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solace* (famous!harry x masseuse!y/n)

summary: harry is in need of some unwinding and destressing, and he finds the perfect masseuse for that. they end up growing much closer than the relationship they began with, but it's never that easy, is it?

words: 6.4k (she's long)

warnings: smut in this one: p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cursing, dirty talk, fingering, creampie.

"Just lay down on the table and relax. I'll take good care of you."

Y/N tried to keep her voice steady and professional as she greeted her new client, the one and only Harry Styles. The famous former athlete turned singer was lying face down on the massage table, a towel draped over his lower body.

Y/N had been a masseuse at this high-end spa for two years, but she had never worked on someone so famous before. She was intimidated but determined not to show it. Treating Harry just like any other client was the only way she could get through this.

"You're the expert," Harry's muffled voice came from the face cradle. "I'm in your hands."

Y/N gulped at the unintended innuendo. Get it together, she scolded herself. This is strictly business.

She warmed up some lotion in her hands and began working on Harry's muscular back and shoulders. Almost immediately, she could feel the tightness and knots from years of intense athletic training.

"You've got a lot of built-up tension in here," she commented, digging her fingers in to loosen a stubborn knot. "What sort of athletic background are we working with?"

"Footie, if you go by my English roots," Harry said, sucking in a sharp breath as she worked a particularly tender spot. "Played striker on an academy team as a kid before my interests shifted to music in my late teens."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, impressed. She had no idea Harry was such a talented athlete on top of his musical skills. Somehow that made her former crush on him even more intimidating.

As she moved down to his lower back, she tried to keep her touches clinical and impersonal. But she couldn't help noticing how toned Harry's body was, the muscles rippling beneath her hands.

Stop ogling him, you're being completely unprofessional! She gave herself another firm mental rebuke.

For a while, the only sounds were Harry's occasional groans as Y/N dug into his tight knots and the relaxing spa music playing softly in the background. But eventually, Harry broke the silence.

"You know, you seem a bit nervous around me. Is it because I'm....well, me?"

Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She should have known he would pick up on her awkwardness.

"I'm just trying to stay focused," she mumbled, unable to keep the embarrassment out of her voice entirely. "I don't want to slip up and disappoint an important client like yourself."

To her surprise, Harry let out a low chuckle. "Love, I may be famous but I'm just a regular bloke like any other. No need to be nervous."

His voice was warm and full of humor, putting Y/N more at ease. She realized she had been building him up as some intimidating celebrity in her mind when really he seemed down-to-earth.

Feeling emboldened, she decided to open up a bit. "To be honest, I may have...had a bit of a crush on you back in the day. Your music was a big part of my teen years."

"Is that so?" Harry sounded both flattered and amused. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment from a pretty lady like yourself."

Y/N felt her traitorous cheeks heating up again. Were they...flirting now? She couldn't tell if he was just being charming or if there was real interest there.

She tried to keep things professional as she moved on to his arms and legs, though her lingering shyness made it difficult. Harry seemed to sense it, not pushing things but keeping up his friendly banter that had her laughing in spite of herself.

By the end of the ninety minutes, Y/N was disappointed for the massage to be over. Some of the intimidation had faded, replaced by an easy rapport. Almost as if...they could really be friends, or more, not just client and masseuse.

As Harry redressed and prepared to leave, he paused and gave her a heart-stoppingly charming smile. "Same time next week? I'll need to keep these knots at bay."

Y/N couldn't resist smiling back, a warm flutter in her belly. "I'll be here. It's a date."

Wait, did she actually just say that?! She wanted to cringe at her awkward choice of words.

But Harry just chuckled easily, not seeming bothered at all. "A date it is, then. I look forward to it."

As he sauntered out, Y/N exhaled a long breath. Suddenly, her job had gotten a lot more...interesting.

Over the next few months, Y/N looked forward to Harry's weekly appointments increasingly more. They had fallen into an easy, teasing back-and-forth during their sessions peppered with plenty of flirtatious banter.

At first, Y/N firmly kept things within professional boundaries, no matter how strong her crush was growing. Harry may be a laid back, regular guy, but he was still a client at the end of the day.

However, the more she got to know the real Harry beyond his famous persona, the harder it became not to develop deeper feelings. His sharp wit, endless warmth and care for those around him, and genuine humility all endeared him to Y/N enormously.

For his part, Harry seemed to be growing quite fond of Y/N as well. He playfully requested she work extra hard on his "problem areas" and loved to tease her about her technique and bedroom eyes whenever she was really concentrating. Y/N would pretend to be flustered, but secretly loved their charged back-and-forth.

One week, Harry didn't show up for his usual appointment. Y/N tried not to feel too disappointed, figuring he must have just been busy. But when he missed his spot the following week as well with no notice, she began to worry something was wrong.

"Everything okay with Harry?" she couldn't help asking the spa receptionist. "I haven't seen him for his appointments lately."

The petite blonde receptionist gave her a sly grin. "Haven't you heard? There was an issue with his latest music release, so he's been dealing with that whole mess the past couple weeks."

Y/N frowned, concerned. Harry hadn't mentioned anything about work issues. Then again, she realized they had become so comfortable with each other that she always viewed him through a friend's lens rather than a client's now.

Making a snap decision, Y/N pulled out her phone and drafted a text to the number Harry had given her months ago, just in case she ever needed to reschedule his slot.

"Hey there, just checking in! Missed you the past couple weeks and wanted to make sure everything is alright?"

She hit send before she could overthink it, her heart fluttering nervously. This was wildly unprofessional to text a client like this, even if Harry had become more of a friend really.

To her surprise, Harry texted back almost immediately.

"Y/N! Was just thinking about you, funny enough. I'm so sorry for going MIA, it's been a madhouse with this new album mess. Let me make it up to you with dinner this weekend?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she re-read the text. Was Harry...asking her on a date? Or was he just being friendly and suggesting they grab a bite to catch up? She wasn't sure, but her heart was pounding either way.

Throwing caution to the wind, she typed: "It's a date. Looking forward to it!"

If her massages with Harry had been growing increasingly charged lately, Y/N could only imagine how electric an actual date with him would be...

The rest of the week dragged by interminably for Y/N as she counted down to her dinner with Harry. She agonized over what to wear, settling on a slinky red dress that walked the line between casual date and fancy night out perfectly.

When Saturday evening finally arrived, Y/N felt uncharacteristically nervous as she pulled up to the chic restaurant Harry had chosen. What if she had been misreading everything and this was just a friendly dinner after all? She didn't want to make things weird if that was the case.

But the second Harry opened the door to greet her, looking unfairly handsome in a slick black button-down, her worries melted away. He was giving her the same heated look he got when she was working out a tight knot in his muscles - unmistakably attracted and intrigued.

"You look positively stunning, love," he murmured, taking her hand and giving it a delicate kiss. "Though I don't know what I was expecting, you always manage to blow me away."

Y/N felt her face heating up at his unabashed flattery, her pulse racing. She couldn't resist giving his bicep a playful squeeze.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, popstar. Now are we going to eat, or did you just invite me out to shamelessly flirt?"

Harry grinned wickedly. "Why can't we do both?"

The evening passed in a blur of delicious food, sinfully good wine, and the most scintillating conversation Y/N had ever experienced. She and Harry swapped stories, teased and joked, and delved into surprisingly deep philosophical discussions, all without missing a beat.

By the time they were splitting a decadent slice of chocolate cake for dessert, Y/N felt more relaxed and giddy than she had in years. Despite all her nervous buildup, the date was turning out perfectly.

"You know," Harry began conversationally as he licked some icing off his fork in a way that made Y/N's mouth go dry. "When you started as my masseuse, I'll admit I figured you were just another pretty face hired by the spa. Starstruck and nervous around me because of my image and all that rot."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words, but Harry grinned teasingly to show he meant no offense.

"But you proved me absolutely wrong in the best way possible, darling. Your skill and your spirit both blew me away. You're always so professional, but with this amazing warm heart and sharp wit just beneath the surface."

Y/N couldn't help smiling bashfully at his earnest compliments. "Well, you hardly made it easy to stay focused and impersonal, Mr. Cheeky Flirtmaster. I'm just glad we were able to become...friends."

She said the last word tentatively, wondering if Harry felt the same growing sense that they had become something more than that recently. His heated gaze and body language said as much, but she didn't want to assume.

Harry seemed to pick up on her hesitancy, his green eyes crinkling at the corners fondly.

"Y/N, I think we both know our 'friendship' has evolved into something deeper, at least for me. I've fancied you for months, maybe longer if I'm being honest with myself. You're bloody brilliant - smart, talented, caring, with a rocking body that drives me spare in the best way."

He reached across the table to take her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. The tender intimacy of the gesture made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"What I'm asking is...would you want to make this official? Give us a real go as more than just mates?"

Y/N felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs. She had imagined hearing those words from Harry's lips more times than she could count. But now that he had actually said them, she was temporarily stunned into silence.

Seeing her speechlessness, Harry chuckled warmly. "No need to answer right this second, love. I know it's a lot to process coming from your formerly famous client-turned-mate. Just think it over, yeah?"

Y/N finally managed to find her voice, emboldened by the caring warmth in Harry's eyes. She turned her palm over, lacing their fingers together decisively.

"You don't have to give me time, Harry. I've been crazy about you for ages if I'm honest. Of course I want to give us a real shot. I can't think of anything I want more."

The brilliant smile that spread across Harry's face sent tingles down Y/N's spine. He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing a soft kiss there.

"Then it's official. We're a couple now."

Y/N felt giddy, like the words were a dream. Her and Harry Styles, the man she'd fancied for years, were entering a relationship together. What were the odds?

"Should we, uh, keep things professional at the spa still?" she asked, suddenly wondering if their new situation would make things weird.

To her surprise, Harry shook his head adamantly. "Actually, I was thinking of finding a new masseuse. I wouldn't want to put you in an awkward position having to work on your boyfriend's body every week, tempting as that sounds."

He gave her a heated look and Y/N felt a rush of arousal, imagining all the new layers their massages would take on now.

"Fair point. I don't think I could keep things totally professional anymore either," she admitted with a coy smile.

Harry signaled for the check, keeping Y/N's hand linked with his posessively. "Then it's settled. I'm all yours now, darling. Though fair warning, I'll expect my massages in private from here on out."

The tone of his voice made Y/N shiver pleasantly in anticipation. Oh, this romance was going to be incredibly fun.

***

Over the next few months, Y/N felt like she was living in a wonderful dream. She and Harry were inseparable, their bonds of friendship strengthening into an unbreakable foundation as their passion grew.

They went on romantic dates, attended glamorous celebrity events, and spent long cozy nights together at Harry's place. Y/N felt herself falling harder and harder for the kind, charismatic man who never failed to dote on her or cheer her on.

One evening, Harry surprised her by having a limo pick her up from work at the spa. Y/N raised her eyebrows in amused confusion as she slid into the sleek black car, wondering what her doting boyfriend was up to now.

To her delighted shock, Harry was waiting inside wearing a dashing tuxedo. He held out a rose to her with a warm smile.

"My love, you look as breathtaking as ever. Are you ready for our night on the town?"

Y/N laughed giddily, feeling like a princess in a fairytale as Harry showered her with kisses. "You'll have to tell me where we're going, love!"

"Well, first we have dinner reservations at the city's most exclusive new restaurant. And afterward..." Harry trailed off teasingly before pulling a pair of tickets from his inner jacket pocket. "I've arranged for us to have a private vip loge at the opera!"

Y/N's jaw dropped. She knew Harry took great pride in planning thoughtful, romantic gestures, but she was blown away by this grand occasion. The evening was straight out of a storybook.

"Harry, this is...I can't even put into words," she breathed in amazement. "You are the singularly most incredible, thoughtful man in existence. How'd I ever get so lucky?"

Harry just grinned boyishly, giving her a wink as the limo pulled away from the curb. "You deserve all of this and more, darling. Tonight is just a start."

The rest of the evening passed in a blissful whirlwind. Y/N and Harry sipped gourmet cocktails as candles flickered between them at the restaurant. Their heated looks and brushing footsies beneath the table made the anticipation crackle deliciously.

After the stunning five-star cuisine, Harry surprised Y/N again by hiring a violinist at the opera to serenade them privately in the vip loge while the show played out on stage. He held her close as they swayed to the rich, emotive music, looking into each other's eyes adoringly.

By the time they arrived back home in the limo, Y/N could barely keep her hands off her romantic prince of a boyfriend. She attacked his mouth hungrily as he lifted her into his arms, stumbling inside as they continued to devour each other.

That night was a blur of frantic lovemaking, tearing at clothes and tangling in the bed sheets as release was desperately chased between them. Y/N had never felt so thoroughly worshiped and cherished as when Harry was passionately laying claim to every inch of her body, branding her as his own with his scorching caresses.

"You're everything, Y/N," he groaned into the slick skin of her neck as she writhed beneath him. "My whole bloody universe, all the stars in the sky. Nothing means more to me than you, my perfect girl."

After, when the frenzied haze cleared, Harry held Y/N with indescribable tenderness like she was the most precious thing in existence. Which to him, she absolutely was. Her hands stroked through his sweat-dampened chestnut locks as he pressed fervent kisses to her collarbones, her sternum, everywhere his full lips could reach.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" he murmured, more to himself than her as he gazed up at Y/N reverently. "My entire world in these arms."

Y/N had no words, rendered speechless by the depth of love emanating from her man's bright green eyes. So she simply held him closer, letting her touch express everything her heart was too overwhelmed to put into phrases.

Of course, there were still hints of Harry's internal struggles with fame and the immense pressures of his career. The more Y/N got to know him intimately, the more she saw the tightly-wound tension that still crept into his muscles and posture frequently.

It killed her to see Harry in pain or overwhelmed, dealing silently with the weight of Hollywood's demands. So she made it her mission to take care of him, just like when she was his masseuse but in more intimate ways now.

After an especially grueling day of meetings and recording sessions, Y/N would draw Harry a hot bath infused with relaxing essential oils. She would gently undress him, unable to resist pressing soothing kisses along the protesting knots in his shoulders and back. Harry would let out deep rumbles of pleasure at her therapeutic touch.

One draining evening after he had done promo interviews all day followed by a high-energy concert, Harry came home to their penthouse utterly spent. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and his mouth was drawn into a tight line, shoulders hunched under the weight of his weariness.

Taking one look at her love in such a depleted state tore at Y/N's heartstrings. She quickly sprang into action, knowing just what he needed to recharge and find his center again.

"Go have a long, hot shower, babe," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Harry's furrowed brow. "I'll take care of everything else."

While Harry dragged himself to the bathroom, Y/N set about creating the perfect soothing atmosphere in their bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a warm golden glow and lit a few spicy aromatherapy candles. Then she pulled out her professional massage table and arranged it with all her favorite oils and lotions.

By the time Harry emerged from the steamy bathroom wearing nothing but a plush robe, Y/N had the space utterly transformed into a private spa oasis. Soft nature soundscapes played lightly in the background, blending with the flicker of candlelight to create an ambiance of pure tranquility.

Harry's brow unfurrowed slightly as he took in the scene, a small smile playing at his lips. "You're too good to me, darling," he rumbled in that gruff, sleepy tone Y/N adored.

"Mmm, not possible," Y/N assured with a soft smile, helping Harry shrug off his robe so he could climb onto the table completely nude.

She warmed up some of the aromatic sandalwood oil between her palms before beginning her sensual ministrations along the perfect terrain of Harry's back and shoulders. His tight muscles instantly began loosening under her skilled touch.

Harry let out a deep, relieved groan as Y/N's strong hands found each knotted snarl and gently worked them loose. He practically melted into the table, boneless and pliant beneath her.

"S'why I love you so much," he slurred, the profound tension seeping from his body. "Always know just how to take care of me, dove."

Y/N hummed in contentment, leaning down to press a line of soothing kisses along the dips of Harry's spine. Between her mouth and her fingers spreading hot oil into every bunched muscle group, he was soon utterly liquid and relaxed.

This went on for almost two blissful hours, Y/N taking her time to reverently cover every last inch of Harry's body in her healing touch. At one point she gently turned him over to tend to his chest, abdomen, and the handful of other areas he accumulated strain.

By the time she was finished, Harry was borderline unconscious - eyes hooded, face perfectly lax, breaths coming in deep and even pulls. Y/N trailed one last stroke down the miles of inked and toned skin he had exposed to her. Her beautiful boy, wholly at peace once more.

Pressing tender kisses to each of Harry's closed eyelids, Y/N carefully covered him with a plush duvet before slipping out of the bedroom. As much as she would love to stay and watch over him, she knew he needed to fully surrender to restorative sleep now.

Y/N headed to the kitchen, deciding to prepare one of Harry's favorite home cooked meals for when he woke feeling replenished and ravenous. As she moved around the space chopping vegetables and searing chicken, her mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of the wonderful man in the other room.

She felt so unutterably lucky to be the one person in Harry's life allowed to take care of his weary body and soul in such an intimate way. All the fame, fortune, and success in the world was meaningless to Y/N, compared to earning his unwavering trust and being able to soothe away his struggles whenever they arose.

When Harry finally padded into the kitchen a couple hours later, he looked noticeably refreshed and at peace. There was a soft, dazed expression playing on his features as his bright eyes landed on Y/N in an oversized shirt cooking away.

"There she is," he rasped in that deep, gorgeously gravelly morning voice of his. "Most beautiful sight in the world."

Y/N grinned, warmth blossoming in her chest at the open adoration on Harry's face. Even after going through a draining day, he still couldn't help being an outrageous charmer with her.

"Did you get enough beauty sleep, love?" she teased lightly, moving across the room to wind her arms around his trim waist.

Harry hummed in contentment, ducking his head to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her familiar honeysuckle scent deeply, as if letting the aroma soothe his very soul.

"More than enough. I feel reborn, all thanks to you taking such incredible care of me as always." One of his large hands trailed up and down her back. "You spoil me rotten, darling."

"And you love every second of it," Y/N murmured with a soft laugh, tilting her chin up to search his sparkling green gaze.

The tender look Harry returned her with stole her breath away, like it still did even after all this time together. His calloused thumb traced the line of her cheekbone reverently.

"How could I not?" His low rumble sent tingles down her spine. "When you pour so much love and devotion into everything you do for me. Makes me fall deeper every damn day, dove."

As their mouths slanted together in a searing, drugging kiss, Y/N couldn't dream of a response. Because there were truly no words sufficient enough to capture the cosmic love between them in that moment.

Of course, their intimate times weren't always just about relaxation either. Y/N's massages frequently led to much more heated activities once Harry was completely de-stressed, his desire for her building as she worked her magic on his body.

Harry loved nothing more than to suddenly flip their positions, pinning Y/N to the bed and attacking her neck and collarbone with hot, hungry kisses. His hands would grip her curves possessively as she writhed beneath him.

"You've woken the beast, darling," he would growl in her ear, making her shiver with delicious anticipation. "Now you'll have to tame him."

Their lovemaking was always passionate and intense, the depth of their connection shining through in how perfectly in-sync their bodies were. Y/N never felt more beautiful, powerful, and utterly cherished than when Harry was worshiping every inch of her with his hands, lips, and tongue.

