#It's okey if you want to practice sex

[pinkthrone445]

-Let it burn to the ground-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:love, hurt, confort, funny

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, future smut(?)

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station.

Melissa Schemmenti, a woman who has had many things in life, including different experiences in love, had her first love in college, was married, was cheated on, divorced, was in a relationship again, broke up since they didn't have the same goals, and now she was having an affair with the fire captain... It was casual, with no feelings, just sex. She just wanted him for that, she even wanted to avoid talking about personal things and get him out of her house as soon as possible, but when he started staying overnight and eating breakfast with her and Jacob, the fire captain started to get the wrong idea.

Melissa didn't want a relationship with him, it was just casual, but he wanted to share more and more things about his life even though she didn't want to hear it.

One night, while they were together, the redhead wanted to undress him as quickly as possible before he started talking, she had even thought about buying a gag for him. But while she tried to undo his pants, he kept letting out sighs, so she stopped to ask what was wrong, even if she didn't really cared, she wanted the sings to stop, because she knew they wouldn't have sex if he didn't talked about what was bothering him first.

-"Okay, talk, what is going on with you? Why are you complaining so much?" - The redhead asked, crossing her arms and sitting on the bed looking at him

-"I'm tired of my work" - he confessed and the redhead rolled her eyes getting up of bed again

-"Okey, now that you got that out of your chest, can we have sex?"-The woman asked, raising an eyebrow, and he looked at her with a frown

-"I didn't even started talking about it, aren't you going to ask why I'm tired of my job when I used to love it?" - he asked a little offended by her lack of interest

-"Yeah yeah, go ahead, tell me please, I'm dying to know, why you are mad at your job" - The redhead said sarcastically, putting on her dressing gown and sitting up on the bed again

-"I got a new fire chief for the district, an asshole chief that is babysitting my station because the district got a few complains about us... I don't like it when there's someone watching my every step and checking what I'm doing wrong... On top of that the chief has a shitty humor, I think they need someone to have sex with, although I don't think anyone wants to touch them even with a 3-meter pole..."-Melissa listened to him complain for a long time, her desire to have sex had disappeared and now she was bored and upset, she didn't want a relationship, it was something casual, and what was happening was not casual at all-"They thinks that because has a badge of honor and a higher title they can command us however they wants, a couple of scars don't make others respect you, it's so annoying, that's why no one has touched them for years probably"-This time he rolled his eyes and Mel sighed looking at him

-"Do you feel better now that you've got that off your chest?" - The redhead asked and he nodded-"Good, you can go home now" - She said curtly and he looked at her confused

-"What? Why?" - he asked

-"Tomorrow I have to be at school early..."-Mel replied

-"Since when is that a problem? I can stay overnight..."-He offered, but she refused, getting out of bed, lifting the clothes that were on the floor and giving them to him

-"It's a problem since we said this would be a casual thing and you're making yourself very comfortable in my house, staying in my bed to sleep, leaving your toothbrush, eating Jacob's cereal, wanting to have deep talks... That wasn't our deal, I need you to go"-Melissa practically pushed him out of the room, insisting until she managed to get him to leave.

For a few days they didn't even talk by text, until one afternoon after school he was outside the doors waiting. The redhead approached confused and annoyed

-"What are you doing here? I don't want to see you yet..." - She whispered in an annoyed tone and he rolled his eyes

-"Get off your horse, princess. I'm not here for you, my stupid boss send me to get their son..."-He replied in an annoyed tone pointing at one kid that was waiting by the door with Barbara. Mel narrowed her eyes looking at the little guy, he was definitely a new kid at school since she hadn't seen him before.

When Barbra gave the signal that they could get out, the little boy ran to the fireman and stood next to him looking at him

-"Hi. My mom told me that you would come for me because she had to stay at the station cleaning..."-Commented the little boy. Actually, his mother had meant that she had to stay at the station cleaning the mess that Captain Robinson had made, but she couldn't tell that to the kid.

Mel frowned listening to the little guy

-"You didn't told me your new boss was a woman" - she whispered to the firefighter

-"Yeah, 'Cause if I'd told you she was a woman when I was complaining, you would've thought I didn't like her just because she was a woman and no because she is an actually asshole that has me running errands instead of giving me actual job" - He muttered, looking at the redhead annoyed. The little boy frowned

-"You're going to have to put money in the jar... You said something bad" - The boy said, adjusting his backpack annoyed.

-"What jar?" - Mel asked and the boy turned his attention to her

-"His mother put a jar in the station for us to put money in when we are aggressive or bad-mouthing co-workers, she said it would help make us a team..."-The firefighter commented annoyed and the redhead laughed at him

-"If it doesn't work like she wanted, at least she'll make extra quick money with you and your big mouth" - Melissa commented, laughing and patting the man's back, which rolled his eyes

-"Come on boy, your mother is waiting for you and I don't want her to take points away from me for being late again" - He muttered through his breath in annoyance and the little guy started following him

-"Goodbye Miss Schemmenti" - The little boy waved his hand before leaving

-"Goodbye little one, say hi to your mother, tell her that I like her very much even though I don't know her" - The redhead shouted before going back to the entrance of the school.

A couple of weeks passed and it was the day when Barbara's class would present who were the heroes for each children. Since Mel's class was in gym and she was free, she decided to stop by her work wife's class to listen to the kids.

Several children introduced their "heroes," some talked about their favorite heroe from a movie o cartoon, others about a soccer player, others about their pets, and some about their parents, who some of them were present.

Last of all, Barbara called the boy Melissa had met a few weeks ago

-"Cris... Come here please, it's your turn" - Barbara called the little boy to the front, who stood up carrying a fireman's helmet that was almost as big as his body, The little boy put his helmet on Barbara's desk playing with his little hands

-"My mom was supposed to come..."-He whispered in a shy tone

-"Hi, excuse me" - Mel felt a sexy but soft voice behind her and as she turned she saw a woman with a beautiful smile, wearing a blue T-shirt and firefighter pants with red suspenders. You passed by her side but the redhead stood in the place staring at you dumbfounded, lost enough to really listen to what you had asked her. Immediately Melissa thought you were the most beautiful and perfect woman she had ever seen, she had to admit that she had a weakness for women in uniform, but you were something else. Dumbfounded, she watched as you approached the little boy and knelt beside him hugging him

-"I'm here my baby" - You whispered and the boy hugged you with a lot of emotion

-"You came!"-The little guy hung on to you like a little koala and you stand up with him in your arms

-"I promise I would... And I never break a promise..."-You whispered and kissed his forehead making him smile-"Now I think you've got a presentation to give little gentleman" - You whispered and he nodded letting you lower him to the ground to present, you knelt next to him again to be at his level. Your son started talking excitedly mentioning the reasons why you were his hero, among them he mentioned your job as a firefighter chief and supervisor, your job as mom and you knowledge about medicine. Then he showed his classmates the helmet and they made you do push-ups with some kids on your back to show your strength.

Your son was very excited, being in a new school and feeling included was something that made him happy, and thanks to you being there it was possible. And even though you were tired of exercising, you were more than happy and was worth the effort to see him happy.

The kids took turns climbing on you excitedly, while others tried on your helmet and some parents took pictures. While you were only focusing your eyes on your son, the redhead was focusing on you, almost literally salivating for you. The way you smiled made it seem like you weren't making an effort, even though the sweat that collected on your forehead gave you away. Melissa had her eyes fixed on the way your arm muscles twitched and your bright smile shined. Her mouth had literally filled with saliva about to drool for you, but may the earth swallow her if she let others see her like that for you or anyone.

The redhead swallowed and cleared her throat when the kids decided they had enough and let you get up. Barbara congratulated your son on his presentation and let the class leave.

Your little one ran to get his backpack and came back to you jumping up and down, you picked him up smiling and placed your helmet on his head, walking to the exit, which was blocked by the same redhead from before

-"Excuse me..."-You whispered sweetly, but she didn't move, just like when you arrived

-"Miss Schementti!!" - Your son screamed, snapping the redhead out of her trance

-"Oh! I'm so sorry..."-she whispered, looking at you

-"It's okay, I'm sorry for my son, he is very exited that I came to school, that's hard for him to contain his emotion..."-You whispered and your son laughed mischievously but very cute

-"I get it... I would get very exited too if I see you come... I mean if I see you visit me at school" - The redhead blushed as she heard her own words-"I'm sorry, firefighters get me exited too..."-she whispered and you laughed tenderly at how cute she looked blushing

-"That's sweet..."-You whispered looking at her

-"I'm Melissa by the way... I teach third grade... I hope to have your children one day" - The redhead blushed again at how bad that sounded and you couldn't help but laugh again

-"You sure do... I'm (Y/N), it's a pleasure..."-You replied by reaching out your hand to shake hers, when you did the redhead was surprised with how soft your hands were despite the strength you had-"I have to go home to bath this little prince, but I hope to see you again sometime Miss Schementti" - You whispered close to her ear making her shiver before you went down the hall with your son in your arms, while Mel followed you down the hall, she realized that her favorite sound in the world was hearing her name coming out of your mouth.

The days began to pass and you couldn't stop spinning in the redhead's head, either on the nights she was at home she thought about how your muscles tensed under your t-shirt, or in broad daylight she remembered your sweet voice and beautiful smile. She needed to see you again and her head couldn't stop thinking of a plan to get it done.

As fate would have it, the perfect opportunity presented itself when Janine mentioned that they would do a fire drill in conjunction with the firefighters since the last time there was an accident, they were not well organized. Melissa was sure that you would be in that drill since your son was going to that school.

On the day of the drill Mel decided to spend more time than usual on her appearance, she spent more time putting together her curls and styling her hair, applied more makeup and perfume than usual, chose her best outfit and put on her best bra, the one that most settled her breasts and made them look well lifted. As she left the house, Jacob couldn't help but notice the change and comment on it

-"Wow, you look amazing... What is going on? Does it have anything to do with the fire captain that used to come home?" - He asked curiously, but Melissa laughed in denial

-"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not interested in him anymore..."-she responded by starting the car

-"Then it's for someone else..." - The young man was quickly able to draw the correct deduction since he had spent a lot of time with the redhead lately and had gotten to know her well-"I'm sure is a firefighter, you've always liked people in uniform and it's no coincidence that today you dressed up better on the day of the drill... Am I going on the right path?"-He inquired but she didn't say anything, concentrating on driving-"Come on you know I'm an excellent wingman, if you tell me I can help you..."-He commented in a knowing tone, the redhead just gave him a quick glance trying not to show her true interest. The truth is that she could do it alone, but she could use help to find out if you had a partner or if the father of your child was still around.

-"That's fine, but if you do anything to embarrass me, remember that you live in my house and that I could easily get you into a fatal" accident", you understand?"-she whispered in a threatening tone, and his housemate nodded excitedly, paying no attention to the threat

-"Tell me who it is and what can I do to help" - He smiled and clapped his hands with a grin from ear to ear

-"It's the fire chief and supervisor, the parent on Barbara's class... I need to know if they are single, that's all..."-She whispered a little embarrassedly with her eyes fixed on the road

-"But the fire chief is a wom... I knew you were bi! My gaydar is never wrong" - He whispered more to himself than to the redhead-"Consider it done" - It was the last thing they talked about in the car before they got to school.

Melissa spent most of her class hours training her students for the drill, the teachers weren't supposed to tell the students, but the redhead wanted to do everything right to see if you noticed her and praise her even a little.

When the redhead heard the sirens outside the school, her heart jumped with excitement and joy, she ran excitedly to the windows just to see you get out of the truck with all your uniform on, your gazes met momentarily when you were looking for the window of your son's classroom, the redhead smiled and you smiled back waving at her from a distance before entering the school.

Seconds later, Jacob appeared at the door of Melissa's classroom, breathing heavily from running, trying to keep his composure, he approached the redhead who was waiting for him excitedly

-"My" friend" from the fire station told me that she was married, but her husband passed away a couple of years ago and that no one has seen her with anyone or found out that she is in a relationship... My work here is done, I need to get back to my class before the drill starts"-He commented as fast as he could before running off again

-"Thank you!" - The redhead screamed excitedly and decided to put perfume back on and check her appearance on her mirror.

When everything was ready, the drill began and with it the control of the students and the entire building. Every time you passed by Melissa's side, her perfume blocked your senses and left your judgment clouded for a few seconds until you recomposed your posture, you loved perfumes like that. One of your weaknesses was when someone smelled good.

Surprisingly, the redhead's classroom was the most organized and several times you used it as an example of how to behave in a real fire. After all the control of the facilities and the drill was over, you greeted your son before he went back to school and decided to visit the redhead for her good preparation and behavior.

When you got to her classroom, she was sitting at her desk checking some assignments and wearing her glasses while her kids where focusing doing homework. Softly you knocked on the door getting her attention. Mel got up carefully and walked to the door smiling

-"Hi chief" - She whispered in a deducible tone and a tender smile-"Can I help with something?" - Asked

-"Hi miss Schementti... No, I just wanted to come and congratulate you personally on how well you and your class behaved in the drill..."-You whispered holding your helmet in your hands, taking a big but sneaky breath to feel her perfume, which the redhead noticed and couldn't help but smile

-"Thank you... I take the safety of my students very seriously... Thanks for noticing" - She whispered a little nervously about your presence and leaned into the doorframe looking at you

-"I'm glad to hear that... This is for you" - You handed her a pin that said "you're the only smoking hot thing I'll let it be out of control", laughing a little-"They where from the pride parade that we did last month, sorry. But I wanted to give you something for your good preparation... And this is for your students" - You handed her stickers of firefighters smiling a little embarrassed as she watched the pin smiling-"Since I've done everything I needed to do, I'll go drive the truck now... I hope to see you again sometime... Have a nice afternoon Schementti..."-You muttered making a couple of excessive gestures with your hands because of your nerves for the silly pin

-"Thanks for the pin and the visit... Do you want to see each other again outside of school soon? Maybe to grab a coffee or a bite to eat?..."-The redhead asked confidently, taking you by surprise

-"Oh yes... Sure, I'd like to go for something to eat...maybe tomorrow? It's my day off..."-You replied smiling and she nodded excitedly

-"I'll ask Janine for your number and I'll call you to work out the details... See you tomorrow chief" - Melissa commented, and when you went to the truck, she did a little dance of victory for getting a chance to go out with you.

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[haerinari]

DAY 22 — MIRROR SEX

PAIRING: choreographer!heesung x idol!fem!reader

GENRE: smut, mirror sex, fingering, teasing, nicknames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, size kink.

WARNINGS: +18 content.

It was around 8pm and you were tired as hell. the rest of your group had go home half an hour ago, but you were still in the dance practice with your choreographer, Lee Heesung.

Your group had a comeback soon, and Heesung insisted in you staying to practice a little more. You didn’t know why, everyone said the coreo was perfect and clean. so why continue practicing?

“You are doing this wrong” Heesung said.

“I’m not” you reproach. “Before you said that everything was perfect, so why am i still here?”

“I said that because everyone else was doing it great and i didn’t want to put more pressure in them. but you, you are doing it wrong” he said.

“Okey, fine” you finally agreed. “Teach me how”

“That’s what i wanted to hear” he said with a smirk.

Heesung came close to you and placed his big veiny hands on your waist. the touch sending shivers down your spine. you had to admit it, Heesung was really hot—but he was your choreographer, and you were an idol.

“The movement on your hips has to be in a circular motion” he said looking through your eyes on the mirror that was right in front of you.

“Okay” you said, you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Okay” he said.

Heesung took your hips and with his hands guide your hips to do the movement. you could fell your ass rubbing his crotch, feeling his obviously present erection. your breath started to get heavier.

your froze at that moment. looking on the mirror right in front of you how Heesung’s hands were placed on your hips, his mouth almost touching your neck, and his eyes looking at your tits.

his right hand started to get to the upper part of your body, passing his hands slowly from your hips, your abdomen, your tits, and finally reaching to your neck.

“you did it amazing” he said almost in a whisper, giving a kiss on your neck.

“Heesung…” you said.

