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katedrakeohd · 4 years

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What Happens in Paris... (Part 3)

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Part One .. Part Two

Rated: Mature 18+ for smut and swearing. // Pairing: Drake × MC // Word count: 3147

Song inspiration: Quicksand by Annie Bosko

Drake looks down at his lap again, rubbing his hand on his thigh, when he speaks his voice is quiet. "So..he said that he loves you huh?"

I lean my cheek against the back of his shoulder and let out a sigh, "Yes, he did."

"Do you love him back?"

I think about my answer for a moment. "No, I don't."

"Does he know that?"

I grimace when I realize how dishonest I've been with Liam all this time. He's been nothing but sweet and kind to me, and I've basically been leading him on.

"No," I say quietly.

Drake turns to look at me, "Jesus, Darling. Have you been playing both of us?"

"Well…" I admit, biting my lip.

"Holy shit. You're really something else."

Drake gets up from the bed and starts to gather up his clothes. Once he has them bunched up in his arms he angrily tosses them down on the chair.

I watch with dismay as he starts to get dressed, still muttering angrily to himself. "...total waste of time.." he pulls on his boxers, hunts through the pile for his socks. "for fucks sake…" giving up on them and awkwardly stumbles to pull on his jeans.

"Is that how you feel about spending time with me Drake? Am I a total waste of time?" I ask sadly.

Drake sighs, running his hands through his hair and then turning to look at me. "No..I don't know. I don't know how to feel right now."

"Can we talk about this, about us?"

With a dismissive grunt Drake starts gesturing wildly at me while he paces back and forth. "There can be no us, if you're still seeing him. Have you slept with Liam?"

Grabbing the blanket from the bed I cover myself up, having him shout at me while I'm sitting there naked makes me feel self conscious and small. "Earlier in the social season I spent time with Liam. The day of the beach party he took me to the waterfall and we kissed."

Drake barks out a laugh, "Oh yeah, the waterfall. Typical make out spot. Did anything else happen?"

I blush a little, "It got pretty heated, and wet bathing suits don't hide much."

He makes a frown of disgust trying to remove the image of Liam and I with our nearly naked selves being all over eachother. He shudders.

"We spent time together that day too. I can still see you in my mind wearing that white bikini, all wet..and perky."

I smile, "We put sunscreen on eachother."

Drake raises his eyebrow, rubbing his cheek. "And then we washed it all off in the ocean. Thank God the water was cold, having your hands all over me was torture."

I think back to that day and the fun we had. We were just a bunch of friends enjoying barbecue on the beach and playing on the sand and in the surf. I couldn't help but be impressed at how powerful a swimmer Drake was and how good he looked all wet and glistening as he walked out of the ocean.

He's still standing there in just his jeans, arms folded across his chest and looking at me. "So..you spent time with both of us that day. That must have been so much fun for you."

Pushing the blankets aside I get up from the bed and approach him. I gather up my hair, shake it out, and then let it fall back against my shoulders. Drake watches me intently and I can see his lip twitch a bit and then he looks away.

"Yes, it was a fun day at the beach for me. But you haven't asked me about my favorite part of the day."

When I stop in front of him there's a little less tension in his shoulders, but he's still using his crossed arms as a barrier between us, and he's still frowning at me. "I'm afraid to ask."

"Let me give you a hint." I smirk. My eyes travel along the bunched contours of his biceps and forearms as they frame in his bulging pecs from shoulder to shoulder.

When I look back up into his eyes, he still looks at me expectantly, raising his brows. "Well?"

Sliding my hand slowly across his folded arms I walk around him, trailing my way up his arm and then up to his shoulder. He glances back at me as I start massaging his back, pretending to rub in imaginary sunscreen. "Is having my hands on you really torture?"

He drops his arms with a sigh, and I can see the goosebumps rising on the back of his neck. "Only because of what it does to me. You didn't answer my question."

I rub the muscles of his back some more and enjoy the way they rippled from shoulder to shoulder and ended smoothly at the round contour of his ass. "No, I haven't slept with Liam, despite all the opportunities he presented to spend time alone with me, which I turned down by the way."

I slide my hands down into the back pockets of his jeans and lean in to kiss the middle of his back. I hear him draw in a sharp breath when I squeeze the firm muscles of his ass and then let go.

I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him, and say, "To tell you the truth, Drake, since the Coronation, apart from the royal events of the engagement tour where we were all together; I've spent more time alone with you. Now if that doesn't tell you whom, out of the two of you, that I most want to be with then I don't know what to tell you."

