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Just A Holiday Romance?

Hey hey! 😋 So writing seems to be a good way to pass the time at the moment and keeps my mind busy rather than focusing on all the bad things going on at the moment. 😊

Smut and Fluff, maybe a little Hurt/Comfort thrown into the mix

Following a messy break up, MC and her friends head off on a girl’s holiday. When out clubbing they meet Eisuke and a couple of friends. Encouraged by her friends, MC enjoys the thrills of a holiday romance, but is it destined to end?

~ 5872 words

Disclaimer - Characters belong to Voltage Inc.

The heavy rain fall, smashing the ground and drenching MC, was an ironic metaphor for her current mood. The rain soaked her sage green party dress, which highlighted her curves, chilling her to the bone. Her hair, which had been styled into princess curls only hours earlier, now clung to her wet cheeks, the ends going straggly from the rain. Her make up, too, had been ruined.

The one saving grace of this horrid storm, the rain disguised MC’s tears, as she ran through the city.

She ran all the way to her friends home in search of some comfort. How had things turned out this way? Only hours earlier, MC and her friends had been speculating how tonight could be the night that her boyfriend, her childhood sweetheart, after 7 years of being together, would finally propose.

He had asked her to meet him at a restaurant in the city, one they had both said they wished to try out, and told her it would be just the two of them. Upon hearing the news, MC and her friends had spent the afternoon picking out clothes, styling her hair and doing her make up. All so she would look her best, should he finally ask her to be his wife.

So why was it, that she was now left feeling like her whole world had crumbled from beneath her. Like the wind had been knocked from her sails?

The door to her friends apartment opened in front of her. There stood her friends, who had been helping her get ready earlier. Seeing their friend looking so upset surprised them.

“MC?” Jessica spoke quietly.

“What happened, what’s wrong? Where’s Isaac?” Millie questioned. Worry etched her friends faces.

“I-I left him at the restaurant…” MC stuttered out the words. Her friends looked at each other, growing more concerned, before MC spoke again. “He didn’t propose, he wasn’t ever going to… turns out Isaac has been seeing someone else-“

“HE CHEATED ON YOU?!” Her friends exclaimed. MC sobbed while she nodded before she continued what she was saying.

“And they are going to be together, in fact he’s meeting her family next week. I think he intends to marry her”

There was nothing her friends could say. They had all believed since school MC and Isaac would get married. They had been smitten with each other since they got together at 16. Now at 23, they had been wrongly convinced the pair would be settling down for the future. No one would have guessed Isaac would have been living a second life, making future plans with another woman.

“Right!” Millie shouted, “Forget that prick, we are in need of a girls holiday! One which is going to encourage you to get over that dumbass!”

“YES!” Jessica joined in, “And who knows maybe we’ll be lucky and enjoy a holiday romance or two!!”

MC laughed. A true laugh, at her friends silliness but wonderful idea. A girls holiday was the perfect idea. She had spent the last 7 years spending her time marching to Isaac’s tune. She had missed out on so much because she had been so hopelessly devoted to his beck and call that she never went out and had all the fun she could have done. This holiday she would make up for that mistake.

“How long should we go for?” MC asked. Noticing her enthusiasm the other two smiled.

“Well, you just left your job since you were looking at moving away with that dickhead, Jessica left her job because she is going to go to university in just over a month, and I’m currently on summer break from university, soooooo how about a long vacation?” Millie proposed.

“How about 4 weeks? That’ll give me time to relax and then come back and sort through my things before leaving?” Jessica replied.

“Perfect!”

All in agreement, their holiday plans were made. They would be leaving in 3 days time, jetting off to Santorini in Greece. They had a villa booked for the full 4 weeks. Their excitement for sun, sea and maybe a little bit of romance, had the girls eager to jet off.

***

A few days had passed, and the girls had finally arrived at their villa. Stepping out of the airconditioned taxi, the heat engulfed the friends. Sharing a smile, they headed into their villa, home for the next month.