“be silence for me, yeah pretty? you don’t want anyone do catch us, do you?

today was stressful, so why couldn’t you relax a little?

you nod at him, his free hand going from your hip to the waistband of your sweatpants. one of his fingers pulling your panties aside and doing little circles in your clit.

you were lost in pleasure, moaning on how you were seeing yourself in the mirror. heesung pass his finger up and down your slit a few times, finally introducing two of his slender fingers to your soaking cunt.

“oh fuck” you said with a small gasp.

“you like that pretty?” he said near your ear. “you’re so wet, and i haven’t even done anything”

your legs felt like jelly, heesung kissing your jaw and neck, his fingers pumping you faster every time. you could feel his cock on your ass, almost as it was begging to get out.

the knot in your stomach started to tie even more, telling you that your orgasm was approaching.

“Heesung I’m— i think i’m cumming” you said.

“you cumming? did i let you cum?” he said on your ear.

“please let me cum” you cried. “please, i will do anything for you. please let me cum, please, please.”

“go on y/n, cum on my fingers”

Heesung began to pump his fingers even more faster than before, his thumb also doing circles on your clit. if it wasn’t because heesung was grabbing you from behind, you would be on the floor. you legs started to shake, your were cumming hard.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” you said breathless.

you cummed on heesung’s fingers, feeling probably one of the best orgasms you have ever had.

“oh fuck” you said. “that was amazing”

if this was hot, seeing yourself with heesung behind you on the mirror, was making it ten times hotter. Heesung took his fingers out of your pants and took them to his mouth. licking them in the sexiest way possible.

“sweet” he said. but this is only the beginning.”

heesung turned you around, connecting both of your lips forming a wet kiss. he introduce his tongue into your moth, exploring your oral cavity while you could taste yourself from before.

you reach heesung cock with your hand, massaging it through his pants, feeling how painfully hard he was.

“get yourself on the floor” he demanded. “i’m going to fuck your brains out of you”

and so you did, getting yourself on the floor and taking your pants off. he also did it, and holy shit, he was big as fuck.

“that’s not gonna fit inside me” you told him.

“oh yes it will” he said smiling.

heesung took your legs and push them up to your shoulder, leaving you completely open for him. he aligned the tip of his dick with your entrance, teasing you rubbing it up and down, doing circles on your clit.

“i need you heesung, now” you said moaning.

“patience baby, patience”

his cock slide deliciously on your wet pussy, stretching your walls like never before. you could fell his dick touching every single part of your walls, touching spots you never knew that could feel this good.

“look yourself in the mirror” he said taking one of his hands and forcing you to look at yourself. “look how slutty you are, all open for me. how many times you imagine this, hmm?”

the view was so explicit that make you fell like you were going to cum. heesung was trusting you faster and faster, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“you’re gonna take my babies, hmm baby? gonna cum inside you”

“please, please heesung” you gasped.

“look at yourself cumming on the mirror, look at how i feel you up with my cum.”

you couldn’t stop looking at the scene on the mirror, heesung was fucking you so hard that you could see how his dick appear on your lower abdomen. he started doing little but effective circles on you clit, and that was all it takes to make you cum.

your second orgasm hit you harder that the one you got before. legs shaking and your eyes rolling at the back of your head due to the pleasure.

Heesung cummed seconds after you, painting all your walls with his cum, feeling you completely. he took his dick out, on the mirror you could see the mix of juices leaking out your pussy. you were exhausted.

“i want to see you after practice tomorrow as well, you are still doing that step incorrectly” he said with a smirk.

#lee heeseung #heesung enhypen #lee heesung x reader #heesung smut #enhypen #smut #kpop smut #kinktober

[anarchyrpbook]

FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode One Feel free to edit the sentences as you need. NSFW TW: Mentions of incest, sex, violence

“What’d they say, [name]?”

“That I’m lucky to have such a good helper like you.”

“You know, given the state of everything, I’d prefer not to if that’s alright.”

“It’s what you’re famous for.”

“He still took my money.”

“That’s grown-up stuff.”

“Is it your thumb, or mine?”

“My reproductive organs are intact, my hygiene well-maintained.”

“Feels a little tight.”

“On my wedding night, that dress got off almost as fast as [name] did.”

“Oh gosh. After ten years of cousin stuff, I’m definitely excited for the real thing.”

“I’m just excited for us to raise our kids together.”

“From that moment on, [location] was a distant memory for me.”

“Must be nerve-wracking, your [title] could be anyone.”

“It’s gunna take some time to fix.”

“[Name], I love you.”

“We all know that, [name.]”

“Messing around with your cousin, it’s all well and good for kids, but it's not a sustainable long-term sexual practice, you know.”

“Okey dokey.”

“Just so you know, this was the best day of my life.”

“Sir, please don’t make me use force.”

“Oh, geez.”

“Oh. I think I know who you are.”

“Everyone knows who I am.”

“Do they know who they are?”

“They are the product of one of life’s tricky little choices.”

“I’m going to offer you a choice.”

“You are my world.”

“You look like your [family member.]”

“You should see it sometime.”

“Maybe you should do what you do best: run and hide.”

“How’s your nose?”

“Well, I can still smell, it’s just… Mostly blood.”

“Imagine getting to put on one of those every day.”

“Wonder why they’re here.”

“We’re brainstorming here - and there’s no bad ideas in a brainstorm.”

“I’m going with you.”

“What you’re doing is insane.”

“[name], I’m not letting anyone else get hurt on my behalf.”

“Young [gender], you come back here right now.”

“Well, that didn’t work.”

“You have ambitions, don’t you?”

“I wanted it to happen, is that wrong?”

“Are you weak?”

“I don’t want to be.”

“You have anything else to say, in your defense?”

“I wanna thank you, for your guidance and for giving me a home.”

“I had no place in the world, so.”

“Do you know who did it?”

“Well, I narrowed it down to one of those assholes.”

“They asked me if it was you.”

“You’re telling me the supreme badass we’re looking for is a freaking mutant?”

“How do we know he’s not feral?”

“Why, is this an Amish production of The Count of Monty Cristo, or just the weirdest circle jerk I’ve ever been invited to?”

“Does that count, should I shoot him?”

“Would you shut the fuck up.”

“A bounty came down, a huge one. Enough to be a last score for me, and whoever’s with me.”

“Well, what makes you think I’d give a goddamn about that?”

“It ain’t where they’s running from I figured you’d be interested in. It’s where they running to.”

“Now, what the fuck would you know about where I’m from?”

“Well, that don’t sound like gratitude, do it boys?”

“Well, I tell you what, boys, whenever somebody says, they’re doing last one job, that usually means their heart’s not in it. Probably never was.”

“But for me, well, I do this shit for the love of the game.”

“You right friend about one thing, this right here, was your last job.”

“Well, you know what they say, us cowpokes, we take it as it comes.”

#rp sentence meme #rp meme #sentence meme #roleplay meme #source: fallout (2024) #fuck this show its s o good #*mine

[loveshearsmith]

Piss off, Ross - Ross Gaines x Reader

summary; [ross x female reader] unemployed and forced to do a restart course. a certain someone catches your eye.

warnings; 18+ content, detailed smut, unprotected sex, strong language, mild mentions of anxiety

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being unemployed in my late 20s was not something i ever would've imagined happening. the company i was working for had went under and i was made redundant, and eventually left with no choice but to join a course at the local job centre. i hated it. i felt judged and patronised by everyone who saw me walk into that building on that first day - little did i know just what i was about to encounter.

"okey cokey, pig in a pokey!" a female voice called as she entered the room, carrying her handbags and clipboard.

here we go, i mentally thought to myself, slightly rolling my eyes. i still couldn't believe i'd ended up here. "good morning job seekers. my name is pauline campbell-jones."

i lost concentration and looked around the room as she babbled on about what was going to happen in this course. my eyes scanned the different people who were joining me here, a mixture of elderly scruff men, trouble-making youngsters, until finally i spotted someone who doesn't look like he belonged here. well, i secretly hoped that i also didn't look like i "belonged" in a job centre, but i was immediately intrigued by him. he was dressed fairly smartly, a blazer over his shirt, small glasses that sat perfectly on his face just under his flopped fringe, complimenting his strong jawline. he seemed to be watching pauline intensely, tapping his pen slightly against his paper. he's quite attractive, i thought.

someone cleared their throat abruptly, and my head snapped back round to see pauline stood right before me, staring in my eyes. "and what's your name, love?" she asked.

"oh- uh" i stuttered due to the sudden and unexpected pressure, "i'm y/n".

"well, y/n" pauline began to say, "maybe you wouldn't be unemployed if you spent as much time looking for jobs as you do looking at mr. ross over there." my mouth dropped open slightly at her rude comment, before reality set in over what she had actually said. out loud.

a deep red immediately flushed my cheeks, and i took a quick glance at the man she called ross, only to find he was already looking back in my direction with a small smirk on his face. was he checking me out? no, he's obviously just mocking me considering i just got humiliated on my first day in front of the whole class.  my eyes snapped back down to my papers. i wanted the floor to swallow me whole... what a mess this had already turned out to be.

i kept quiet for the rest of the session, head down the whole time. however I couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes burning into me. deep down, i knew it was him, but i was going to save myself from further humiliation and just ignore it. as soon as pauline announced the end of the session, i wasted no time packing up and practically running out of the building. the dreaded thought eating me alive that i would only have to return again tomorrow morning.

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it was the next day, and i got there extra early to ensure i was the first to arrive. i couldn't bare the thought of walking into a full room, being stared at by everyone who witnessed that monstrosity yesterday. maybe it wasn't as bad as i was making it out to be, but i was still ashamed. people eventually began to arrive and the seats were slowly getting filled. i had chosen the table right at the back in the corner of the room, in order to avoid as much contact with anyone as possible. my throat suddenly became dry as i saw that all-too-familiar man enter the room. i watched as his eyes did a quick scan before settling on me, and i swore i saw a small smile tug at his lips. my eyes shot down as i pretended to pick at my fingernails, but i could still see him out of my peripheral vision. he began walking towards me, and i prayed that he would fill one of the empty seats along the way. but no, of course he didn't. i felt his presence, and i watched from the corner of my eye as he pulled out the chair right next to me, and started sitting down. my heart beat elevated as i continued to steal small glances at him, wondering and worried about what he had planned.

"hi, i'm ross" he spoke in a fairly quiet tone, flashing a smile and extending his hand out towards me. yeah, i know, i thought. there was something far too professional about him. i stared at his hand and quickly cleared my throat as it was somehow drier than it was before.

"i'm y/n" i said, reaching out to shake his hand. his skin was smooth and his grip was firm but gentle.

"yeah, i know" he said, repeating my thoughts.

"ha... right.." i said quietly, forcing out an awkward chuckle. i decided to bite the bullet and just clear the awkward air as soon as possible. "listen, i'm sorry about yesterday" i coughed slightly again as i looked down at the desk. god, i'm so lame.

"nothing to be sorry about," ross said and i nodded slightly, kind of relieved that he seemed to be understanding. "i tried to speak to you after class yesterday, but you left so quickly. i couldn't catch up in time" he chuckled a bit.

"yes, well..." i trailed off, not really sure what to say. wasn't it obvious i was rushing off to avoid him?

i raised my eyes from the desk as the room echoed with the same "okey cokie, pig in a pokie" as yesterday. i huffed under my breath, anxious that she might do something else to call me out again. ross must have heard me, as he leaned in closer to whisper in my ear "don't worry, the only one who she's embarrassing is herself." the simple act caused chills to pass over my skin, almost making me shudder.

i let out a small laugh through my nose, grateful at his attempt to comfort me. pauline continued rambling on about today's workshop on job options, as ross leaned back towards me again. in a hushed tone, he whispered "so, how come you're here then?"

i was a bit taken back by his question, "is that really something you should ask?"

"i didn't mean it in a rude way. but come on, a pretty girl like you, i can't imagine you've just been scrounging off of benefits all your life. you look like you've got it all together, which is more than what I can say for some of the messes in here" he grimaced as he glanced around the room.

i was quiet for a moment, mainly only thinking about the fact that he just called me pretty. "i was forced to come here. i was recently made redundant. i had no choice" i sighed at the reminder, i had liked my job.

he nodded. "well that's a shame... still, this will be over before you know it." i turned my head to shoot him a slight smile. i was about to ask him the same question, considering my first impression of him was that he didn't look like someone who'd been struggling to get work, but i was quickly interrupted. pauline cleared her throat sharply, just as she had done yesterday, and we both looked up to see her scowling at us from the front of the room.

"well, well. If it isn't little miss y/n and mr ross," she began sarcastically, "sitting together are we? as if it wasn't bad enough being ignored by the both of you yesterday, now you're both just speaking over me!"

I went to reply to her, but ross beat me to it. "sorry, pauline. I was just asking y/n if she had a pen I could borrow."

"you want a pen, ross?" pauline said, "well there are plenty of pauline's pens up here at the front near mickey love. now I want you to move here so I can keep a close eye on you." I could tell that ross wanted to protest against her, but she looked at him like such filth that he quickly closed his mouth and stood up. he glanced at me as he walked away with a subtle roll of his eyes, making me giggle.

the rest of the session dragged by, i found myself staring at the back of ross' head for the majority of it, and he'd occasionally turn around in his seat to pull faces at me whenever pauline said something completely inappropriate.

"come on ross, on your feet" she suddenly said, making us look at eachother in confusion. she wanted ross to partake in the last exercise of the day for sales jobs, where he had to try and sell a copy of the big issue. i watched as he stood at the front of the class next to pauline, holding his hands awkwardly. i leaned back in my seat and craned my neck upwards, barely controlling the smirk on my face. i had a feeling this was going to be quite entertaining.

"right then, job-seekers. i want you all to imagine that we're standing on a very busy highstreet," pauline began, "and i'm an attractive young housewife." the laugh that erupted out of me was completely accidental. my hands slapping over my own mouth to stifle the noise was not enough, as pauline slowly turned to stare at me with eyes of daggers. ross however, was smiling at me widely with his bright teeth as he laughed along. i felt giddy knowing i had made him laugh. god, what is wrong with me? i barely know him.

i watched the scene unfold, with pauline mocking ross for his "poor attempt" at selling, before she strangely started asking him to beg her, making everyone in the room uncomfortable.

"no! no, I won't!" he finally snapped, raising his voice. "i won't beg you pauline."

there was a long pause. "very well..." she mumbled, "sit down please, ross." he angrily gave her the magazine back before returning to his seat. she followed closely behind, before raising the magazine and aggressively slapping it across his head. my jaw dropped involuntarily as ross cried out in pain, holding the side of his head where she had hit him. i stood up from my seat, my mouth still wide open in disbelief, and i went to approach him to see if he was okay.

pauline held out her palm towards and stopped me in my tracks, "ah, ah" she said, as if she was telling off a small child or a dog. i stood feeling helpless, watching ross continue to gawk in pain as pauline went around the room and started shouting at everyone. but i wasn't listening to her, not until she shortly announced that it was time to leave. i grabbed my bag and walked over to ross, who was also stood up gathering his belongings. "hey, are you okay?" i said, genuinely concerned.

he looked up at me, his angry face immediately softening. "uh, yeah, i'm alright."

"are you sure-"

he cut me off, "yeah honestly, i'm fine. can we just go?" he said, nodding towards the door. "i'm desperate to get out of here." he seemed flustered and agitated, but i didn't blame him. i would be too.

i nodded and followed him out of the building. we stood on the street outside of the job centre, and i turned to look at him. "we should do something, she can't get away with that." i said, but he didn't seem that bothered.

"what would we do? there's no one to even tell."

"we can report it to the authorities or something. it's just unacceptable."

ross shook his head, which confused me. this was a bigger deal than he seemed to realise. "no one will care, y/n."

"well i care" i said, looking at him as he stared me in the eyes. he glanced down at the floor quickly and nodded his head, before looking back at me. "thanks" he said quietly, poking his tongue out across his lips to wetten them.

there was a small silence. "does it still hurt?" i said, reaching out to touch the side of his head.

"not really" he swallowed, continuing to stare at me. i lowered my hand, mumbling a "good."

there was another small silence, but he broke it this time. "would you maybe want to... go grab a coffee or something? unless you have plans" he seemed nervous, but i smiled in response which made him seemingly relax.