"I want you, Drake, and only you."

Drake steps out of my embrace and then turns around, scooping my face up in his hands. "You really mean that? No, games. No more pitting friend against friend, and seeing who makes more of a fool of themselves trying to win your heart?"

I shake my head, wrapping my arms around him again. "That was never my intention in the first place. Yes, in the beginning, I spent time with both of you whenever I could. Because I genuinely liked spending time with both of you. But it was your friendship that tipped the scales in your favor, and then when we kissed, I knew then and there who I really wanted to be with."

Drake leans in to brush his lips against mine, and I gasp when he pulls back before I can return the kiss. He's got that pained expression on his face again that tugs at my heart. "I can't offer you nearly as much as he can, and yet you still want me?"

"Of course I do. You're real to me Drake, and aren't trying to be someone you're not. The snark, sarcasm, the wisecracks, and grumpiness are all part of your charm. You honestly care, and like me the way that I am. You're not trying to change me, give me a role, or are depending on me to redeem you and give you status. I don't care if you work in the stables, or sweep the floors of the Palace to earn a living, I'd still be so happy to have you come home to me every night. I mean, look at me. I'm just a lonely waitress from New York who decided to follow a crazy royal fairytale. And it's ironic that I would find, and fall in love with, a half-American schmuck who doesn't believe in them."

Drake chuckles, brushing the hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "Hey, who are you calling a snarky, wisecracking, sarcastic schmuck?"

"Well, are you denying it?"

He smirks and then kisses me again, dropping his arm around my shoulders and starts to rock me side to side. We dance this way for a few seconds in a circle, and then he stops and looks at me with a serious expression on his face. "You said you loved me."

I nod, with a grin. Feeling relieved to finally admit it. "I did."

He pulls me in tightly, burying his face in the side of my neck, "Oh my goodness, Kate. I love you too."

My heart leaps at his words, and I feel like if he wasn't holding me so tightly that I would explode into a thousand happy pieces. Tears spring to my eyes, and when he pulls back to look at me again, his eyes are glassy too. "Say it again," I whisper.

He gives me a sheepish, lopsided grin and wipes the tear from my cheek with his thumb. "I love you."

I pull his face in to give him a kiss, giggling and crying and kissing him again and again. Then I sniff and wipe my cheeks and sigh happily. "Ok, then. Now show me."

"Show you?" He asks, with a chuckle, and he drops his hands to my waist.

I undo his jeans again, and tug down the zipper. "Yes. That's what I said. Show me, how much you love me."

He dips down and scoops me up into his arms, and I squeal with delight and wrap my arms around his neck. We exchange kisses as he carries me back to the bed.

Sitting me down on the edge, he reaches out and cups my cheek in his hand. "I've been wanting you, Kate, so badly that sometimes it's all I can think about."

There's a rush in my chest as he leans down to kiss me, and when our lips meet he's surprisingly gentle. Closing my eyes, I can feel the warmth of the kiss spread through me, and I don't want it to stop. As he deepens the kiss, exploring my mouth gently with his tongue, I whimper against his lips.

I pull his jeans and boxers down over his hips, and he pauses long enough to push them down and steps out of them again. I scoot back further on the bed and he follows, crawling up between my legs. Drake slides the rest of the way up so that our faces are level, and I caress his hip with my thigh. Dipping down he kisses the side of my neck and rocks his hips against me, and I feel my body erupt with pleasure as his cock rubs up against me.

"Oh, Drake." I moan out a whisper as he kisses his way down my chest, massaging one breast with his hand and lathering the other with his tongue. When he sucks the nipple into his mouth and pinches the other roughly, I cry out at the jolt it sends down between my legs. Leaning on his elbow he continues to flick and tease my nipple with his tongue and lips, and his other hand travels slowly down over my belly. I dig my fingers into his hair and arch my back off the bed when his hand slides over my moist and aching center, and I feel his finger enter me.

A groan escapes his lips when I tug harder on his hair, and then he turns his head to lay his cheek on my chest and his hand starts to move, inserting another finger. "That's it, pull harder." He whispers, hoarsely.

I gasp at the addition of a third finger, and raise my hips off the mattress, throwing my hands up above my head and grabbing the pillow. I moan at the hard and fast thrusting of his fingers, and now his mouth is travelling down over my belly and I feel him grab my ass with both hands. His fingernails dig into my skin as he holds me still and I whimper when his mouth touches my throbbing and aching sex. Compared to the hard and fast action of his fingers, his tongue is slow and lazy as it explores.