Looking around, the girls squealed in excitement, as they went from room to room. The villas garden contained a swimming pool, seating area, BBQ, pizza oven and pool table.

Heading out onto the balcony showed the villa was also rewarded with a beautiful view, facing out over the ocean. You could see the beach and a few of the clubs and restaurants. If heaven was comparable to a place, this was it, MC thought.

As MC and her friends stood gazing from the balcony, they noticed a group of men down on the beach. Jessica and Millie were wildly discussing how gorgeous these men were. Joking about hoping one of them would notice them, or that they would be a holiday hook up. MC responded with a smile and a few sounds in agreement.

Yet all the while her attention couldn’t help be drawn to one man in particular. His short brown hair, chiselled features, made him nothing short of breathless. He was truly gorgeous. But what drew MC’s attention to him most of all, was his lack of smile, as he gazed out over the beach. He piqued her curiosity. Although she must have been staring for too long, for as if he had felt her stare, the man turned and appeared to make eye contact with MC. Holding her stare.

“Let’s go swimming in the pool before heading out for dinner!” Millie exclaimed. Her voice bringing MC out of her trance, allowing her to remove her sight from the man down on the beach. They all headed back into the villa to get changed into their bikinis.

But MC couldn’t help but look back at the stranger once more. But this time, he appeared to smile slightly at her, lifting his hand in a casual wave. MC smiled at him before heading inside. She didn’t risk waving back. What if she had only imagined it? Or worse, what if he had actually been waving at someone different?!

Shaking her head, MC headed back inside, planning to forget all about the beautiful stranger from the beach.

***

A few hours later and the girls were dressed in tight skimpy party dresses and their hair and makeup done ready to go clubbing. MC worse a tight mini white dress which finished half way down her thigh. It highlighted her curves, while its hurt promoted her cleavage. Her hair had been curled and tucked around so it sat across one of her shoulders.

When entering the club, other party goers naturally stared at the girls as they walked up to the bar. They ordered their drinks before heading to a booth at the edge of the club, where they could sit and enjoy their drinks for a moment.

MC sipped on her rhubarb and ginger gin as her eyes scanned the club. The girls had already been drinking before heading out, so they were pleasantly tipsy at this point. As she looked around, MC thought she had seen the man from earlier with his friends sat in another booth, but before she could be sure a mob of dancers blocked her view.

Millie, who was far drunker than her friends, grabbed their hands and pulled them to the dance floor.

“Let’s dance!” She exclaimed. The other two couldn’t help but laugh at their friend. This was perfect, MC thought. This holiday was definitely going to heal her heartbreak. She could feel it.

Laughing with her friends, MC too started dancing. The seductive movements of her hips rolling, her arms high above her head, naturally attracted the looks of others. Many from admirers, some from those jealous of the others looks. But MC didn’t care. She had been reserved for Isaacs sake. But now, now she could be herself, and have fun. She wasn’t going to let the looks of others stop her.

Suddenly a voice spoke up from behind the girls, addressing them.

“Hello there pretty ladies, the names Baba, could we have the honour of your company tonight?” The man, who called himself Bab, had long light brown hair spoke, his eyes mainly drawn to Jessica. Blushing Jessica nodded, and Baba took her hand placing a princely kiss on her fingers. “Let me introduce my friends. That one there is Ota.” He pointed at a younger man, who had blondish, orange hair. Millie’s eyes immediately bugged, as if she had literal hearts in her eyes. Amusingly, he seemed to have a similar reaction when he saw Millie. “And that one, his name is Eisuke” the girls turned to look at the man Baba called Eisuke. His short brown hair, chiselled features, MC recognised him immediately as the stranger from the beach. Although she hid the moment of recognition, she noticed a slight change in Eisuke’s expression. Had he recognised her too?

“Heh what charming men. Well, I’m Jessica, and these are Millie and MC. We’re staying in a villa nearby so you’re welcome to dance with us here, and if you’re fun maybe we’ll even let you back to continue the partying!”