"i'd love to" i said, and we began walking down the road towards the nearest coffee shop.

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we sat for a few hours, talking about anything and everything. how unbelievable we think pauline is, where we grew up, where abouts we live now, what our interests are. we discovered that we had quite a lot in common. the more we spoke, the more attracted i became to him. he was so well-mannered and polite.

we both lost track of time and would have stayed even longer had we not been ushered out by the closing staff. he insisted on being the one to pay, and i couldn't resist the joke as we walked out the door. "what? just because i'm on the dole you think i can't afford a couple cups of coffee?" he snickered and used his elbow to gently nudge me in the side. i smiled widely to myself as we walked along, taking in the evening sun as it began to set in the sky.

"can i walk you home?" he turned to me, looking hopeful.

"what a gentleman" i joked, causing him to roll his eyes with a smile. "i'd love to say yes, but you live on the other side of town from me, and that's quite a long walk back by yourself."

"oh it's not a bother. i could just ring barbara to come pick me up" he said, alluding to the local taxi driver.

i refused, wanting to make it easier for the both of us, but he went to protest again. with a sudden boost of confidence, i walked forward and reached up to place a kiss on his lips, silencing him. i felt him kiss back almost immediately, after the initial shock, of course. i pulled back after a few seconds and exhaled through my nose. "goodnight, ross. i'll see you tomorrow." i smiled cheekily, turning away from him and beginning my walk back home. i felt tipsy, eventhough i hadn't had a single sip of alcohol. my mother would have called it drunk in loveee, but i shook the thought from my head, unable to control the grin on my face the whole way home.

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the next day quickly arrived, and i awoke in the morning feeling excited for the first time in months. i got up and picked an outfit, cuter and more formal than what i'd normally wear, especially to a job centre. however i stuck to my usual, light makeup. i didn't want it to seem like i was dressing up too much.

i made it to pauline's class, but i was somehow a few minutes late. brilliant, i mentally scowled myself, and stood outside for a moment to work up the courage to knock on the door and walk in.

"ah, y/n. how nice of you to actually join us" pauline said in her usual sarcastic tone.

"i'm really sorry pauline. something came up."

"don't let it happen again" she looked at me sternly and i nodded before she gestured at the tables for me to go and sit down.

i immediately spotted ross at the back of the classroom, in the same space as where i was sat yesterday. the empty seat next to him almost grabbing me by an invisible magnetic force. i gave him a smile as i made my way over, and sat down as quietly as possible in order to prevent disturbing pauline even further.

"glad you showed up" he whispered. "i was worried you had called in sick or something to avoid me."

"no, not at all!" trying to voice my urgency in a hushed tone was difficult, but i hope he believed me. he was the only reason i forced myself to come here this morning, i certainly didn't want to avoid him.

"that's good, then" he nodded, and i watched as his eyes flicked up and down my body, observing my outfit. "you look nice, by the way"

i couldn't hide the blush on my cheeks as i grabbed my pen and started making notes to catch up with what i'd missed. "thank you" i smiled, moving my foot under the desk to lightly nudge his shoe.

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the session was almost coming to an end, with pauline wanting to do one more exercise on practicing conducting interviews. she had already had poor mickey up the front, making a fool of himself, but now she wanted someone to volunteer roleplaying as the interviewer, so she could play the "perfect" candidate.

she had singled me out in the room, completely unprovoked. "now, i won't be asking you, y/n love. most interviewers don't show up late, it's usually a very bad impression" i swallowed and focused my gaze on the desk, avoiding eye contact with her. i could feel ross looking at me. i had told him yesterday about how i'd always struggled with anxiety, especially social anxiety, and how my memories of school had been tainted due to my teachers constantly picking on me.

"any takers?" she said, looking around the room. "come on, don't be shy."

there was a moment's silence before a stern "i'll do it." arose from right beside me. i raised my eyes from the desk to look at him, and he was staring intensely at pauline. she beckoned him to stand up, and he gladly obliged, making his way over to the front. as he tucked in his chair, he sent me a subtle wink, and i sat up in my seat wondering what he had planned.

i watched as he immediately began to tease pauline, asking for the clipboard and the pen, before making a snide comment about how he was glad that she wasn't naked. i suppressed my smile, pressing my knuckle against my lips. i continued to watch the scene, pauline pretending to enter the interview and immediately sitting down.

"would you like to take a seat?" ross said sarcastically, mimicking the tone she always used when belittling us.

"ross is quite right," she said as she jumped up. "you're in the driver's seat now."

"... i know." the look on his face as he clicked the pen and slowly smirked up at pauline made the core between my legs ache, and i pressed my thighs tightly together in an attempt to stop the inappropriate feeling.

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this new side to ross made me feel things i hadn't felt before. the 'interview' was proceeding, with ross continuously taunting and spiting pauline. making her admit how old she was, asking her if she was an egregious person, to which she agreed, and mocking her for her lack of academic qualifications.

he was being stern and stubborn, and a small piece of me couldn't help but think he was perhaps partly doing this to stick up for me, making me want him even more.

the roleplay drew to a close with pauline cockily standing up extending her hand for a hand shake. "thank you very much, when do i start?"

the smug look on her face quickly vanished when ross scoffed. "i'm sorry, but i can't offer you this position." he went on to say that she strikes him as a bully, is foul-mouthed, under qualified, and above all else, "too old."

i mentally praised him as i listened, grateful that pauline was finally getting a taste of her own medicine. she got quiet and took the clipboard back from ross, before suddenly ripping off the papers that he was making notes on, and began shouting. "you'll eat these words!" she exclaimed, turning to him and physically shoving the screwed up papers into his mouth. "egregious, am i? foul-fucking-mouthed?!"

it all happened too fast, and i watched in horror as he began physically choking, pauline's grip on him was so tight that he could barely fight back. i stood up and ran to them, shouting at pauline to stop and trying to push her off of him. but she didn't budge and continued trying to choke ross, before mickey raised from his seat and shouted at her to "stop being a nutter."

pauline seemed to come to her senses (if that was even possible), and let go of him, before slowly turning around and realising what she'd done. i rushed to crouch down at ross' side and placed my hand on his shoulder as he leant forward in his seat, coughing and spluttering uncontrollably. i watched as he struggled to regain his breathing, and i moved my hand to rub circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him.

eventually, the entire class was slowly filing out, including pauline who didn't say a word as i glared at her. it was just me and ross left, the only noise being his small coughs that he made as he began to calm down. i moved my hand from his back and placed it on his knee, "are you okay?" i said gently, enticing him to look at me.

he took a deep breath and nodded slowly, still staring at the floor. he finally raised his head and stared at me. looking into his eyes, they seemed sad and helpless, before they suddenly changed. they became clouded with darkness and he gave me a look that i couldn't quite read. it was a look i'd never seen before. only then did i realise just how close we were to eachother, faces inches apart. i gulped, not knowing what to do.

all of a sudden, ross stood up, pulling me up with him. his hands met the side of my face as he aggressively pushed his lips against mine, taking me completely by surprise. i squealed against him before i registered what was happening, and began kissing him back. the kiss was sloppy and rough, his lips seeming desperate.

he backed me up against the wall, his hands moving from my face to my waist as he began kissing down my neck. i gripped at his hair, my breathing becoming heavy. he began to bite and suck at my neck and shoulders, careless that there would be definitely be marks there tomorrow. as weird as it sounds, i kind of wanted them to be there, a reminder of whatever this would turn out to be.

i could feel myself growing increasingly wet as he trailed his kisses down my clothed body, slowly getting on his knees. he moved his hands down from my waist to hold onto the sides my thighs, before he suddenly stopped, looking up at me. i nodded, not even sure of what he was doing. but i knew i wanted it anyway. he wasted no time tracing his fingers up my thighs and i watched as they disappeared under my skirt. i felt him playing with the hems of my thong and i groaned, desperate for some friction. he slowly began to pull my panties down, enjoying how much i was growing increasingly frustrated. he pulled them all the way to my ankles and over my shoes, encouraging me to step out of them. he held them in front of his face, observing them.

"so wet for me" he whispered, looking up at my face. i whined and pressed my legs together, much like i had done earlier that afternoon. "no, no" he smirked, forcing my legs apart.

"please" i spoke in a broken whisper, causing him to look back up at me.

"please, what?" he said tauntingly. "i want you to tell me what you want."

"please touch me" i whimpered, feeling tears prick at my eyes.

"well, because you asked so nicely..." i watched as he threw my thong somewhere behind him, and began trailing kissing up the inside of my thigh, lifting my skirt and holding it against my stomach. my breathing became extremely heavy as i waited to feel him where i most desperately needed to.

i gasped as his tongue suddenly flicked against my clit, throwing my head back against the wall at the much-needed sensation. i moaned loudly as his mouth wrapped around my pussy, his saliva and my juices mixing perfectly together.

he ate me so hungrily, liked a starved dog at a buffet. his tongue worked me perfectly, focusing near my entrance, as the rest of his mouth caressed my trembling nub of nerves. my body reflexed and bucked against him, grinding my pussy down onto his face. i moaned loudly as my clit rubbed against his nose, causing him to grip me tighter and force my hips against the wall to stop me. i could tell that he wanted to be in control. i grew excessively louder, my hands forcefully holding onto his head for something to grip on to, as i felt myself already getting close.

i allowed myself to bounce up and down on his mouth, trying to get a bit more friction on my clit. he groaned against me, the vibrations almost sending me over the edge. i felt my climax approaching and i tilted my head upwards, my mouth hung open as i readied to reach the summit. until suddenly, it stopped.

ross pulled away from me and stood up, leaving me panting heavily, and oh so unsatisfied. "what the fuck?!" i complained, only to be ignored. "i was so close."

i watched as he undid his belt, flinging it off along with his blazer, and began unzipping his jeans, through which i could see the huge outline of his bulging boner. he pulled them down to his ankles to expose his boxer briefs that were leaking with precum, and i almost instantly dropped to my own knees to return the favour. i looked up at him, trying to look as sexy as possible as i raised my hand to palm him through the thin material. he screwed his eyes shut and hissed as my fingers played with the head of his penis, and i felt it twitch, begging for more.

i smirked and pulled down his boxers to his jeans, letting his aching member spring free and slap against his stomach. he groaned at the feeling, before i collected the precum from his tip and rubbed it and down his shaft, pumping him a few times. i placed the head in my mouth and began sucking him slowly, using my tongue to expertly swirl around the bottom of his tip. i certainly wasn't an expert, far from it, but from the way i had ross moaning, i don't think he paid any mind.

i began going lower, slowly taking more of him in as i bobbed my head gently. but i must've teased him too long, as he leaned down and pushed the hair out of my face, grabbed the sides of my head and pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. my hands flailed to grip on to the sides of his thighs as i tried so hard not to gag. but i didn't have much time to think about it as he began rocking into my mouth, thrusting his hips. he moaned quietly, concentration furrowing in his brow. he began fucking my throat, causing me to choke below him, but i didn't mind. i enjoyed it, actually, knowing he was using me to get his pleasure.

i didn't know my eyes were watering until i felt the tears stream down my cheeks, my mascara probably getting ruined. he carried on for a few more minutes, staring down at me as he continuously told me that i was "taking him so well." he suddenly pulled away again, leaving me slightly annoyed as he had ruined my revenge plan to edge him, just as he'd done to me.

but before i knew it, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, bending me over the nearest desk. he held my wrists behind my back as he forcefully pulled my skirt up, rubbing his hardened cock against my dripping folds. we both let out a low moan as he finally entered me, his large appendage filling me up so deeply. i groaned as he slowly began thrusting into me, lowering my head to rest it against the desk below me.

"god, you're so tight" he grunted from behind me, beginning to pound me harder. it burned and it hurt, but in the best way possible. his grip on my wrists was so tight that it was sure to leave bruises by the next morning. the desk wobbled and creaked beneath us as he sped up, the sound of our heavy breathing and skin slapping filled the room. he suddenly pulled me upwards so i was stood, my back against his clothed chest. one of his hands stayed gripping my wrist, and the other ran against my hair, collecting some of it into a loose pony tail, before he pulled it roughly, forcing my head backwards. i felt his head rest on my shoulder, grunting in my ear as he continued to fuck me. it was messy. rough and angry. and i think he just needed to use me to release his frustrations. but it was very good nonetheless. he reached down to give my arse a light, unexpected spank, making me choke on a moan.

"i think. i think I'm gonna... cum" i barely managed to get my words out, ross continuing to ram in to me. he let go of my hair and reached round the front of me, rubbing the pad of his fingers over my clit. i screwed my eyes shut dousing in the extreme pleasure, my mouth hung open silently, unable to vocalise my moans.

"come on," he whispered in my ear, "cum for me." his encouraging words and his fingers still working magic was enough to finish me. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" i moaned loudly and flung my head back against his chest, orgasm finally flushing over me. ross removed his hand and raised it to clamp it over my mouth, trying to stifle my loud profanities. his cock still grinding inside of me, helping me ride out my orgasm.

"fucking hell" he groaned through a laugh. "you're such a good girl." he pulled out breathlessly and gently turned me around, pushing me backwards so that my arse hit the desk and my knees buckled to perch on it. he stood between my legs and held my waist to push me further onto it, allowing me to be more comfortable.

he slowly entered me again, before immediately picking up the pace and ploughing me hard. i cried out, wrapping my legs around his lower torso, my arms holding onto his shoulders tightly. i think i may have trouble walking in the morning. he moaned into my hair, his hands under my skirt cupping my arse cheeks.

i moved my hips forward to meet his, copying his rhythm and grinding against him. "fuck!" he groaned against me, trying to keep as quiet as possible. he played around with the hem of my shirt for a while, looking like he was deep in thought, before he suddenly pulled it up and off my shoulders, discarding it somewhere across the room. he stared at my lace bra, my nipples large and pointed. his mouth gaped open as his hips thrusted erratically and became more sloppy. i knew he was close, and considering i was still extremely sensitive from my first orgasm, i knew i wasn't far behind him.

he began moaning uncontrollably, and the noise was like an angel choir to me. i shoved my face into his shoulder, using his collarbone to try to quiet my own noise. i don't know why, but i had only just realised where we actually were. in a public place, where anyone could walk in or hear us at any time. my hands crawled up under the back of his shirt, allowing my finger nails to dig into his skin, and i let myself go, cumming around him for the second time.

he gasped at the sensation of my pussy clenching around him, and i felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of me. he suddenly pulled out and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward to the edge of the desk and encouraging me to lay down. he held his penis and pumped his fist a few times before cumming all over my naked stomach, "oh, fuck" and "yes" being the only words he could manage. he almost collapsed onto me, my chest heaved as i watched him. I'd never seen something quite so hot before.

after a few minutes of us desperately trying to catch our breath, he stood up and walked over to pauline's desk where there were a box of tissues. he grabbed a few and wiped himself, before pulling up his pants and jeans and bringing the box over to me. i cleaned his mess from my skin and stood up, throwing the dirty tissues in the bin. i wandered around the room to pick up my shirt and my panties before dressing myself. i sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, watching ross as he fastened his belt.

"so... what now?" i questioned with an awkward chuckle, not knowing how to proceed with our relationship after the hottest and most random sex of my life.

"uhh, i don't know. late lunch?" he replied, genuinely suggesting us things to do.

"i could do with a shower, to be honest." i laughed, not really wanting to spend any time in public looking and feeling like a hot mess.

