyouâre so bad,â he hisses, hand moving down to your throat. he doesnât choke you, just places his hand against your throat. âteasing me like that with soonyoung. so fucking bad. wanted me to get jealous, didnât you?â
you whimper, eyes rolling back as he fucks you. each thrust into your cunt is wet and loud, and he fucks you knowing that youâll feel the ache hours later.Â
âwanted me jealous of kwon soonyoung,â minghao murmurs, and heâs ducking his head to bite at your neck. you cry out, cunt tightening around his dick. he bites and licks and sucks, marking your neck as his.Â
because you are his. he was a fool to think otherwise. youâre his and heâs yours, and heâll show kwon soonyoung.Â
minghao pulls out â you whine â and he flips you around. minghao moves to his knees, pulling you up and back so youâre on all fours. he enters you with a rough thrust, and then heâs resuming his hard pace, chasing out each sting of skin slapping skin, seeking that pain-pleasure.Â
âyouâre mine,â he says, hands tight around your hips. he watches your ass jiggle with each thrust, some animalistic urge to take coming over him. âyouâre mine, angel. fucking mine and no one elseâs. got it?â
you nod against your pillows, arching your back and pushing back to him. you fuck back onto him, meeting each thrust, and minghao canât help but feel satisfied.Â
as if youâd ever do this for kwon soonyoung. as if youâd ever let him fuck you like this, as if youâd ever give yourself over to kwon soonyoung as eagerly as you do minghao.
âyou gotta cum,â minghao commands, slapping at your ass. you cry out, fingers twisting in the sheets. âgotta cum around my cock, baby. milk me.â
he reaches down, grabbing his shirt and pushing it up out of the way. his fingers slip into your cunt, fluttering around where the two of you are connected to grind down on the gummy area surrounding your clit. you whine, and only a couple of thrusts later youâre tightening around his dick.Â
âthatâs it,â minghao says, biting down on his lip. âgush around my dick, angel. come on, cum for me.â
your moans rise in pitch as you cum, and he fucks you through it. he fucks into your pussy as it quivers, fluttering around his dick. once youâre finished, whining from oversensitivity, minghao pulls out of your pussy â your warm, tight, delightful pussy â and fucks into his hand until heâs shooting out warm stripes of cum, painting your back white. he feels fuckin amazing, adrenaline and lust and something he canât quite name rushing through his veins.Â
he pants, watching as his cum taints your skin. youâre so beautiful like this, stained with him. he says as much, rubbing his hand over your ass and back.Â
a car honks from the street. minghao curses, and then heâs flinging himself off of the bed. he grabs his bomber jacket, hesitates, and then quickly wipes himself down.Â
âiâll wash it,â you promise, and he ducks down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your mouth.Â
âgood girl,â he murmurs, moving to press a kiss to your temple. âsuch a good girl for me.â
he darts for the bathroom after leaving your bedroom, flicking on the goofy lightswitch. he looks in the mirror. he looks â well, he looks like he just spent the last half hour fucking someone.Â
but not just anyone, he thinks, grabbing his shirt and flapping it to try and get some fresh air against his skin. he spent the last half hour fucking you.Â
vernon looks at him weirdly as he hands minghao a few slices of pizza. âbeen busy?â
minghao shrugs, pressing his hair back from his face. âwent jogging a bit to try and clear my mind of all itâs shit. need to bring everything to practice.â
vernon looks like he doesnât believe minghao, but vernon, also, doesnât care. so minghao watches as his friend grabs a soda from the fridge. âcool,â is all he says, and then vernon begins slurping at his drink.Â
soonyoung enters the room with his own pizza, setting it on the counter. âi made sure to get some you like,â he says to minghao.Â
minghao feels, slightly, like he should feel guilty towards soonyoung. soonyoung, after all, has a crush on you. and minghao just fucked soonyoungâs crush.Â
then again, minghao thinks, itâs soonyoungâs fault for getting a crush on you when you spend every other day getting your brains fucked out by minghao.Â
joshua enters his house with a large grin, holding a plastic cup in one hand. âyouâll never fucking guess who called.â
âpresident clinton,â soonyoung says, raising a slice of pepperoni pizza to his mouth. âwait. better yet. monica lewinsky.â
âno,â josh says, âcut it out. iâm talking about the fucking black rose club! they called! and they want us for next thursday!â
âwell,â minghao says, a grin taking over his face. âit isnât a friday or saturday performance, so the club wonât be too busy.â
âbut it gets our name out there,â josh agreed, clapping vernon on the back. he looks so sincerely happy, lip ring glinting in the artificial light of the kitchen. âweâre getting on the map.â
minghao raises vernonâs soda in salute towards josh before drinking it and handing it back to vernon. âthings are looking up,â minghao says.