As if that was a signal the groups of friends merged together and continued dancing. As there was now 3 girls and 3 guys natural pairs formed. Baba and Jessica, Ota and Millie, which left MC with Eisuke.

As they danced, Eisuke’s hands naturally found purchase on MC’s hips. She continued to dance with him, as they swayed their hips, Eisuke pressed firmly to her back, in time to the music.

MC could feel his every breath on his neck. Until he spoke into her ear.

“So, your name is MC then? I noticed you earlier, I’m guessing that’s the villa you are staying in?” Continuing to dance MC nodded in reply. “I thought this earlier, but you’ve piqued my curiosity”

“Likewise” MC finally granted him with a reply.

“How so?” Eisuke asked, genuinely interested in her response.

“You weren’t smiling, and so I wondered why, or maybe I wondered what you would look like if you did smile. A genuine smile.”

The words appeared to shock Eisuke. And MC could feel his heart rate increase through where he was pressed against her back.

“How long are you here for?” He finally asked.

“4 weeks, why?”

“Maybe you’ll make me smile. A genuine smile” Eisuke provoked, a smirk on his face. The flirtatious comment sparked something in MC.

She turned to face Eisuke, his hands still placed on her waist. As they made eye contact, his fingers seemed to twitch, before he moved one of his hands to cheek. His thumb rubbed her cheek before it slid down, to hold her chin. Making sure she couldn’t remove her eyes from him.

Who knows who made the first move, but it all happened so quickly. Eisuke’s lips had crashed onto hers. They weren’t tame kisses. But hungry biting kisses. They set MC’s heart into overdrive and her want for him encouraged her to open her lips, allowing his tongue to find purchase in her mouth, dancing with hers. She could feel desire building, a warmth spreading through her body. It couldn’t have been long but by the time the two separated, they were gasping for air. Still their eyes remained on one another. His full of desire.

As MC went to move away, Eisuke’s hands on her hips tightened, as if forbidding her from moving away from him. Smiling at him, she placed her hands on his and took them from her hips. She moved away and whispered into Jessica’s ear, who had been busy enjoying her own kisses with Baba.

“I’m heading back to the villa, you girls have fun!” Breaking away from Baba for a moment Jessica questioned her friend,

“Everything ok? You seemed to be having a good time” Jessica winked, nodding towards Eisuke.

“Yeah everything’s good, just fancy heading back now. Make sure you tell me all about this tomorrow!” MC gestured towards Baba and Millie. Laughing the girls waved goodbye and MC headed out of the club.

She had been walking for about 5 minutes. The whole time noticing she wasn’t walking alone but remaining quiet. But now she felt like she had to say something since she was nearing her villa.

“Rather than follow me, why don’t you walk next to me?” She asked, glancing back towards Eisuke who had been following her since she left the club.

“If you knew I was behind you why didn’t you speak?” He asked, MC was quick to retort,

“Why didn’t you speak? Instead you act like a stalker?”

“Look, you kissed me at the club and then suddenly start to run off? As much as it sucks to have someone run off after a kiss like that, and trust me it is not often that someone runs from me, I wasn’t going to leave you to walk home at this time of night alone.”

“Oh so gentlemanly” MC joked. Eisuke smiled, enjoying the back and forth.

“Well since I’m walking you back either way how about we chat as we go. How old are you?”

“23. You?”

“27. What do you do for work?”

“I just applied for a job somewhere else. I was meant to be moving and so left my job but the move fell through so came away before I head back to a new job. You?”

“Few things, but mainly hotels”

“Cool.” MC replied, still looking ahead. Eisuke still walking behind. Finally, he asked his next question.

“So why’d you run?”

“Run?” She asked.

“That kiss… anyone would expect after a kiss like that to enjoy the night longer. What did I do to make you leave?”

“Nothing”

“So why?”

“It’s complicated”

“Try me”

“We just met and you want me to open my heart up to you. Tell you my troubles?” MC asked, genuinely confused by the conversation. They were stood outside the villa now, MC unlocking the door and placing her hand on the door handle.