"okay, come back to mine then?" i looked at him, not sure if he was actually being serious, but the look he was giving me told me he was. i didn't really want to, but at the same time, i really did. "we can shower and I'll order us food or something. i need to talk to you, anyway."

he didn't give me much time to respond, as he began dialling his phone and ordering us a taxi. we were stood outside waiting for barbara, ross wasn't saying much and i was worried that i'd made a mistake and had set myself up for a very awkward evening. i mean, what do you actually say to the man who just fucked your brains out, completely unplanned in the middle of the day?

we were soon sat in the cab, ross and barbara speaking about what-not. she tried to include me in light conversation but i couldn't really concentrate. i ended up staring out the window as i began thinking about things. about ross...

yesterday, he kept avoiding my questions about work and why he was at a job centre, eventhough he knew my reasonings as to why i was there. he had invited me out for coffee and paid, just a moment ago he had invited me out for lunch, and when i denied he said he'd order us takeaway, and he has just paid for a cab to his flat. he didn't live very far away from the job centre, only about a 20 minute walk, which confused me beyond belief. don't get me wrong, it's not like i couldn't afford those things. I'm not completely broke. but you'd assume that someone out of work would be trying their hardest to save money if there were other alternatives, such as walking a small distance or cooking a home meal.

i didn't want to think too much about it, or judge his situation, but i was anxious about what he wanted to talk to me about. i thanked barbara and climbed out onto the street. deep down i was secretly grateful that we didn't have to walk, anyway. i'd have been hobbling side-to-side due to the pain down there. thanks ross.

i followed him into his apartment and took in my surroundings. it was pretty nice. i immediately see a kitchen island with bar stools, joining into the living space with a large couch and tv, a bookshelf tucked into the corner. "can i get you anything to drink?" he asked, putting his bag and blazer down onto the kitchen counter.

"uh, just water is fine, thank you." i felt awkward and vulnerable. i just didn't know what to say to him. i tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear as he passed a glass of water to me, and i sipped it gratefully, thankful for the refreshing hydration after the exerting events of our afternoon.

"so... what did you want to talk to me about?" i wasted no time, eventhough i was nervous about his answer. he gestured for me to sit next to him on one of the kitchen stools, and i sat cautiously, my mind racing with what he could possibly say. was it good or bad news? was he going to say that he wanted to see me more often? say he never wanted to see me again? or was he going to announce that he's riddled with STD's and has just passed them all onto me?

i watched as he grabbed multiple papers and what looked like video tapes from his bag. "so i guess i just have to jump straight in..." he began by clearing his throat and knocking the papers against the counter to straighten them.

i grew impatient as i looked at him, searching his face for answers. "now, don't be mad" oh brilliant. whenever a man says that, 9 times out of 10, he's about to say something that would make anyone go ballistic. "but i haven't been completely honest about what i've been up to for the past week."

"what do you mean?" i stuttered.

he let out a sigh, and i assumed he was nervous. which only made me want to shit bricks. "i'm actually employed, and i've been working under cover at the job centre."

of all of the things i thought he might have said, that was certainly not one of them. i sat in shock, my brows furrowed, once again not even knowing what to say. my mind raced again and it began to piece things together. the professionalism. the money.

he noticed that i hadn't said anything and carried on. "i'm an internal investigator. i've been investigating pauline and examining her classes-"

"what?" i cut him off, finally regaining my words. "you... what?" that was all i could seem to manage to say. i stood up from my seat and walked to the other side of the counter, feeling my heart beginning to beat under my chest.

"this is a good thing, y/n." he said, also standing up and beginning to approach me. i scoffed and screwed my face up.

"how? i didn't know that lying and being a faker was a good thing." i felt a range of emotions. confusion. shock. betrayal? maybe that was a bit excessive, but i felt like i suddenly didn't even know him. this man whom i'd been hanging out with and seeing every day, he was a complete stranger. was any of the stuff about his childhood and hobbies that he told me in the coffee shop even true? i had been completely honest with him from the start, finding a friend in him, opening myself up (emotionally and physically...), and this is how he repays me?

"i didn't lie to you, y/n." i resisted the urge to scoff again, but i just looked at him confused. "...withholding of information is not technically a lie." i rolled my eyes and turned away from him, wanting to run out the door and not look back.

a hand rested on my shoulder and i shook it off, walking to the door to try and slip my shoes back on. "y/n, just stop. i meant that it's a good thing because i'm going to have all this evidence against pauline. when i hand this over, she'll be locked up for good." i glanced at him as he was holding everything that he laid out on the counter earlier. "these are recordings. all of the times she was ever rude or picked on you. every time she belittled mickey. every time she... you know. physically hurt me. it's all on here."

ross' pov

i shook the papers and the tapes desperately in my arms, trying to get her to understand. i wasn't even supposed to be telling her this information, it was completely against the rules of the social services. but i trusted her. i wanted her help in being a witness against pauline. and above all else, i just wanted her to know the real me.

she was silent for a long moment, but i could tell her thoughts were racing.

"why didn't you tell me this sooner?" her voice was quiet.

i sighed, wishing i had been truthful with her from the start. "it's company policy. i'm not even supposed to be telling you now. but i trust you, y/n. i really do." i watched as she slowly turned to face me and put her shoes back down on the floor. "i didn't want to hide from you anymore."

"okay, so... what was earlier about, then?" she cradled her arms against her chest, looking nervous. or embarrassed. or both?

"what do you mean?" i wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, but she soon made me feel like an idiot for not understanding.

"oh, you know, when you randomly fucked me?!" her voice was raised. i couldn't tell if she was mad about it, or just mad at me. but surely she wouldn't have come back here with me if she was disgusted and never wanted to see me again.

"i- i just. i don't know, i was angry. i needed something. someone. and you were there being all nice-"

"so you would've just done that to anyone?" she spat, cutting me off.

"no! god, no!" my grip loosened on the evidence against pauline, letting it crash to the floor in a discarded mess. but i didn't care, the only important thing at the moment was getting y/n to understand. "i... i really like you" she looked at me but didn't say anything, so i continued. "i think you're so beautiful. i didn't mean to upset you or anything, and i'm really sorry if i did. i just thought that, i don't know, maybe you liked me too..." i sighed again and looked at the floor, feeling vulnerable and worried that i had ruined the relationship between us.

"i do like you, ross" she spoke so gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "i liked you from the moment i saw you."

i couldn't find any words, i didn't need them, anyway. i walked towards her cautiously, extending my hands towards her face. she didn't move as i used my palms to cup her cheeks, smoothing a piece of hair from in front of her eyes. i leaned forward a little, her eyes glancing from my eyes to my lips.

reader's pov

i fluttered my eyes closed in anticipation, as i leaned towards him, waiting for the gap to be sealed. his lips pressed against mine, they felt small and incredibly gentle, a huge difference to how he was kissing me earlier. i raised my hands to allow my fingers to run through his hair, enjoying the feeling. i smiled against him, wanting to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away.

he rested his head against mine, our noses almost brushing together. "will you help me get pauline fired?" he whispered. all i did was nod.

his lips curled into a small smile. "just five more weeks of torture left, before she gets what she deserves."

"torture?" i questioned, sarcasm lacing my voice. "i think five weeks of seeing me every day will be pure bliss for you" i smirked, allowing my hands to rest on his lower back.

"i think you're right" he whispered, moving to kiss me again. it immediately heated up, my tongue slipping into his mouth. he walked me through the apartment, tongues still intertwined, before softly laying me against the couch. somehow, we both ended up undressed, panting heavily as we explored eachother. my hands raked through his hair as i moaned, his lips kissing down my neck in the same spots he had done not long before. "hold on" he whispered, pulling away from me and quickly running into the next room. he immediately returned, pulling a condom onto himself, making me chuckle. "probably a bit late for that." he laughed lightly and hovered over me, parting my legs with his knee.

"are you ready?" he said, leaning down to peck my lips. i nodded and rested my head back on the cushions, hissing as he stretched me out. "i'm sorry" he cooed, "are you okay?"

i nodded again, tears pricking at my eyes. "you really did a number on me earlier" we laughed against eachother, sharing small kisses as he stayed still inside of me, allowing me to adjust to the feeling. "we don't have to-"

"no, i want to. it should be okay now." he cautiously started rocking into me, moving as slowly as he could. after a while, the stinging stopped, and the pleasure soon returned. he was gentle and loving, only making the experience even more gratifying. our whines filled the apartment, lips moving perfectly together, my fingers rubbing his back and through his hair. no one had ever made love to me the way ross was right now.

we soon reached our highs and we laid exhausted, cuddled against eachother.

"should we go have that shower now?"

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Okey so I found you on ao3 and I just wanna say I love your Picard x reader stuff so much 😳😳 there's barley any of it out there would you want to do some more nsfw of him, anything honestly cuz I'm desperate 😭 either way, thank you for your work! You are awesome 😎

Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you like my writing thus far! I will 10000% write more Picard smut. In fact, here's one just for you, Nonny! Have a lovely day!!

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His Two O'Clock

Captain Jean-Luc Picard (ST:TNG) x Reader, Dixon Hill!Picard x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Established relationship, paying a debt another way, improper use of a desk, holodeck roleplaying, roleplay, oral sex (female receiving), coitus interruptus, power dynamic (kind of?).

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"Mr. Hill? Your two o'clock is here," Madeline called over the intercom, and the door swung open before he could even acknowledge her message.

As gorgeous as ever, Hill's client strode into his office in high heels. The red lipstick adorning her mouth accentuated the way it was pursed with frustration.

"I want my money back, Mr. Hill."

"I'm sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement." The detective's voice was low, pacifying...suggestive, even as he attempted to placate the woman whose case he couldn't solve. She'd come into his office a few weeks prior with a seemingly straightforward problem that turned out to be a puzzle without a solution. All the evidence had been eliminated, leaving only conjecture and instinct to explain what had happened.

That would never hold up in court. There wasn't even enough for an arrest, even if he'd been able to narrow down the suspects. He was baffled for once in his long, distinguished career, and now he had to own up to the fact that he couldn't even pay his client's money back, because he'd needed it for the office's rent.

He'd failed her in every possible way.

"I paid you a substantial amount, yet you've given me no more to go on than a few hints," his client said lifting an eyebrow. She tried to hide it, but her eyes roamed the length of his suit-clad body briefly before meeting his own. Her frustration was still there, but it was tempered by something else. Desire, blatant and growing in potency since the moment they'd met. "So, what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hill?"

An easy grin crossed his lips as he crossed his office. Pausing in front of her, he let his own eyes drop to her lips.

"Somehow, doll, I think you know what I mean, already," he murmured reaching up and grasping her chin. The pad of his thumb skimmed over her painted lower lip, just barely smearing some of the color onto his own skin.

He hoped he'd have that shade smudged in other places, as well, by the end of her appointment.

"With the amount you owe me, Mr. Hill, you'd better make it damn good," she demanded, but she sounded too breathy to be truly threatening.

"Oh, don't worry. I've never left a client dissatisfied before," Dixon promised, and true to his word, he soon had her splayed out atop his desk. With her legs spread wide and the hem of her dress rucked up to her hips, he relished the quiet moans pouring from her lips as he lost himself between her thighs.

Her fingers guided him, but he didn't really need it. He'd had plenty of practice using his tongue. Just as she bit her lip to stifle a keening whimper, the sound of the comm doused both their pleasures in ice water.

"Riker to Picard. We've reached Starbase Eighty-Four, sir. The station's commander would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience," the First Officer announced, and just like that, the Private Investigator was brushed aside for the Officer.

"Understood, Number One. Tell him I'll meet with him in a few moments," Captain Picard answered reluctantly, and when the line closed, he stood slowly between his lover's legs. "Same time tomorrow, Lieutenant?"

"Fourteen hundred hours, yes sir," she answered as she wiped her pleasure off of her Captain's lips with her handkerchief. He'd make it up to her tonight...and again tomorrow. Stealing one last kiss, he saved the program.

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Sex Education: A couple of questions.

Part 3: Lando remembers something you said and feels curious. It's also time for rules. Smut.

MASTERLIST

Previous part: Practical Lessons

Warnings: +18. toys.

I was laying on my bed. George was next to me talking to his girlfriend on face time. A week had passed since whatever happened between Lando and me and I was still not over it. Not in an, I'm in love with him, but more in an I fucking touched Lando Norris way.

It still wandered around my mind how we had ended up like that. He was one of those persons who I never expected to do that kind of stuff with. We knew each other for a long time. We had always been friends and it was kind of weird.

He had stayed for a while, I don't know how much because I fell asleep halfway. But I had waken up comfortably lying in the bed, covered in the sheets and hugging tightly a pillow. On the nightstand, I found a little piece of paper.

Thank you for the advice, see you next week.

I still remember how he said he could give me a couple of more lessons. That meant that he wanted more, right? And why the fuck was I so eager for it?

"Hey, what did you want to talk about?" George said snapping me from my thoughts.

"Finally..."

"It was my girlfriend. You are just jealous because you are single and haven't gotten laid in months"

I showed him my middle finger and he laughed.

"Tell me, what have you frowning so much"

I took a deep breath. I wouldn't tell him what happened because he was really close to Lando too. But I needed a friend to let this out.

"Okey. Something happened the other day"

George gasped and turned his body toward me.

"What happened?"

"It's... Something with a guy"

"You fucked someone?"

"Not... Like fuck fuck." I scratched my forehead. "We touched ourselves"

"Ooooh wow."

I rolled my eyes.

"Who is him? Do I know him?"

Yes, he's one of your best friends.

"No, I don't think so"

"So... Do you like him?"

"No"

"But... He is from home or... Your team? Another team? The media?"

I sighed.

"I can't tell you"

"Is he another driver?"

"No!" I fucking lied into his face. To my best friend. I couldn't just let him know. And I also had promised Lando to keep it safe, right?

"OK. Ok. And what worries you?"

"I never expected this to happen with him and I think he wants to repeat it, or even go further."

"And you don't want to? Did he do something you..."

"No! The thing is that I really liked it. But it feels weird to do it with him"

"And... Why don't you tell him? If he really wants to do something again?"

"Should I?"

"Yes?"

I sighed. Maybe he was right.

"Okey, I will think about it".

Lando Norris: Hey, something came to my mind the other day.

Lando Norris: Do you mind if I ask a couple of questions?

I looked at the screen for a long time.

Me: About what?

Lando Norris: Can we meet?

I looked around, suddenly worried about someone seeing the conversation.

He wanted to meet like last week? Was he going to just ask questions? What were those questions even about? Sex? Did he still have doubts?

Okay, YN. Stop. You are overthinking.

Me: okay.

Me: When?

Me: And where?

I saw the bubbles popping as a signal of him writing another message. I bit my lip waiting for it.

Lando Norris: Can I go to your room?

Me: Yes.

Was it even a good idea? I asked myself where all my confidence was. How had I been able to let him in my room, let him touch me, and even ask for him to let me touch him?

What the fuck was going on with me?

Lando Norris: I'll be there soon.

I felt a rush over my body. Soon. I needed to clean everything. And by everything I meant myself. I ran to the shower and made sure to be presentable for him. What am I doing?

Maybe he just wanted to talk about qualy. Or tomorrow's race. Or something completely different. I was sure I was overreacting.

I heard a knock on the door just when I was putting some shorts on. I opened it as fast as I could.

"Hey"

"Hey"

He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He looked good, and just as last week, he was blushing hard. We looked at each other for long seconds.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course"

I moved aside so he could come in and then locked the door. He had put his hands in his pockets and was looking at me.

Fuck. I had spent the whole week trying to take him out of my head, to not think about the noises he made when I touched him or how good his fingers felt inside me. For what? For nothing. I had a ting feeling between my legs and my underwear was probably already getting wet.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked fidgeting with my fingers.

"Can we sit?"

I nodded and followed him to the sofa in the main suite room.

"Good" He said letting himself fall into the cushions.

I sat down with my legs crossed in front of me.

"Well"

"Well"

He looked at me for a couple of seconds and then at his hands again. Was he going to tell me he had some kind of ITS?

"What happened the other day" he said and looked at me.

We can't ever repeat it again.

"Yes?"

"I want to ask if you are comfortable with the idea"

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"With what we did? Yes."

He took a deep breath and looked at me. There's when I got scared.

"Listen. You can kick me out or punch me or never speak to me again"

He was getting on my nerves. Why the fuck couldn't he go straight for it.

"Lando! Just speak already" I said slapping his arm.

"Ok, ok. Would you be keen on the idea of getting a few more lessons? Like together?"

I gasped. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. Mainly because I wanted more but it still felt weird.

"I think we are quite compatible and... I think we should keep learning together"

"Compatible?"

"Yeah, I once slept with this girl who laughed at me when I tried to suck her nipple"

I laughed a bit but covered my mouth.