minghao isnât stupid. he knows theyâll need to work their asses off for the next week in preparation of playing at the club. he knows this is only one step on the mountain of success, only one step towards their goal line. he knows heâll need to talk to you, sincerely. he knows heâll need to apologize, knows he needs to explain everything.Â
yes; minghao isnât stupid.Â
but, he thinks, watching as you come down the stairs, fresh from a shower, he is awfully lucky.Â
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Thereâs no doubt this man is ROUGHHH when having sex.
Heâs overprotective of you especially when you guys are out and youâre wearing something short and tight.
he hates when you tease, which normally results in him fucking ur brains out.
His favourite thing to do to you when youâve either, pissed him off, teased him or didnât do what he asked is edge you.
He gets off watching you beg to cum as he pounding into you with no mercy.
âN-no Chris! Please l-let me cum!â. Youâd cry out, already shaking from the previous times heâs edged you.
âShouldnât have been acting like a little slut today and you wouldâve cum 4 times alreadyâ. He groans deep in ur ear continuing to ruin you.
Definitely fucks you in the bathroom at the party and leaves you with cum dripping down your leg.
Leaves you shaking every time, he wonât stop until he feels you either learned ur lesson or he made you feel good.
Loves the sound ur ass makes when heâs fucking you from behind, heâs always touching it, Grabbing it, slapping it all of the above that man loves your ass
Will leave you marked up in hickeys all over ur thighs, tits, inner thighs, as a reminder of whose girl you are incase you forget.
Definitely chokes you while your in missionary / fucking you from behind.
Pulls ur hair but neverrrr where he hurts you
Made sure to establish a safe word
Degrading is his favourite thing, he loves it.
âFuck- such a little slut, keep making those noises for me yeah?â.
âGod ur pathetic, about to cum already?â.
Donât even get started on dumification.
âSuch a dumb whore, fucked out on my cockâ.
âAww look at you, all fucked out from how good Iâm making you feelâ.
âWow, I thought you couldnât get any louder, god you whoreâ. Heâd say this while also trying not to moan because as much heâd never admit it, he loved how you wrapped around him perfectly.
heâd always be quick to remind you who you belong to Like THATS HIS GIRL ( heâs also hella jealous so heâd take you laughing at one of matts jokes, than heâd walk in and thinks your flirting. )
âYour mine right? Or should I call Matt? Seemed to be all over himâ.
âcan. He. Fuck. Better. Than. Me?â. Heâd say all this while thrusting harder in between each word.
âYeah keep moaning my name baby, let all the neighbours know whose girl you areâ.
BIG BREEDING KINK LOVES CUMMING INSIDE YOU
âfuck ma- gonna stuff you with my cum- youâd like that wouldnât you?â.
âgonna fill your pretty pussy up- shit-â.
The sight of your juices mixed with his could get him off any day
Has a hidden photo album of pictures of you post sex and videos of you screaming his name. Donât even get me started on the my eyes only.
Loves cockwarming, typically after aftercare he always wants to be close to you.
Despite how rough he is during sex, that man ALWAYS takes care of you after.
Right after you both finish after hell, how many rounds? Heâs quick to check on you and sometimes worried he went too far.
âhey baby, you okay? Was it too much?â.
âshh i got you, gonna take care of you now ok?â.
âYou did so good for me pretty girlâ.
He immediately run you a warm bath with your favourite bath bombs.
Heâd clean you up first because he can wait, heâd rather have you feel better than him.
Youâre super sensitive after sex so he always takes his time, staring on ur inner thighs first.
âLet me know when itâs too much ok?â.
Despite you secretly loving the rough sex, and you both established that, he would always reassure you.
âYour so pretty yk that?â. He would whisper while helping you in the bath.