“I told you, you caught my curiosity.” Eisuke reached out and grabbed MC’s arm, turning her to face him once again. He caught her chin to make sure she couldn’t look away. MC could see the desire still smouldering in his eyes. Desire she was sure was mirrored in her own. “MC…”

MC could feel herself being drawn in. Drawn into the warmth of the eyes of a man who when she’d seen him look at others, appear cold. Her eyes were drawn to his lips. His ridiculously perfect lips, which seemed to beckon her as they edged ever so slightly, slowly closer. Finally, the scent of his aftershave filled her senses. God the man smelt good. She had tried to resist being drawn into him. How could she be so drawn to a man who 24 hours earlier was stranger. But the words of her friends came back to her. A girls holiday, and maybe a holiday romance. Could Eisuke be holiday romance?

That was the last thought MC had before her lips were covered once again by Eisuke’s. They were hungry. Biting. All consuming. He made her feel amazing with just a kiss. Separating herself from Eisuke, MC grabbed his hand, opened the door to the villa and made her way, with him, to her bedroom. As soon as they entered her room, she shut the door.

Eisuke didn’t give her so much as a moment to catch herself, before he lifted her up into his arms and crashed his lips into hers again. Pressing her up against the bedroom door, MC wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands held her in place by holding her ass, squeezing her cheeks as he did so.

Eisuke begun trailing kisses down MC’s neck. The desire was building up in her, eliciting moans and whimpers from her. She could feel his hard length as he pressed himself against her, which only served to excite her more. Moving away from the door, he roughly chucked her down on the bed, before joining her. Hovering over MC he gazed into her eyes.

He smiled. A genuine smile, full of warmth. Before he buried himself in her breasts. Stripping away her dress, and his clothes, he pressed himself down on top of her. His fingers of one hand squeezed her sensitive hardened nipples, while his other hand trailed up the inside of her thigh.

Her moans only seemed to encourage him more. He planted kisses down the front of her body, before he settled himself in between her thighs. Seeing how turned on she was, only increased his desire further. He soon buried his head between her thighs and serviced her with his tongue. The pleasure he brought her, had MC moaning out his name. As he added two fingers into the mix, entering them into her while he continued his actions with his tongue, MC had one hand gripping the bed sheets, while the other was in his perfect brown hair, dishevelled by their actions.

Just as MC felt her high coming, Eisuke almost cruelly stopped, sliding up her body and whispering into her ear,

“Not yet baby, I haven’t had my fill of you yet”

The words made MC whimper. Although she wanted more than before to feel him inside her. No, she needed him inside of her. As if he recognised what she wanted, he lined himself up with her entrance before thrusting himself into her. The way he filled her made MC gasp. He waited a moment, allowing her to accommodate him.

“Ok baby?” Eisuke asked. When MC nodded, Eisuke began thrusting into her.

He started out slowly, allowing MC to get used to him. However, it wasn’t long before his thrusts became quicker, went deeper and were rougher. MC cried out his name over and over. His nails digging into his back and shoulders. Yet neither cared in midst of their pleasure, all that could be heard were her moans and his grunts.

As her walls clenched around him, Eisuke also found his climax. He continued to thrust into her allowing them to prolong their high, before falling beside her into the bed. Both of them panting, before they looked at each other smiling.

“That… That was amazing” MC said as she handed Eisuke a bottle of icy cold water. Combing his fingers in her hair, Eisuke smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Hey MC, do you want to grab brunch when we wake up?” MC smiled and nodded. The fact that Eisuke had wanted to make plans, despite already getting to have sex with her, pleased MC. He hadn’t just wanted her physically, he wanted to meet again. That was unlike many of the one night stand stories you hear from other girls.

***

And it hadn’t just been brunch the next morning MC had spent with Eisuke. Following her steamy night with Eisuke, MC had told her friends what had happened and their plans for brunch. Jessica and Millie had been so happy for MC that they had encouraged her to indulge in this holiday romance. The bonus was they were now also romancing his friends. As a result, the two groups had merged together, with the guys practically moving out of their hotel and into the villa.