"Sorry. She is an idiot. You don't laugh at people for making mistakes. You help them learn" I said trying to be serious again.

"See? That's what I mean. The first thing you told me was that I was safe"

Oh.

"I felt safe with you and I think that as I'm single and so are you we could use this as an opportunity to get some practice"

I let a ragged breath out.

"Practice? Do you want to have sex with me... For practice?"

He looked at me in panic.

"You can kick me out, I told you" He said with a trembling voice.

"I'm not going to kick you out, idiot"

Lando was probably the cutest guy in the whole world.

"I'm glad you felt safe with me, I felt safe with you too"

"But..." He said turning his face to me and looking really worried.

"Don't you think it's weird?"

He took a deep breath and gently took my hand between his, fidgeting with my fingers.

"Weird?"

"Yes. We have known each other for so long and... Having sex for the sake of learning?"

"Everybody?"

"You have never had sex with a man before, I see"

He looked down at our hands and blushed to say no with his head.

"Right, they are the most selfish shit in the whole world. Like if everything turned around their dick. And they don't even care to make you cum"

"Well, I don't want to be like that." He muttered. "I want to learn how to make a woman feel good"

He looked into my eyes when he said that, taking my breath away for a second.

I moved my thumb over his and thought about it. I didn't have much to lose, right? He was so cute and hot at the same time. I trusted him and we knew each other for a long time. Plus, he had already shown me how good at learning he was. It was a win-win situation for both of us. We would gain both experience and a good time.

"Ok, but we need rules"

He looked up at me and his eyes lighted.

"Yes. I can do that. Rules"

I got up and took a notebook and a pen from my bag. Then, I sat back next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Rule one. Always protection. And maybe we should get checked. I trust you and all of that, but we should make sure we are both safe" I said and he nodded in agreement. "Rule two..."

"Keep it secret. The second rule of the Sex Ed club is not to talk about the Sex Ed club"

I snorted at the stupid reference and I wrote it in the notebook.

"Rule three. We always talk about it first. We document ourselves and then... If it's needed, we practice. " He nodded again.

"Rule four, always make the other cum"

"Isn't it obvious" "Just write it." "And if the lesson is about sucking dick? My pleasure is not involved in that"

"I'm sure we can demonstrate that is not true. But what I mean is that, if you are learning how to suck a dick, you have to make me cum."

"Oh, right."

I looked at the small list. It wasn't much. "Do you have anything else?"

"Aftercare is an obligation. You don't make me cum and then leave, that's rude. And if it becomes too much or any of us gets uncomfortable, we stop. No matter what."

"That's rude, you are right." I said smiling. I was starting to have fun.

We looked at each other.

"So... Six rules." I reach my hand to him. "Treat?" "Treat".

He gave me a handshake and smiled.

I let the notebook aside and turned my body to his. I remember he said he had a couple of questions.

"So, what was the other question?"

He blushed again and I laughed because of how shy he suddenly was.

"Don't laugh"

"You are cute." I pinched his cheek and he laughed.

"I... remembered something you said"

"Mhm."

"You said that you almost fainted once using a toy. And I have never used a toy on anyone... to myself. And I have been reading a couple of things here and there and they always say that it's like super healthy for a relationship to use toys. And that a lot of people need to use toys to cum."

I nodded slowly.

"You want to see them? Have you ever seen one?"

He slowly said no with his head.

"I have two here with them"

I got up and went to my luggage and pulled the toys out. When I came back from the bedroom, he was sitting on the sofa, looking at his hands and breathing heavily.

"Lando? Are you okay?"

"Just nervous. I'll be fine"

I sat next to him and let both toys fall on his lap. A vibrating wand and a simple glass dildo. He let a ragged breath out.

"First of all, it's okay, Lando. It's just me. You don't need to be nervous, take your time." I leaned and kissed his cheek softly, feeling my heartbeat get faster. "Second, they are clean"

He smiled a bit. "Thank you" He whispered.

I saw how, very slowly, he took the vibrator in his hands and went immediately to turn it on. "Oh fuck!"

I laughed hard. "Yeah, oh fuck. That's the highest setting. You can lower it." I covered his hand with mine and showed him how the buttons worked. "My favourite is the sixth. If it's lower, it won't be enough, and if it's higher, it hurts."

He slowly nodded. "I suppose that it depends on the person, right?"

"Yes."

"How does it work?"

"You just...Well, you have to put it wherever you want and maybe move it a bit."

"Circles?"

I smiled. He remembered.

"On the clit, yes"

"And can you put this...inside?" He said lowering his voice.

"On a good day, yes. With some lube, obviously" "I may have to buy tons of lube for these lessons"

We both laughed and looked at each other.

"And this one?" He said taking the dildo.

"Well, you have to do all the job with that one. But I usually use them together, I can't barely cum only by penetration"

He smiled a bit. "Like if it was my dick?"

"Exactly."

"Sounds easy"

"It's easier than you think."

I saw him swallowing and knew instantly what he would ask. I felt a rush of heat running all over me.

"Can we..." "Yes"

I sounded desperate. I was.

"Well. Em... How?" He said nervously.

"Just... I'll take this off"

I pulled my trousers and let them fall on the side. I chuckled a bit watching his face.

"You have really beautiful legs, YN"

"Well, thank you, Lando."

He smiled.

"Lube?"

"Yeah, wait"

I went fast to the bedroom and when I came back he had taken his hoodie and shoes off.

"I need to be comfortable, YN" "I didn't say a word, Norris"

I sat back on the couch and looked at him.

"Do I get on the floor or..."

"I don't know. I haven't done this before"

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

He jumped to the floor and knelt in front of me. I gasped when his hands came to rest on my knees.

"Okey, deep breaths, YN"

We both took a breath, relaxing in our positions. I got more comfortable in the cushions.

"Ready? Do we need foreplay?"

"I'm ready and... I always use the wand for that. When I'm alone. Never go directly to it, on anything, take your time. Go slow, build it up."

He nodded.

Unexpectedly, Lando leaned and kissed my knee softly without taking his eyes from mine. Oh shit.

"Open your legs for me, YN" He said slowly pushing them.

I obeyed feeling a ticklish feeling between my legs.

"Nice panties" He said laughing a bit.

"Don't laugh, idiot"

"Patrick Star?"

"I said..." I stopped when I felt the soft vibration on my groin. "Oh..."

"Good?"

I nodded and bit my finger, observing how concentrated he was looking at the toy and moving it around my underwear's edge.

"Lando?"

"Yes?"

"I need more" I pleaded.

He smirked. That little shit...

"I will give it to you, but only because we are here for educational purposes."

"I would slap you right now, Norris"

"We will leave that for another time, baby"

After saying that, and without giving me time to respond, he pressed the wand on my centre. I was still wearing my underwear and the setting was low, but it made me moan softly and close my eyes.

I felt his lips on my knee again.

He was doing as I had told him, moving the wand in little circles.

"Oh shit." I could feel my panties already dampening. It felt really good.

"You good? Do you want more?"

I opened my eyes.

"Yes."

"Let me take this off."

I swallowed hard and watch his big hands slowly pulling my underwear down my legs. He was blushing and so was I.

Lando throw the Patrick Star panties away and looked into my eyes. "You can stop me now."

I opened my mouth to speak, but words wouldn't come. I was horny. My skin was burning, my cheeks were flushed and I had that anticipation feeling on my core. But I was also nervous because Lando was about to see my most private part. And there was no coming back from that. But I had already seen his. I had even put it in my mouth.

"YN? Are you there?"

"I'm nervous"

"It's okay. It's just me."

I sighed softly.

He leaned as he separated my legs, finding his place between them and capturing my lips in soft kiss. I moaned at the contact. He always tested good. And he definetly knew how to kiss.

I was so inmersed on the kiss that I almost forget about the vibrations going up my thigh.

"We need a safe word" He said to my lips and looking into my eyes.

"Pinapple?"

"Perfect, and two taps if we can't speak"

I nodded and cupped his face, giving him another kiss, interrupted by the wand firmly pressed to my centre.

"Ohhh... Shit"

He had changed the setting and I haven't noticed. It was higher now.

He sat on his heels and looked down.

"You are beautiful, YN" He whispered more for himself than for you to hear it, not knowing the impact that those words had on you.

From the two times you had been in this position with Lando, you had learned that he was all praising. He only had good words for you. And fuck. You loved it.

"How is it?"

"Good. Good. Press it on the clit, is where it feels the better"

He obeyed and laughed at my reaction. My legs closed without warning around his hand.

"You are so sensitive..." He said.

I nodded and bit my lip. The vibrations were sending waves of pleasure all over my body. I wouldn't last long.

"Shit, Lando."

I felt once again his lips on my thigh.

He was moving the vibrator in circles over my clit, driving me mad.

"Can I use the dildo?"

"Y... Yes"

He stopped the wand and left it on my belly as he turned around to take the lube and the dildo. I whined at the lack of stimulation out of a sudden. The cheeky bastard laughed a bit and I slapped his arm.

"Hey!"

"You deserve it"

"I could have kept the vibrator in place!"

"I want to make you cum" He said as if was the most obvious thing.

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me.

"How much lube is too much lube?"

I laughed watching him with the bottle and the toy.

"That's enough, Lando."

"Ok Missy. Are you ready?"

It's not the only time he calls me that. I thought.

"Of course I am"

I went back to my previous position and waited patiently. He looked into my eyes and then to my centre. Unexpectedly, he took his fingers there, collecting the wetness dripping from the previous stimulation.

I bit my lip and groaned when he easily slid one of his fingers inside of me. And then another. They felt so good. Just like I had told him, Lando moved his fingers slowly. My legs shook a bit when he hit my g-spot.

And once again, he stopped. I grunted.

"Lando, you need to stop doing that. Is frustrating"

He smiled.

"I like it"

I crocked my eyebrow.

"Edging?"

"Yeah. Now. Ready?"

I felt the dildo on my entrance and nodded. Fuck. Pushed it slowly, watching how the toy disappeared in me with an amused look in his eyes.

"Oh fuck" I moaned when he bottomed.

He pulled then a bit and the stretching made me squirm. I tried to grab into the sofa.

"Give me the vibrator" He said.

I whined knowing exactly what was coming. I passed him the wand and he turned it on.

"Six?" He waited for me to nod. "Ok. And I use it just as before?"

While asking those questions, he hadn't stopped moving the dildo in and out.

"Y... Yes" I moaned.

"Oh shit, you are too much" He groaned.

Lando pressed the vibrator on my clit and I couldn't contain a high pitched moan. I covered my mouth as fast as I could and he laughed.

"That good?" "So fucking good"

He had almost dominated the use of the purple wand, but he was a bit clumsy with the dildo.

The hoodie I was wearing was starting to be too warm, so I pulled it and threw it away, making him laugh.

"Overheating"

I nodded.

"How am I doing?"

"Good, good... Just..."

I took his hand and halt his movements on the dildo for a moment.

"Do you remember what I told you about the g-spot?"

"On the front wall"

I was getting more and more sensitive with every second the vibrator stayed against my clit.

"T... Tilt it a bit"

"Like this?"

He did it perfectly.

"Yes. Shit. You are good, Lando" I said closing my eyes and covering my mouth. I really hoped that Pierre, who was in the next room, couldn't hear anything.

The combination of the dildo against my most sensitive part and the wand on my clit drove me absolutely crazy. I was whining and squirming on the couch, unable to form a sentence or even look at the guy who was making me feel like this.

I was truly a mess and this was a fucking good idea.

"I'm gonna cum, Lando" I said softly.

"Ok, let go. You are doing so good" He said, even though I was just sitting here being pleasured.

He turned and moved the dildo faster, easily sliding in and out and making me moan loudly again.

I felt my whole body crumble as the orgasm hit me. I bit my lips and covered my eyes with my hand.

"That's it. Let go, babe"

Lando was leaving small kisses on my thigh.

I had to push his hands away from me when it became too much. I felt tired but in pure bliss. I felt like floating.

Lando got up and disappeared quickly to the bathroom I could hear the water running and the wardrobes opening and closing.

I gave enough time to recover my face and reach for my underwear.

"Stop there, missy"

I looked up at him.

"Let's clean you"

He pushed me a bit and my cheek got warmer.

"I can do it" I muttered.

He crocked an eyebrow and looked at me.

"I caused this..." He said with a cheeky smile.

He gently cleaned me, paying attention to his movements and being careful when I told him.

"There you go. Now. Patrick Star." He passed me my underwear and I put it on.

Then Lando got up and kissed my forehead.

Maybe it was all the post-orgasmic hormones, but I had a funny feeling in my stomach and when he came back, I could help but smile.

"A glass of water, we need you hydrated. How are you feeling?"

He gave me the water and sat next to me. I drank it and took a deep breath.

"You are blushy" He pinched my cheek.

"Well, I just had an orgasm. You would be blushy too"

He leaned and kissed my cheek. He was really the sweetest.

"Tell me. How was it?"

"I... It was really good, Lando. You learn super fast" I felt brave enough to caress his cheek.

"Yeah?"

I nodded.

"So..."

"9/10"

"Wow."

I smiled.

We looked at each other.

"Tell me, what do you want to do now?"

"What?"

"Rule 5. Aftercare is an obligation"

I laughed a bit.

"Just... TV?"

"Do you want to order food?"

"That sounds wonderful."

I curled on the sofa and he looked at me, getting closer.

"This is a good idea, right?" Lando asked softly.

"It is."

Next Part: Good with numbers.

#lando norris #ln #f1 #smut #sex education #fic #Sex ed

[acriminalmind]

Hypnotized

SoftDark!Therapist Agatha Harkness x Fem reader

Summary: After years of struggling with your mental health you decide to visit a therapist. She makes all your worries go away. She makes all your thoughts go away. She will take care of you like you will take care of her.

Warnings: manipulation, little bit of stalking, smut, soft sex, vaginal, G!P Agatha, mind control, Dom Agatha, Sub reader, kissing, non-con, vaginal, kidnapping, fluff, pet names, praise, Daddy kink, implied pregnancy, metal health issues.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

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After years of struggling with your mental health, you decide to finally accept the help of a therapist. Mainly hating the idea of submitting yourself to a random person you don't know and opening up about your life has prevented you from doing so for the past years. But after the umpteenth breakdown your friend Laura finally convinced you to accept help. She gave you a pamphlet from a therapist who was seated on the other side of your town. Agatha Harkness was the name of the therapist. The website gave you slight information about the practice and Agatha herself. A picture showed a dark-haired middle-aged woman. She wore a purple sweater and dark trousers. You couldn't deny that she looked good.

You quickly clicked to the contact page before actually drooling over your perhaps therapist you'd never met.

That night you send an E-mail to her to ask her for more information. Not even a half-hour later you already received a reply. The information and answers she gave you took away most of your nerves before you decide to make an appointment with her which she accepted. In two days you will have your first session.

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Standing in the waiting room of the practice you watched the artwork hanging on the white walls. Not being an art connoisseur you did not know about the artist or the meaning of the art, but they distracted you enough from the nerves you had about the appointment. Through your distraction and standing with your back to the door, you didn't notice the dark-haired beauty watching you with intrigued purple eyes. A sweet voice then called out your name which made you spin around turning to where the voice came from. "Good afternoon, my name is Agatha Harkness. You must be Y/N Y/LN?" "Yep, that's me." You smiled nervously. "Please come in, Hun." The little pet name made you blush a little. Stepping into her office your eyes wandered around. It wasn't like you expected at all. It wasn't as clinical-like as you thought. The walls carried a beautiful earth tone. There were three couches in the middle of the room. Two one seats and one corner sofa. In the middle of the couches stood a glass table with multiple glasses and a can filled with water. Against one of the walls stood closets filled with books and other stuff. Two wall sides of the room were filled with windows that are slightly closed by black blindings. "Please, take a seat. Do you want anything to drink?" "No thank you miss Harkness." "Please, call me Agatha," she answers with a sweet smile. "Okey." Taking place on the corner sofa you look at the other woman who pours a glass of water for herself before taking a seat in one of the one seats. "So, tell me how can I help you, dear?"