âmy girl, howâd i get so luckyâ.
âOh and ur definitely not a whore or s-â.
âChris, baby, Iâm okay donât worry about itâ. Youâd giggle tiredly playing with the soap.
âI know but ur covered in hickeys like everywhereâ. Heâd scratch his head.
âChris please ur back has seen better daysâ.
Heâd go change the sheets to fresh clean ones fresh in the dryer.
Typically youâd want to sleep after so he played those calm noises you like and a glass of water.
right after you dried off with the help of him as you could still barley process what happened, youâd sleep in a shirt of his and a pair of panties.
Youâd fall asleep once immediately in the warmth of his arms.
âThere you go, sleep well babyâ.
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nsfw headcanons | weasley twins, harry, ron and draco.
warning: filth, donât blame me.
â„ george weasley.
ïżŒïżŒïżŒexperienced. this man has slept his way through all the houses, he tends to go for hufflepuffs.
he is the type of guy ïżŒthat guides you through it, no teasing.
he seems like the type of guy thatâs into oral sex (he prefers receiving). he is also into LOUD sex, he will try his hardest to make his partner scream just to shush her right after.
âkeep it down, theyâre gonna hear youâ said with a straight face.
he likes to be in control without being a don.
i see him as more of an ass manâŠ
he totally goes for tall girls, thereâs just something about a woman close to his height that does it for him.
the type to ask âmmm?â with a fake sad face mocking his partner when she moans too loud.
favourite position: doggy.
â„ fred weasley.
also experienced. everyone is aware of this because he WONT shut up about it.
he likes to poke fun if his partner is not savvy enough, jokes, jokes and more jokes.
heâs into short people because that makes it easier to, you guessed it, make fun of them.
this man will ask the nastiest question the human brain could conjugate in front of everyone.
âhave you ever done it prone bone?â next is the sound of everyoneâs spoons hitting the floor as their mouths hang open.
if the phrase red flag was a person it would be him, but we are all blind i guess. will occasionally go for the girl george finds hot just to prove a point.
boob man 100%
he loves to give oral, he loves how shy girls get when he smiles up at them.
favourite position: standing.
â„ harry potter.
he was a virgin for the longest time and it shows.
he loves making out, sometimes you think he prefers it over sex.
he flushes all the way down to his chest, rosy patches on his pale skin.
he is on the submissive side, he loves being marked.
he asks for hickies. he likes the ones that can be seen.
he prefers taller people too, the type of dude to have a crush on Lady Dimitrescu.
eye contact. he looks at you with his eyes and mouth wide open, he pants and nods his head asking a silent question.
âyes?â
when heâs getting a blowjob he doesnât know what to do with his hands, heâll have them in the air clenching and unclenching a fist, trying so hard not to pull your hair.
the type of dude to say thank you lmaooooo
boob man too.
favorite position: cowgirl. DEFINITELY.
â„ ron weasley.
red flag personified part 2.
heâs such a jealous man but he wonât let you know until youâre having sex and you notice he refuses to kiss you.
he likes it rough and fast but he can somehow go for the next round not even 15 minutes after the first one.
stamina?????? hello?????
he likes to finger girls because it allows him to look at their faces and focus on the expressions they make.
heâs definitely shagged half the gryffindor tower but none of the girls brag about it??? heâs lowkey sad about it but also their loss yk what i mean.
sometimes he cries when he cums. itâs a little pathetic but itâs ron so itâs okay.
he gets off by having sex with slytherin girls, his ego loves it.
the type of dude to get into an enemies to lovers kind of deal.
âyeah? arenât you embarrassed getting fucked by the bloke you hate?â
definitely into humiliation and degradation.
ass man.
favourite position: good old missionary.
â„ draco malfoy.
for all his mean bravado he is actually quite the gentleman.
if anyone out of these 5 men knows where the clit is it would definitely be him.
he likes it rough but not fast.
he is totally a dom but he is definitely not aware he is one, he doesnât even know that those dynamics have names.
likes to pull girlsâ hair to make them focus, heâll even do it outside the bedroom. if youâre distracted while heâs telling you something at lunch heâll pull your ponytail.
he is also into giving oral, opposite to fred he does it because HE likes it.
boobs boobs boobs boobs, oh how he loves boobs.
has a weak spot for girls with round faces.