"Oh fffuck," I gasp, feeling how close I am to orgasm but he's taking his time.

He kisses and nips at the inside of my thigh, "What was that? What do you want me to do, Kate?"

I can feel the throbbing ache of my need for him, and I squeeze his head between my thighs. "Fuck me, Drake" I whisper, feeling the rush of heat flooding my cheeks and I can barely breathe.

Sitting back on his heels, I giggle at the devilish grin on his face as he places his hands on my hips and pulls me toward him. He tucks the tip of his cock into me, and then pulls back, before pushing back in again a little deeper. He watches my face as he continues to tease me with only partial penetration. I can see the tension in his shoulders and neck as he's holding himself back from going any harder.

"Pleeeease, Drake." I beg, pressing myself up against him as he moves so achingly slow.

He leans forward and starts moving up my body again, kissing his way over my hip and up my belly, arching his back to keep his penetration shallow enough to keep me wanting more. I can feel myself start to tighten in anticipation as I feel an orgasm start to build again. He moves his mouth up through the valley of my breasts, and I wrap my legs around his back. When he reaches my mouth again we're both panting and he dives in deep and hard as I dig my heels into his ass.

We swallow the sounds of the other as we start to move as one, pushing and pulling and moving faster and faster. Drake buries his face into the side of my neck as I hold him tightly around the shoulders. The delicious friction of our bodies burns the skin of my chest and belly and the sound of the wet slap of our parts coming together mingles with the sounds of our heavy breathing. I can feel the waves of ecstasy washing over me as he groans out my name.

He stops moving, and we both hold eachother still a moment, panting heavily. My legs feel like jelly as I pulse around him and he starts to pull out.

"Roll..over.." he rasps, as he sits back on his knees to wipe his brow.

I'm utterly spent as I look up at him in a daze of disbelief. "Wh..what?"

He shakes his head, and gestures down at his still impossibly swollen and erect cock. "I'm not done."

"Seriously?" I say, rolling over onto my belly and then going up on all fours. I'm still throbbing and twitching from the pounding he's already given me. I couldn't imagine him doing more. As he leans over my back and enters me again, l gasp at how good he feels at this angle. Grabbing my hips he pulls me back as he starts to buck hard and deep against me. I'm still so wet from my orgasm and he slides in and out of me so easily, which encourages him to go harder still.

It excites me to hear the sounds that he makes, and I feel like the star of my own porn film. Every gasp, groan and grunt of pleasure sends a sizzling thrill coursing through my veins because I know it means he's enjoying himself. I can understand now why he was so turned on by watching me earlier. Sweeping the hair away from my sweaty face, I try to look over my shoulder at him. When our eyes meet it makes me giggle to see his facial expression, he stops moving.

“Something funny?” he asks, breathing hard and his chest heaving.

“No, you just look so cute when you're all hot, sweaty and really enjoying yourself.”

“Cute, huh?” he starts moving again, rolling his hips forward, “Not exactly the image I was going for, but alright.”

"Speaking of..sexy images," I gasp, as I feel him go deep and then rotate his hips against me.

"Hmmm?" He chuckles, caressing his hands up and down my lower back. "Going from cute to sexy, that sounds more like it."

"Do you watch porn Drake?"

He doesn't answer right away, and I take his silence as a way to hide his embarrassment.

"It's Ok, if you say yes, I won't be offended."

He sucks in a deep breath, "Yeah, I've watched a video or two, why?"

"I mean, who hasn't, right?" I moan, as I feel myself throbbing and starting to tighten around him again.

I can hear him groan loudly with effort, as his movements become slower. "Fffuck… Kate.."

"Yes..Drake, oh God..yes.. "

With one last hard push, he collapses against my back, hugging me tightly around the middle. I can feel his body stiffen, and then spasm against me.

"Kate.." he whispers my name over and over as he kisses my back.

I sigh with contentment, "I'll never get tired of that, hearing you whisper my name."

He eases himself back from me, sitting down on his heels, and watches me lay down on the bed. "And I'll never forget how beautiful you look in this moment."

I feel like a sweaty mess, but a deliriously happy one. I attempt to tame my tangled hair, and tuck it behind my head. "Oh hush," I giggle, blushing.

He's still sitting there looking at me with a grin on his face. I pat the bed beside me, "Come here."