Sometimes their couplings started not from a massage, but simply from them stealing heated looks while going about their day. Like the time Y/N was baking in the kitchen, shaking her hips to the beat of the pop song playing while she rolled out pie dough, careless and free of the world around her.

She didn't notice Harry sidle up behind her until his strong arms wound around her waist, tugging her flush against his solid chest. His lips found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking a blistering path up to the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy.

"Look at you," he rumbled in that gravelly morning tone of his as Y/N gasped and arched back into his sturdy frame. "Being all sexy and domestic, tempting a bloke with something fierce."

Y/N bit back a throaty moan as Harry's nimble fingers slid beneath her loose shirt, calloused palms blazing a path up her ribcage. "Harry, what-what are you doing?" she breathed, though she already knew the answer if the hardness pressing into her backside was any indication.

"Having a nibble of my favorite snack," he replied cheekily, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to her earlobe that made her inhale shakily, her heartbeat accelerating in her chest.

Before she could really process what was happening, Harry had easily turned Y/N in his arms and hoisted her up onto the wide kitchen counter. She reflexively wrapped her toned legs around his trim waist to anchor them together as he attacked her mouth in a desperate kiss.

His tongue plundered deep, tasting every crevice as Y/N clutched at the dense muscle of his biceps and back. One of his large hands cupped her jaw to angle her how he wanted while the other palmed her breast through the thin fabric, brushing a calloused thumb over the peaked nipple there.

Y/N whimpered into Harry's mouth, already spiraling from how quickly his talented hands and lips had her arousal spiking. He was single handedly unraveling her till she was putty in his hands, the only thought in her mind was what he was planning to do to her next..

Finally, Harry broke the filthy clash of their mouths, panting harshly as he pinned Y/N with a look of pure hunger. His green eyes were near black with want, wandering possessively over her flushed state.

"You make me so bloody crazy, dove," he rasped in a low rumble that had her pulse kicking up another notch. "I can't keep my hands off you."

Y/N whimpered at the pure need saturating her boyfriend's deep tone. She squirmed deliciously against him, desperate for more friction.

"Then don't," she managed to gasp out through her daze of arousal. "Take what you want from me, Harry. I'm all yours."

The low, guttural groan Harry let out at her breathless plea, very nearly had Y/N coming undone right then. His smoldering gaze somehow burned even hotter with carnal intent.

Before she could process what was happening, Harry had ridden her of her shirt and shorts in two effortless tugs. His big palms instantly settled at the curves of her waist, thumbs dipping beneath the lace waistband of her underwear teasingly.

"Look at you...so gorgeous and flushed, ready and waiting for me," he praised in a low rasp, leaning in to drag his tongue up the slender column of her throat. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you baby?"

Y/N was too far gone in the spiral of her own pleasure to respond with anything more coherent than a choked-off whine that had him thickening in his pants. She writhed against Harry's solid frame, silently pleading for him to end her torment.

Seeming to take the hint, Harry ducked his head to mouth along the swell of her breasts and sternum, layering nips and sucking kisses until her skin was covered with marks of his devotion. Y/N arched her back hair sticking to her rapidly dampening skin as breathy moans tumbled from her parted lips.

"So responsive for me, dove," Harry grunted in approval, his big hands sliding around to shamelessly cup and squeeze her backside. "So perfect at taking everything I give you."

With one swift movement, he tugged her skimpy panties aside and plunged two ring clad fingertips through her dripping folds. Y/N cried out shamelessly at the long-awaited relief, her hips bucking forward uncontrollably to maximize the delicious stretch and burn.

"Christ, so wet and tight," Harry ground out, sounding utterly wrecked as he swirled his fingers around her throbbing entrance teasingly. "Made just for me, isn't that right lovely? Made to take my fingers, my tongue..."

His voice dropped to a sinful baritone as he slowly pumped his thick digits in and out of her fluttering, slick heat. Y/N let out a shrill whine of complete surrender, eyes rolling back as she fully gave herself over to the glorious sensations sparking along every nerve-ending.

"Made to take every hard inch of my cock, pushing deep inside this perfect little cunt," Harry continued in that gravelly and raspy tone, leaning down to whisper the obscene words directly against her damp skin.

True to form, his skilled fingers had Y/N right on the edge of shattering with dizzying speed. Her thighs quivered with the coiled tension, inner walls fluttering madly around the deliciously intrusive stretch of his thick digits.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more of the exquisite torment, when stars were bursting behind her eyelids, Harry abruptly curled his fingers upward in a devastating stroke against that magic spot inside her. Y/N's entire body convulsed as she broke into a thousand kaleidoscopic pieces, a strangled scream of pure euphoria ripping free from her throat.

By the time her vision finally began refocusing, her loose limbs were draped bonelessly over Harry's shoulders, her head spinning in dizzy bliss. She clearly registered the achingly slow push and pull of his fingers continuing to work through her fluttering, overstimulated cunt.

Harry's burning gaze was locked onto her sweat-slicked, flushed skin as he methodically wrung out every last spasm of ecstasy from her boneless frame. The soft, reverent look of awe on his handsome face stole what little breath Y/N had managed to recapture.

"Look at you, darling...absolutely wrecked for me," he husked "So stunning like this, falling apart on my fingers. All fo’ me"

Despite feeling completely satisfied, Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at Harry's words. He always had been equal parts tender and filthy in his erotic praise and endearments.

Case in point, his next words as he slid his glistening fingers into his mouth to taste her essence were absolutely scorching.

"Clean that essence up for me like a good girl, dove...because I'm going to need you soaked and begging again in about five minutes."

Y/N let out a breathy moan at the promise in his words, knowing full well her legs were going to absolutely sore tonight, her knees wobbly and unable to walk by morning.

She nodded around the slick digits, swirling her tongue around the fullness of them as he sighed at the way she sucked his fingers.

“God, I wish it was m’ cock behind those pretty lips, dove” he pulled them out, placing his hand right over her naked thigh, “but I want it inside your pretty pussy for now”

She nodded, too awestruck to actua;ly process her mind to his words.He shook her head at her, pulling down the pants he had put on earlier.

“Got me so hard. Could’ve burst from listening to you being so filthy for me”

Her cheeks flushed at his risque words, thighs pushing together as his cock sprang free, the angry, red tip throbbing as he took himself into his palm, stroking his length to relieve some of the tension.

She pushed her thighs above each other, feeling utterly flustered and dizzy. He was gong to fuck her, and memories of all the times he had, flooding her mind like ocean water.

Finally, he let go of himself, parting her thighs and slotting himself in between. She let out a broken gasp, mouth going dry as she took a look at her own desperation, red and swollen, yet, so needy and wet.

“Could never get enough of you” he said into her mouth, swallowing her gasp as his cock stretched her open deliciously. A broken moan made its way past her lips, her quivering legs wrapping around him as he slid himself inside her. Her wetness swallowed him up, her pussy gushing with arousal as he angled her hips higher.

“Good, fucking–so damn tight for me” eh cursed, her mouth parting open into another broken sob as he thrust in and out of her, her wet walls taking him in so well. He felt so heavenly, his cock buried inside his pretty, so pretty and perfect girl.

“How did I stay so long without you? Hm?” he asked rhetorically, and she opened her closed eyes. His hand reached between her parted legs, his skilled digits teasing her clit, while his practised strokes made her fall apart under him.

“Oh fuck, yeah–right there” she begged him to keep fucking her, his cock hitting the deepest of spots inside her. It had her mind going numb, her toes curling as he fucked her with delirious intent.

“Pussy’s so good–:” he praised her once again, his fingers finally landing on her clit, a sharp spank that made her cum right then and there.

She arched her back, her head falling back till it touched the counter. She grabbed her nipples, pinching them as he rubbed circles over her clit, his cock fucking her at a pace that had her screaming and begging for more.

“Oh fuck, Harr–Harry, oh my fucking god”

He grabbed her hips, laying her down flat as she choked on another sob, her wetness gushing out and wetting the cold marble counter. Harry was grinning and smirking, watching her fall apart beneath him. He was the only one who could make her mind go absolutely detached, the only thought in her mind being of him. His name. His cock. His hands. The way they made her feel.

“Her orgasm prolonged as he kept her on the edge, her pussy short circuiting is the overstimulation kicked in. She was sore, two orgasms after a day of work would do that to her.

“Harry–” she pouted, her hands reaching out for his, to which he immediately complied, intertwining their fingers.

“Just a little longer, Almost done”

He promised, and began fucking her at the vicious pace again. The room echoed with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, her hips bruised as he sucked a breath in, teetering on the edge of sweet, sweet release.

He came inside her that day, his cock leaking inside her warm, warm cunt till he was fully spent and empty, her cunt full of his load as he stayed inside a little longer, relishing in the way she fluttered around him, squeezing and milking his cock for all he had.

He kissed her knuckles, murmuring sweet words of love as they lay on the counter for a while, her bake affair long forgotten, since she had already gotten a taste of something much sweeter.

***

The next morning, as Y/N was featherlight kissing her way down Harry's chiseled torso with the intent of rousing him for another sensual round, her lips brushed against something unfamiliar on his skin. Frowning, she pushed back the bedsheets to get a better look.

There, etched in thick black ink just above Harry's hipbone, was a new tattoo she had never noticed before. It was a series of numbers, almost like...coordinates?

Y/N felt her breath catch as she recognized the distinctly precise numerical patterning. She had taken enough coding classes to spot geographic coordinates when she saw them.

"Harry..." she gulped, tracing the new ink with a trembling fingertip. "What is this? Why do you have map coordinates tattooed on your body?"

The sleepy, blissed-out expression on Harry's face instantly shuttered closed as soon as the words left Y/N's lips. He seemed to almost freeze for a moment, grimacing ever-so-slightly as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.

"It's...nothing to concern yourself with, darling," he finally replied in a tone that was just a bit too overly-casual. "Just a drunken mistake from a mate's stag night a few weeks back. Doesn't mean anything, I swear."

But Y/N knew her boyfriend too well to be convinced by his nonchalant dismissal. She searched his bright green eyes, unable to shake the feeling that there was much more to this strange new tattoo than he was letting on.

What secrets could Harry possibly be keeping from her? And just where exactly would those map coordinates lead if she dared to follow them?

The delicious haze of their previous intimacy was shattered, replaced by a gnawing sense that Y/N was missing out on some important truth about her boyfriend's life. And she knew their relationship could never regain that blissful closeness until she uncovered what Harry was hiding...

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déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) – ln4

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Summary: The one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

Pairing: lando norris x bestfriend!reader (nicknamed Tink)

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut elements but no actual smut, cursing, pining and of course fluff!

Request: “Haiiii. I love your style of writing Lando and feel like you would 100% do a request justice to scratch the itch in my brain Reader and him have been childhood friends, mutual pining with some sexual tension but never crossed lines other than a new years kiss with friends etc. So reader ends up training and qualifying as a physio/masseuse and travelling with Lando bc fun besties on tour together yay! Thinking she ends up getting to know his body really well from that and has to massage some intimate area- tension builds blah. They have a cosy night in together after front row quali to prep for the race, face masks cuddles bc really physically comfortable together and then some confessions happen. After this going out to celebrate home race (not jinxing tomorrow!!) and reader ends up dancing with another driver, Lando gets jealous fully opens up and they go home together (as much detail on that as you feel comfortable with) No probs if it’s something you don’t feel inspired to write! Pls continue writing whatever you love because I love to read your stuff!!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! am i back after a literal month of no fics?? i hope so!! thank you so much for being patient with me you guysi i appreciate it, and i just want to say that this was the first time i wrote for lando (and you can definitely thank @userlando and her lando brainrot posts for that) and i’m kind of obsessed!! so as always, thank you to the anon for the request, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Being friends with Lando has resulted in both of you getting in trouble way too many times, you realise. The most recent case? The both of you ended up in a supply closet nearby the Aston Martin hospitality, hiding from a very, very, angry Spaniard. The close proximity and the limited space wouldn’t have been a big issue, for if Lando wasn’t looking at you with that look in his eyes. Under normal other circumstances, your reaction would’ve been much more different to the one you give him now – which is a glare that shows him you are not happy with the situation the both of you are in.

You’re about to scold him, but the words on your tongue quickly die as he presses his index finger to your lips. “I know you’re about to yell at me,” he whispers as he tries to keep his voice as low as possible, “but I really don’t want to be found right now.”

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before, you bloody idiot.” You hiss while slapping his hand away, which wins you a mock pout in return. “Why would you play that song every time he walked into a room?”

“It’s his name,” Lando tries to reason, “I thought he’d be used to it by now!”

Here’s the sitch. Lando, being the absolute prankster he is, decided to play ‘Fernando’ every time his former teammate entered into a room that morning – which resulted in the Spaniard becoming more and more annoyed with him until he snapped and Lando had to find himself a hiding place. How did you get roped into this, you may ask? You have absolutely no idea, other than your best friend dragging you into a nearby storage closet as you were walking back to the McLaren hospitality after meeting up with some of your friends for a cup of coffee. And now? The two of you are stuck inside a closet which is obviously too small for you both, and Lando has to bend his neck in an uncomfortable position.

“Lando,” you whisper in an attempt to keep your voice down, “don’t bend your head like that, you’ll strain something.”

“Well it’s not exactly comfortable, Tink.” He grimaces as one of the shelves hit his neck, which causes him to let out a low groan.

Ignoring the nickname he’s used for years, you motion him to move lower. “Just– let me see, okay?”

He begrudgingly nods as he bends his body towards you to accommodate you. You let your fingers run across his skin to find any knots along his shoulders. He lets out another low groan, but this one is more appreciative as you work some of the knots your fingers end up finding.

You watch as Lando’s expression changes from painful discomfort to relief as your fingers work their magic on his tense muscles. For a brief moment, it's just the two of you in the confined space, and you almost get lost in the comfortable silence. “Feels good,” Lando murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I swear you have magic hands or something.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, “I just know your body, Lando.” After realising the words that come out of your mouth, your face flushes with embarrassment at the unintended implication of your words and you scramble to add, “Not like that, I didn’t mean–”

He smirks playfully, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, really? My body, huh? You think about my body often?” he teases, his hands squeezing your waist – and being lost in the moment, you don’t even know how they ended up there.

Your cheeks grow even hotter, and you feel your heart rate quicken. “No, that's not what I meant,” you stammer, trying to regain your composure, “and you know it’s basically my job to think about, you know?”

The mischievous glint in his eyes shine brightly as he decides to play dumb, “To think about what, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat at his teasing, and you can't help but let out a small laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Don't be ridiculous, Lando,” you retort, trying to act cool despite the butterflies in your stomach. “I meant knowing your body like an expert, considering the fact that you pull a muscle every time you decide to do a physical activity.”

He chuckles, and his hands, still resting on your waist, give you a playful squeeze. "Sure, sure, Tink," he replies, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "But let's be honest, it's not just my body you know well. You practically read my mind too."

You roll your eyes, trying to playfully push him away. "Oh, please. You're not that hard to figure out."

Lando leans in a little closer, his grin still evident. "Is that so? Then tell me, oh expert of Lando Norris, what am I thinking right now?"

You raise an eyebrow, not falling for his trick. "You're probably thinking that you got away with the Fernando prank and now you owe me big time, your brain is empty most of the time."

He smirks, impressed by your response. "You're good, Tink. But you're right, I do owe you one. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You pause, the closeness between the two of you making it difficult to think clearly. "Well, for starters, maybe you can stop dragging me into your pranks and getting us into trouble," you suggest with a hint of a smile. “And I don’t know, maybe take pole for me, you know?”

As the playful banter continues, you both seem to forget about the predicament you're in. The confined space of the closet no longer feels suffocating; instead, it becomes a haven for shared laughter and camaraderie.

Just as the two of you are lost in the moment, the closet door suddenly opens, and you both freeze. The angry Spaniard stands before you once again, but this time, his expression has softened, seeing you and Lando in a surprisingly intimate moment.

"Am I interrupting something?" Fernando asks, his tone amused.

Your face turns beet red, and Lando lets out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, hey there. Just having a chat, you know."

But Fernando raises an eyebrow, still looking amused. "In a supply closet?"

You and Lando exchange a sheepish glance, realizing how the situation must appear to Fernando. "Well, we kind of got caught up in the moment," you admit, hoping he doesn't read too much into it.

Fernando chuckles, and there's a warm glint in his eyes. "I see. Well, it's none of my business, but you might want to find a less cramped place to chat next time."

You nod in agreement, grateful that Fernando seems to be taking the situation lightly. "You're right. We'll keep that in mind," you say, trying to sound casual.

Lando adds with a grin, "Yeah, and we promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on." But he’s quick to correct himself when you give him a glare, “I promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on."

Fernando chuckles again, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal. "I'd appreciate that. Anyway, carry on. I won't keep you two any longer."

As he walks away, you let out a sigh of relief. "That could have been a lot worse," you say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"Yeah, we got lucky," Lando agrees, giving you a playful nudge. "But you know what they say, Tink, nothing like a bit of closet bonding to strengthen a friendship."

You roll your eyes at his playful banter, but there's a fondness in your heart as you look at him. "You're incorrigible, Lando Norris."

He grins, "You love it, though."

You can't help but smile, knowing he's right. “Come on,” you say, “you have a quali to attend.”

The tension from the qualifying session had left you on edge, your heart pounding with every lap, and your nerves had gotten the better of you, leading to some slightly bloody nails from biting them in anticipation. But all that anxiety melts away when you see Lando step out of the car, grinning ear to ear. As soon as he catches sight of you, he opens his arms, and you don't hesitate for a moment. You rush into his embrace, holding him tightly, relieved that he's safe and thrilled that he performed so well.

"You were amazing out there!" you exclaim, unable to hide the pride in your voice. "P2, front row! That's incredible!"

Lando chuckles, his arms still wrapped around you. "I don’t know how we did it!"

You pull back slightly to look into his eyes, your heart swelling with admiration for your best friend. "I never doubted you for a second," you say earnestly.

His grin widens, and he playfully ruffles your hair. "I know you didn't. Seems like you’re my lucky charm, hm?"

“You know what that means?” You ask him return, a playful smirk on your lips.

His answer comes quickly, and his look seems to reflect your own, “Pizza and a movie?”

Your reply is just as enthusiastic as you throw your arms around him and give him a big smile, “Pizza and a movie, baby!”

Eventually, you manage to escape the whole hustle and bustle of the circuit, and you and Lando find yourselves back at the hotel, with you on the couch trying to find something to watch and him deciding to take a quick shower after the stressful day of qualifying. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. You smile to yourself, glad that Lando is taking some time to relax after such a demanding day. As you wait for him to finish, you finally settle on a movie to watch with a small grin on your face, clearly pleased with your choice. Just as you're about to start the movie, you hear the bathroom door open, and Lando emerges, looking refreshed and relaxed.

After he gets the pizza box out of the oven, he walks over to the couch, wearing sweatpants instead of his jeans, and flops down next to you. "That shower was exactly what I needed," he says with a contented sigh.

You chuckle, glancing at him, while also trying to actively ignore the fact that he’s wearing grey sweatpants. "Feeling better now?"

"Definitely," he replies, flashing you a grin. "So, what are we watching?"

“Mamma Mia,” you scoff, “of course.”

“A classic, nice.” He nods in understanding, extending the pizza box to you for you to take a slice. “It’s still warm.”