âoh iâm so sorry love, such a pretty face stained with tearsâ all said with a very soft voice almost as if he was truly sorry.
he likes it wet, wet to the point where it sounds filthy.
favourite position: sideways or spooning.
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What about rafe with a reader who talks a lot land has a bubbly personality and heâs getting annoyed cause sheâs just talking on and on and heâs already in a bad mood and so her just talking heâs getting annoyed and like he makes a comment of âwhy donât you stop talking and put your mouth to a better useâ (sorry for how badly worded this is)
hi! I kinda imagine this as maybe bestfriend!Rafe who kinda manipulates the reader yk? Also knocking two birds w/ one stone by adding a little bit from a different request, hope you donât mind!đ
Rafe Cameron! who loves his silly little best friend who heâs had a claim on since 6th grade :). Always so sweet to him when you guys were in school together. Giving him the answers, walking with him to all your classes, rides home after school with you on aux cause how could he ever say no to you? Not to mention the fact that he knew you harbored a little crush on himâ
Rafe Cameron! Who knew you were heavily inexperienced in the sexual realm of things, which he made sure of after he beat up every guy who even thought theyâd be able to breathe the same air as you. He takes great pride in being able to teach you things no one else will. Of course youâd question it, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes that make his cock pulse with confusion when you guys were in the back seat of his truck one day. âRafey, I dunno if we should do thisâfeels weird.â You muttered, your hand tightly wrapped around his cock with his hand shoved down your pants. âThought you wanted to take care of me, sweetheart? This is just what best friends are supposed to do.â
Rafe Cameron! Whoâs been having an exhaustingly annoying day after another group fight between the kooks and pogues. Heâs a little scratched up, moping around your house as you go on and on about why he shouldnât have fought, what could have happenedâand then suddenly trailing off to your favorite pasta shell? It was hurting his head. Too much for him to process as he rubbed his temple, watching you babble mindlessly.
Rafe Cameron! Who finally has had enough of your constant yapping. âGod, baby, you ever shut the fuck up? Hm? Jusâ be fuckinâ quiet, little girl.â He hissed through clenched teeth, pinching your cheeks together harshly to cease your talking, yet the way your eyes watered and thighs clenched together didnât go unnoticed. âThink you jusâ need somethinâ stuffed in there so youâll shut up. That it?â He mocked. You looked up at him from your knees, confused as to what he was referring to.
Rafe Cameron! Whoâs cock slapped against your waiting tongue in a taunting manner. Curved slightly, with trimmed hair at the base and heavy balls. His scent strong, consuming your mind with an aching throb between your thighs you knew only Rafe could help. âGonna teach you how to suck dick like a pro, kay?â He urged, pushing his fat tip into your mouth, further and further till the sounds of you gagging and gasping for air around him was all he could hear, and tears running down your pretty face was all he could see. âThatâs my girl. See? All you needed was some good dick to shut chaâlittle ass up, huh?â He cooed.
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I HAVE A IDEA (MR CRABS I HAVE AN IDEA)
yk the new song ari came out with (we can't be friends) Chris fic were the reader and him are best friends that always flirt and they made out drunk at a party and have not been talking for a week untill Chris shows up at her house and they makeout and maybe some smut? Idrk
Anyways that's all đ
we canât be friends
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: angst, mentions of drinking/being drunk, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), squirting, cursing
a/n: iâve been absolutely OBSESSED with this song and itching to write about ittt
i hope you enjoy
i let out a heavy sigh at his last text, before throwing my phone onto my bed.
of course i wanted to fight for us, but this was about more than just our friendship . this was about what was best for us individually.
for as long as i could remember, i always put chrisâ feelings before my own. i spent so long chasing after him, just to end up heartbroken.
i watched him constantly pick other people over me, blissfully unaware of how deeply he was wounding me.
but no matter how much i wanted to, i couldnât blame him. it was easier to point fingers at him than to accept the fact that this was partially my own fault.
i let him continue to hurt me, over and over again, never telling him what he was doing to me. and if i didnât tell him, how would he know any better ?
so, even though it killed me to act so cold and distant toward him, it was time to look out for myself for once.
i needed to take the time to love and take care of myself before expecting someone else to do so.
sure, heâd be upset for a short while, but once he got over me he would easily move on to the next girl. thatâs all i was to him, after all. just another girl.
i was pulled from my thoughts when i heard my front door open and close suddenly, followed by quick footsteps toward my room.
i waited behind my bedroom door, quick to swing my arm out in front of me when the person made it to the doorway.
i was met with chris, who immediately caught my wrist in his hand.
we stared at each other with wide eyes, neither one of us speaking. i blinked up at him, watching his eyes trail down to my lips.