The first 2 weeks of the holiday, MC had been thoroughly enjoying her holiday romance. Sightseeing, dinners out, ‘couple’ vs ‘couple’ games nights and the best sex she’d ever had. But what she had loved most of all, was the smile Eisuke had rewarded just for her. She’d almost forgotten it would all come to an end in 2 weeks’ time. Heck, she had forgotten. But she wasn’t the only one who had forgotten.

As they were sat enjoying lunch in a café, Eisuke couldn’t help noticing MCs phone kept buzzing.

“You sure you shouldn’t get that?” He asked, glancing at the screen, noticing the name lighting up her phone.

“Nah its fine.” MC replied, turning her phone onto silent.

“Who’s Isaac?” Eisuke asked, a slight coldness seeped into his tone. Jealousy clear from his annoyed expression.

“Oh, uh my ex” MC said quietly. Eisuke was visibly relieved to hear it was an ex rather than current partner.

“When did you break up?”

“Few weeks ago”

“Were you together long?”

“Yup 7 years”

“How come you split up?”

“Oh he was seeing someone else, and decided he wanted to be serious with her instead”

“What the fuck?! Seriously?”

“Why would I joke about something like that” MC laughed, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Well he was an idiot letting someone like you go” MC blushed at Eisuke’s words. He quietly took her hand in his and rubbed her fingers with his thumb. “His loss has been my gain. What did he want anyway? He seems pretty insistent on talking to you”.

“Jessica and Millie have been posting photos on their Instagram’s from the holiday. Obviously, he has seen them and there were a few of me and you, he doesn’t seem to like the idea of me not being available or crying over him and is kicking off”

“The guy who cheated on you is annoyed you are having fun? What a dick” Eisuke huffed drinking his coffee. MC smiled at the sight before taking a sip of her own coffee. In this moment she felt happy. Happier than she had ever felt before.

***

Finally, the last day of their holiday was here. While the girls were getting ready in Jessica’s room they started to reminisce about the holiday. It was clear all three girls had thoroughly enjoyed their holiday romances.

Jessica and Baba had made it clear there were not emotionally feelings for them. It was like friends with benefits. They were enjoying the casual sex, while hanging out as friends. The sort of person you’d bump into and catch up, but she wasn’t too worried about going back and not seeing him again. He literally had been just some fun for her. As she had been for him too.

Millie and Ota had seemed to have started to find a connection with each other. Ota had told Millie when she goes to University to let him know where she would be living so he could come and visit her. Whether there was something there for them beyond visits was anybody’s guess at the moment, but Millie was certain they would see each other again.

As for MC, it was when talking to her friends she realised her and Eisuke hadn’t mentioned going home. There had been no discussion of what would happen after these 4 weeks. They hadn’t exchanged numbers. They hadn’t mentioned meeting up. Heck, she didn’t even know where he lived. But what she did realise was she had fallen for the guy who only seemed to smile with warmth and kindness towards her. But she knew she wouldn’t be telling him this. Especially not since things seemed destined to end tonight.

When the girls stepped out of the bedroom the guys were already there waiting for them.

Baba dressed in his black jeans and a red shirt. He had tied his hair back. Taking Jessica’s hand he kissed her fingers, just as he had the first night, and escorted her out of the villa.

Ota, wearing some blue jeans and a white shirt smiled at Millie as he held his hand out to her. She placed hers in his and they entwined their fingers. Millie’s pastel blue dress matched his jeans perfectly. They, too, headed out. Millie looking back and smiling at MC one last time before disappearing from the villa.

It was just Eisuke and MC left. He wore a pair of white skinny jeans and a charcoal shirt. MC’s white lace dress matched him perfectly. He smiled at her.

“You look beautiful” he stated, making MC giggle.