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It was now weeks after your first session and you felt better. Every week you had an appointment with Agatha and she helped you feel better. You couldn't deny the strange feeling you've been having lately though. It felt like you were being watched, but every time you looked around you no one was there. You didn't think much of it though.

Agatha had started watching you through her magic ball. When first saw you all those months ago she felt something. She was very lonely after the whole Westview thing and wanted a partner who she could take care of, who she could hold against her in bed and cuddle with on the couch while watching a movie. After watching you some more she found out that you had had a tough life which left you with some mental problems. That day she created a therapist practice in your town spreading flyers around hoping you would react. After a while, you still hadn't contacted her so she knew she had to do something about it. She manipulated your day so you would have another breakdown before mentally manipulating your friend into giving her flyer to you and convincing you to finally go seek help. Now she finally has you close she just had to wait for the right moment to make a move and draw you in. And that moment would be your next and last session with her.

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Since your first encounter with Agatha, everything seemed to go well for you. Today though everything went different. As if someone called a curse upon you. You felt your mental state going down by the minute. You felt vulnerable, alone, and miserable. Not one choice you made today was a good one. The only thing that kept you from going to bed at one in the afternoon was your appointment with Agatha at three. And as if the gods didn't bully you enough for the day it started raining when you walked towards the practice. "Of fucking course, as if a broken car isn't worse enough the weather god decides to piss on me," you yelled at the clouts with growing frustration. When walked inside the building Agatha was waiting for you. "O honey, you are soaked. Here let me help you. Please take off your clothes so they can dry on the heating. I will get you a blanket so you won't get a cold." Not questioning her request because of all the frustration you start to undress. You hold the soft blanket around you while Agatha spreads your clothes over the different heaters of the room. When she returns to you you break down in her arms. "Sss, don't worry hun, everything will be alright. You don't have to worry your pretty little head over your life anymore. Daddy will take good care of you from now on."

She leads both of you to the corner couch. She brings her fingers to your temples and starts entering your mind. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, honey, after the day you had. Will you let Daddy do that?" Nodding your head without a thought you let her push you on your back. "Let me make you mine, baby." With a flick of her wrist, you both are completely naked. "Let me take care of you." She lays herself on top of you and starts placing small kisses on your neck. Your mind tries to fight her magic, but she is too strong. "Don't fight me, baby. I know what's best for you. You belong to me now." She takes ahold of her hardened cock en pushes the in pre cum covered tip against your pussy. "I can feel how wet you are for me, Hun. Just for Daddy." You grab onto her shoulder when she slowly starts to push in. A moan leaves your mouth while you close your eyes. "Look at me baby, don't close your eyes. I want you to look at daddy." The magic inside your mind makes you lose control over your body. You open your eyes looking at her purple-colored ones. "Good girl."

Both your bodies move in sync. A layer of sweat has appeared on both of your bodies. Moans are filling the room. Agatha kisses you with passion licking your bottom lip and asking for access which you grant. The slow lovemaking between you makes you fully lose control over your mind. "I love you so much, dear. From the moment I saw you I knew you were my soulmate. And you will learn to love me too. I will train you to be the perfect Mrs. Harkness." You feel yourself reaching your orgasm. A silent voice in your head says to ask promotion first. "D-Daddy, I-I'm gonna cum. Can I cum please?" She looks down at you with a sweet smile, "asking permission like the good girl you are, of course, you can cum for Daddy." She slides her hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit. "Cum for me, baby." Your walls clench around her cock bringing her to her orgasm too. Her cum paints the inside of your walls while yours decorate her shaft. She lays her head into the crook of your neck. "Finally I have you all to myself," she whispers while you play with her loose hair. "I'm all yours Agatha." The purple glow slowly leaves your eyes, but the magic does not leave your mind.

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*A year later*

Standing in the kitchen, wearing your flower kitchen apron you work on dinner when you hear the front door open and close. You feel two arms slipping around your round belly. Agatha lays her head on your shoulder kissing your cheek. "I missed you, darling." "You say that every day my dear. And you are only away for a couple of hours." You turn around bringing your arms around her neck and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Even if it's just a few hours, I rather want to be with you every second of the day." You giggle at her words. "I think you will get sick of me then.""I will never get sick of you, baby." She kneels before you turning her attention to your belly. "And I can't wait for you to join us, little one." Giving your belly a kiss she stands up. "Dinner smells good." "I hope it tastes good too." "Of course it will, it's made by you." "You're too nice to me." With a snap of her long fingers, the table is set. Taking your hand into hers she walks you to the table sitting on her chair before pulling you in her lap. "What kind of desert do I get after finishing this delicious meal?" You bring your fork to her mouth feeding her small bites of the roasted chicken, "If you're a good girl and finish your plate you can have me for dessert." Her eyes become dark with lust at your words, "Well then, start feeding me, Mommy. I'm hungry for dessert." You smile at her. "How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife." "I think it's called...fate, my dear."

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

29, with the illogical husbands maybe?

<3

Prompt 29: "don't play dumb, you know what i want." "spell it out for me, baby."

It still feels weird to write Illogical Husbands, but... okey-dokey.

On with the fic!

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Bill could feel the cold, angry glare of his husband's eyes on him from the doorway. He knew he had pissed Alec off somehow, however...

He wasn't sure what it was he had done.

He hadn't forgotten any important dates, Betty or Daisy would have told him, same with Ellie. He hadn't done anything terrible in public, as far as he was aware, and he had taken their cat, Minnie, to her appointment, having remembered it this time.

What was the problem? Alec had been giving him looks for the past few days, and yet he hadn't said what it was. What was the problem!?

He sighed loudly, saving the file he had opened on his laptop before spinning around in his chair. "What?" He asked, his tone blunt.

"Nothing." Alec replied with an air of nonchalance, but the glare was still there.

"It's not nothing, what's the problem?"

"Never said there was a problem."

"Uh. Yes. There is. We've been married for two years now, and we've known each other for longer, I know when you're mad at me."

"Never said I was."

Bill groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You are! You clearly are mad at me, what did I do this time!?"

Alec's stare was harder now, and his posture was stiffer, he was defensive now, waiting for Bill to figure it out. When Bill couldn't figure it out, Alec sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's not that hard to figure out what I've been wanting, Bill."

"... Sex?"

"Wh- no! That's-! Come on!" He slapped his forehead. "It's not that, it's something else, something important that you haven't asked yet!"

"And what is that?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what I want."

"Spell it out for me, baby." Bill practically exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I want you to ask me to come with you to your next awards dinner, you idiot!"

Bill paused, blinking. "W-what?"

Alec shifted, leaning against the doorway. "I saw the invite on your desk the other day, it said for you to bring a plus one. I... you've never invited me to one of these events before, you always told me I wouldn't like them. I mean, of course, you know how I am around crowds and strangers, but... it would be nice if you had asked anyway. Can't a man support his award-winning husband once in a while?"

The doctor sat there, feeling guilty. He glanced at the invitation, still sitting open where he had left it. He knew that Alec wasn't a people person, and was always awkward around strangers unless if it was for work, where he could hide behind professionalism. He hadn't bothered to ask because he knew that Alec would say no, but if this had been bothering his husband so much, did it mean he wanted to come? For support?

"I... I'm sorry, dear." He got up from his chair and walked across the home office, taking Alec's hand. "I just assumed you'd say no."

"It'd still be nice if you'd ask anyway, what if I changed my mind?"

"Have you?"

Alec's face pinched for a second. "Kind of, mostly out of spite, but I'd still like to go if you ask me."

Bill smiled, just a little. "Well, here's me asking. Would you like to come with me as my plus one?"

"Yeah, but only this once." Alec replied and Bill let out an amused huff.

#moving forward au #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe #illogical husbands #bill masters #alec hardy #masters of sex #broadchurch

[lovestay3]

Stray kids kinks [Maknae line]

Pairing: stray kids[make line]xreader

Cw: 2.7k

Ranting: +18

Genre: smut

Warnings: mention of sexting, watching porn, sex toys, role play, oral, exhibitionism, cockwarming, bondahe, free use.

A/N: Hiii everyone~ I'm sorry for posting this late but I hope everyone likes it, also sorry for any grammatical mistake, English is not my first language but I hope you still enjoy this. Thank you

Han

•Sexting

He might not seem the type who likes this but every time  both of you do this he really enjoys it. He spends a lot of time in the studio. So when he really needs you he only needs to send one text 'baby, I really need you, my dick needs you'. With that a hot session of of texts, nudes and maybe calls start and it doesn't stop until both of you cum.

•Watching porn

It started when he caught you watching porn with your hand between your legs and your other hand in your nipple. It really turned him on, more than he expected. He really wanted to join you but your embarrased face told him that it wasn't the moment. At night he jerked off next to you while watching porn, han insisted that you should join him, so you did. Since then watching porn while pleasuring together is a must every week.

Felix

•Sex toys

It all started when you asked him if you two could share a doildo, hesitantly he agreed. You both were in doggy style with a huge dildo on the ass. You started moving making him moan. A couple of minutes later he stated thrusting making the both if you feel pleasure. Since then all he can think about when he sees the dildo is about that day and how bad he wants to repeat it.

•Roll play

He is a sucker for role plays, especially loves the one of nurse and patient. After a very stressful day, there is nothing better than seeing his partner dressed as a nurse, ready to help in any way, even if it means sucking him off, riding him or turning him on. It ends perfectly if he ends up sleeping with you, full of semen.

Seungmin

•Oral

We all know how good he sings but he's better with his lips on your crotch. The way his lips kiss and sucks is amazingly. His tong coming in and out of your hole, making you so wet until you finally release on his mouth. Your hot and sweet cum going down his throat, but that's not enough for him, he wants much more, he still thirsty.

•Exhibitionism+cockwarming

As much as he loves singing he loves being inside you even if neither of you move. When he practices his singing he enjoys having his cock warm and wet and what better place than your hole. After finishing there's nothing better than you riding him an finally letting all his milk come out.

I.N

•Bondage

He might seem innocent but that image disappears when you are tied up, all for him to use you. Looking at you from above,  taking photos for later to jerk off. Much better when you are whining and crying because of pleasure and the overstimulation, you are definitely his favourite sight.

•Free use

As I said before he loves using you, it doesn't matter when or where as long as he can use and pleasure himself (obviously you too) it's okey. The best part is when he cum inside you several times then you leave full of cum.

#stray kids #stray kids hard hours #bangchan smut #seo changbin smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #leeknow smut #han smut #lee felix smut #lee felix x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #seungmin smut #skz #jeongin smut #bang chan smut #skz smut

[kaebedom-me]

Can i,, can i request? If no its okei :3 u give out tons of amazing headcanons

Imagine like both bois spending time wif Lumine, reader isnt jelouse but a bit bothered. In the mids of Childe, Kaeya and Lumine hanging out, they spot u wif a man and you u seem very friendly, he is your childhood friend, so hugs are a normal thing (u didnt tell either of the bois cuz they were rarely home) between u too,, Kaeya and Childe are like 👁👄👁 "what the fuck" and you return with 2 hypocritic,jelouse angry boyfriends. Roll in the hornee punishments please.

Ok but these kinda requests are my jam!!! I love!!! Jealous them and thEM dealing w jealousy-

Anne knee ways will someone req jealous of Lumine hcs because i- or more?? Jealous hcs???

Since you're not like very bothered/ didn't express you don't like it when they're hanging w Lumine they'll just hang like normal?

They're out just chilling w her since she's back in Mondstadt for a lil bit when they see you!!

And they were happy they wanted to come and introduce you to Lumine and maybe y'all could hang out?

But they saw you like excitedly talking to someone? And your holding the man by the arm and dragging him around???

No that is not chill w them

Hastily says goodbye to Lumine and marches on over to you

(Lumine's glad those two idiots finally left her alone jfc she just wants to rest after a long trip tf)

they just approach you out of no where- and you’re a little be frightened because of their murderous aura

your friend none the wiser was like trying to protect you from the two fo them like omg wtf is wrong w people 

and you have squirm around so you can protect your friend instead because you know them-

they’ll just stare at your friend the entire time you’re trying to explain to them that he’s your childhood friend

they’re a bit hurt you didn’t tell them up until now, but if it’s someone precious to you then they’ll tolerate

you have to resist the urge to jab at them for not being at home often, or spending so much time with lumine even after they’ve come

man the more you think about it, the more salty you are-

and you just- hmph and excuse yourself and your friend because today is about him and not your dumb boyfriends, so you just leave them

“go find lumine to hang with if you’re so free”

you leave them a little stunned because ??? HAHAH and you walk away feeling a little powerful

and honestly, they’re a lil turned on by that but also??? no?? they’re here now???? don’t walk away?!

high key gets jealous because um hello?? pay attention to uS

they follow you around for a bit? AHAHAH but if you continue to ignore them they’ll just have to come up with another plan

the day goes well after tho, you feel better catching up and talking with your friend

you go home light on your feet and with a bright smile on your face

until you get through your front door

you’re immediately shoved against it

it was a blur of orange and blue and you’re honestly expecting they’ll take you right there against the door?

but Childe hoists you over his shoulder and carries you to your guy’s shared bedroom with Kaeya following closely behind

you’re trying to protest, how it’s unfair they get to hang w a friend and you can’t?????

but Childe spanks your ass and you yelp- earning a laugh from Kaeya

it’s not really a punishment? yeah, they’re jealous and a salty that you were hanging out with someone else and being chummy w them

but they’re a little clingy too- like they don’t want to lose you? they know they’re busy and deep down inside they always hope you’ll wait for them and seeing you being so happy with someone else hurt them a little bit

so they tell you the way they know best, while simultaneously they’re trying to figure out how to best tell you about those feelings?

they will overwhelm you with pleasure, as if they’re trying to make up for all the time they’ve been away from you

then when you’re all tired from the body worship and multiple orgasms they’ll finally, finally, use you as they see fit

and that’s when the punishment rolls in-

“you’re so naughty aren’t you? talking back and ignoring us even though we wanted to be with you”

“do you think so little of us? you’d rather be with your friend the entire day in favour of us?”

really unfair and you’d pout and complain if you weren’t already so wrecked

but it takes them saying those things out loud to realise how unfair they’ve been treating you too

so you “punishments” are always accompanied with soft lingering kisses and touches that makes your heart flutter

once they’re done with you, you’re sobbing into the sheets, whining out apologies and practically chasing after their touch

they clean you up a little and the room before coming to join you and showering you with all the affections they can give

i think when you’re more coherent and after the feelings have simmered down a little, they’ll want to talk to you about what happened?

like yeah the sex was great but they also don’t want to be a hypocrite

they want you to feel loved too! so they’d want to know how they can help and how the three of you can learn to trust each other a little more uwu

#mmmm jealousy bad but mmmm is it hoT and erotic- #childe #kaeya #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader x kaeya #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #not sfw #spicy #shanna writes

[allegra-writes]

“Fool’s gold”

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Sex pollen.

This is an alternative version to my fic "Fireproof", where the reader gets doused by the sex pollen instead of Peter, but you don’t need to have read that first. As any sex pollen fic, this can qualify as non/dub-con, so read at your own discretion and responsability.

Dedicated to @angel-spidey because without her this would have never seen the light of day💓

MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Peter knew it was wrong. He knew it. He wasn't delusional enough to believe it was something other than the pollen making you act that way. Making you say those things. You had always been sweet to him, that was true, but you were sweet to everybody, didn't make any difference if they were a janitor or an avenger, it was one of the reasons he liked you so much. 

He also knew he wasn't the only one. His eyes weren't the only pair of eyes that strayed to you in the lab, Harley too seemed to be rather distracted whenever he was in your presence. And in fact, Peter didn't think he had ever seen Steve visit the lab that often before. Ever. And the guy was freaking Captain America, how could he ever compete with that? 

You didn't feel the same way about him, he had resigned to that a long time ago. To watch you from afar. To love you from afar. Because at least that much was true: the only way he knew he beated the other two men, beaten them by a long shot, was that he loved you the most. 

That was why he had left the med bay, because he couldn't stand it, seeing you like that, fighting against your restraints, skin flushed and eyes on fire, calling him, begging him to…

He wasn't able to resist it. 