âdonât do thatâ the words flew out of my mouth before i could stop them.
his eyes immediately shot back up to mine, a curious expression taking over his features.
âdonât do what?â he asked, loosening his grip on my wrist to let it slide down, intertwining our fingers.
âchris, we arenât doing this. i meant what i said earlier, weâre better off not being friendsâ
âyou keep saying that, but you wonât tell me why. you gotta talk to me babyâ he spoke.
âi donât want toâ i spoke back, shaking my head as i backed up slightly to create more distance between us.
âhow am i supposed to know what i did wrong if you donât talk to me?â
he was right, of course he was. it was unfair of me to just cut him off with no reasoning. but the second we start talking about it is the second it becomes real. i didnât want to come to terms with the fact that i was trying to end one of the most important friendships iâd ever had in my life.
âyou didnât do anything, chrisâ i answered. he wasnât having it. âno, tell me. iâm not letting you just end our friendship like this, not without a reasonâ
âi just canât be friends with youâ
âwhy? what is so wrong with me that you donât want me in your life? and completely out of nowhereâ he spoke, his voice rising slightly.
âsee, thatâs the problem. i donât want you out of my life, i want you in it forever. but you clearly donât want that, and itâs ok.â
âwho the hell said i didnât want that?â chris asked, his brows furrowing.
âchris, itâs fine. you donât have to try to make me feel better-â
âso you donât believe me?â he cut me off.
âi mean, i donât know, i justâŠâ my babbling trailed off as i tried to find the right words.
âlet me prove it to youâ he whispered as he toyed with the strap of my tank top.
my breathing grew shallow as he moved the fabric down my arm slightly, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
âchrisâŠ.we shouldnâtâ i whispered, but tilted my head to the side, allowing him more access as his lips moved up my neck.
âreally? you werenât complaining a week agoâ he spoke against my skin.
i slapped his chest lightly at that. âyeah, well we were also drunkâ
he bit down on my neck, harshly enough to leave a bruise and elicit a moan from me. âso, you donât want this?â he asked.
i let out a deep sigh, âof course i do, chris. but do you?â
he looked as though he was going to say something, but i stopped him âdonât tell me yes just because you want sex. i donât want you to just want somebody, i want you to want me. if youâre just gonna fuck me and move onto the next girl, then forget itâ i spoke.
the more i thought about it, the more i convinced myself that he didnât really want me.
âheyâ he spoke softly, cupping my jaw. âthis isnât about the sex, this isnât even about me wanting you. this is about me needing you. this is about me not being able to live without you. yes, iâve been with other girls. but thereâs a reason that youâre the only one thatâs always been thereâ
âi was so sure you didnât feel the same, so i tried to move on. but i couldnât, because none of those girls are you. and iâm so sorry that i hurt you, iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if i have toâ
chris looked at me as though he could cry. his blue eyes shot back and forth between my own, his thumb caressing my jaw gently.
âso make it up to meâ i whispered, pulling his lips to my own.
one of his arms smoothly slid behind my back, supporting my weight as i found it hard to keep my balance.
he kissed me like he had waited his whole life for this moment. his lips felt so soft against mine, unlike our last kiss.
this kiss made our drunken one feel sloppy and desperate, like two people who were just horny, but this was more than that. it was eye-opening, sweet, gentle, it was everything i didnât know i needed.
but chris did, he always knew what to say or do to make me happy. i couldnât stay mad at him even if i wanted to.
âlet me make you feel good?â he asked when we pulled away. âyeahâ i let out breathlessly, nodding my head.