“You don’t look so bad yourself” She approached him, and he wrapped his arm round her waist planting a kiss on her cheek. “So, where are we headed?” She asked.

“Right here” Eisuke replied, much to MC confusion.

He took her hand and guided her outside into the garden. What met MC surprised her as she looked around and then back at Eisuke bewildered but happy. The garden had been decorated with fairy lights and lanterns. The pool was filled with rose petals. A picnic blanket was led out with champagne and strawberries dipped in chocolate waiting for them.

MC felt her chest tighten. She was so moved by Eisuke’s yet it hurt to know tomorrow she would be on a flight and this dream would be over. Shaking her head she showed Eisuke her brightest smile and accepted his outstretched hand which guided her to the blanket. If this was to be their last evening together in this dream, then she would make sure she enjoyed every minute, smiling at him until the end.

***

The hours ticked by, and MC and Eisuke had shared many stories under the star blanketed sky. Stories of their childhood, friends, family, dreams and future goals. MC had learned Eisuke had a few other friends back where he lived who hadn’t come with them on the holiday. But what they hadn’t discussed was how they would be going home tomorrow. Back to reality.

As their evening together came to an end, they stood and gazed at each other. It was clear to MC, she had fallen in love with her holiday romance. She’d fallen in love in the span of 4 weeks, and it would be a heart-breaking love. A love that couldn’t be. A love that after tonight would disappear from her life.

“MC—”

“Shh” She silenced him with a kiss.

A kiss he so readily returned. A kiss that conveyed everything she wanted to say but couldn’t. His hands found their home on her hips, like they had done so many times these last 4 weeks. But unlike how they would no more. If speaking meant tonight was to be the last time they could be together, then she wouldn’t let either of them speak, for she didn’t want to say goodbye.

Seemingly understanding, and dare she hope feeling the same, Eisuke showed his kindness through not asking anything, not speaking any words. Instead he lifted her into his arms, never separating his lips from hers as he took her back to the bed they had shared for the last 4 weeks.

Tonight, neither seemed as calm or collected as they had been before. As they became one, it was full of raw emotion. As if the pain they both were feeling could be quashed by bringing one another pleasure. Their moans were as if they were cursing the idea of this moment ending. Their breathing increasing as they came ever closer to their height of pleasure. If tonight would be their last together, then they sure as hell were going to make it a night neither would forget. They left mark after mark upon the other, as if these marks would symbolise the feelings they couldn’t speak. As even when tomorrow or the next day come, and they won’t see each other, these marks were serving to remind them of the other.

That night they made love countless times. Yet still neither spoke of what tomorrow would bring.

It really would be goodbye.

***

A few weeks later and things had been exactly as expected. Jessica went about as if business was usual without Baba. Millie and Ota had spoken every day and had arranged when Ota would come to visit. While MC was left lonely. Hurting. Missing Eisuke.

“You know…” Millie started, “Apparently, according to Ota, you aren’t the only one down in the dumps and missing the other person”

“What do you mean?” MC asked, suddenly interested in the conversation going on around her.

“According to Ota, Eisuke has been more irritable than before, but when asked about the holiday he gets a faraway look in his eyes and smiles for a moment”.

MC nodded and looked out the window again. That was all she needed to know. It had been real, not just for her but for Eisuke too. It gave her hope. She believed in fate, and maybe if she was lucky, maybe he was her fate and they’d find each other again.

***

Millie had headed to university and Jessica’s summer break had ended. MC had also heard back from her job application. She had successfully received a position as a maid and would begin her vacancy in a few days. As such, she was moving into the hotel staff dormitory today.

Upon arriving at the hotel dorms, she became fast friends with two of the other maids, Sakiko and Chisato. They had made her feel very welcome and had been busily introducing her to everyone

“Finally, Mr Ichinomiya owns the hotel. In total he has hotels in Tokyo, Dubai, London, New York as well as an airship and cruise ship. He’s currently building another hotel but only staff know about it so keep that one quiet” Chisato winked at me as she filled me in on my new boss.