You wordlessly grab a slice and pass the box back to Lando as you settle in your seat, ready to focus on your choice of movie. The comfortable silence between you feels familiar, like the unspoken language of best friends who have shared countless memories and moments together. Throughout the movie, you can't help but notice Lando's occasional stolen glances at you, and you find yourself stealing glances right back. He even winks at you with that boyish grin every time he catches you staring at him, making you giggle as you quickly turn your attention back onto the screen. You somehow find yourself sprawled out on the couch once the pizza box is emptied and discarded, and it’s harder for you to keep your eyes open. With your head on Lando’s lap, he plays with the ends of your hair as the two of you try to keep your attention on the screen.

‘Try,’ being the operative word here, since Lando realises that you end up falling asleep in the middle of the movie where Sophie realises all of the men she invited to the wedding thinks they are her father, and though he finds some kind of comfort in the chaos knowing that it will get resolved eventually, he can’t help but take his role as a makeshift human pillow very seriously. As the movie continues playing, Lando tries his best not to disturb your peaceful slumber. He leans back against the couch, adjusting his position so you can rest more comfortably on his lap while also trying so hard to not wake you up. He can't help but smile to himself as he plays with your hair, finding himself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

With a sudden realisation that maybe it is not the best thing to stare at you while you sleep, he tries to occupy himself with something on his phone while also trying to keep still so that you don’t wake up. However, the text thread between him and Max quickly makes him realise that the thoughts that he tries so hard to keep away. He never gave himself the opportunity to think about the two of you that way, he supposes. Not that it would be weird or anything, but in his mind, he’d seen, and been in, far too many relationships form and de-form to know that not all is permanent when it comes to relationships and it’s also not something he’d want to risk when it comes to you. Although the unwarranted thoughts of the two of you together, as a couple, have been haunting him for the past couple of months, he did a great job of sending them away and finding something else to focus on – up until now, that is. And now that he’s pictured the two of you together, holding hands in the streets of Monaco, going on dates, doing more than what ‘best friends’ are meant to do, it doesn’t seem that daunting to give it a try.

He carefully shifts you onto his lap with gentle movements, surprised that you don’t wake up and also trying to figure out the best way to wake you up without startling you. As he gently brushes your cheek, your eyes flutter open, and you look up at him with a sleepy smile. "Did I miss the end of the movie?" you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, but not stilling the movement of his hand. “No, we just finished. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle.”

You sit up slightly, rubbing your eyes with a small yawn. “I'm sorry,” you say, sounding apologetic.

“No need to apologise,” he assures you, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You looked adorable sleeping, Tink.”

Your cheeks flush slightly, and you give him a playful nudge. “Stop teasing me.”

Lando grins, but there's a tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you. “I'm not teasing, Tink. I mean it. You always look adorable, no matter what you're doing.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his sincere compliment, and you can't help but smile back. “Thank you,” you say softly, feeling a warmth spreading through you, “I, uh, I should probably go to my room and let you sleep.”

“What? No, you don’t have to go.” Lando’s eyebrows furrow on their own, “I mean, you could stay over, it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You give him an unsure look, “I don’t know, Lando, you have a race tomorrow.”

“And we’ll sleep,” he shrugs, “the name ‘sleepover’ implies that, baby.”

You end up giving in and nodding, albeit a little hesitant. "Alright, I'll stay over."

Lando's face lights up with a bright smile, clearly pleased with your decision. "Great! It'll be fun, just like old times."

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, just like old times."

And you’d expect it to feel like the old times, because the two of you said it would be like the old times – the times where you’d spend the night over at his house because his mother picked you up and you didn’t want the playtime to be over. But instead of the excitement of a prolonged play date with your best friend, you find yourself anxious in the hotel bathroom over the fact that it’s him out there, and there is no way that he is not aware of the way you feel about him. You take a moment to compose yourself, splashing some cold water on your face to calm your nerves. This situation is new territory for both of you, and you don't want anything to ruin the friendship the two of you have. When you eventually make your way out of the bathroom, you desperately want to go back in, feeling undoubtedly exposed under Lando’s burning gaze.

“What?” You ask, your voice coming off weaker than you hoped, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

It takes a minute for him to answer you, mainly because of the fact that poor Lando is having a brain malfunction at the sight of you in his shirt – which he gave it to you because it was the only logical option for sleepwear, you know? Suddenly regretting his possessive streak, he attempts to clear his throat, “Nothing, you look good in my clothes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you try not to let yourself become reduced to a blubbering mess, “Oh, well thank you. It’s yours,” after a brief moment of realisation you quickly add, “but you already knew that.”

“Tink,” he calls out, snapping you out of whatever embarrassed state you’re in, and your eyes quickly snap to his. “Come here,” he pleads as he extends one of his towards you, he’s quick to draw you into his arms – and just like that, you find yourself straddling your best friend.

“This is crazy,” you whisper as Lando grabs you by the waist to still your movements as you try to find a comfortable position while not realising just how uncomfortable it becomes for him.

“It doesn’t have to be,” his whisper is just as soft as yours as he looks up to you, “we don’t have to make it weird.”

A compromise, you’ll take it. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” As much as you hate it when he replies to your questions with his own, you nod your head with a sheepish look on your face, though it doesn’t satisfy Lando as a valid answer. “I need you to say it, baby.”

You answer comes of in an instant. “I do, please.”

“Such good manners,” he mumbles while giving you that boyish grin you love oh so much. When he catches biting the corner of your lip, you’re broken out of your daydream by his thumb pulling your lip free. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” his thumb caresses the side of your lip, “that’s my job, anyway.”

Your cheeks flush at his playful comment, and you can't help but smile at his words. "Your job, huh?" you tease, feeling the tension in the air starting to dissipate.

Lando chuckles, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your waist. "Among other things," he replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you give yourself the opportunity to overthink, you lean in and press a soft kiss to Lando’s lips – it’s only a peck, a hesitant one at that, but not completely uncharted territory when you think about it. The two of you have shared kisses before, at Christmas or New Year’s at midnight, but somehow this simple peck feels different than any of those other occasions. Lando doesn’t rush you. He’s a patient man after all, and he knows that the feelings he has for you are reciprocated by the feelings you have for him. So when you look him with widened eyes, he gives you a soft smile and it does wonders to calm your nerves. It doesn’t take you long to press your lips against his once again, but this time the kiss is deeper, more passionate, and filled with the unspoken words that have lingered between you for too long.

It starts off with another peck, but this time you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, and the appreciative groan that leaves Lando’s lips makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hands move from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, while yours tangle in his hair, revelling in the softness of his curls – and the fact that all of this feels almost familiar in some kind of a way. He’s not shy as he lets his tongue explore your mouth, in fact, he encourages you to do the same. It’s a messy kiss filled with colliding tongues and mixed breaths, and the hands that were on your waist one moment are now on your hips, encouraging their slow movement against his groin. It’s not a subtle build-up for any of you, either. It a matter of seconds, you find yourself dry-humping your childhood best friend in his hotel room, and in a couple more, both of you are whimpering into the kiss.

You’re both out of breath and breathing deeply as you rest your forehead against Lando’s. Thankfully, his hands continue to guide your hips as their movement get more and more erratic, and you him groan out, “Slow down, baby.”

You let out an objective whimper in return, whispering out a weak, “No.”

“No?” Lando repeats, his breath hitting your exposed neck in a light chuckle, “Do you want to come?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, letting your hands grab handfuls of his hair, “but you can’t fuck me.”

The whine that comes from your lips can only be described as bratty when Lando forces your hips to cease their movements, raising an eyebrow at you as he grumbles, “Excuse me?”

“You can’t fuck me, Lando.” You mumble, trying to move your hips again, but his hold is too powerful against your attempts. “At least not tonight.”

“And why is that, Tink?” He takes in your wide eyes and shuddering breath in, thinking he’d done something wrong, something you didn’t like. “You want to come, no?” He thinks at that moment, as you give him a nod with that dreamy and almost innocent look on your face, he could die and he’d be happy with where his life has led him, but he gives you a confused look, “Then what is the problem?”

“Um, you have a race tomorrow,” you explain as your fingers gently slide down to meet at the nape of his neck, “I don’t want to jinx anything.”

As a respond to your words, Lando gives you a look of disbelief, “You don’t want to jinx me having a good race,” he mumbles.

You give him another nod, “Are you mad at me?”

“Am I mad at you?” Lando repeats the question, and he flips the two of you over in a smooth motion so that you're lying on the bed with him hovering above you, his eyes locked onto yours. “Answer the question for me, will you?”

You take a moment to catch your breath, your heart racing as you meet his intense gaze. “No,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “Why would you be mad at me?”

Lando's lips curve into a playful smile as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, “Good girl.” As he moves down your body, you let out a protesting sound, but he quickly shushes you as he positions himself between your legs. “I’m going to make you come, and you’re not talking to Micheal Italiano ever again.” He taps the side of your hips to signal you to raise them up as he carefully takes off your underwear and then murmurs to himself, “Pretty girl, too.”

With a blush which is quickly spreading onto your cheeks and neck, you raise yourself onto your elbows as you watch him give you the do-over. “Lando,” you plead.

“Oh baby, you're wet,” he teases, “don’t worry, though, I’ll help you with that.” He also gives you a look while grabbing both of your thighs, “And the shirt fucking stays on.”

After the events of the previous night with Lando working wonders between your legs for the remainder of the night, he honestly didn’t expect to start the morning with you returning the favour. Alas there you were, between his legs, with sleepy eyes and an innocent smile as if you hadn’t just given him the best blowjob of his life. And as the two of you make your way along the paddock, he wishes he was back in his hotel room with you in his arms. You try your best to distract him from overthinking everything and costing himself the race, and Lando is aware of what you’re trying to do – though that doesn’t mean you succeed completely.

You can tell by the small frown of eyebrows that he is lost inside his head, probably double guessing every aspect of the strategy his team debriefed him about this morning. With a deep inhale, you give his hand a small squeeze, halting your movements to stop him alongside you. “Hey,” you call out gently, “you’re going to be amazing out there, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, it’s just the pressure is getting to me.” You watch him sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to regroup his thoughts, “I’ll be fine before I go in the car, I promise.”

You nod, giving him an encouraging smile, “I know you will. After all, you feel the–”

“Need for speed.” He completes the sentence without thinking, which makes the two of share a short laughter. “Thanks, Tink.”

“You’re welcome,” lifting yourself up on your tiptoes, you give him a soft peck on his lips, “I’ll watch the race with your dad, okay?” You chuckle at his reaction when he lets out a prolonged groan, “What?”

“He’s going to make fun of us, big time.” He says, rolling his eyes.

“Go,” you say in between laughter, “don’t be late and for the love of God, be careful!”

Lando chuckles at your playful warning, giving you a mock salute. “Yes, ma'am!”

It doesn’t take long for you to find Adam, who gives you a knowing look, in the sea of spectators in the McLaren garage. And as the race begins, you and Adam stand side by side, your eyes fixed on the track where the race is unfolding. The first four laps as the Lando leads the race makes your heart beat so hard, you can practically feel the excitement coursing through your veins. Each turn and straightaway that Lando navigates flawlessly adds to the anticipation building in the air. Even when he returns to his original position, you’re on the edge, praying to whatever deity up there for him to finish this race without and incident. You’ve told him million times before that you don’t get F1 at all, you’ve always thought the adrenaline linked with the sport to be a negative feeling – too heavy, too much and definitely not something you want to feel every weekend. But in the moment that Lando passes the finishing line P2, you realise why people are so obsessed with this sport. Because when Lando crosses the finish line, you find yourself cheering as loudly as anyone else. The rush of emotions, once alien to you, now feels like a shared celebration of human achievement and dedication.

Lando is all smiles when he finally finds his way back to you, and he’s giving you a kiss the moment he has you back in his arms; celebrating with the team in the paddock was a whirlwind of emotions. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his big smile is infectious.

So you’re honestly confused when he starts dragging you through the hallways of the club you went to for his celebrations with the rest of the team. The beat of the music playing back in the dancefloor echoes in the hallway as he leads you down the hall. The lights, the laughter, and the energy of the celebrations in the main area of the club are still audible, but you can only hear the muffled sounds of the celebration being held for him. “Lando,” in hopes of finally getting some answers, you say his name for the umpteenth time, but he just looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, “what’s wrong?”

He's silent as he wraps his arms around your waist and before you can repeat your question he buries his head in the crook of your neck. While you’re thinking about what could’ve caused his sudden need to be alone with you, he’s very glad that you’ve opted to wear sneakers tonight instead of heels.

“Baby,” you murmur, your fingers running through his curls in an attempt to bribe him, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.” His voice is muffled by your skin and you can feel the breath he exhales on your shoulder.

You purse your lips and give him a few moments for him to break on his own, but when he doesn’t, you sigh softly. “Something is wrong.”

He raises his head momentarily to give you an unamused look, then bury his head back into your neck, “I saw you and Oscar.”

“Yeah, we were talking about the race.” Your confirmation leaves you confused as he lets out a scoff, and you find yourself warily asking, “Is there something wrong with that?”

You hear him scoff again and then, “Well I didn’t particularly like it.”

You gently push him off of you as you try to look past his confused expression and pouted lips, “You didn’t like me talking to your teammate… about your race.”

“Well when you put it like that–”

“Lando he is two years younger than us, and he has a girlfriend you do realise that, don’t you?” Your hands rest on either side of your body on your hips as you give him a small grin, “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

His eyes widen as he nods, “Well yeah, Tink, I think that one was very much obvious when I dragged you here.”

“I mean,” you drawl, “it was kind of cute, you know?”

As his eyes narrow, Lando walks you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall. “Well I am a cute person.”

“Oh yeah,” you let out a giggle, “the cutest.” Your fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt while you look up at him to meet his eyes, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we should probably get back to the party?” He mumbles, his eyes drifting as he looks around the hall.

You fist the collar of his shirt as you raise yourself up on your tiptoes, your voice lowering down for only him to hear even if it’s a deserted hallway, “You don’t have a race tomorrow.”

His eyes come back down to meet yours, “Well yes, it’s Mond– oh,” it takes a moment for him to realise what you’ve meant, and you’re thrown over his shoulder in an instant.

“Wha– Lando put me down!” You shriek, “What are you doing?”

His voice is playful as he starts walking towards the back door of the club, “We are not leaving that hotel room for a few days.”

It doesn’t take long for you to start laughing, “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs the opposite shoulder, “but I’m your idiot.”

The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but you can’t help the small smile forming on your lips as you murmur, “Yeah, yeah you are.”

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princessmaybank · 16 days

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Can we get some p links plss would love some anal and playing w toy ones. tyy

OBX P!LINKS PT12

*you guys really love your p!links. sorry this took so long babe, hope you like them! As always I KNOW they look nothing like them! These are all from pornhub*

WARNING: 18+, MDNI, THESE ARE LITERAL PORN LINKS

JJ:

Teaching Moment

Upside Down

Masseuse!JJ

Helping You Out

Wrong Remote

Training

Ripped Pantyhose

Rafe:

From Behind

After Your Workout

No Mercy

Like It Rough

New Toy

Beads

Testing The Waters

Large Hole

John B:

Tatted!JB

Butt Plug

Creampie

Freaky JB

Anal Hook

Fingering

On The Beach

Pope:

BBC & Small Hole

Take It All

Dick & Dildo

Switching Positions

Vibrating Dildo

Helping Hand

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luveline · 8 months

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Hi jadeybabes!! Like everyone else I’m adoring the soulmate prince au and I’m wondering if we could have a peek into Steve’s thoughts and feelings about finding his soulmate after searching so long and rushing to a quick wedding even though they hardly know each other?

Like we’ve seen reader’s apprehension and insecurities mixed up with just how kind and pretty she thinks he is, and I’m wondering what’s going through Steve’s head? Love you!

hi lovely, love u ♡ prince!steve au fem, 1.2k

His private gardens are silent beyond the low hum of dragonflies zipping across the pond and the creak of his hammock. The old trees he's suspended between don't move an inch, but the netted fabric Steve lays on curls tight with every slow swing.

He can smell hyacinth where it grows at the perimeter of the bluegrass, and the fragrant cocoa of his hot chocolate steaming on the paving stones beneath him. There are a hundred beautiful things to savour out here in the evenings, but Steve can think about nothing but you. Your eyes, the timid sweet smile you give him when he's touching you. Your voice, and how you speak to him when you're alone.

Steve knows he's likely the only person fortunate enough in his entire kingdom to meet his soulmate when he desired it. Which isn't to say he didn't hold out hope when he was young, thinking one day he'd meet them, a diplomat's daughter or the child of a visiting King. He knows it was stupid to assume his soulmate would be another royal, but when you're a kid you believe what you're told.

"Well, of course she'll be educated," his mother would say, sitting two feet away at the dining table, an oyster spoon in hand. "Slight, well-mannered, quiet. You'll be king, so she'll need to be strong. She'll need to know how to take a beating."

Steve remembers thinking, Why? It's not as if I'll hit her.

It's still true, but he can guess what she meant: To be thrust into the spotlight and with little choice in the manner, you have to have a strong disposition. Steve can't not be a Prince. His soulmate can't not want to marry him. She'll need to buckle up.

He doesn't technically agree with his mother's thoughts back then, but he understands them. Steve believes you have much more choice in the manner, and he's dedicated to giving you that choice even if the wedding is being forced on you both. He wants to make this something you want too.

Sighing, Steve rakes a hand through his hair. He needs time to himself, without Robin or Munson and especially without his mother's lady's maids. Steve finds his days stolen and his time delegated, richocheting between government, education, fencing, fittings, toning, training. He can keep up. He doesn't mind. But without an hour alone every now and then, he'll explode.

He stretches out as much as the hammock allows with a frankly hideous groan. His neck and shoulders pop. What he really needs is an hour with the masseuse, Claire. Before Steve met you, he thought she was his soulmate. She has nice hands.

He hears you before he sees you, your footsteps on the pathway. He immediately sits up from the hammock with mild grace, standing in the grass with no idea where to put his hands.

He clasps them behind his back as you come into view.

"Hi, Steve," you say hesitantly.

He can't help it —he sees you and a smile splits his face. Trying not to come on too strong is out the window.

"Hi," he says. You've stopped a couple of feet away. The light of your soul mark is muted to near invisibility, tinged somewhere between pink and purple. It looks ethereal against your skin. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Uh, Robin said you'd be here. That they'd let me through."

"Only you," he says. He told them quite concisely that you're the single person permitted to interrupt his time alone.

"I can come back later."

"No, tell me what's wrong."

"It's… Why do you assume something's wrong?"

"Because you've willingly sought me out?" he asks with a well-meaning laugh.

It's the wrong thing to say. You shift from foot to foot, rubbing your palms together sheepishly. "I guess it was stupid. I'm sorry, you can, uh, you can go back to what you were doing. Sorry, Steve."

"Wait a second!" he says, though he drops his volume when you flinch. "Wait, no, don't– Don't leave, I didn't mean that you can't come and find me unless there's something wrong. I want to talk to you. Really badly. That's why I told them to let you in."

"About what?"

"About everything," he says.

You and Steve sit on one of the steps leading down to the fish pond. It's a beautiful feature with mirror clean waters and water lilies, their petals a quiet pink melding into sunshine orange. He points at it, his head inclined to yours.