âlay down for meâ he said, leaving another kiss to my neck. i did as he said, getting onto my bed and laying on my back.
he wasted no time in crawling over me, his hands placed on either side of my waist. âcan i?â he asked, lightly tugging at the hem of my top.
i nodded at him, lifting my upper body up as he pulled off my top. without a word, he attached his lips to my nipple while caressing the other with his hand.
i let out a loud moan at the feeling, beginning to squirm underneath him.
âshit, chrisâ i sighed out, his eyes immediately looking up at mine.
he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, watching as my body melted into his touch.
he sucked on my tit until the skin turned dark, moving to the other to give it the same treatment.
âgod, chris. feels so goodâ i moaned out while he continued to work my sensitive nipple with his tongue.
âyou look so pretty like thisâ he rasped as he soothed my boobs with his hands, âcanât believe i have you all to myselfâ he mumbled to himself.
he moved his face downwards, leaving gentle kisses to my rib cage and abdomen. he paid special attention to every birthmark and scar he found, pressing a kiss to each one.
his fingers rubbed small circles into my skin as he ventured further and further down my body.
he stopped at the waistband of my shorts, leaving a kiss to my crotch area. due to the thin material or the shorts and my lack of underwear, my hips shot up involuntarily at the feeling.
âno underwear? such a dirty fucking girlâ he spoke, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
he licked a long stripe up my pussy through the shorts, eliciting a long whine from me. âchris, stop teasing meâ i spoke as i squirmed under him.
âyou just make it so easy, babyâ he spoke, before continuing to leave kisses down my thighs and calves.
âlift upâ he spoke as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. i raised my hips, allowing chris to pull them off.
i let out a sigh at the feeling of my heat being exposed to the cold air of the room.
chris stared down at my glistening pussy, mouth hung open slightly as he pulled my folds apart, spreading me open.
âmy god, youâre so gorgeousâ he spoke, blowing cool air onto my heat.
âhold your legs apart for me, beautifulâ he spoke, his lips inches away from my core.
âso wetâ he mumbled before running his tongue along my thighs, just missing where i needed him.
âchris, please. i need your mouth so fucking badâ i whined. âwhere, baby?â he asked, teasing me some more.
finally having enough, i wrapped my legs around his head, pulling his face into my heat.
he let out a long moan into me, his eyes rolling back as he licked up every drop of my slick.
my head fell back at the feeling, legs loosening around him to let him pull back if needed, however he stayed right where he was.
the words that fell out of my mouth sounded like gibberish, but i didnât care about that. all i could focus on was chris.
the way he groaned into me, his needy tongue lapping me up like i was his last meal. his piercing eyes never left mine, only making the tight feeling in my stomach grow.
my arousal covered his flushed cheeks, making me even wetter.
there was something that i found so incredibly hot about how messily he was eating me out. it was like all he cared about was me finishing.
he moved his face from my legs, making me let out a whine at the loss of contact.
he stuck his tongue out, his spit dripping down onto my pussy.
âwhat do you think about when you touch yourself? â he asked suddenly while he brought his finger down to my core to rub me.
âi- ohâ i cried out in surprise at the feeling of his finger entering me.
âholy fuck, youâre so tightâ he whispered as he pushed his pointer finger in and out of my tight walls.
âoh my godâ i whimpered when he pushed another finger in.
âif you donât answer me, iâm stoppingâ he spoke.
âthis! i think about this!â i rushed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of his rough fingers inside of me.
âi think about how perfect your hands are. fuck- how long your fingers areâ i struggled out between moans, âi think about youâ i finished.
âyeah? what about my cock?â he asked as his fingers sped up.
âyou think about what it would feel like for me to fuck you into oblivion? â he asked as he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot.
âfuck, yes! iâm so close chrisâ i cried out as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of me.
âcâmon, you got it. doing so well for me, want you to make a mess all over meâ he rasped out, fingers moving rapidly inside of me.
âchris, wait! iâm gonna-â i tried to warn him, but i was too far gone as my juices shot out of me.
the liquid dripped down his face, onto the saturated sheets underneath us.
âyes, yes, fuck yesâ chris groaned as his mouth hung open. i leaned up slightly, watching the way his hips stuttered and his body shook.
âfuckâ he let out breathlessly, as he began to shudder.
âdid you just come untouched?â i asked, eyes widening slightly.
âif that doesnât prove how much i want you, nothing willâ
wait whyâd i kinda eat ??? đ€
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