And why he had walked away from the lab, leaving Bruce and Tony and even Stephen, to wrack their brains trying to find a cure, when the obvious solution was right in front of them. 

That was how he had found himself alone, in the dark, pretending to nap in the little on call room right outside the med bay, still in his suit after that disastrous mission they should have never let you tag along in the first place. Far enough from you not to hear your desperate pleas, but close enough to help if something happened. If the damn alien substance raised your fever enough to- No. He wasn't going to think about that. Dr. Banner was going to come up with an antidote. They still had time. 

Yeah, he knew it was wrong. He knew he should have told FRIDAY to alert mister Stark as soon as he heard the soft sound of your footsteps on the hallway. He knew he should have fled as soon as the knob turned and you entered the room. As you made your way to him. But he was paralized, frozen in place, as you leaned down over him, running your hot, way hotter than normal, hands down his chest, leaving fiery trails in their wake over the thin skin tight fabric of his suit. You raked your nails over his abs, feeling the muscle riple under your touch. 

"Y-you shouldn't be here" He stammered, as your fingertips came close, dangerously close, to the place where his suit was already starting to feel tight around his hips.

"Hmm… but you won't tell on me" your thumb traced the base of his length, a barely there caress that nonetheless had him jumping. "Will you, Peter?"

He breathed you in, another mistake. He could practically smell your desire, leaking through your pores. Pheromones, sweet and mouthwatering. 

He wouldn't. He couldn't. 

Even in the dark, he saw you smile bright at his surrender. Discarding your lab coat, you straddled his hips, little blue skirt riding up your thighs, and released your hair from its ponytail as Peter watched, entranced by your every move. You spread your legs a little more, letting your center come in contact with his by then obvious erection. He could feel your heat through his suit, choking on thin air when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear. 

"F-fuck…" He gasped, eyes rolling back inside his skull as you started rocking above him.

He tried desperately to hold still, to stop himself from bucking his hips up to meet yours, but it was impossible. Every cell in his body telling him to move, to touch, to take what he had wanted for so long. What he had never dared to dream he could have. 

You moaned at the delicious friction you were creating, and you could hear him starting to breathe harder too. He felt amazing, a soothing balm to your burning skin everywhere you touched. This was what you needed, what the chemicals running in your blood demanded. He was warm, and hard, and male. But more than that, he was Peter, and he had to be yours. There was no other way, no other ending for this story. 

You grinded your pelvis against his harder, the pressure on your clit just perfect, the coarse texture of his suit only adding to the sensations. You were making a mess of it, ruining it, but it was worth it just to hear his groan the moment your wetness seeped through the fabric. 

"We can't… we can't do this" Peter tried to protest, even as his hands flew to your waist to aid your movements. 

"Why? Because an alien pollen is messing with my head?" You got rid of your t-shirt, and Peter's reply died in his throat, you weren't wearing a bra either "because it's wrong? Because It's dirty and-"

A wounded sound left Peter's mouth, a wordless surrender, a sob at his own damnation, and he snapped, his fragile control finally shattering to pieces. One second you were on top of him, teasing him within an inch of his life, and the next you were trapped between the soft mattress and his hard body, as his lips ravished yours, one hand roughly massaging your breasts, the other slipping under your skirt, searching blindly, fingertips digging into the delicate skin of your inner thighs. He was furious in his onslaught, desperation clear in the way he was kissing you, all teeth and tongue. Greedy. Ravenous. 

Because if this was all he was ever going to get, just one night with you, as you used him to scratch an itch, then he was going to make the most of it. He was going to commit every little detail to memory: The shape of your body under his, the taste of your skin, the smell of your hair, vanilla and cinnamon and something else, something uniquely you. The sweet little moans falling from your lips. 

"Peter, please"

He almost died when you said his name like that, breathless and needy.

"What do you need, princess?" He sobbed, "Anything… it's yours…just-"

"You. I need you" You replied, graceless fingers clawing at his suit, "take it off, please, I need to feel you"

He obeyed, pressing the spider on his chest and practically kicking it off in his haste to return to you. You welcomed him back with open arms and open legs, as he crawled up your body, kissing every inch of skin he could find in the way. Your breath hitched when he got to that little spot just under your breast, and you could feel his smile against the curve of it, right before his lips enveloped your left nipple, calloused fingers circling the other one clumsily, unskilled. But you were too delirious, too far gone to notice, the miles of skin against yours both soothing and stroking the fire within at the same time. 

You cried out,

"Peter! Please, it hurts so much, please! I- I can't-"

He kissed the tears away, softly, delicately. A stark contrast to his own demeanour just minutes ago.

"I-it's ok. I got you" He cooed, caressing your face "I'll make it better. I promise" 

He braced himself on one arm, elbow digging into the mattress next to your face, as he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around himself, aligning with your center. It took him a few tries, even slipping out once. He had no idea what he was doing, only knew that you needed him, and he wasn't going to let you down. Your life depended on it, and it was too important, too precious for him to even think of failing. 

You raised your hips just a bit, and he was sliding in, easily, so easily, as if he was meant for it. As if your bodies were two pieces of the same puzzle, finally falling into place. 

"Oh god…"

You clutched as his shoulders, burying your hiss into his neck. 

"Oh my god are okey? Did I hurt you?" The panic in Peter's voice made you smile despite yourself. He was still Peter, the sweetest most caring guy you had ever met. Soft, even with his hard cock so deep inside you, you could feel it in your soul, in your very essence, already claiming you as his. 

But you didn't need gentle. You didn't want him to thread softly. You needed hard, and fast, and more.

"Peter… fuck me"

"I-..." His eyes met yours, and you saw a new determination in them, jaw squaring as he withdrew almost completely, only to surge again, tearing a new cry from your lips. 

He let instinct take over, starting to thrust in and out of you, your tight, silky heat making his eyes roll inside his head

"Fuck! Oh god… oh my god… you feel…" He panted, amazed, handsome face scrunching in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth slack, "Fuck, you feel so good!" 

You wanted to reply, to tell him how amazing he felt too, every inch of his thick hard cock stretching you just right. Every ridge, every vein sending shocks of pleasure to your body until you couldn't see straight. You could feel you peak already building, with every delicious drag.

"More… Peter, please… more" 

How could he say no, when you were begging so prettily in his ear, hand tugging at his curls making it hurt so good? He picked up his pace, hips slapping against yours. Over, and over, and over… 

You were still on fire, every inch of your skin alight, exploding in sensation but it didn't burn anymore. Now it was a simmering warmth, making everything sharper, more intense. Better than anything you had ever felt before. He was better than anything you had felt before. 

And Peter was lost in you, in your moans, in your body, in your cunt. In the way you were taking him, consuming him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle, letting him reach deeper, bury himself almost to the hilt. Your blunt nails digging into his back until he smelt blood. 

He fucking loved it, love the idea of carring your marks even after this was over. He knew he wanted you to wear his. 

His lips found your neck almost of their own accord, sucking and nibbling until the sounds leaving your throat were nothing short of pornographic, the wanton whines and moans resonating in the room until he was sure Bruce and Tony could hear them all the way to the lab. 

"Yes, scream for me baby girl, let them know how good I'm fucking you" Peter didn't know where it was coming from, that arrogance, that… possesivenes. He knew you weren't really his. It was the pollen, you would never be doing this otherwise. And he probably wasn't that good, it was his first time after all. 

But your cries, the way your whole body was trembling under his, were giving him confidence. 

"Oh god… you're coming for me, aren't you? You gonna come on my cock?" 

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, and he almost fell on top of you taken by surprise by the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock for the first time ever, triggering his own release. But he didn't have time to recover before you croaked a weak but firm, 

"More" 

He met your eyes, stunned, but all he found there was assurance and passion. 

He turned around on the small bed so it was you the one on top. 

"Ride me" 

You didn't need to be told twice, straightening on top of him, rising slightly on your knees only to let yourself fall back down, impaling yourself on his dick. He licked his lips, looking like a king with a hand behind his head, gazing up at you through hooded eyes. 

"Show me"

"What?" 

He gestured towards the mini skirt you forgot you were still wearing. 

"Lift up that pretty skirt, and let me see how good you take my cock" 

A little whine left your mouth at his words, and you did as you were told, never stopping your bouncing motions.

It worked as Peter imagined it would, his softening cock coming to life again as he watched it disappear inside you. 

"Look at that" he whispered, almost in awe, "such a beautiful pussy, looks so pretty, stuffed full of my cock…" 

You picked up your rhythm, a little unstable on shaky legs, both hands still holding the fabric up and out of the way.

"Peter…" you whimpered. 

"What do you need, baby girl? I told you, anything you want is yours… I'm yours" 

You moaned, incapable to find the words. Thinking was impossible, speaking was inconceivable, not with him still between your legs.

He bucked his hips, 

"Uh!" 

"That what you want, princess?" He smirked, smug, "Like it better when I give it to you?"

You nodded, shamelessly, your legs burning with the effort but stopping was not an option. He sat up on the bed, enveloping you with his arms, thrusting up into you faster, deeper…

You felt the head of his cock stab your cervix, and he must have felt it too, because he groaned, eyes glazing over. 

"Can you feel me? Feel how deep I am?"

"Yes" You hissed.

"Gonna come like this…" He took hold of your hips, bringing you down hard as he thrusted up, "come so deep inside you… mark you… from the inside" 

You could feel it approaching fast, the pleasure he was inflicting on you too much, too soon. 

"Fill you up so good…"

"Yes"

"Until it's gushing out of you… and then… gonna fuck you again…"

"Yes!"

"Come inside you again… make you my little cumslut…"

"Yes! Please… please give it to me"

He could feel you tense around him again,

"What do you need, princess?"

"Your come" You screamed, "Give me your come, Peter!"

"Fuck! My pretty little slut… take it… Take it!"

And you did.

…

You passed out somewhere between rounds five and six, utterly sated and exhausted, but Peter couldn't sleep, terrified of the moment you woke up, all the pollen consumed, the spell broken. He knew it wasn't real, but for a few hours, he had been happy, pretending you truly did love him, wanted him, as he had loved and wanted you since the first time he had seen you, all that time ago, the day mister Stark had entered the lab with you in tow, announcing Peter that he had a new lab partner. 

He was running his fingers softly up and down your naked back, a barely there caress, watching you sleep, relaxed and happy, when he heard the buzzing coming from your lab coat, long forgotten on the floor near the bed. He took it out and saw Tony’s name lighting up the scream.

He slid to pick up.

“Fucking finally! Y/n, where the hell are you?!”

“Mister Stark, it’s me” He whispered his reply, as not to wake you up.

“Peter! Thank God! What happened? Please tell me you didn’t-“

“Sorry, Mister Stark,” Peter interrupted him, “We kinda did…”

“Shit! Please, Peter, please tell me you kids used protection!”

“Uh…”

Tony left out another loud curse at the other side of the line.

“Where are you? Y/n did something to Friday and now it won’t tell me where you are in the tower. You still in the tower right? I need the both of you to come to the lab right now” Tony was talking a mile a minute and Peter knew something very bad, not of the good was going on.

“Why?”

“Because,” Tony’s voice was frantic as he tried to explain the gravity of the situation, “That pollen thing? That’s not an aphrodisiac like we thought, it’s a fertility treatment. It messes your hormones and hers up with every fluid exchange! Like an artificial heath”

Peter turned to look at you, peacefully asleep, curling up to his side, blissfully unaware of anything and everything going on outside that bed.

And maybe it was the alien substance fucking up his brain, maybe he was the one fucked up, all by himself, but the mental image of you, round with his child, sleeping like that next to him every night? It wasn’t half as horrifying as Tony seemed to think it was.

After all, the girl of his dreams was finally his, and a baby would guarantee she would remain his, forever.

“You know what, Mister Stark? I have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow…”

“What? No, kid, don’t hang up on me! Peter Parker I swear-…”

Tony Stark heard the line go dead.

The end.

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BTS AU: 8th member

Sumi x BTS

Some of the issues that Sumi and YinYin run into as Roommates.

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Sumi knocked on the door to YinYin’s room, opening it a crack when the girl answered.

“Did I wake you up?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

YinYin was shaking her hair out of her ponytail, obviously having returned from a run. “Not at all. What’s up?”

Sumi smiled. “I’m making breakfast for Changkyun and I, and wanted to know if you wanted any.”

“I don’t know…” YinYin hesitated, thinking of the stacks of pancakes Sumi had prepared last week. As delicious as it might be, it would completely negate the exercise she’d just done.

Sumi sensed her hesitation. “Smoothie bowls. Your healthy habits are finally rubbing off one me.” She laughed.

“Oh.” YinYin grinned. “Then sure. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okey dokey.” Sumi winked, closing the door behind her.

She walked back down the hall towards the kitchen, stopping to shout into the bathroom door that breakfast would be ready in ten minutes. Changkyun shouted something in reply, but she couldn’t really hear him over the shower and the music he was blasting.

She’d already started on the smoothie bowls, so she just grabbed another bowl and added more for YinYin’s. As awkward as the whole thing had been at first, she had really enjoyed having Yinnie around. The two of them had a surprising amount in common, at least in the music and TV shows they liked. And the parts of them that were different – they were rubbing off on each other in a good way. Sumi had been practically bullied into eating healthier and exercising more, and YinYin had started to relax a bit and learn to spoil herself.

She was going to miss it when YinYin moved out.

As she blended the last round of smoothies (the strawberry layer), she checked the schedule on her phone. There was a meeting at her company to figure out what their demands were going to be when they had to start negotiating with stores next week, and then she was supposed to head to BigHit so they could figure out the shooting schedule with the group.

Mentally planning her outfit, she had just about settled on her pink jumpsuit when two screams echoed through the apartment.

She dropped her phone, rushing towards the hall. She paused in the entryway, trying to process what she was seeing.

YinYin was standing on one side of the hall, he face pressed into the wall. And Changkyun was standing in the bathroom door, attempting to secure a towel around his waist.

“What did….what is going on?” Sumi looked between them.

“I’m so sorry!” Changkyun exclaimed. “I forgot you were here, and I didn’t lock it.”

“Did you walk in?” Sumi gasped, unable to hide the tiny laugh that escaped her. Both her boyfriend and roommate looked traumatized, but the horror on both of their faces was pretty hilarious.

“Eonnie!” YinYin turned, the most desperate look Sumi had ever seen on her face. “I’m sorry! I saw your boyfriend naked!”

Sumi laughed, but opened her arms. “It’s okay, come here.”

YinYin accepted her hug, hiding her face in Sumi’s sweater. “I’m worse than Lucas.”

“You can’t possibly be worse than Lucas.” Sumi petted her hair, before kicking her slipped at Changkyun. “Yah! Why didn’t you lock the door?”

“I forgot! I haven’t been here in a while.” He explained. “I’m really sorry, YinYin.”

“I’m the one who walked in.” YinYin pulled back. She couldn’t meet Changkyun’s eyes.

“You do technically live here.” Sumi reminded. “So really we can blame him.”

“Yes! Please blame me.” Changkyun begged. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“Okay, since everyone is sorry,” Sumi began. “Yin and I will go finish up breakfast. Babe, please put some clothes on.”

“Right away.” He hurried into Sumi’s bedroom.

YinYin followed Sumi silently into the kitchen, taking a seat at the island. She was just staring at the countertop, prompting Sumi to hit her on the head with a spatula.

“You have seen a naked guy before, right?” Sumi asked.

“Obviously.” YinYin glared at her. “But walking in on your boyfriend wasn’t really how I wanted to start my morning.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I think he feels really bad about it.” Sumi offered. “Ask him for money. He’ll give it.”

YinYin ignored her, mumbling to herself. “I mean…I hear the things all the time but that doesn’t mean I wanted to see….the thing.”

“O-kay.” Sumi winced. “Breakfast is served. I promise I’ll thoroughly punish my boyfriend for you.”

“I’ll have to hear that too.” YinYin slid her bowl towards her.

Sumi snorted, before thinking over her words a bit more thoroughly.

“You’ve…actually heard everything?”

“Everything.” YinYin confirmed.