"Nymphaea aurora," he murmurs. The water ripples, a darkening purple reflection of the sky as the sun sets. "They're bred for the colour specifically."

"Do you like those ones?" you ask him.

"I like all of them." He doesn't know how to explain how he feels, the dawning hope of being close to you, the magnetic tethering. "We could get different stuff if you wanted. It'll be your garden too, soon," he says, watching fondly as you draw your legs a touch closer and bend at the waist, hugging your thighs. "Are you tired?"

"Kind of, but I know you're busy tomorrow." You want to talk to him as much as he wants to talk to you. He tries hard not to feel smug.

"I'm really sorry. We shouldn't be separated right now, we should be spending the week together." It's a common phenomena. People meet their soulmates and disappear for days on end together, appearing later to beg forgiveness, cheeks aglow with joy. He wanted that with you. He wants whatever he can get.

Steve drops his voice to a whisper, bending at the waist to meet you eye to eye, "Do you want to run away with me tomorrow?"

You don't flinch, wince, or smile. Tentative, you whisper back, "You couldn't run away."

"Just for the day. We'll wear fake eyeglasses and sunhats and slip out in the morning when they change the guards. I've done it before."

"You have?"

"So many times. What do you think of that?"

"What would we do all day?" you whisper.

"Anything we want. Sneak into the opera house, eat dinner in the square from the food carts. We can finally get to know one another. Just you and me," he says softly.

Your tired smile tugs at the corners.

"Okay. Yeah, I want to go."

He reaches across the gap to stroke your cheek, a brisk, wanting line from the highest point to the skin shy of your jaw. In the evening dark, your face awash with the milky light of the appearing moon, you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

You laugh softly and turn your face away, shaking your head before sitting up altogether.

Steve sits up. "Then we'll go. But we should head to bed now, I'll have to wake you up in a few hours. They've started to expect my escape in the morning."

Steve walks you back to your room. He wants to kiss you goodnight, and there's a pause where he thinks about it before telling you goodnight. When your door closes behind you, he has to stop himself from knocking and asking if you want to leave now.

He's eager to get to know you, but you both have time.

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astrojulia · 11 months

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Tarot Cards as Professions

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Major Arcanas:

The Fool: Work with abroad, connections with imports, language teacher, multinationals, entrepreneur, intern, college student, art major.

The Magician: Entrepreneur, job that needs skill with the hands (acupuncture, hairdresser, artisan), actor, salesperson, influencer.

The High Priestess: Education, especially children, nutrition, psychology, cook, housewife, food engineering, toy factory, fortuneteller, spiritual advisor, librarian.

The Empress: Management, business administration, foreign trade, secretariat, translation, decoration, stay-at-home mom, model, cook, farmer.

The Emperor: Business administration, work related to areas of technological innovation, the military or sportsmen, CEO, tycoon.

The Hierophant: Philanthropic areas, ONGs, religious work, social work, diplomacy, and a degree, journalism, writer, editor, priest, spiritual guru, politician.

The Lovers: Sales area in any sector, tourism, theater, advertising, the arts in general, porn star, stripper, masseuse.

The Chariot: Activities related to transport, cars, the latest technology, chauffeur, mechanic, athlete.

Strength: Aesthetics, physical education and various body therapies, medicine, zoologist.

The Hermit: Teacher, writer, doctor, antique dealer, restorer, librarian, gardener.

Wheel of Fortune: Financial market, exchange offices, casinos, lottery houses, stock exchanges, and areas related to public relations, hospitality, game show host.

Justice: Public jobs, won through competitions, politics, police, with government positions, in the diplomatic area, law, insurance company worker.

The Hanged Man: Nurse, auditor, inspector, porter, secretariat, general assistants, yoga instructor, prison guard, philanthropist.

Death: Doctor, farmer, geologist, business administrator, gardener, accountant, assassin, death row executioner, surgeon.

Temperance: Working with liquids in general or with what is transported in liquid form such as alcoholic beverages, medicines, juices. chemist, chef, food critic, regional or even international traffic.

The Devil: Does not limit the individual to a professional wing, so he can also go to extremes for the desire he has, such as landlord, drug lord, sex trafficker.

The Tower: Social assistance, humanitarian aid, medicine, firefighter, police officer, construction worker.

The Star: Music, painting, sculpture, poetry, cinema, makeup artist, dressmaker, beautician, agent, promoter, sound artist, astronomer, harpist, dealer, meteorologist.

The Moon: Oceanographers, sailors, fishermen, owners of bars and restaurants or nightclubs, artists in general, medium, hypnotist, psychiatrist.

The Sun: Motivational speaker, entertainer, comedian, social relationships, work with the public, artist in general, member of society.

Judgment: Work done at home, connection with the law, lawyer, judge, work with disabled or people excluded from society, social assistance, board member, executive producer, director.

The World: Pharmacist, massage therapist, scientist, teacher, community leader, religious leader or priest, fashion designer, makeup artist, interior decorator.

Wands:

Creative industries such as advertising, marketing, and graphic design.

Entrepreneurship and starting your own business.

Athletics, sports coaching, or physical training.

Outdoor jobs like park ranger or tour guide.

Event planning or organizing.

Firefighters or rescue workers.

Ace of Wands: Entrepreneur, startup founder, motivational speaker, fitness coach, personal trainer.

Two of Wands: Business strategist, project manager, travel agent, international consultant, import/export specialist.

Three of Wands: Sales representative, marketing manager, e-commerce entrepreneur, market researcher, international trade coordinator.

Four of Wands: Event planner, wedding coordinator, party organizer, festival manager, hospitality industry professional.

Five of Wands: Conflict resolution specialist, mediator, lawyer, debate coach, competitive sports coach.

Six of Wands: Public relations manager, spokesperson, social media influencer, motivational speaker, winning athlete.

Seven of Wands: Defense attorney, human rights activist, political campaigner, advocate, civil liberties lawyer.

Eight of Wands: Courier, delivery driver, airline pilot, travel blogger, expedition guide.

Nine of Wands: Security guard, bodyguard, soldier, endurance athlete, self-defense instructor.

Ten of Wands: Overworked entrepreneur, project manager, event organizer, professional organizer, heavy equipment operator.

Page of Wands: Assistant in a creative field, aspiring artist, intern in a startup, social media coordinator, apprentice.

Knight of Wands: Travel journalist, adventure tour guide, professional athlete, race car driver, stunt performer.

Queen of Wands: CEO, business owner, charismatic leader, life coach, influential speaker.

King of Wands: Executive manager, entrepreneur, leadership coach, consultant, director of a creative agency.

Cups:

Counseling, therapy, or social work.

Hospitality industry, including restaurant management and bartending.

Wedding planner or event coordinator.

Artistic fields like poetry, writing, or acting.

Healing professions such as nursing or holistic therapy.

Psychologist or counselor specializing in emotions and relationships.

Ace of Cups: Therapist, counselor, social worker, holistic healer, emotional support specialist.

Two of Cups: Marriage counselor, matchmaker, relationship coach, wedding planner, love psychic.

Three of Cups: Event organizer, party planner, celebratory event coordinator, community organizer.

Four of Cups: Meditation teacher, mindfulness coach, spiritual counselor, psychologist, therapist.

Five of Cups: Grief counselor, trauma therapist, hospice worker, emotional healing practitioner, bereavement support.

Six of Cups: Child psychologist, teacher, daycare worker, children's book author, pediatric nurse.

Seven of Cups: Creative writer, fantasy novelist, imaginative artist, dream analyst, visionary.

Eight of Cups: Travel blogger, adventure seeker, spiritual pilgrim, explorer, wanderlust photographer.

Nine of Cups: Life coach, happiness consultant, gratitude coach, self-help author, wellness retreat organizer.

Ten of Cups: Family therapist, marriage and family counselor, foster care advocate, wedding planner, family mediator.

Page of Cups: Creative writer, artist in training, intuitive healer, aspiring therapist, dream interpreter.

Knight of Cups: Actor, romantic poet, musician, art therapist, love and relationship coach.

Queen of Cups: Psychic reader, intuitive healer, counselor, compassionate caregiver, therapist.

King of Cups: Therapist, counselor, intuitive mentor, emotional intelligence trainer, psychologist.

Swords:

Legal professions like lawyers, judges, or law enforcement officers.

Journalists, reporters, or investigators.

IT specialists, computer programmers, or hackers.

Teachers or professors specializing in critical thinking or philosophy.

Military or defense-related careers.

Strategic planners or analysts.

Ace of Swords: Lawyer, judge, legal consultant, investigative journalist, strategic planner.

Two of Swords: Mediator, conflict resolution specialist, negotiator, diplomat, relationship counselor.

Three of Swords: Divorce lawyer, grief counselor, trauma therapist, emotional healer, heart surgeon.

Four of Swords: Rest and relaxation specialist, meditation teacher, spiritual retreat organizer, yoga instructor.

Five of Swords: Military strategist, competitive sports coach, lawyer specializing in litigation, debate coach.

Six of Swords: Travel agent, relocation consultant, therapist specializing in transitions, boat captain.

Seven of Swords: Private investigator, spy, intelligence analyst, cybersecurity expert, undercover agent.

Eight of Swords: Social justice lawyer, human rights advocate, disability rights activist, therapist specializing in limiting beliefs.

Nine of Swords: Insomnia specialist, anxiety therapist, nightmare counselor, sleep coach, mental health counselor.

Ten of Swords: Surgeon, coroner, forensic scientist, mortician, grief counselor.

Page of Swords: Researcher, journalist, fact-checker, apprentice in a legal field, investigative reporter.

Knight of Swords: Military officer, police officer, attorney, competitive fencer, conflict resolution specialist.

Queen of Swords: Judge, lawyer, critic, journalist, literary agent.

King of Swords: Judge, attorney, CEO, strategist, military general.

Pentacles:

Financial advisors or investment bankers.

Real estate agents or property developers.

Agriculture, farming, or gardening.

Architects, builders, or construction workers.

Conservationists or environmentalists.

Accountants or bookkeepers.

Ace of Pentacles: Financial advisor, investment banker, wealth manager, entrepreneur, luxury goods retailer.

Two of Pentacles: Financial analyst, accountant, bookkeeper, event planner, stock trader.

Three of Pentacles: Architect, contractor, project manager, teamwork facilitator, craftsman.

Four of Pentacles: Wealth manager, investor, financial planner, asset protection specialist, treasurer.

Five of Pentacles: Social worker, philanthropist, charity organizer, financial counselor, volunteer.

Six of Pentacles: Philanthropist, humanitarian worker, non-profit manager, social worker, charitable fundraiser.

Seven of Pentacles: Gardener, farmer, agricultural consultant, sustainability expert, botanist.

Eight of Pentacles: Craftsperson, artisan, apprentice, skilled tradesperson, technical trainer.

Nine of Pentacles: Luxury brand manager, independent business owner, successful entrepreneur, vineyard owner, art collector.

Ten of Pentacles: Real estate developer, property investor, family business owner, generational wealth manager, financial advisor.

Page of Pentacles: Intern, student, apprentice in a practical field, aspiring entrepreneur, entry-level employee.

Knight of Pentacles: Accountant, financial planner, farmer, skilled tradesperson, meticulous worker.

Queen of Pentacles: CEO, business owner, property developer, hospitality industry entrepreneur, financial advisor.

King of Pentacles: CEO, business mogul, successful investor, high-level executive, financial consultant.

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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that's the spot

2.3k | masseur!joel x f!reader | masterlist

This was a request from @megangovier20. ty @dark-scape for the title. Also highly recommend @swiftispunk's amazing masseuse!reader fic: say it with your hands.

warnings: I8+ non-outbreak, Joel jacks off, unsafe PiV, reader pressures joel, wants a rough touch, can sit on Joel

Your friend referred you to Joel for your back, and after having his hands on you that first time, you needed more. He was gentle and professional. Too gentle. Too professional. You yearned for a rougher touch and he couldn’t stop calling you “ma’am” at first, even when you asked him not to. The room was tranquil and minimalist. There was a shelf for your clothes, a hook for your keys, a chair, and a massage table. It was dimly lit and he wore a linen tunic with matching drawstring pants. He gave you privacy while you stripped down to just a towel.

Initially, you were startled by how handsome he was – the perfect hook of his nose, his tortured brow, and sad eyes. The mesmerizing pattern of his facial hair. But you were at ease once he spoke in a low, calming voice as he kneaded your back. “You’re too young ‘n healthy to be walkin’ around with back pain” was the first thing he said with you face down on his table. The depth and masculine softness of his voice mesmerized you, and from then on, you tried to keep him talking as much as you could. It was hard, though – he wasn’t much of a talker.

Joel’s hands on your back did as much for you as any other man’s hands between your legs. It had been a long time since a man touched you at all. But as far as you could remember, no one’s hands compared to his, not even close. Strong and massive, gliding across your smooth skin, firmly pressing into your muscles, they turned you on unlike anything you’d felt before.

Every time you left his office, you were in desperate need of release. You squeezed your thighs together as soon as you got in your car, and once in the privacy of your bedroom, you thought about nothing but his hands all over you as you brought yourself to climax. It never took long after an appointment with Joel.

One day, you asked Joel if he could be a little rougher with you.

“Rougher?” he asked skeptically.

“Don’t be afraid to hurt me,” you told him.

He was hesitant and explained he’s trained in specific massage techniques, “and rougher ain’t one of’em.” He offered to try the massage gun on you instead. The thought of a tool instead of his hands didn’t do it for you, so you told him maybe another time.

The next time, you slipped him some extra cash and asked him to work you over as hard as he was willing to. He searched your eyes and must have seen the desperation, because he wouldn’t take the folded bills, but he finally agreed.

At first, it was only slightly rougher than usual.

“Good, that’s great,” you kept telling him. “Perfect.” Your praise gave him the confidence to continue. “More,” you kept telling him. “Harder.”

When he finished that day, there was something in the air between you, like each of you knew this was going to become more than massage therapy. Seeing it in your eyes appeared to be the confirmation he needed. He again refused the extra cash.

In the following weeks, when you said “harder” or “please, rougher,” he obliged, often grunting with the effort. He used his elbows at times.

“Damn, you like it real rough, don’t ya?” he muttered at one point. It was a far cry from his professionalism at the first appointment, and it turned you on that you were breaking down his walls. He was good at hiding his arousal, but you could hear it in his voice.

At the end of the appointments, he always composed himself back into the perfect professional. He scanned your body and wet his lips, but there was no sign he’d make a move. He had the self-control you lacked.

One week, you asked him to get on top of you.

“If that’s what ya need, sugar. . . I’m here to give ya what ya need.” Those words sent a rush of blood to your loins.

At your urging, Joel got on the massage table and straddled your ass. He used his fists and knuckles and his body weight. You sighed and moaned as he pushed the sweetest pops and cracks out of your skeleton. His grunts and heavy breaths made a symphony with your own sounds.

You ached and throbbed between the legs. After a particularly sensual sigh left your mouth, you felt his crotch twitch before lifting off your ass. He wasn’t going to let you feel him get hard, but the knowledge of it made you swell with need.

“Lower,” you said. He scooted back, moving down your body, and kneaded your back lower and lower until his hands were almost at your ass.

“Lower,” you pleaded. “Lose the towel.” He took the towel off you, and his big hands slowly crept onto your ass cheeks.

“Yes,” you said. “Feels so good. . .”

He took two handfuls of your ass and inhaled loudly.

"Ohhh,” you sighed. You were close to coming.

“Feels that good, huh?” he said in a low, horny murmur.

He flattened his hands and slid them from your ass, down the curve of your lower back, up to your shoulder blades and said “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

The contrast of his light touch and the desire in his voice did it for you. You clenched your thighs together and sighed as you reached your release. You dug your pubic bone into the table with your pulsations and he took his hands off you in astonishment.

“Fuuuck,” he sighed and brought his hands down gently on your back. “Was that what I think it was?”

“You have a way with those hands, Joel.”

“God damn,” he said.

“Will you lie down on me?” you asked.

“I, uh, I’m really enjoyin’ all this. . .but I think I better not right now.”

“You dunno how good you make me feel,” you gushed. “You dunno much I need this."

He was quiet. “Nice of you to say that. . . tryin’ to be professional, but god damn, you make it hard.”

“And that's exactly how I want you,” you purred. “Come on. Lie down on me for just a minute. Let me feel you for just a minute, and I swear to God I’ll leave.”

After a few seconds he agreed, “Only have a minute ‘til I gotta go anyway.”

Your hands were under your head with your elbows out to the side. He walked on his knees back up the table, pants dragging against your sides. Then he slid his large, veiny hands under your arms, sending a rush through you. He put his forearms down on the table. Then he got in a plank and you felt the linen of his tunic hang against your needy skin.

He dipped his hips and lightly grazed your ass with the hardness in his pants. He murmured into your hair, “Guess this is what you want?”

“Mmmm, yeah. . .” you replied.

Then he laid onto you, lowering his pelvis first. You moaned and he sighed as his hard bulge pushed against your inner thighs.

"Gimme all your weight."

He slowly lowered more of his weight.

“God damn, sugar. . . you got me breakin’ all kinda rules.” He swelled harder against you, making your whole body weak with desire, and you savored the weight of his body on yours. Your insides buzzed from head to toe. His hips just barely thrust into yours, making you wetter.

“Mmm,” you sighed.

He stayed there for a minute, just barely rutting into you, then sighed loudly as he climbed down from the table. “Sorry, sugar. That’s it for today.” His massive palm lightly stroked your upper back. “I’ll let you get dressed.”

You turned over onto your side, facing him before he could turn around to leave. You followed his eyes to your naked breasts before he could avert them. He swallowed and clasped his hands in front of his crotch, trying to regain his composure.

“Joel….” you said and lightly stroked his inner elbow. His eyes met yours again and he bit his lip. “Thank you.”

He winked. “See ya next time, sugar.”

You looked at the clock and realized you might make him late for his next appointment. You quickly dressed in a daze, your whole body tingling with the afterglow as you put on your jeans and t-shirt. It wasn’t until you were in the parking lot that you realized you left your keys on the hook in his massage room. When you came back in, the receptionist was closing the appointment book.

“Excuse me, I don’t want to interrupt Joel’s next appointment, but I left my keys in there. . ..”

“Oh, you were his last appointment for the day. I think he’s probably gone.”

“Oh. . .”

“Go ahead, it should be unlocked.”

As you approached the door and put your hand on it, you heard him sighing over the squish of skin. Your breath hitched. So that was why he had to go. Fair enough. You took a deep breath, turned the handle, and opened the door.

In the dimly lit room, Joel was seated in the chair with his legs spread wide. His strong, veiny hand was wrapped around his hard cock. He froze when you opened the door, pausing mid-stroke. You nearly scared him to death. He opened his mouth, but words didn’t come out. There was a look in your eyes that paralyzed him. He watched with bated breath as you closed the door behind you. You took your keys off the wall and suddenly he looked more embarrassed, like of course, that’s why you’re back.

He started to tuck himself away, but you shook your head, don’t. You stepped out of your shoes, and as soon as you pocketed your keys, you unbuttoned your pants. You took your underwear down with them and his eyes fell to your nakedness. He looked at you with his chest heaving, mouth watering, and rubbed his lips together as you crossed the room. He was holding his dick back against himself and cupping his balls with his other hand.