He squeezes in next to me, and I roll over onto my side to give him more room. Wrapping his arm around me, I can feel him tuck his face into my hair, his breath touching my shoulder. I place my hand over his, and he tucks his knees in behind mine, completing our happy spoons.

"Do you snuggle like this with Maxwell?" I giggle.

I can feel the chuckle rumble up out of his chest. "No, usually he lets me be the little spoon."

I giggle some more, as he tickles my belly with his fingers, and I cover my mouth to muffle my shrieks as I squirm against him. He stops tickling when my ass connects hard with his groin. "Ow!"

Trying to catch my breath, I pant. "That's what you get for tickling me. Sorry by the way."

He rolls over onto his back, clearing his throat, "Nah, it's my own fault. We should get some sleep."

My heart pounds excitedly in my chest, "So you're going to stay?"

"Well I'm already here, so yeah."

To avoid injuring him again I climb off the bed to turn around before nestling back into his side, throwing the blanket up over us both.

"So what are you going to say to Maxwell when you see him again?"

"As little as possible," he sighs, closing his eyes. "Now, shhhhh. And go to sleep."

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 3 years

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HELLO I'M BACK!! GUESS WHO HAS A TERM BREAK COMING IN A FEW DAYS I'M VERY HAPPY :D this ask is Very Long so i'm going to split it up into a few parts

part 1/2

But honestly, it would probably be something like “I’m going to bring a (dead) chicken to class for show and tell and you two need to act horrified and cause a ruckus because it would be fun and it would scare the other kids :)”. (this is probably bullying, so in an effort to make them slightly better kids, an alternative plot is that a stray cat has been coming to their school and in order to make friends with it, they feed it a whole-ass dead chicken Nyo China got from the butchers and was planning to cook for dinner. The teachers are horrified and confiscate Yao’s backpack for fear of germs and salmonella.)

hhhhhh the first idea is SO FUN my gremlin repressed anger eight year old self would've loved it. the idea of bringing a stinking plastic bag to school, opening it, revealing a dead, fly-infested chicken and then maybe playing a small game of lobbing the chicken around for funsies is both simultaneously horrifying and amazing. however the second idea is also amazing, one of my previous schools had stray cats and staff and students would feed and pet them (and i miss it :( ) and it was the Best feeling... or maybe they could do BOTH? but this time they're planning to bring a dead chicken to feed the cat (aw, even if yao probably gets detention. also a lecture from nyo china on what exactly you should feed a cat, including why you shouldn't steal the chicken she bought to feed it.) and the next time they can bring like. a bunch of dead flies to show their classmates but in a not bully way. i went once to this family friend's house in a part of the countryside that had an abundance of flies. (i literally haven't thought of this in years i'm remembering so many childhood things because of this omg) they had this paper covered with glue that the flies would land on and then be stuck on the paper. it was both disgusting and amazing to watch a black mass of bulbous bodies straining with their legs (which were probably thinner than my hair) to escape the paper. i also think that indchuran, being both little sadists in the making and having an abudnace of fascination like many children, would take great delight in watching an unsuspecting fly landing on the glue, watch it still, glancing around eerily similarly to when humans realise they have gotten themselves in a bad situation, and then start struggling with all their might to get out. but fuck the flies tho they landed on our food all the time there and it sucked. they can die :)

THE PROBELM is... how will they get that many flies in what i assume would be a gentrified ass area with frequent fumigation efforts given that nyo china would not accept anything than the best elementary education for her ward?? (i have a solution) maybe indus has friends in the countryside and she goes with aditya to visit them. and while they are talking aditya wanders about and discovers a few pieces of paper filled with flies. because he is a gremlin, he is Fascinated with these pieces of paper, and he takes one out to Further Examine. all the adults yell at him, but he is Fascinated and will not be stopped. and then a Thought occurs to him: who would probably enjoy this as much as he would? duh, his friends of course! good things must be Shared even if they're kind of disgusting! so what he does is he gets a disposable plastic tupperware like container, very gently places the fly paper into it, pokes a few holes for air, sprinkles some sugar because he thinks that'll keep them alive, and wraps most of it up in duct tape he found so indus can't see it. unfortunately most of the flies died on the way home because the container was stuffed into aditya's bag and the paper slid to the side + there wasn't enough air, BUT the dead flies are still a Sight to behold when he visits iran's house (which yao is /coincidentally/ visiting) to show them. then he brings it to school after the weekend, and everyone is Fascinated and thinks it is Very Cool, at least until the teachers see it and start screaming. they throw it away but indchuran get an Idea to put dead flies into the bags of people they hate (this is now just bullying) so that opens up a very few interesting weeks of attempts to collect flies in a fumigated city and Horror for the school. fun times for all!