Sumi’s face dropped. “What? You should have told me….we could’ve…I could’ve….”

“Stopped having sex?”

“Invested in some good ear plugs for you.” Sumi winked. “Just think of it this way – now you’ll be really excited to move back in with the boys.”

YinYin thought about that for a minute. “Honestly…I don’t know.”

Changkyun came into the kitchen, pressing a quick kiss to Sumi’s cheek before grabbing his own bowl and sitting down. “Again, I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever.” YinYin ate a raspberry. In the two months or so that she’d lived with Sumi, she’d gotten pretty used to Changkyun. They were on friendly terms and talked pretty informally to each other. So YinYin didn’t feel obligated to hide her distain for him.

“She’s mad, babe.” Sumi smirked at him. “I told you to lock the door.”

“I forgot!” He repeated his excuse from earlier. “I wasn’t trying to flash your roommate. Please…YinYin, I wasn’t trying to do anything weird.”

“I know.” She stirred her smoothie. “I’m just going to have that picture burned in my brain forever.”

“Hey, you can visualize what I’m working with when you hear the – “ Sumi began.

“NO!” The other two shouted together.

“Okay, okay.” Sumi reached back for her breakfast. “But if you make me pick sides, only one of you is paying rent.”

YinYin glanced at Changkyun and mouthed. “Are you paying rent?”

“No, are you?” He replied.

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Intermission

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Oh you guys! This chapter has been a bit of a headache. It just kept dragging on and on, making me delete like 70% and then rewriting most of it. So please... “bear” with me - hehe. Have a lovely weekend!

Word count: 1.572

Disclaimer: fluff and smut

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This is part 17 of the Tea for Two story

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‘So is he..good? In bed?’

Gary, my one and only gay friend moved up in his seat so he could better assess my reaction, a glass of expensive whiskey rolling in his well manicured fingers..

We were sitting on a black, well-worn leather couch in the small living room that he and my other friends shared. Around us a dozen others were hanging about, chatting and drinking in celebration of the 30th birthday of one of our friends. Friends whom I had not seen in over a year. And boy had I missed them. And boy were we growing old now.

‘Well..?’ Gary’s excited voice awoke me from my deafening stare. I sniffled softly and looked at Gary, his eyes sparkling in wonder. 

‘Oh..he is.’ I smirked.

‘Details woman! We need details!’ He exclaimed, stretching his arms in exasperation, almost letting his drink pour over the edge of his tumbler glass.

I shrugged and took a long sip of my wine, stretching the moment to further annoy him, eyeing the few others that were quietly listening in on the conversation. Gary rolled his eyes, gesturing me to speak with large exaggerated hand movements.  

‘Whatcha wanna know?’ I finally quirked.

‘EVERYTHING. Oh come on. The internet’s filled with gossip. We need to know! Big, thick and uncut, true? Experimental? Dominant? Kinky? God of cunnilingus?’

‘GOODNESS GARY..where have you even found all that..’ I hesitated a moment. ‘..stuff..?’

I couldn’t really say nonsense now, could I? It was all kind of true.

‘HA! So they were right!’

Gary knew me too well.

‘Oh! GIRL! I’m so jealous. Oh my god. Is he interested in sharing? Threesome maybe? Hmm?’ Gary rattled in excitement.

‘Gary..I know what you are aiming at, dirty old friend. And I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. He’s not very into..sharing.’ I sniffled.

‘Darn.’ He playfully tapped his leg as he fell back, the leather couch whiffing as he crossed his legs in utter defiance. ‘I’d TOTALLY give bi-sex a try if he’d even just..think..about it, you know.’ He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink.

‘Did you two move in together already?’ A girl I didn’t know jumped in, stopping Gary from further cross-examining my sex life.

‘I…guess.’ I offered them a hesitant look. ‘It’s a bit hard to tell, since we’re almost constantly travelling, moving both our belongings from one place to the other every few days or so…I tell you: that’s a LOT of tooth brushes and weekend bags of clothes…’ I laughed.

‘Must be difficult.’ She said, curling her lips in an awkward smile. I shrugged. ‘It’s okay. A bit exhausting at times, but well worth it. Especially since we get to experience it together.’

‘So you’re practically always together? Looks like someone’s gonna get married soon!’ One of my other friend sniffled, leaning in and poking my arm playfully.

I gasped, swatting my hand at his arm. ‘Hardly! We’ve been together for a little over half a year now. That’d be a bit too quick, no? Besides I bet Henry wouldn’t rush such a thing, since it’s so all important to him.’

Right? Or no? My mind faltered as my friends grinned, obviously not agreeing with me.

‘Yea..and I bet YOUR ass he’s looking for a ring right as we speak.’ My friend chided, sticking out his tongue as I gave him a warning look.

‘Or thinking of baby names..’ Gary laughed.

‘GUYS! COME ON! Give a girl a break will ya?’ I blushed, taking a quick sip of my wine.

Babies? Babies…

I quickly continued. ‘And just so you know; he’s well aware of my stance on marriage and..rings, my darlings.’ I stated. ‘Now enough about Henry. I want to hear about you guys!’

The boys snickered a bit, then agreed and soon enough the conversation flowed on as they spoke of their plans to finally move out of this dungey apartment, about funny things that had happened at work, about the closing down of one of their favourite pubs and some new upcoming video games and movies. Just like the old days.

Drinks filled our bellies as the hands of the clock seemed to spiral at lightning speed, nerdy conversations filling the air, the clock way too soon striking 4 AM - about time to call it a night. Our minds fuzzy and our laughter filling the otherwise gloomy, quiet apartment block, we said our goodbyes, my tired ass plopping down on the makeshift bed on one of the couches. Also like the old days.

Oh how I had missed them, my sweet, Dutch friends.

And how I now missed him.

My dear sweet henry.

As had become second nature by now, my fingers dug my phone from my pocket while I laid down on the couch, looking if I had any messages. The screen brightened the now dark living room and my eyes quickly moved to Whatsapp.  

“Good night dear.” He had sent about an hour ago.

I felt my lips curl up in a gentle smile and texted him a kissing emoticon back, staring at the bright screen for another minute or so before the alcohol in my veins made me so drowsy I fell asleep right then and there, phone still in hand.

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The next day.

Back in London it was surprisingly nice out, a soft spring sun warming the small backyard of Henry’s Mews home. I was sitting on the small wooden bench, drinking tea with Henry right beside me, his eyes intently staring at a live soccer match on his tablet.

I had long given up any attempts to get into soccer, my eyes instead focused on New Spring from the Wheel of Time series (I had found this massive collection on Henry’s bookshelf and thought I might as well give it a try).

Henry sighed softly as the referee blew his whistle, ending the not very exciting match. ‘They played a draw.’ Henry yawned, stretching himself out like a big cat, his body weight making the bench wobble dangerously. I hummed, wobbling along with the bench as my eyes remained trained on the book.

He looked at me for a moment before he stood up, kissing me on the forehead. ‘Can I get you anything?’ He tried. I shook my head, keeping my gaze fixed on the pages, not wanting to miss the exciting passage I was reading. ‘No?’ He teased, lowering one of his hands in front of the book, while his other hand cupped my chin. I looked up at him with question, only to be met with a cheeky grin.

‘Hi love.’ He smiled. ‘Hi sexy.’ I chuckled, peeling the book from his hand and moving it to the corner of my eye so I could continue reading. He shook his head, letting out a low chuckle as he tilted my face a bit more, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. ‘Well.. I’m going to clean up the house a bit. Leave you be with your new lover.’

I rolled my eyes, quickly reaching for his hand before he could walk away, lifting myself up so I could plant another kiss on his lips. ‘I love you,’ I smiled against his lips. He hummed. ‘I love you too my little bookwurm.’

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After some 30 minutes he still hadn’t returned. I had just finished another chapter and got up. 

Walking into the kitchen I realised it was suspiciously quiet downstairs. No Henry in the living room. In the garage. In the bathroom. I moved to the hallway and heard some soft shuffling upstairs.

Didn’t the cleaner come like..two days ago? What was he doing?

I walked up the creaking stairs, finding Henry in the bedroom, surrounded by piles and piles of boxes with clothes in them. I quirked my head in question while he looked up. 

‘What’s going on here? Spring cleaning?’ I grinned. He smiled broadly. ‘I’m making some space.’ Then nodded at the suitcase that held all my clothes. ‘Mmmkey… you really don’t have to do that you know.’ I pointed at all the boxes. ‘I’m going to have them stored. They’re too small for me right now, anyways.’ He got up, stepping forward so he could wrap me in his arms, placing a loving kiss on my slightly agape lips. He looked at me for a good moment, his tongue darting over his lips as if he was nervous.

I chuckled.

‘Okey..ask that burning question on your tongue.’

He gave me a knowing look, then enclosed me even further to his chest, moving his thumbs so he could rub soft circles against my temples, his eyes peering into mine. 

‘My dearest Lisa. I’m having such a good life with you. I can simply not handle being without you….’ He looked at me intensely, making my heart skip, my mind racing. What was he going to ask? Wasn’t it too soon? WERE MY FRIENDS RIGHT? PLEASE NO RING.

‘Would you move in with me?’

Oh thank the ...

‘Yes!’ I blurted out, a little surprised myself as the words escaped my lips so abruptly. He laughed giddily, picking me up and swirling me around. ‘Yes yes yes! Hahah. I am glad.’ He smiled, his pearly whites stretching from ear to ear. ‘Oh bear.’ I sniffled, wrapping my legs around his hips to give him a more demanding kiss. ‘I am more than glad.’ I whispered sensually, my hips rubbing enticingly against his groin. 

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[slashed-dreamzzz]

Sinful headcannons for Jason and Freddy please ?

Okey dokey

Jason

-Normally, Jason isn’t one to engage in the more saucier aspects of a relationship. Years of slicing down horny teens right in the act has made him a bit desensitized to the whole idea of sex, as he sees it as something that might be “disgusting”. He figures his momma wouldn’t approve of him doing the very thing those good for nothing counselors had been engaging in instead of watching over the campers like they should have. Then maybe he’d still be alive. It would take an insurmountable amount of patience to break down Jason’s walls and show him that making love and having horny teenage sex are two different things. In the meantime, heavy kissing and copping some feels on the big guy is still a-okay. He trusts you enough for that, but cuddles are still more his speed. It’ll have to do until Jason feels comfortable enough to take that final step.

-Once you do convince Jason to experiment a little, he’s so awkward but it’s still so adorable. Just imagine this tall, beast of a man nervously gripping your hips, not knowing if it’s okay to take your pants off yet or if it should wait until after he’s gotten your shirt off first… He ends up hovering his hands over your waist unable to make up his mind. For your first time with him, you’ll have to take the reigns and show him how it’s done. Jason knows the basics already, but if you never put something into practice it’s kinda hard to do in real life, you know? Hop up on his lap, and go slow. Run your hands across his chest, cup his beautiful face, and say sweet nothings as you grind hard against his rapidly hardening cock. He’s a quick learner, he’ll get the idea.

-With enough practice and confidence, Jason begins to take charge more, letting you know what he wants, when he wants it. His favorite position to take you is up against a wall, pinning you effectively while he ruts into you, his hands cupping your ass and making each and every thrust like it was his last. Just the fact that he can hold you up against the wall so easily makes you go wild, and it shows when you moan into the sloppy kisses Jason gives you. Let’s face it, he just loves showing off for you. And you get off from it, so it’s a win-win!

-Jason prefers to keep his mask on during sex, and nothing you say will convince him otherwise. He saves that for more tender moments when hormones aren’t flooding everyone’s senses. That doesn’t stop you from praising both his face behind the mask and everything else when you ride him to kingdom come, always cooing how you’re so strong, so rugged, my handsome hunter, you like it when I ride you like this don’t you, you and your gorgeous face, your cock was made for me, makes me feel so full… Oh yeah, he definitely has a praise kink. You can tell by the way he starts jack-hammering into you.

-Jason can such a sneaky son-of-a-bitch (no offense Pamela) sometimes. You two will be having a cuddle session on his bed or something, and it’ll be so warm just lying there with him that you start to fall asleep in his arms right there. That is, until you feel a hand drifting from around your waist, lower and lower towards your thighs. Still half-asleep, you moan and shift around. You feel Jason’s head nuzzling into your neck as his hand caresses your thighs, and moving up slowly to palm your sex, innocently giving you neck kisses as his hand works down below to bring you to a sleepy completion, all the while you writhe in ecstasy.

Freddy

-This guy is on the other fucking side of the spectrum in contrast with Jason. Freddy’s down to do it anytime, anywhere. He especially loves giving you wet dreams whenever he feels like it (this can happen every night if you don’t stop him). But his favorite thing to do is to let you think it’s just a regular dream at first. You’ll be dreaming of something mundane, but out of the corner of your eye you’ll see him, just smirking and giving you a come-hither motion with his claw. You’ll chase him down never-ending hallways and never catch up, watching as he just disappears around a corner, his low chuckles taunting you every time. Whenever you least expect it, he’ll appear behind you and run his hands across your chest and down your thighs, murmuring filthy things into your ear, and vanishing as quickly as he came. This happens several times, leaving you more needy than the last. After what seems like hours to you of never getting close, you’re worked up beyond belief and just want him to show up and fuck you out of this misery. Sometimes he just lets you wake up without doing anything to help you out.

-King of dirty talk. No ifs, ands, or buts, about it. Freddy doesn’t even have to touch you in order to get you off half the time. He’ll restrain you against a headboard, and watch in pure sadistic glee as you writhe in want at his words. Such sayings that are guaranteed to make you insane include; What a filthy slut you are, whining like a bitch in heat and I haven’t even touched you yet. I can think of better ways to put that pretty mouth of yours to use. How about wrapping those sugar lips around my cock, I bet you’d like that, choking on Daddy’s cock like the whore you really are. But you’re Daddy’s whore, isn’t that right? All mine to use and abuse. And you love it so much, isn’t that right? Don’t worry your pretty little head; I’ll make alllllll your dreams come true. All you have to do is beg for it.

-Freddy isn’t the most generous lover out there. Most of the time, you’ll be working to get him off before you even have a chance to do so. Blowjobs are his favorite way to get off, and he’s none too gentle about them either. Be prepared for plenty of hair grabbing as he thrusts into your mouth at a beastly pace. You just have to try and hold onto his legs for dear life as he uses you as his personal fuck toy. There’ll be occasional times when you control the pace, and this is when you can really “blow” him away. Just the right amount of tongue and teeth can have him gritting his teeth as he tries his damnedest to hold back his moans. That’s when you know you’re doing it right, and it serves to motivate you for later when it’s your turn to have him pleasure you.

-If you’re going to do the horizontal tango with Freddy, you had better be prepared for when he uses his clawed glove. It’s all the more better if you’re into that whole kinda thing, and Freddy will find it incredibly hot as well. He’ll run his claw down your chest, barely breaking the skin as you arch your back, the cool metal tips dragging against skin and leaving four bloody trails in their place. After ending all the way at your navel, Freddy brings a claw to his lips and slowly runs his tongue all along the edge while you watch and let out a low moan at the debauched sight. Licking your blood off the claw, he’ll present one to you and make you lick it off as well, the metallic taste only fueling the flames inside you. Make eye contact for maximum effect, and Freddy will thrust his claw away in favor of his own lips, roughly claiming yours as the copper flavor of your blood is shared between the two of you in a clash of teeth and tongues.

-He goes wild if you decide to wear a white and lacy chemise to bed. Couple that with a pair of thigh highs, don’t expect to leave wherever he decides to take you. Don’t expect to be able to walk either. Or leave with out a couple tatters of what was once your nightgown. The moment he sees you wearing such a provocative ensemble, he’ll get this wide, sinister grin on his face as he slowly saunters over towards you, lowly whistling. “This all for me dollface?” he’ll ask, raking his eyes over your form. When you shyly nod, he takes a step closer, and rasps in low, strained groan “I hope you weren’t planning on leaving with this in one piece. You look so innocent, just like an angel. But believe me when I say,” and he’ll brush his hips against yours to let you feel the already hard outline of his cock, “I’m gonna fuck all that sweetness right outta you. Over and over again.”

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