When you got to him, you put your hands on his shoulders, and slowly mounted him. You stayed hovering over his lap, then you took off your shirt and bra. One more step and you would be directly over his cock. “God damn, you’re hot,” he said to your tits, then took a deep breath.

“Heard you’re off the clock now,” you replied in a low, sexy voice.

“Guess I am,” he murmured, glancing up at your face.

You looked down at his stiff member, weeping with precum, and you wet your lips. He held it at attention for you and gently cupped your ass with his other hand. He gave it a light squeeze with his palm, prompting you to take that last step forward. His face looked about as needy as you were for his body on yours earlier. His cock looked delicious and its angry pink head was begging to be inside you. His girth was impressive, and it had been a long time for you, but you knew you could take him because you had never, ever been so ready. Your body yearned to be filled by his.

You lowered yourself onto him, and when his cock’s swollen head met your dripping entrance, you sighed as your body took him in. You sank right down, letting his girth spread you apart. You gasped when your bodies were flush and sighed as your body finished rearranging itself around him.

“Fuuck,” he breathed. He looked down at where your bodies met, then looked back up at you, astonished.

You gently rocked there, enjoying the fullness of him all the way inside you. His pubic bone, cushioned by neatly trimmed hair, rubbed against your clit and your pleasure built rapidly.

You began to lift and lower yourself on his rock-hard shaft and he grunted as his hips moved in rhythm with yours. Each time you claimed his full length, the tension inside you swelled. He looked back and forth between your eyes and mouth, then you kissed him. He eagerly accepted your mouth, and when your tongue parted his lips, he sucked with an, "Mmm." Your lips broke away only to whimper as you rode him, building quickly toward your orgasm. Your breath was hot against his cheek, and his against yours as you rode his thick cock. His head fell back with a moan.

“Easy. sugar. I’m not lastin’ long like this.” His voice amplified everything you were feeling. The next time you took his full shaft inside you, you stayed down and rocked your hips again.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he panted and a look of pain spread across his face. He held both your ass cheeks. His lips puckered with an exhale, his climax looming ever closer. You came down hard on him one last time and groaned as your tension released into something otherworldly. You clenched around him and a powerful flex of his strong arms abruptly lifted you by the ass, prying you off his cock.

He came as soon as his cock sprang out of you. Still in the throws of your own climax, you pulsed and moaned and and sat on his thighs watching the last of his cum dribble onto his uniform.

“Sorry,” he panted, catching his breath. He was self-conscious about the timing, even though you came.

“Shouldn’t have started without me,” you teased him. You sat there for a minute in silence and rested your head on his shoulder. He rubbed your back.

You asked him, “What were you thinking about?”

“Hmm?” he asked.

“When I walked in on you. What were you thinking about?”

He looked at the massage table. “How ‘bout I show you next time?”

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lunicho · 3 months

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what kind of porn do you think bonedo guys like to watch? 🥸🎤

(new bnd blog @angeltsan )

sungho:

public - i feel like he watches a lot of those japanese vids of ppl on the train/bus or like under the dinner table and stuff like that. also likes vids of girls masturbating in their cars and in drive thrus and stuff.

masseuse - the ones where it starts out as a massage where the recieving person gets all oiled up and slowly the masseuse starts touching the girls tits and then eventually they fuck.

riwoo:

solo female - just loves seeing girls making themselves feel good. i feel like he'd really love the ones that are real close up to the pussy.

food play - probably started out as just him being curious but he lowkey loves the vids of ppl licking whipped cream off of each other

jaehyun:

hentai - boobs. i feel like he'd also just find them so entertaining. i think he'd just like breast play videos in general too tbh.

femdom - this is a spectrum and he's been through every part of the spectrum. i feel like he mostly watches those vids of girls talking teasingly while milking their bfs <3

roleplay - the real corny cringy ones too, he just loves a roleplay idk. like oh ur the doctor and im the patient?? perfect for him.

taesan:

amateur - idk i just feel like he loves the realness of it, he's definitely not into anything that looks too high quality. loves the ones where u can tell it's filmed on someone's phone.

lesbian - i just feel like he'd love seeing two girls play with each other idk.

leehan:

hentai - i doubt this is surprising, he loves the big tits and the wild situations 😭

pov - loves the ones of girls sucking dick or the ones of girls riding guys

creampie - just loves it messy 🤷🏾‍♀️

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 3 months

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Idle Hands

I'm clearing out my drafts, so please enjoy this super short one shot. I'm not all that happy with this, but I've been working on it for months, and if I kept working on it, it was never going to get posted.

Contains: Historically inaccuracy around coconut oil and rum, fluff, smut (P in V).

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John gets bored on your spa vacation.

When Tommy suggested you and John go to one of those new fandangled spa resorts by the sea to take a break from the rush and smoggy air of Birmingham, you knew it would be a change. What you didn't know was how bored you were going to be, one can only soak in the Grecian pool so much.

When you returned from your spa treatment, John was lying on one of the couches in your room, naked under the towel wrapped around his waist as he read the Birmingham Times, looking disinterested. You walked behind the loveseat and wrapped your arms around his body as he twisted himself to kiss you. He pulled back with a smile and took a deep breath. "You smell like that fancy rum we give to the Toffs at the Eden Club, the one from the Caribbean."

"Yes, I just spent the last hour getting a coconut oil massage." It was nice, but even a trained masseuse had nothing on John's strong, capable hands. You made the short journey around the seat and sat next to him, but he grinned and lifted you onto his lap. "What are you doing?"

His eyes filled with mischief as he placed his hand on your thigh. "I got lonely without you."

His calloused fingers grazed your inner thigh, his trigger finger the roughest as they slowly slid closer to the leg opening of your loose linen shorts. "I'm sorry, Dearest. You could have come with me. They did have a couples option."

He started running his fingertips up and down your leg, from your knee to just inside your shorts and back again, before letting out a sigh. "I'm bored shitless, love. There's nothing to do here."

You raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? I can think of a few things."

The way he grinned and tilted his head told you the game was on, and a bulge radially grew in the towel as he pulled you into a kiss. You couldn't decide whether to remove his towel or your shirt, and the room filled with laughter as your hands collided midair in the rush to choose. The towel fell away as the knot came undone, and a moment later, his hands found your bare skin.

He palmed your breasts as his lust filled eyes raked over your body. "You're so fucking beautiful." He pushed himself up and pulled you further onto his lap as his lips found yours with force, his teeth meeting your flesh as his hand moved to your lower back to press you to his hard cock. The kiss turned softer as his other hand made its way to your core.

He smiled into the kiss as his fingers ran through the mess between your legs. He swallowed your moans as he zeroed in on your clit and dug your nails into his ample bicep as your head fell against his chest. He was infuriating sometimes; his need to take his time and enjoy it like he was walking through an interactive art gallery made you far more desperate than you were willing to admit. "John, please, you had your fun this morning, have mercy on me."

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, and you fought the urge to sink your teeth into his plump lower lip as he brought his fingers down to your entrance. Just as you were preparing to protest again, he pulled his fingers away and grabbed his cock before rubbing it up and down your slit. "Well, hop on Love." He held himself steady as you slid down and settled into his lap.

You stayed still, adjusting to his size as one of his hands landed on your lower back while the other found your cheek. His fingertips brushed your cheekbone as you started to rock your hips, and his nose bumped yours as affection poured from his mouth. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest as he took over the pace and you buried your head in his neck as your nerves lit up like the night sky during a bomb run.

He hit his stride, and an inferno followed the path his hand made from your back to your clit as he rubbed it in tight circles while your breath caught in your chest. Your teeth found the junction of his neck and shoulder as the sparks of pleasure grew overwhelming while the steady pressure of his cock on your G-spot made your thighs twitch against his firm body.

He was grunting like an animal, snapping his hips up at the end of each stroke to kiss your cervix before pulling out almost all the way and starting again. Your nails dug into his skin and opened your mouth to warn him of your oncoming fall over the edge, but he already knew and took you in a searing kiss as he pushed you over it. Your world spun as you landed on your back and he folded you like a pretzel as used all his leverage to slam into you.

It was so much it almost ached, but just as you were about to try to beg for mercy between desperate breaths, you felt him pulse inside you, and his weight collapsed on top of you while his chest heaved and his hips stuttered with aftershocks. He took a deep breath, and you felt his lips fall all across your face in gentle kisses. "You right, Love?"

You nodded. "I'm great. Are you still bored?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, I'm great too."

Fin

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the-goldenbunny-diaries · 10 months

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Masseuse (M)

⚢ Pairing - Nayeon x Reader

✎ Word Count - 2.7k

☆ Genre - Smut

♡ Description - After being yelled at by your boss, you look for a source of release, deciding to make an appointment with a masseuse for a bit of stress relief. (A/N: This isn’t proofread so I apologize if there are typos.)

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"Really, Y/N! I can't believe you actually did that! Such a rookie mistake," Your boss shook his head, ridiculing you. You work at Sapphire Business Company, a division under Gem Industries. Sapphire works specifically with the customer support side of Gem. Unfortunately, you were caught up with her newest task: training a newbie, Tzuyu, who didn't know how to code a lost and replaced item properly. You were called into her boss's office because Tzuyu coded it as just a lost item that had not been replaced yet. So, returning to the present, your boss is yelling at you, blaming you for Tzuyu’s mistake.

"I really expected more from you. You've been working here for over 4 years now, Y/N. You should know better," He scorned. You tried your best to explain to him that it wasn't your fault, that it was your new coworker's mistake, but he wouldn't listen to you. You just had to sit back and listen to him blame you for something you didn't do.

"Y/N, you're now on probation starting now. You're not going to come into work tomorrow, nor for the rest of the week, and you're certainly not going to get paid for it either. Maybe you'll learn that you need to make sure everything is right before you send it in." You looked at your boss with an utterly shocked face, freezing in place. “You may leave now.” He spoke sternly before you politely bowed and walked out of his office. As soon as she left, however, you silently cursed him out.

“How could he blame me for something that Tzuyu did?” You thought to yourself. You felt a strange feeling coursing through your body, almost as if every muscle was tightening due to the stress that your boss just caused you. After a few minutes of this, it was almost painful to move due to how tight your muscles had become. It was an experience you’d never felt before and was certainly not one you would wish on your worst enemy.

You sighed as you finally sat down in your car, slightly relieving the pain in your body. "Shit, I've gotta fix this somehow. I’m not going to be able to do anything like this."

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Driving down the road seemed to calm you some, but even the soothing music couldn't help the tenseness inside your muscles. When you pulled up to a red light, you quickly grabbed your phone and looked up local massage places. The closest one with the highest reviews was Ciao Bella. You laughed at the name, which meant “Hello Beautiful” in Italian. Since the spa had the best reviews, you decided to give them a call. You rang the number as you continued to drive. After a few rings, a young female picked up.

"Hello. This is Ciao Bella Spa. This is Nayeon. How can I assist you today?" She said.

"Uhh, hi. I'm looking to schedule a massage for this afternoon." you almost stuttered. The voice that spoke to her over the phone was alluring and made her want to simply listen.

"Of course. Let me pull up the schedule for you." You heard some clicking before the woman spoke again. "Alright, so are you a first-time customer?" Nayeon asked.

"Y-yes." you almost died when she heard Nayeon’s little giggle over the phone.

"You're so cute. So, we have two massage therapists in today; one being myself and one being Sana. We're both pretty good, but I normally start with new clients." Nayeon explained.

"O-okay sure. What time are you a-available?" You asked, your voice continuing to fail you.

"I'm open anytime after 2." She said. You glanced down at my Apple watch and saw it was 1:47. You thought for a moment before speaking.

"Can I come in around 2:30? That gives me time to get from work over to you?" You responded, finally being able to speak without stuttering or pausing.

"Of course, I'll see you then---." Nayeon’s voice trailed off as if she was waiting for you to finish her sentence. You gasped as she totally forgot to give Nayeon her name.

"Oh my goodness. I am so sorry. I forgot to give you my name. I'm Y/L/N Y/F/N." she said.

"Alright, Y/N. You're in the books. I'll see you soon!" you smiled before you said goodbye and hung up. When you set your phone down, you looked in your rearview mirror and noticed that your cheeks were covered in a light pink hue.

"Why am I blushing," you asked yourself.

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You pulled up to Ciao Bella Spa a few minutes before you appointment, so you decided to go in a look around. As you entered the building, you immediately noticed that the whole spa was very modernized. You really liked the way it looked, and you instantly felt comfortable. As you slowly walked around, looking at all of the products laid out in the front of the store, a young woman walked around the corner and came up to you.

"You must be Y/N. I'm Nayeon." She smiled a gummy smile as she extended her hand out to you.

"Pleasure to meet you, Nayeon." You returned the smile and shook her hand.

Nayeon gestured to you to follow her over to the front counter. As she went around the back, she grabbed her a piece of paper and a clipboard. "If I could just have you fill this out for me real quick just so I can get a general idea of what you need." you nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in the main lobby. To sum up the form, it asked where her pain was, which right now was everywhere. You chuckled to yourself as uou filled it out and couldn't wait to see Nayeon's reaction.

Once you finished, you walked back up to the counter and gave the paper to Nayeon. She smiled before she skimmed over it. She gave you a funny look before she spoke.

"You hurt everywhere?" Nayeon laughed.

"Yup," you spoke, popping the P at the end. "Work stresses me out."

"Girl, same!" She smiled, and you both laughed. "Alright alright, let get you into the room and get you de-stressed." You followed her down a nice hallway and into a room with a sign above it that said: Venice. The room was extremely nice and was very calming. The lights were dimmed and there was a small water feature hanging on the far wall. Yiou looked around for a second before turning back to Nayeon.

"So, I'm going to leave you for a second. Just undress as much as you feel comfortable doing and hop on the table face up." Nayeon smiled before she left the room. You quickly took off her clothes until you was just in your underwear and climbed under the sheets on the table. She was surprised to feel that the table was warmed. You shifted around a few times until you were comfortable and closed you eyes. As you took a couple of deep breaths, you listened to the flowing water fountain. You was so relaxed that you almost dozed off until a knock on the door brought you back to Earth.

"You ready?" You heard Nayeon call from the other side of the door.

"Yes ma’am," you said as she opened the door.

"Y/N, I'm probably only a year or two older than you. You don't have to call me ma'am." She dimmed the lights further then walked over to the side of the table. She pulled out a couple of tools and oils before she sat in a rolling chair behind you.

"So, I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes," Nayeon spoke in a very soothing tone. You did as she said as Nayeon started the massage. There’s two things you noticed immediately: 1) she was very good at what she does and 2) her hands were massive. You sighed as Nayeon’s fingers rubbed your temples, already relieving some of the tension. As she continued, she gave your head a massage, which caused a ton of chills to run down your body. Then, Nayeon moved to your upper body. She grabbed some of her massage oil, put it on her hands, and started to move them along your neck and shoulders. You internally laughed at the number of knots she felt Nayeon start to rub out. Her hands seemed to cover your entire shoulder and she continued massaging. As Nayeon finally rubbed out one of the bigger ones, you accidentally let out a sound that was similar to a moan.

You felt Nayeon pause for a moment before continuing to massage your neck. "You okay? Am I going too hard?" She asked you.

"N-no no, you're f-fine." You said, gripping the sheets underneath you and trying your best to keep in the sounds you desperately wanted to make as Nayeon continued to get the knots out of your neck. Everything she did just felt so pleasurable, especially with her massive hands, and sent shivers through your entire body. Nayeon must have been able to tell because, at that moment, your eyes went wide as you felt a pair of lips on her shoulder. At first, they were light pecks but soon turned into little kisses and nibbles. You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan. It wasn't loud, for you were trying to be quiet, but Nayeon definitely heard it.

"You like that, princess?" Nayeon spoke in a sultry tone, the pet name making everything hotter. All you could do was nod, for no words would come out of your mouth. Nayeon found your sweet spot, and you felt her smirk on her neck when she bit down on it, causing you to moan a little louder. "Shhhh." she cooed. "You've got to stay quiet."

You nodded again as you bit your lip, trying your best to hold back the sounds that fought to come out of your mouth. You watched as Nayeon got up from her chair and came around the table so that she was on your right side. Nayeon grabbed the sheet and folded it over so that your upper body was now exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, but that was quickly forgotten as Nayeon started to run her fingers across your chest. She started just below your collarbone and worked her way down towards your breasts. Heat instantly filled your cold body when her hands pinched your nipples, causing you to gasp. Your back arched into Nayeon’s touch as she continued to play around, teasing you like crazy.

At this point, you knew your underwear was soaked through. There was no way they weren't. If you was being honest with yourself, you was probably dripping onto the table. You tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the growing pressure between your legs. However, Nayeon wouldn't allow it. She removed one of her hands from your breast and use it to push your legs apart again, making you whine slightly.

"Patience is a virtue, baby girl." Nayeon husked. That alone turned you on even more. Your hands had not once moved from grasping the sheets, for you needed something to help with the building in your core. Continuing with what she started, Nayeon moved her hand back to your breast, making sure they were thoroughly massaged and your nipples were standing tall. Once they were, she slowly moved her hands south toward where you needed them most. However, she was going at a snail’s pace just to tease you more.

"N-Nayeon...." you moaned. "I--"

Nayeon just smirked as her hands reached the hem of your underwear. You quietly thanked the Lord above for not putting on granny panties. Nayeon grabbed the waistline, pulling them up slightly before letting it go, letting it snap against your skin. When a whine came out of your mouth, Nayeon ripped the rest of the sheet off your body, leaving you fully exposed, except for your underwear. Although, that didn't last long.

"Baby.... is this all for me?" She asked as she ran a long finger across your covered slit, feeling all your juices that soaked the fabric.

"Y-yes." you stuttered. "All for y-you."

Nayeon smiled smugly as she leaned down and grabbed your underwear with her teeth, pulling them down slowly, before discarding them to the side of the room and returning to her spot between your legs. You moaned just at the sight. The way Nayeon’s lustful eyes sparkled up at you almost had you cumming then and there. Her large bands started to caress your upper thighs and before long, you felt Nayeon’s tongue run a straight line up your now exposed slit, causing you to throw a hand over your mouth, muting a loud moan.

Nayeon expertly moved her tongue around in a figure-8 shape, causing you to lose your mind. You moved one of your hands from the sheet and laced it through Nayeon’s hair, pushing her head closer to your core. The pleasure got more intense, however, when her right hand moved from your thigh to your clit. If you weren’t already putty in this woman’s hands, you knew you were done for. As soon as Nayeon applied pressure, you had to bite down on your hand not to scream out Nayeon’s name. The amount of pleasure you were receiving was indescribable.

"P-please Nayeon" you whisper-yelled at her.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you, sweetheart. It'll be better in the end." Nayeon said as she continued to eat you out. You could almost feel the smirk against you as your back continued to arch and moans continued to spill out of your mouth.

"Play with your breasts, Y/N." She commanded before her fingers and her tongue switched places. You moved your left hand that had been white from gripping the sheet so hard to your left breast, kneading it as Nayeon had done before, although your hands were not as big as hers. Nayeon's tongue began to flick against your clit as her fingers started to poke and prod at your entrance, making you start to beg for her.