😔 finding and reading that encyclopedia is probably one of my formative memories now and i wish it wasn't 😔 i bet yao during his teenage years would look back on it and be like "... oh my GOD." but i think he would appreciate her directness even if he didn't absorb all the information correctly or remember most of it lmao because it seems like only a very small percentage of the world has actually good sex ed and i don't think indchuran's school would be an exception. at least nyo china like you said instilled a good sense of consent with them 😔 also the idea of saying fuck in mandarin makes me break out in hives the AUDACITY of saying fuck in your first language but of course he would. he WOULD. nyo china probably wouldn't even have purposely taught him that which is why he doesn't know what it means, just that it's an insult, but once they come up to her to complain all she does is give them a Terrifying Contemptuous Glare and steer yao away from them. yao is her kid and therefore entitled to say fuck whenever he wants.

First things first I hope you had a good term break! this is... very overdue sorry about that :(

Second, ALSK:FJ:SLFDKSFDLKJSLDF the fly infested chicken is disgusting and I want so badly to intervene,,, they need hELP. Please learn about proper sanitation, children, I’m begging you T-T. Also, headcanon accepted: they’re ostensibly bringing it to feed the cats (which is hopefully allowed) but also they want to terrorize (or awe) their fellow classmates with this discovery. Watch the school call up nyo china about this, but she gets annoyed only because yao wasted human food in order to feed cats, not because he brought an inappropriately dead chicken to school that scared the younger kids and fellow classmates lol; what a great value system. Also this scenario def happened: School: your child got in a fight. Nyo China: Oh no! Did he win?

I am both fully revolted and half fascinated by the flypaper thing because on one hand I CANNOT stand flies, and killing them is 178% gross. But also the way you described it is... very compelling and I would like to experience that, gross as it is lol. So yea I can definitely see those three nastily observing the flies getting stuck to the flypaper one by one... they all intently watch the flypaper with round and curious eyes and it really looks very cute from far away, three heads of fluffy hair close together and bent over something, carrying on an animated whispered discussion, until you get closer and see that they’re watching flies on flypaper •—•;; An even more gross scenario would be if one of them accidentally squashes one and they crowd around to see what fly guts look like 😭 bonus points if it happens during school. Also YES to Indus’s countryside friend; I feel like India would have a lot of fun exploring over there and would be able to bring back v cool stories for city slicker Yao, and also Iran (although I don’t know where they’d live precisely. I feel like they’d probably have a medium sized house with very nice art and Classy furniture (they got good taste from somewhere), but they’d also knows a lot about how rural areas work and stuff, so uh.. suburbs? Or something like that?)

“then he brings it to school after the weekend, and everyone is Fascinated and thinks it is Very Cool. . .” O—O sigh... three balls of absolute chaos. At least the other kids are fascinated this time instead of apprehensive ^-^ but the dead flies in lockers AL:KDSLFDSJF PLEASE NO me as an elementary student would have been absolutely horrified and I. really hope they get detention for that lol; Please Tone Down kids 😔 (also do y’all get flies in the lights at school? Because every single classroom I’ve been in has either had flies, wasps, moths, or some other black spots in the lights and they’d multiply as the year went on 😭 I never thought about it too much but... what if they linger around to watch the lights get cleaned? o-o)

“i bet yao during his teenage years would look back on it and be like "... oh my GOD."” YEAH there’s always a select few memories that make you realize “what even WAS that” and I think this is one lol. Yao just buries it in the back of his spacious mental closet and makes India and Iran swear not to bring it up again but inevitably they do :))))) they find it rather hilarious, actually. Also yes at least Nyo China did a good job in that department!

“also the idea of saying fuck in mandarin makes me break out in hives the AUDACITY of saying fuck in your first language but of course he would” lol I wrote that thinking he'd call someone a 王八* (because it could technically pass as a regular noun o-o. Who knows, maybe he was insulting someone for being slow like a turtle but it got out of hand due to word choice lol) but... the second scenario is quite something... I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. RIP the other parents who just have to fervently hope that disgraceful kid from next door grows out of his foul mouth soon (he never does, just gets better at pretending his language is elegant and not at all dirty XD)

*for non mandarin speakers 王八 is literally a soft shelled turtle, but is actually a pretty big insult in mandarin :)

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