"N-Nayeon please." You never thought that you would stoop low enough to beg for something, but here you were and you didn't regret it. When you spoke, Nayeon slowly moved two long fingers into you, letting you get used to them before she started to pump them in and out. Once you got used to the speed, you started to move your hips in rhythm with Nayeon’s fingers. Within a couple of minutes, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your core clenching around her fingers.

"I-I'm close, Nayeon." You moaned.

"Not yet." She smirked.

You whined as Nayeon pumped her long fingers quicker, making it a lot harder to hold in your impending orgasm.

"P-please Nayeon. I d-don't think I can h-hold it in anymore." You begged again.

"Cum for me, princess." You almost yelled as Nayeon said those words, finally feeling the release you'd been wanting. Your legs shook violently as your hips bucked against Nayeon’s fingers. She made sure she didn't let any of your cum go to waste, swallowing it all. Your whole body trembled as Nayeon started to slow down her fingers and her tongue, letting you come down from your high. You laid there panting as Nayeon grabbed the sheet again, laying it on top of you.

"How do you feel?" Nayeon asked you, a slight smirk visible on her face,

"Better. More relaxed." You breathed out, still out of breath from the mind-blowing orgasm that happened mere minutes ago.

"Glad I could help. I'll leave you to get dressed." Nayeon smiled as she left the room.

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As you went to get off the table, your legs gave out from underneath you, causing you to grab onto the table for stability. You quietly laughed at yourself. "She really did me good, didn't she?" As you get dressed, you glanced under the sheet Nayeon had placed on you and notice the dark spot where your cum had seeped onto the sheets. You’d have to apologize for the mess. As walked out of the room and went back into the main lobby, you saw Nayeon standing behind the counter with a bottle of water in her hand.

"Here, thought you might need this. Your throat might be dry from all that moaning." She whispered the last part, laughing as she saw the blush that crept onto your face.

"T-thanks. I’m sorry about the -uh- mess in there" you smiled shyly at her.

Nayeon smirked before opening the computer. "It’s no problem. I’ll keep them for your next visit.” You gasped while she just giggled and continued. “Speaking of which, when would you like to set up your next appointment?"

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kieran-granola · 2 months

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Thinking about Omegaverse feat therapeutic scruffing for all dynamics... It's kind of like getting a massage, and the Scruffing Therapists (STs) are trained in various "styles" of scruff depending on body type, dynamic, whether or not the patient is pregnant etc.

Athletes book scruffing sessions to assist with other forms of PT after an injury, because it promotes rest and healing. Every major sports team has a dedicated ST who is encouraged to form friendly bonds with the team because it makes their work more efficient.

A good spa day includes a nice, deep, scruffing, before a hot cup of tea in a nest of towels. The nests are premade by people covered from head to toe to avoid scent transference, then scented with essential oils that you pick when you arrive, like choosing a nail polish color.

You can also pick your ST's dynamic when booking a scruffing at a beauty center/spa, like picking your masseuse's gender, and there are people who only want alphas or omegas for a variety of reasons, but the most popular choice across all dynamics is by far betas.

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holistico021 · 1 year

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Swedish massage is one of the most basic forms of massage. Swedish massage helps the body to absorb more oxygen and expedites the removal of waste materials from the cells, which encourages detoxification. Swedish massage therapy uses several essential oils that are applied gently to the body to calm the tension built in the muscles. The therapist uses smooth healing touch over your body to give you a relaxed feeling. The best part is that you can ask the therapist to increase or decrease the pressure depending on your level of comfort.

Benefits of Swedish Massage

Swedish Massage has been found to have many benefits, including:

• Reduced pain, tension, and muscle jerks

• The body's natural painkillers, endorphins, are released

• Improved blood circulation

• Improved lymphatic drainage

• Improved mobility

• Strengthening the body's overall natural life energy flow

Swedish massage is particularly helpful for boosting blood oxygen levels, reducing muscular toxins, and enhancing circulation and flexibility while reducing stress. The main purpose of Swedish massage is to increase the oxygen flow in the blood and release toxins from the muscles. It is often recommended as part of a regular program for stress management and is an effective therapy, which helps in overall well-being.

These methods enhance the physical well-being of people and help to relieve pain from injuries or overuse of the body by relaxing the muscles. Additionally, It helps widen blood vessels, prevents accidents, improves knowledge of how the body functions, and increases performance.

Swedish Massage is, by far, the most popular form of massage in the United States. The result is improved circulation, reduced stress, relaxed muscles, greater flexibility, and improved overall health and wellness.

#Relaxation massage #Massage for stress relief #Massage for relaxation #Massage for athletes #Swedish massage #deep tissue massage #hot stone massage #Thai massage #Day spa near me #Massage studio near me #Spa treatments near me #Professional masseuse\#Qualified masseuse #Experienced masseuse #Trained masseuse #Licensed masseuse #Skilled masseuse #Certified masseuse

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spooklies · 2 months

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# Resident Evil - Yandere Chris Redfield (PROFILE)

Type of Yandere: Chris is someone who cares a whole lot about those he loves while pretending that that side of him doesn’t exist. He’ll show he cares for you in every way but verbally at first, but in moments where you two are intimate he’s not against confessing just how much he loves everything about you. And Chris also happens to be overly stubborn once he’s set in his ways, and that in turn will make it difficult to try and reason with the man when he’s decided over something. Control, a position he’s been given since he could remember, and one he’ll hold over you whenever possible. Wearing something he doesn’t like? He’ll all but demand you take it off and change out of it. And if you refuse? Then he isn’t against using other means to get his way. He’s never physical, not unless you want him to be. He’s a man of discipline and understands the importance of boundaries. No, he’ll tap into a side of him that was trained to be a negotiator. Or in simpler terms, he’ll manipulate his darling when they do or say something he disapproves of. Sometimes he’ll even do this without realizing it. Chris has an overwhelmingly dominant air to him that calls for attention and he’s well aware of it.

Love Language: Chris can’t help but want to do everything for his darling, not wanting them to lift a single finger if it could be helped. He’ll treat you like royalty because in his eyes you deserve nothing but the best. He’s very big on touch and will often than not seek out your presence and find an excuse to put his hands on you. “Your shoulders look tense, allow me?” And without waiting for your permission will start massaging your shoulders with the skills of a certified masseuse. He’ll then playfully scold you for exerting yourself, explaining to you why it’s important to rest. “If you don’t keep taking care of yourself then I have no choice but to do it for you.”

Their Biggest Fear: Chris has seen a lot of shit, like shit people never come back from. But when he’s with his darling then it’s as if none of the traumatic events he’s experienced happened in the first place. He’ll often think to himself, “What’ll I ever do without you?” Because in his eyes a life without you isn’t one worth living. And that thought process alone is terrifying to Chris. He’s experienced what it’s like to lose people dear to him, but imagining his darling being the person he loses? Not a chance.

Kidnapping: If his darling ever tried to leave him then he’d definitely panic and jump to the worst conclusions about why you’d ever want to leave him. Those conclusions would then escalate into Chris convincing himself that someone is manipulating you and causing you to have these ‘intrusive’ thoughts. So what better way to keep his darling safe than to keep them at home – a sanctuary he’s created to be in your liking. He’s sure that with time his darling will come to understand why he needs to keep them home and the types of danger that lurks outside waiting to take them away from him.

How Easy is it to Escape?: Near impossible. Chris is an incredibly talented man with all the training a soldier could possibly need to bring an entire government to its knees. There will be locks on every door, safes containing possible escape tools, and even people Chris could rely on to have his back no matter the circumstances. Just hope that things don’t ever escalate that badly.

Punishments (SLIGHT NSFW BUT NOTHING GRAPHIC): “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” After one too many instances of his darling going against his direct orders – house rules, as he prefers to call them – he’ll see no other choice but to teach you the importance of listening to him through more intimate means. Your hands can sometimes end up cuffed to the bedpost, lovebites littering your skin as if you’d just been splashed with paint, and tears running down your face as you squirm and whine for his forgiveness through half-lidded eyes. “Oh I’ve already forgiven you, it’s about proving a point.” And he doesn’t stop until he’s done just that.

Difference to Other Yanderes: Despite how intimidating Chris can get, on the inside he’s a giant sap that often gets compared to a teddy bear more than the fierce grizzly bear the stuffed animal is based off of. He has a lot of powerful connections which also means he’ll be able to provide more than most partners. Ever been to the Grand Canyon? Sure, why not head there first thing Monday? And then right after that how about a trip to the Himalayas for the sake of going there? He’s so used to using these connections for the sake of humanity so it’s a nice change of pace to use them to prevent non-world ending threats from coming into fruition.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil x reader #yandere chris redfield #yandere chris redfield x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unexpected 21

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another surprise awaits you at the house. One which seems almost as perplexing to Lloyd. He greets you and Dottie as you walk in, the soft plucking of harp music wafting in from the dimmed space of the front room. Confused, you stare at the warm amber hue.

“Ma, what’s going on? Why are there hippies in my house?” Lloyd demands.

“Hippies, they are professionals, Marion,” she retorts, “don’t you worry, they’re not here for you.” She turns and tugs on the black bag in your hand, “here, honey, make yourself useful and put these away.”

Before you can react, she frees the bag and shoves it against her son’s chest. He frowns and peeks through the open top.

“Huh, what is all this?”

“Where is your father?” Dottie ignores him, “don’t tell me you’ve chased him off already.”

“What? No, he’s upstairs. We were working on… moving my office,” he says the last words begrudgingly.

“Don’t let him do all the heavy lifting, hon,” she reaches to pat Lloyd’s cheek, “now, we’ve had a long day.”

She turns and takes you by the hand. She drags you across the entryway and you peer into the front room. The couch is shoved to the side, the coffee table too. Two women wait for you, one with greying black hair drawn into a top bun, and the other with soft dirty blond waves.

“Eh, sweets, sorry to keep you waiting,” Dottie stampedes ahead of you, “ I’m Dot, this is my daughter,” she says, “thank you very much for comin’ short notice.” She shakes the blonde’s hand, “you must me Lila and you… Gail?”

“Dot,” Gail answers, “that’d be us.”

“Wonderful,” she sighs and rolls her shoulders, “this one’s expectin’ so you’ll have to take it easy on her.”

“Um, Dot, what is…” you slowly meander up behind her. Your voice fizzles as you take in the massage tables in the flicker of a dozen candles, “this?”

“Of course, Lila is trained in maternity massage,” Gail explains, “first, we’ll let you get ready. There are robes,” she gestures to a stack of linen on the couch cushion, “slippers, all that. Did we want to start with the massages or the facials?”

“Hmm, what do you think, sweetie?” Dottie glances back at you, “how are your hips, poor thing?”

“I… whatever works.”

“Great, facials first,” she chimes as she claps her hands, “typically, I find that’s the grande finale.”

You nearly snort at the joke, Lila and Gail grinning and holding back laughter. “We’ll be back shortly while you get settled,” Gail says gently and leads the other woman out.

“You did all this?” You ask as you’re left alone. Dottie wastes no time stripping her coat and shirt off. She wears a bright pink bra with a bow between her bulging cleavage, a surprising garment for her age.

“You need it, hon, you deserve to be pampered,” she smiles as she takes one of the robes, tossing it towards you, “now don’t you drag your feet, we already keep these ladies waitin’.”

💎

You feel fresher already. Your face is soft and tingly, glowing from the relaxing facial of tea tree oil and mud. The scent is calming as it lingers on the skin, mingling with the jasmine scent of the oils being rubbed into your skin.

You hold your breath as you lay on your side, Lila working at the knots between your shoulders. It feels amazing. She’s finding pools of tension you never knew existed. You shudder out through your nose as Dottie moans consistently.

“You can’t make noise,” the masseuse advises, “no point holding it in.”

“Sorry, I… habit,” you grunt through your teeth as she pushes against a tender spot, “oh that is so good.”

“When’s the last time you had a massage?” Lila asks.

“Hm, oh, uh, never,” you answer before your voice dips into a low drone, “god.”

“Ah, I see,” she continues her diligent work, “you carry stress along in your hips. Did you think of a pregnancy belt? It’ll ease the strain.”

“I think–” you suck in air, “I think we grabbed one.”

“That’s great, so, how far along are you?” She keeps a soothing tone as you nearly whine at her magical fingers.

“Four months, just over,” you answer as you rest your hand on your stomach.

“Almost halfway,” she says as she wiggles her knuckles down your side, “that’s exciting.”

“Um, it’s definitely… a lot,” you struggle to speak as your eyes roll back, “oh, god!”

You’re embarrassed by the sudden cry and cover your mouth. Lila doesn’t say anything as Dottie speaks through the headrest of her table, “let it out, hon. Let Marion hear it all.”

“Dot,” you giggle and sigh, “don’t.”

“Get this,” she begins, “my son, as I hate to even call him that right now, locked this poor thing out. Then leaves her overnight in the hospital, alone. Her and the babe.”

Gail gasps, “really? That’s awful.”

“Mm, really,” she growls, “it’s why I’m all locked up, ya see? Cause that ain’t how I brought him up.”

“Sons,” Gail tuts, “they don’t know anything except how to make us worry.”

“Got that right,” Dottie huffs, “but we’re not thinking of that. It’s girls’ day.”

💎

The day ends with a manicure and pedicure. Again, a new experience but a soothing one. You feel cleaner, you feel fresher, and admittedly, a bit younger. Lighter overall as you float on a cloud.

Gail and Lila leave you with a generous gratuity from Dottie, at her son’s expense of course. You’re so zenned out, you could fall asleep where you are. You sit with your head tilted back against the couch as Dottie hums and drifts around.

“Mmm, there’s only one thing I need to cap this day off,” she runs her hands down the front of her robe, “I just hope Harlan ain’t too tired–”

You chuckle and shake your head at her. You’re getting used to her little dirty quips. Compared to Lloyd, they’re cute. It’s almost admirable to see a woman her age so brazen, so fearless.

“Uh huh, well, I think I’m spending another night down here,” you pull a pillow over and put it under your elbow.

“And undo all that hard work? No, honey, you’re carryin’ my grandchild, you ain’t sleepin’ on the couch,” she bounces over to you and grabs your arm, “come on, let’s get you all tucked in.”

“Dot, really–”

“No, you make Marion sleep on the floor, I don’t care no way,” she insists hotly.

You stand as you relent to her indomitable concern. She has a certain way of making her kindness a bit scary. The pang in your lower back is missing, an unusual looseness to your body.

“You got your toys,” she says as she guides you through the doorway, “you can have a bit of fun yourself.”

“I think I’m just gonna sleep,” you assure her with a yawn, “really. Dottie, this was so nice.”

“Shoulda been done sooner. My dang son shoulda thought of it. You know he’s getting his nails done, gettin’ his pamperin’, and he can’t be arsed to look after his own wife. God, he makes me so mad, much as I love him.”

“That’s… Lloyd,” you say.

“Oh, the boy, how lucky he is to have you and he can’t even see it,” she sneers as you slowly ascend, “I ain’t the spankin’ type but maybe I shoulda given him a few.”

“Dot, please, we’ll figure it out. I don’t want you worrying about all that.”

“Someone’s gotta worry about you, darlin’,” she chides as you get to the top of the staircase, “I see it. No one’s ever looked after ya the way you deserve. You take it all on yourself and you got a baby comin’, that’s not something you can do alone.”

“I… I know,” you confess, your tacit worries slowly rising to the surface, “but it’ll be… okay. I can do it.”

“You both can,” she faces you, “be mad at him. Let him have it, but move on. Talk it out. Figure it out for the baby, okay?” She touches your cheek gently, “I’m off to find my lovebug, you go on and lay your bones down.”

She turns and waddles away. You watch her go and head in the opposite direction. You pause at the door of the master bedroom and listen. You enter slowly and find it empty. Thank god.

You go to the bed and lower yourself across it with a sigh. As you recline, the curtain of fatigue closes around you, weighing on your limbs and chest heavily. You yawn again and rub your eyes.

You won’t let Lloyd ruin it. For once, you’re not in pain and you don’t need the thorn of his existence in your side. You’ll take a night of oblivion and deal with the rest in the morning.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #unexpected #the gray man #series

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC who has periods

Julian

He's a doctor, he knows what's going on, bodily functions and fluids don't faze him

He is deeply in love with you and cannot stand seeing you in any kind of pain

He is swinging wildly between those two states for the duration of your cycle

Oh, some blood got on the sheets? No worries, he's an expert at cleaning this stuff up. You go lie down and relax

You've got cramps? They're bad enough to cause you pain? He's down on his knees begging for it be him instead

His little performance made you laugh? Laughing is so good for this! He'll get you some painkillers and that'll make it even better

You're crying because you're hormonal and out of chocolate? He's booting a screeching Malak out the window to request chocolates from Portia and turning the house upside down in his mad search for anything with cocoa in it

About halfway through you'll get fed up enough to kick him out of the house

He'll show up at Mazelinka's looking like a kicked puppy and she'll send him back with a jar of apology soup, which works better than any medicine

Asra

They love you and will do anything and everything to help

You want cuddles? He'll cancel any plans for the rest of the day

Need chocolate? They've got three different kinds stocked

Mood swings? He's got pranks for when you want to laugh, handkerchiefs for when you want to cry, and several trinkets he pilfered off of Lucio for when you're angry and want to destroy something

The inevitable mess? They've got a brilliant spell to snap that clean and all kinds of peculiar bath products to try out

Cramps? The stove salamander has been trained to act as the perfect heating pad, Asra's got pain remedies from every place he's visited, and he's a fantastic masseuse

Faust is also happy to wrap herself around your torso for added squeezes

One time he found a pain transferring spell and decided to try it when you were at your very worst

They ended up cry-laughing on the floor, happy with how well it worked, shocked at how much pain they were suddenly experiencing, and totally fascinated with a sensation they had never encountered before

He was willing to try it again, but you refused because 1) you have way more practice handling it than he does and you don't like seeing him in pain, 2) he's so intrigued with how unique the sensation is he keeps losing focus and breaking the spell, and 3) you wouldn't be able to pamper him as well as he pampers you

Nadia

If she isn't the type to experience difficult periods, she grew up with multiple sisters. She knows what she's doing

If she could take time off to look after you she would, but she's the Countess and Vesuvia won't run itself

She will definitely give you time off for it though, as her court magician you need your rest

Every resource you could want is at your beck and call

Palace doctor on standby for pain medication, and to monitor the general health of your cycle

Private bath is available at all hours

Masseuse scheduled for daily therapy

Carefully planned diet to satisfy your cravings and meet your nutritional needs

The only problem is that she's the best person to be around when you're moody, and she's not always available to take a quick break and love you through it

After she came to check on you at the end of the day and found you in tears because you missed her she felt like the worst partner ever

Now she wraps up a body pillow in her softest nightgown for you to snuggle and makes sure it has her perfume on it

Chandra stays perched on the windowsill to relay any status changes to her

She schedules breaks to check in on you

She's also become a master at predicting your cycle patterns to make sure there's nothing big planned

Muriel

Let's be honest here, he was living in the woods full time by the time he was a teen and his only break was spent in the Coliseum

It's possible Asra sat him down and gave him the talk at some point, but you're probably the first person he knows who actually experiences this

He's uncannily tuned in to your emotions though, and he knows what pain looks like better than anyone else

You'll have to explain it to him as much as you're comfortable with, but the way he sees it, you're a noble soul experiencing physical discomfort that you can't control and he loves you very much

He won't mind if there's any mess, he lives in the wild and knows how to clean

The mood swings surprised him a bit, but he likes seeing you on the expressive side

He also appreciates the chance to support you emotionally when it's normally the other way around

The cramps are what make the most sense to him, because again, he knows what physical pain is like better than anyone and this is familiar

He doesn't like seeing you in pain though, and is very attentive to keeping you comfortable

The worst for him is when you get cravings and he doesn't have it stocked

The first time this happened he was too panicked to attempt a trip into town so he sent Innana to Asra with an SOS note

They were very happy to help and shared some helpful tips as well, which Muriel deeply appreciated

Portia

You two are synced and neither of you have easy cycles

The first time was a disaster. Both of you tried to power through it, neither of you were prepared, and the resulting clash sent her sulking to Mazelinka and you isolating in the shop

You were able to talk it out and now you make a monthly holiday of it

You spend the week beforehand stocking up and getting your tasks organized to have the lightest workload possible for the week

You make a game of finding the craziest pain relief or period product you can find and rating it together

Cramp cuddles

You eat so much food in bed there are crumbs everywhere but you're going to have to change the sheets a few times anyway with the blood business going on

You both have a wicked sense of humor, so the mood swings stay manageable as long as one of you is able to crack a joke about it

Pepi lies on your stomachs so she can knead and purr on them

All of your male friends know to stay far, far away from the premises

If they absolutely have to drop by it's with an armload of offerings (mostly chocolate, pain killers, and hot water bottles)

Lucio

Oh dear

He loves you, he really does, but everything about periods down to the concept of them freaks him out

Dude has mommy issues, what can I say

Seriously though, he'll do his best to make you feel loved and supported and provided for so he doesn't have to engage too much

The blood freaks him out the least (mercenary) so he'll spring for a chance to take your sheets or soiled clothing since it removes him from the vicinity while still being helpful

He will also be more than happy to run errands for any and all of your cravings

He's terrified of your mood swings, not because he's scared of you hurting him, but because he can't predict your emotional state and that stresses him out

He also doesn't like seeing you in pain, but he's familiar enough with it to not get scared off by it

He'll bring you all the remedies that used to work for him. Some of them (like the hot water bottle) really help, and some of them don't (like the overripe smoked garlic he tried to hang around your neck)

He has successfully figured out how to comfort you though, and that's what gets you through it

He remembers how well you slept in the labyrinth when he was keeping watch for you

Now, whenever it gets really bad, he'll rest your head on his shoulder and plant his sword in front of the two of you, because at least he knows how to keep you safe

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #muriel of the kokhuri #arcana shitposting #the arcana game

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Hangman unexpectedly plays matchmaker when he offers the group a way to deal with the after effects of their training, which causes Bob to meet the one for him.

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Meet-Cute, Simp Bob, bob fucks, Massage, First Dates

Song Recommendation: Fly As Me by Silk Sonic

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

So after a period of gruelling training weeks then some of the recruits going on the actual mission, all of the graduates of Top Gun were sore and exhausted.

Jake had taken it upon himself to tell the rest of his crew about his most recent method of relieving some of his pain, and yes, they were lucky he'd moved on from talking about his sex life in very graphic detail. "Yeah, super hot woman with magic hands. Look I've got free range of movement," he boasted to his companions at dinner that night as his buddies desperately listened in the hope he actually had some decent advice.

Fuck. He did look like he wasn't in pain anymore and finally could lift his arm without wincing because the ache in his shoulder was so bad. For once, maybe Hangman had a point.

"Where is this magic masseuse then?" Bradley asked, shoving a forkful of food into his face and hanging on Hangman's every word (like usual).

With a very dramatic flourish, Jake pulled her card out of his wallet and hovered it in front of Rooster, quickly snatching it away when Bradley tried to grab it. He wasn't going to willingly give away information. "What do I get in return? I give you her name, and what? I'm supposed to do it out of the goodness of my heart?"

Natasha exclaimed, "Come on, dude. Just hand it over."

"Bullshit! This is some hot information in my hands right now. Start bribes in 5, 4, 3-"

"I'll pay for your meal tonight!"

"Gotta do better than that, Coyote."

"I'll give you my sister's number like you asked."

"Getting warmer, Payback."

More and more offers were thrown out by each of his teammates until the only ones left were Bob and Rooster. Rooster raised his eyebrow as if to ask, 'Really?' but Jake ignored him. His plan had worked and he would be damned if he gave up this information.

"How about..." Rooster thought aloud and Jake grinned, feeling triumphant. He had them, he knew he had him. "You go fuck yourself." Guess Rooster wasn't budging. Good for him.

"Suit yourself, Bradshaw." Clutching his card against his chest like a precious treasure, Hangman turned towards Bob and urged, "What about you, Floyd?"

Bob thought about it. "I have an embarrassing photo of Rooster that I think you'll love."

"Dude!"

"Sorry, Brad. My neck is killing me."

Now, while that might not have been the most lucrative option he'd been given tonight, it was his favourite. Any chance to humiliate their gracious leader was incredibly entertaining to Jake. "Throw in dinner and it's yours."

"Done."

The card was handed over and as the generous guy he was, Bob took a picture of it and sent it into the group chat so everyone could know. It wasn't fair to hog the masseuse's details, especially since he'd thrown Bradley under the bus to get it.

Then, he sneakily sent Jake the photo in question. Drunk, only clad in his underwear and sat crying in the bath, Bradley's face was all scrunched up and had some kind of sauce down his chin as Natasha sat beside him giving the camera an amused thumbs up. He'd finished the last of the chicken nuggets and wasn't very happy about it. It was a great bargaining chip.

One by one, each pilot arrived at Y/N's door. All with aches and grumbles, which were mostly eased by the time they left. Just as Y/N was about to leave for her lunch break, another showed up. "Sorry, ma'am, am I too late?"

Y/N whipped around and took one look at Bob, unlocking the door to gesture that he could go inside. "A little, but I'm happy to help any way I can. Come on in."

Nervously, the WSO shuffled into the room and closed the door behind him, before looking up at Y/N who was watching him carefully. "Is this your first time?" she asked and he nodded, "I can explain everything when we get to it so you're not confused at any point. Let me just find the little form you have to fill out and we'll get to it. Does that sound good?"

He nodded again, his cheeks flushed slightly and Y/N couldn't stop herself from smiling as she walked back around the counter where she kept her forms, finding a new one in her top drawer that would do the trick. Grabbing pen and paper she returned, sliding them across the wooden surface towards him and pointing out the necessary bits that he needed to fill out.

"I'm guessing you're here for aches and pains like the rest of my clients today? Did you guys just get back from a mission?"

"Yes ma'am, to, uh, to both of your questions."

She chuckled softly at his awkwardness, finding it incredibly cute, and said, "Forms all done, we can go into the other room now. Is that okay - " she looked down at his form and tried to read his scribbled writing. " - Robert?"

"Most call me Bob, ma'am." He smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head in amusement as she led him to the massage room, going over what areas she should focus on as they walked.

Something about him was just so endearing to her; all nervous smiles, currently hunched shoulders, big eyes and perfect hair and... oh yeah, she hadn't even mentioned his face yet - so boyish and cute with stubble and those long lashes and his soft looking lips and.... okay, enough of that. She was smitten with him. Already.

"I'm Y/N by the way, just so you don't have to keep calling me ma'am. Feel free to relax." Bob relaxed slightly at that but soon tensed up again as she informed him, "So, what happens is that I'll give you some privacy to dress down to your comfort level and lie down then we can start the massage, okay?"

"All of my clothes?" he asked nervously, and Y/N almost felt bad. He looked so uncomfortable at the thought of being naked in front of a pretty girl.

Well, at least he was a modest gentleman; unlike the first guy she'd dealt with. Jake Seresin, she was sure his name was. That guy started stripping before she'd even exited the room.

"You can leave as much on as you want. Don't worry too much, you'll be covered by a towel for most of it," she said as she handed him a towel, left the room and waited enough time for him to change. Bob really was too polite for his own good, she thought to herself fondly.

When she knocked and returned, he was awkwardly sitting on the edge of the table, clutching the towel tight around him, clearly trying to hide the fact that he was just in his boxers. His eyes wandered around, noting the large assortment of bottles of lotion and oils on her shelves, and eventually settled onto her. "Shall we do some breathing exercises to help you relax?" she suggested cheerfully, grabbing all of his attention. "That might help a bit."

"Sorry. I'll be fine without them. It's just... just that I can't help but be nervous at the prospect of a beautiful woman touching me." He scrunched his face up when he realised what he'd blurted out. "I didn't mean it like that, ma'am. Like... you know."

His words made Y/N laugh and she placed a comforting hand on his knee, smiling reassuringly at him. "Don't sweat it. If anything, I'm flattered."

Her heart skipped a beat when he smiled shyly at her and she felt her face heat up instantly. He was adorable, so adorable, his smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach, and honestly, she never thought she would feel like that. Like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. But here they both were, their cheeks a light pink shade.

"Right. Ready?" she asked quietly, hoping to break through whatever weird mood she was suddenly stuck in. His eyes shot up at her, meeting hers for barely a second before he quickly averted his gaze.

"Uhm yeah. Yeah, I'm ready."

So, she got to it. After instructing him to lie face down, she began warming up the muscles in his back by rubbing oil onto his back, explaining each step as she did it to ease him further into a relaxed state. The warmth of the oil seemed to work its magic immediately because within minutes Bob's body was soft under her touch and his breath became slow and regular. Her hands danced lightly over every part of him, leaving little sensations in her wake along with every touch.

A tingle travelled down his spine and every single inch of skin that she touched felt like heaven; warm, comfortable, smooth. Her hands slowly moved down from Bob's shoulder blades to the lower slopes of his back, working their way down and over each vertebra, massaging it until it was completely free of knots and he was practically purring in pleasure. It was so easy, so natural, so easy to lose track of time and space and how long they spent there. Hell, he had no idea he fell asleep until she gently shook his shoulder.

"Bob? Hey, Bob."

"Hm?" His eyes blinked open sleepily and looked up at her, his expression puzzled as he glanced around his surroundings. Yep, they were the same. He was not in some dreamland still. He rubbed his face with his hands before stretching his arms above his head.

Wow! No pain! Thank god.

"Sorry I dozed off on you, Y/N."

"No need to apologise. It's a compliment, and besides, I could tell that you needed it." She gave him a lopsided grin and Bob returned one right back, feeling a little lighter than he'd expected. Maybe lighter than he'd ever felt. "I'll give you some time to redress."

And with that, she made her way to the door, not noticing how intently he beamed at her as she walked away from him. It took him a couple of seconds to snap himself out of his daze and he hastily stood up, rushing to put all of his clothes back on, as if him being speedy was somehow going to entice her or something. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling it between his fingers and desperately trying to fiddle each strand in the perfect place and make it presentable again. But to no avail.

Physically, he was better than ever. Yet, mentally and hair-wise, Bob was a mess and that wasn't where he thought the day was going. Being (professionally) felt up by a hot woman? He didn't expect that when he woke up that morning.

After putting his shirt back on, Bob stepped out of the massage room, walking over towards Y/N as soon as he saw her leaning against the wall opposite the treatment room door, playing on her phone as she was waiting for him. She looked up at him with a soft smile as soon she noticed his arrival and he was hit with the strong urge to... he didn't even know what. To wrap her up in a bear hug until the world melted away around him? To kiss her senseless until he could barely remember what it felt like to breathe? To thank her profusely and somehow return the favour? To ask her out on a date?

God, he was hopeless. He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat softly, standing in front of Y/N and staring down at her for several seconds, silently thanking the stars that he hadn't lost his voice due to his embarrassment, and finally asking, "What game are you playing?"

"I'm battling some guy called Sven on general knowledge. Happen to know how many United States Presidents have been assassinated?"

Weirdly, he did know. "Four." She raised an eyebrow so he furthered, "Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, and Kennedy."

Y/N pressed that answer and cheered, "Looks like you paid attention in school," giving him a playful punch on the arm, then apologised and held where her fist had made contact, "Sorry, that wasn't very professional of me. Why don't we finish up so I don't embarrass myself further?"

He chuckled softly to himself at her antics as he followed her back to the reception area, glancing at her occasionally during the walk, enjoying the view of her figure in front of him, the small sway of her hips as she walked, her hair falling down her back in loose strands, her body moving gracefully and effortlessly. Honestly, he couldn't believe this beauty had actually touched his bare skin with those tender, delicate hands. Admittedly, he was just about to pay her for it. It wasn't out of her own willingness, but she hadn't made any remarks or compared him to his more muscly coworkers so that was a win in Bob's book.

Once his payment went through, he thought that would be the last he'd see of her - until his next appointment because of course he made a follow-up slot - yet she grabbed her bag from where she'd placed it down on their way in and followed him out of the parlour, locking the door behind her again.

"Which way are you heading, ma'am?" he asked politely as they walked, keeping pace with her, one hand buried deep in the pocket of his trousers and the other drumming on his thigh.

"Big Oasis down the road does a mean grilled cheese, want to join me?" she offered sweetly, flashing him a dazzling, albeit slightly goofy smile that made his knees weak. His brain went blank and he almost stumbled to a halt, caught up in a sea of emotions.

Was he having a stroke? He seriously doubted it. But, then again, he might've hit his head and this was all his hallucination. Maybe he'd actually died on the mission and this was heaven. Why else would she want to spend more time with him? "Y-yeah, yeah. Would love to," he stammered nervously, trying to push down the nerves building inside him, trying to keep calm and act as normal as possible. She flashed a bright grin and linked arms with him, dragging him along happily as they headed towards the cafe nearby.

They talked and talked, about everything and nothing, and Bob found himself forgetting his discomfort and worry entirely, his anxiety easing up every time he saw Y/N laughing, talking, listening intently as he spoke and smiled, her eyes twinkling brightly while he told her all about his life. "So what's a WSO exactly?" She inquired as she sipped on her coffee as she rested her chin on her folded hand, watching him closely, the corners of her lips curved upwards.

"Basically, I'm the R2D2 to Phoenix's Luke. Does that make sense?" he explained, gesturing vaguely at the air with his hands.

(Fun fact: R2D2 is actually pretty deadly as he has around 1,000,253 confirmed deaths throughout all Star wars lore. Crazy numbers for such a little guy.)

"Yeah, that's so cool," she exclaimed enthusiastically, excitement shining in her eyes as she leaned forward in her seat, leaning in closer to Bob as though she couldn't help herself. He found himself leaning forward too, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his intertwined hands as his eyes never left hers, the two of them both captivated by the conversation they were having.

Before either of them could start speaking again, the waiter arrived with their grilled cheeses, setting it down in front of them. They thanked him politely then both of them grabbed the sandwiches to take a bite out of. A moan escaped Bob's mouth and he immediately covered it with his hand, cursing himself internally when he realised how embarrassing that probably sounded.

"It's so good, right?" Y/N said excitedly between bites and Bob nodded. He was thankful she hadn't mentioned his very audible sound, and he knew if she had mentioned it, he might have ended up blushing so hard that the redness could've reached the tip of his ears. Or the tips of his nose. Probably both.

"Soooo good," he repeated and took another bite. Y/N laughed lightly at the look of bliss on his face, clearly delighted to hear that he liked it. And honestly, who wouldn't enjoy a good grilled cheese?

The pair ate and continued their conversation, discussing movies, sports, anything really, until Y/N glanced down at her watch and exclaimed, "Shit. Mrs Pilton is booked for quarter to and she might murder me if I'm late." She quickly tossed enough money on the table for both of their meals, grabbed her bag and got to her feet.

Bob couldn't help but think, 'It's over? Already?' But his mind quickly went blank as she apologised profusely and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before she hurried off. It was a simple kiss. Quick. Chaste. He had barely registered that someone had kissed him but he was glad that the sensation had lingered for just a few seconds, making his cheeks tingle and his heart race. He was pretty sure he looked like a total idiot now, unable to stop smiling, giddy from her touch, the memory of her lips still imprinted on his skin.

"See you again, Bob!" She called over her shoulder as she jogged away, leaving Bob staring after her with a big goofy smile plastered across his face. He watched as she disappeared round the corner and when the sight of Y/N vanished from view he breathed in heavily.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he spent the entire rest of his day thinking about it. He couldn't stop thinking about that girl, thinking about the way she smiled, giggled, blushed, laughed... It wasn't fair! How was he supposed to focus on his job when she constantly popped into his head?!

Luckily, they saw each other a couple of days later. Y/N was using her day off to lounge on the beach, soaking in those sun rays - reapplying the appropriate level of SPF when needed - and watching as the waves crashed onto the sand. And Bob?

Well, the members of Top Gun had made it a weekly thing to go out and play beach American football, a tradition that was loved by all who enjoyed watching buff half-naked men frolic on in the sand. They set up their game right in front of where Y/N set down her towel. Whether they had done that on purpose or not was unknown to her, but nonetheless, she was enjoying the show they were putting on. She was sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, her feet planted firmly on the sand, and her fingers fiddling with the necklace that hung loosely around her neck whilst she observed the match.

Although, she'd have to admit that one of the members had most of her attention. Bob hadn't noticed her presence yet, but he would. He would the moment he ran right in front of her to catch the ball and immediately got distracted, letting it smack him in the face and drop from his hands, landing in the sand at his feet.

"And four-eyes fumbles," Hangman yelled as he threw his arms up in the air in victory and Bob groaned in annoyance, muttering something under his breath as the ball was snatched away from his feet by... he didn't even know who. His feet were involuntarily moving towards her as if drawn to her by an invisible string which connected them and ignored his teammates behind him.

"Nice catch," she teased, resting back on her elbows as she beamed up at him in delight. Her smile was infectious, he thought, and as one tugged at his lips unconsciously too. She laughed a little at his reaction before raising the bottle of water that was lying next to her in an invitation, which he gratefully accepted before sitting down beside her.

"So I see that Mrs Pilton hasn't murdered you."

"I was one minute late and I swear she was just about to whip out a switchblade from her purse," Y/N laughed, shaking her head, and then paused when Bob shifted his body so that his legs were accidentally pressed against hers; he rested his arm on the ground and crossed his ankles as he stared at Y/N, taking in every inch of her beautiful features.

The smile she wore slowly melted his insides, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything but her, and he suddenly felt like an idiot, just gawking at her. But he couldn't help it. He was completely enthralled by her beauty, her intelligence, and, well, the whole package.

"How's your neck doing? That was the main problem area, right?" She inquired curiously as she gazed back at him expectantly, her brows furrowed slightly as she waited for an answer.

"I slept on it funny last night, but other than that, it's perfect."

Before he'd even finished his sentence, she'd shifted to her knees behind him and gently started massaging the muscles of his neck and shoulders, working in slow circles and massages, causing him to lean back and relax. She kept her fingers busy, working at the knots and tendons and muscles as she tried to get rid of any cricks that he may have suffered while sleeping.

"We can't be having my favourite pilot having any discomfort now, can we?" She chirped, continuing to work on his muscles and relaxing him further as his coworkers looked in confusion. So she got closer to his ear and whispered, "Don't tell them that."

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head amusedly at her comment. "Wouldn't dream of it," he assured her, closing his eyes as she continued, his body practically melting beneath her ministrations.

"Would you look at that, Floyd managed to swindle himself a free massage," Hangman exclaimed as he pointed to the pair of them sitting on the sand with wide smiles on their faces, the two of them looking absolutely adorable together.

"You're just annoyed that - what did you call her? - oh yeah, the 'super hot woman with magic hands' has the hots for Bob and not you," Rooster argued back, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Total bull, dude."

Hangman waved him off dismissively and turned back towards the team, getting back into play and catching the ball almost immediately. Rooster gave Bob a reassuring thumbs up and also decided to join in with the football.

"That blonde one, Jake I think his name is, he was very... confident when he came in," Y/N commented, trying to find a polite way of saying he was very forward when he'd come for his massage.

"Yeah, that's Hangman for you." Y/N chuckled quietly and shook her head in amusement at the boys before turning back towards Bob. Something flashed passed his face as he heard her laugh before he forced himself to return to his usual neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed him as he sadly offered, "I could give you his number if that's what you want or give your number to him, if you prefer it that way."

Y/N froze and quickly shook her head vigorously. "No, no. Not my type of guy." Her voice became serious and she met his gaze straight on, determination written on her features. "I would prefer to give you my number."

"Really?" His voice was slightly husky, and his eyes were searching hers for any sign of hesitation, any indication that she was just humouring him and that this was a joke. But Y/N nodded, giving him a warm smile in response.

"Really."

His lips twitched upwards as a grin began to stretch his cheeks, spreading throughout his whole face and he exclaimed, "I'll be right back," before leaping to his feet and rushing over to where he'd left his bag. He was back to her as fast as he could and handed his phone over without missing a beat. And just like that, he had her number now.

There was one more step that he wanted to do and now he knew she was at least mildly interested in him, he dared to ask, "Have you been to the new diner on the corner of Magnolia?"

"I've been meaning to. Haven't got around to it yet."

Bob grinned. "Let me pick you up at six if you're free..." He trailed off and bit his lip nervously, hoping the hint of hope in his tone went unnoticed by the girl.

"Are you asking me on a date, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am."

His eyes travelled down to her lips for a split second before snapping them up again as soon as he realised what he was doing and he cleared his throat, scratching at the nape of his neck awkwardly. The smile on her face didn't falter one bit. In fact, it only grew wider, almost blinding him with its brightness and she replied, "Only if you stop calling me ma'am."

"Would you like to get dinner with me later, Y/N?"

"I'd love to, Bob."

He let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he did so. That hadn't gone nearly as badly as he had expected it to. Maybe it would end up being okay. Maybe. Hopefully. Just maybe.

"Good. Good. Great," he muttered under his breath, trying to convince himself that his luck was finally turning up, that this time things would go his way instead of the usual way his dates would: in complete failure.

Bob had no idea why his romantic ventures didn't go to plan. He didn't attempt dating often, although he tried his hardest to be a gentleman on each one, yet for some reason, the women he pursued often limited them to just the one date. Maybe he was too shy, too awkward, or perhaps too timid for them, he thought. After all, girls were usually attracted to a certain level of personality and self-esteem. And he wasn't quite sure how he measured when it came to that.

She finished with his neck with a satisfied, "There we go!" and returned to her previous seat beside him, playfully bumping their shoulders together and laughing when he repeated the action in retaliation.

Eventually, Bob returned to the game with enough pep in his step that he whipped his shirt off and threw it at her face before returning to the game just in time to catch the ball before it hit the ground. It had become increasingly harder to contain his smirk as she cheered him on enthusiastically, her eyes glimmering with delight as she clearly checked him out more than a few times.

Time passed quickly. Admittedly, it felt slower as Phoenix demanded that Bob give her a full run down. Why hadn't he told her about the pair of them? She could've put in a good word and set up a date much sooner as Natasha had gone to Y/N's parlour the day after Bob. Hell, he could've had less time twiddling his thumbs and not interacting with Y/N.

Still, before he knew it, Bob was driving to Y/N's apartment. He'd only realised ten minutes before he planned to leave that he'd offered to pick her up, and therefore, needed to know where she lived. But that was okay, he sent her a quick message.

Unknown: Forgot to ask, where do you live?

Shit. He had her number. She didn't have his.

Unknown: This is Bob by the way.

Bob: Not some creep that is asking for your location.

Bob: Sorry if that worried you.

Y/N glanced down at her phone, one hand applying her lipstick, the other reaching to type back to him her correct address with a winky face added on the end.

Surprisingly (to Bob), the date went amazingly. They'd spent several hours talking, drinking and eating, mostly talking though. After a couple of drinks, he'd found himself opening up to her quite easily and sharing with her about his personal life, which had surprised him. He rarely ever shared such personal details with anyone.

Yet, somehow the words seemed to flow easily from him. As if they had always belonged there somewhere inside of him, waiting for someone to pluck them from the depths of his mind and bring them out to the light of day for once. Y/N listened, never pushing him to say anything he wasn't ready to share and simply sat and listened, taking mental notes as he spoke. She sat with her head firmly resting on the palm of her hand, gazing dreamily at him, making him blush slightly every time his eyes met hers.

"Sorry, excuse me." Bob halted what he was saying as one of the waitresses had come up to them. "We're closing in ten minutes. Just to let you know."

"Holy shit, it feels as if we just got here," Y/N stated as she took a look around the restaurant. Yeah, it was mostly empty and she could see how dark it was outside. So they paid and made their way outside.

The street lamps cast a glow over the sidewalk and the buildings surrounding them, bathing everything in warm orange light. A soft breeze blew past them sending the wind against their bodies causing an involuntary shiver to go through Y/N's body, which was immediately noticed by her date who reached out and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

It was almost like something out of a movie. A perfect rom-com moment. A spark of excitement ignited inside her chest. She might have a little trouble believing in clichés if it wasn't for the man standing next to her, and like a true gentleman, he leaned down slightly, his head almost resting atop of hers as he whispered, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

In fact, it was better than okay. When they reached her front door and finally disconnected, his warmth was sorely missed. She stood on the porch in silence with him, both unsure exactly what to say next. Finally, unable to take it anymore, she asked, "Would you like to come inside?" and he politely declined, coming up with some half-baked excuse about early training in the morning.

Then he did the exact same thing on their next date. And the one after that. And the one after that. On their fifth date, she didn't ask. When they got out of his car to walk to her front door, she nonchalantly inquired, "Can I take a look at your keys?" and hurried inside when they were in her possession. He had to follow her in.

There was no way he could resist her sweet voice that beckoned him towards her and he followed obediently, a goofy grin on his face as she teasingly waved his car keys at him from the middle of her living room. "Is the inside of my house as big and scary as you thought?" she teased, wrapping one arm around his shoulder and the other slyly stuffing his keys in his back pocket before it joined the other.

Instead of verbally responding, he cradled her cheeks and gently pulled her into a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of passion he possessed into it. There was nothing tentative or careful about the way he kissed her, no hesitation at all as his tongue slipped between her lips and tasted her sweetness for the very first time.

They'd shared quick pecks and cheek kisses before but nothing like this. Never like this. No doubts about his feelings, no doubts about what he wanted. There was just pure, unbridled lust and desire flowing through him like a raging river.

Her hands slowly trailed down his back, her nails dragging softly across the material, making him shudder involuntarily. She broke away from him, gasping softly at the feeling of him pressing her against a wall, one hand resting on her hip and the other on the side of her head.

"Are you sure?" she questioned, biting her lip anxiously as she looked up at him. "I gave you back your keys if you want to leave."

A slow, lazy grin spread across his lips. "If I want to leave? Oh Y/N, darlin, I couldn't even if I tried." His gaze fell upon her swollen lips, then to her cleavage, then to her waist, then to her eyes, before finally settling upon her lips again, his eyes darting back up to meet hers for a brief second as if asking permission to continue. "You know I wouldn't dream of leaving you tonight. You're stuck with me for now."

He pulled her flush against his body, letting their bodies fit perfectly together, his hands resting protectively on her hips, their lips barely touching. Their noses bumped into each other occasionally, neither wanting to break the connection. Y/N let out a small, amused chuckle. She loved it when Bob acted so confident and bold, so completely unlike the reserved guy she usually dealt with. "I like this side of you, Lieutenant," she confessed, placing her delicate lips along his jawline, kissing him softly as his breathing sped up. Her fingers played with the bottom hem of his shirt while she continued whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

His fingers were tangled in her hair now, tugging lightly at it, urging her to keep doing whatever she was doing. She complied, smiling as she began to feel him firmly pressed against her stomach through her dress. His hand travelled to her waist, caressing the curve of it, her breasts pressed closely against him.

"Oh god, Y/N," he groaned as the sensation grew and multiplied. He wanted to touch her everywhere, to feel her skin, but restrained himself in fear of being too forceful and ruining the moment before it began. It felt almost like he was holding his breath. Every part of his body was screaming for him to push her down onto the sofa and ravish her right then and there, but the rational side of him was trying to make him stop. But the rational side was overruled, and his desire to be with her increased tenfold.

"You okay, Bobby?" she queried tentatively as she pulled away from him just enough to allow her to peer into his eyes. Even in the dim lighting of her flat, he could see the concern etched in the lines of her face, evident even as they remained locked together in a tender gaze. "Do you want to go slower?"

Slowly? How could he explain, in mere words, all the emotions coursing through him at that moment? The sheer desire that filled every cell in his being and caused his blood to race at the slightest contact with hers? All the love that was building up inside of him, threatening to burst? The way she was so intimidatingly sexy to him. No words would or could suffice. The way his whole body was humming with need was far more eloquent than words ever could express.

But, he tried. "You're way too beautiful and I'm preoccupied with, uh, 'not performing', if you catch my drift," he admitted with a slight chuckle. "The sight of you makes my brain short circuit and in the past, it's been known to not...work."

Y/N was taken aback for a second and then she laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. "Well, you don't seem to have that problem tonight," she pointed out as she looked down at his crotch, which clearly showed that his doubts were unfounded tonight. He hadn't even realised. It was true, any notion of not being able to get it up was thrown out the window.

"Oh, fuck."

Never before had Y/N thought someone cursing could be so hot to her ears. She couldn't help the giggle that came bursting from her throat, nor could she help the grin stretching across her lips when his head shot up, staring in wonderment as his pupils dilated and a rosy tinge appeared on his cheeks. "You're so hot, I swear. It's unbelievable," she muttered as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and yanked his hips towards her face, searching his eyes for confirmation that he wanted her to continue.

With no hesitation, he nodded and she unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers off slowly and running her fingers along the noticeable bulge in his underwear. "Would've done this after our first date" she said, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on his clothed cock which elicited a low growl of pleasure from his throat.

"What do you want, Lieutenant?" she breathed out heavily as her lips brushed against his member causing him to shiver. She pulled away slowly to give him a seductive smile as she gazed into his intense eyes that seemed as though they were going to devour her whole. "Tell me what you want."

Without another word spoken by either of them, gently pushed her backwards until she was settled on her elbows, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside before he got to his knees between her thighs. Slowly but surely, he trailed his hands up her legs, bunching the fabric of her dress around his wrists as they travelled higher and higher, exposing more and more of her skin. Yet, she took his chin between her fingers and tilted his head to look at her as she declared, "I said tell me, not show me," taking her hand away as she waited for his response.

"I want to feel you, to taste you. I just want you. Need you. All of you." He punctuated each sentence with a peck to her thigh, getting closer to where she needed him most. "I don't need any warming up it seems."

That was a better answer than she'd ever imagined hearing, because it proved to her that he did, indeed, want her as much as she wanted him. And she was willing to give him anything he desired.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Lieutenant."

"You have no idea what you do to me when you call me that," he groaned, reaching for her panties and slowly pushing them down her legs before throwing them carelessly aside.

Both hands gripping tightly onto her hips, he guided her legs further apart and pressed his lips into the crevice of her thighs, kissing and licking along the sensitive flesh before teasing her clit with his tongue. "Fuck darlin," he gasped as his warm breath hitched in his throat, unable to tear his lips away from her. "Somehow you taste better than you look."

It didn't take long for Y/N to find herself moaning uncontrollably underneath him as his mouth sucked and licked along her core. Every inch of her was aching for more, craving to feel more of him inside of her. She moaned louder as his thumb gently stroked her clit while his tongue circled her entrance, causing her to arch her back and bite her lip to stifle her cries. As she writhed beneath his ministrations, Bob knew he would never tire of watching her squirm because of him. He felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness well up inside of him, and as his tongue continued to explore her core with deep, thorough strokes, it only added fuel to the fire burning behind his eyes, consuming his every thought.

She felt like the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on and he was determined to worship every inch of her body and make her feel absolutely amazing. He pulled away momentarily to catch a better glimpse at how dishevelled she'd become, a bright blush coating her cheeks as she panted heavily above him. Her hair was a mess and sweat lined her brow, her dress straps having fallen loosely down her biceps as one leg hung over his shoulder. "God," he breathed out as he stared at her, feeling as though his entire world stopped as his gaze lingered on every imperfection and freckle decorating her skin.

"Having fun, Bobby?" she teased as she brushed some of her wetness from his bottom lip with her thumb. His breathing became laboured immediately as his arousal grew impossibly larger.

And it somehow increased even more when she quickly whipped her dress off and backed herself further on the bed, turning to hook her finger under his chin to beckon him towards her, which he did as if he had no will of his own, his body instinctively following along and looming over hers. Her palms slid down his chest and stomach, her nails scraping gently against his toned stomach muscles, flirting with a low, "You're a total dreamboat, Lieutenant."

Arousal pulsing hotly throughout his body, he down to trail kisses up her stomach to reach the juncture of her neck, his movements became less gentle and instead more desperate, leaving marks that would hopefully remain forever.

When she arched her back, he took the opportunity to find the clasp of her bra and unhook it, allowing the garment to fall to the floor and revealing her breast to him. He inhaled sharply through his nose, his heart pounding loudly against his ribcage as he ran his thumb gently across her nipple, his mouth watering as it hardened under his touch.

"So perfect," he whispered huskily to himself as he captured her breasts in his grasp, sucking greedily on one and squeezing the other in his hand as his erection throbbed painfully against her belly, reminding him that he needed to finish what he had started. "Do you have condoms?"

"I'm on the pill."

Oh. He knew what that implied.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he groaned hoarsely as he had to free himself of his underwear to reach around her waist, trying to pull her against his hardening shaft, eager to enter her as soon as possible, only stopping when he heard her chuckle. In a hurt, almost shy, voice, he inquired, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's weird to hear you swear."

Thank god she wasn't laughing at what he thought she was laughing at. He'd never get over that.

"I'm a grown man. I swear all the time," he replied defensively, although there was no real animosity in his tone.

Teasingly, she retorted, "Sure thing, baby."

Despite what people might think, Bob had quite the pottymouth. Especially in the heat of passion, which was something Y/N would find out firsthand when he entered her. His lips suddenly found their way to her neck as he slowly pushed his cock into her once again, groaning at the contact, "Holy shit. Fuck. Such a tight cunt."

"Such a dirty mouth, Robert," she remarked dryly, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his brown locks. He grunted softly, tightening his grip around her waist as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and he moved his hips in slow, calculated motions, causing small gasps and sighs to escape from Y/N's lips.

Seemingly having found the correct angle that he wanted when he heard her let out an involuntarily loud moan, he reared back and pulled her legs up so they were resting on his shoulders as he began to thrust deep and hard in the exact spot he'd just found that drove her wild. He held his rhythm as his eyes fell shut, revelling in every sound she was making; her whimpers, her moans and her pleasurable groans filling the room and echoing throughout the apartment building.

"Think this pussy was made for me, huh?" he chuckled as he continued to move faster than before as he pumped his hips furiously, his hands travelling down between her legs to hold one of her inner thighs while keeping the other positioned over his shoulder.

After spending countless nights fantasising about touching her, seeing her like this was one of the greatest experiences he could possibly have. It had taken every ounce of strength in his body not to come right then and there.

With a grunt, Bob pulled out and slammed right back into her, causing the both of them to cry out in pleasure. He couldn't help the huge grin on his face, completely overcome with euphoria as he looked at her flushed, panting, naked form lying beneath him. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep her like that.

Feeling the need to kiss her, he let her legs fall and cradled her cheek, pressing their lips together hungrily as he pounded into her, the sensation sending shivers down her spine as she moaned his name against his lips.

"Baby...you are so fucking good," he grunted roughly, pulling back slightly so that he could stare at her in wonderment, which was reflected in her eyes too as she beamed up at him.

Bob had a fresh sheen of sweat covering his entire body, his normally perfect hair was a complete mess and he was fairly certain he had drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Or maybe that was remnants of her. Probably both. Plus, he had a totally fucked out, glazed over look behind his fogged up glasses, which he eventually got sick of and threw on the pile of their mixed up clothes. He was a flushed, beautiful mess.

"You make me feel so good. Generally. Not just when I'm balls deep in you, baby. Like, talking to you, loving the sound of your laugh, your smile, it's all addictive," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together, unable to wipe the goofy grin off his face.

As much as it scared him, he was falling. And he was falling fast.

Y/N wrapped her arms tighter around his broad shoulders and nuzzled the space between his jaw and his ear, planting soft kisses on his jawline as she whispered seductively, "Oh Lieutenant, I'm so close," and clutched at his dishevelled locks.

He groaned, unable to stop himself from digging his fingers into her hips and pumping even harder than before as he bit his lower lip tightly, fighting the urge to explode. He was so close, but he wanted to see her face when she finally lost control, wanted to watch that mesmerising expression when she came undone, wanted to see her beg for him and scream out his name. But the only way he could do that is if she came undone first.

So without further ado, he plunged deep into her once more and let out a guttural whine as she cried out loudly in pure bliss, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath him and her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. She clung onto him for dear life, her nails gripping into his back, the pain igniting a wave of excitement inside him as he could feel her walls clamp tight around him and the intense sensations were too much.

His head lolled forwards as his vision blurred more than usual, and he could barely register anything as he felt himself coming. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he whined her name, and he didn't care if anyone heard or saw him repeating her name over and over again in the middle of the night, he didn't care if he woke up an army of people with his voice because he was crazy for this woman.

It seemed to him as if she owned every single cell of his being. As he finished his release deep within her, he collapsed onto her chest, letting out several heavy breaths, still holding her close. His face was still pressed against the gap between her breast, listening to her heart hammering wildly against her chest with each breath that she took as she ran her fingers through his now tousled hair.

"R2D2 can fuck."

"Shut up, darlin."

She snorted lightly but said nothing else, the pair of them settling into silence as Y/N absentmindedly played with his hair as they lay in the afterglow. After some time had passed, she spoke up timidly.

"Lieutenant."

"Hmmm?" he hummed lazily, not lifting his head as his arms remained firmly locked around her waist. He couldn't bring himself to move. Everything was just too perfect.

"Bet you're glad you didn't give my number to Hangman, huh?"

His eyes shot open as his brain kicked into high gear and he lifted his head slightly, raising himself above her to kiss her once again passionately. "Yeah," he said breathlessly between kisses, "I am very glad I didn't."

Next Chapter: Relaxed

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