“I wonder what he’s like?”

“Umm… honestly he’s a little cold. But he looks after the hotel well! Lately he seems to be in a bad mood. More so than usual, when he comes to the casino he doesn’t even enjoy winning” Sakiko explained. “Anyway you’ll meet him when Mr Kenzaki introduces you later!”

“Great…” Honestly the way they had made him sound, MC wished she wouldn’t be meeting him. But as her employer he had to introduce himself and her the same. Still, she managed to find the kind side of one cold man recently, maybe she’ll see a nice side to this Mr Ichinomiya guy too.

***

When evening came around Mr Kenzaki came to the dorms to collect MC for their meeting. He handed her the uniform and her name badge and instructed her to change ready to meet the hotel’s owner, Mr Ichinomiya.

Following Mr Kenzaki, MC arrived in the meeting room and took a seat in the chair directed to her. Time seemed to tick by slowly, before the meeting room door opened and someone’s steady footsteps entered.

“Mr Ichinomiya, Sir” Mr Kenzaki spoke to the owner, signifying to MC she was about to meet her boss. She stood, ready to bow politely to him, yet as she turned her eyes went wide.

“Eisuke?! You own this hotel?!” She gasped. His reaction was similar as he dropped the file he had been holding.

“MC?! You're the new employee?” He, too, gasped in surprised, before taking her arm firmly in her graps and walking from the meeting room towards the penthouse elevator.

“Sir?” Mr Kenzaki called out in confusion.

“Forget the meeting, she’s a good hire. Well done Kenzaki. Get me a penthouse pager and key card ready for MC here and leave it on my desk. Don’t disturb me for the rest of the evening.” Seemingly understanding his instructions Mr Kenzaki bowed and headed off. All the while Eisuke kept a firm grasp on MC’s arm.

Neither said a word as they went in the elevator. Nor as they walked through the corridors. Still Eisuke gripped her arm. As they entered the lounge, Ota and Baba noticed Eisuke and gasped out,

“ISN’T THAT MC?” catching everyone elses attention.

“That’s MC?” A tall man in a grey suit with black hair asked.

“That’s the kid that’s had Eisuke in a sour mood?” A scruffier looking man with stubble on his chin asked.

“MC, that’s Soryu and Mamoru” Eisuke briefly introduced them still dragging her by her arm.

“Oh, um, hello?” MC said waving in her confusion.

“Ahahahah at least he is back to being in a better mood. How long you here for MC, so we know how long he’ll be happier for?”

“She’s the new recruit I just went to meet.” Eisuke smirked, “Meaning she’s here for good”

Proceeding to drag MC up the stairs the guys watched smiling knowingly.

As soon as they were in his suite he shut the door and locked it to avoid any interruptions. Only once they were inside did he finally let go of her arm. But she was only released for a moment before he held her in a tight, crushing embrace. It wasn’t long before she was hugging him back, just as tightly.

“Want me to make you a coffee?” MC laughed, remembering the odd request Eisuke had made of her when in Greece, and how he had told her she made the best coffees. Yet Eisuke only tightened his embrace.

“Later… right now I don’t want to let you go” surprised by his honesty MC questioned his further.

“Why not?”

“Because the last time I let you go I lost you” He sighed, speaking more honestly than he ever had before. “I won’t make that mistake again”

“Eisuke…?”

“Listen, because you’ll learn very quickly that I am not a man who talks freely of him emotions. I missed you, MC. As soon as we parted waya I regretted not talking to you about a future where we could meet. I hated not seeing you or speaking to you every day but Christ it was only 4 weeks and you managed to grasp my heart which I had given up on years ago. You’re the first person who I’ve had regrets about leaving. And you’re the first person I’ve felt this way about.”

“What way?”

“Come on MC… you don’t need me to say it” Eisuke glared, but MC wasn’t going to let this one slide.

“I won’t know anything if you don’t tell me Eisuke. Isn’t that kind of how we got into this mess?” Sighing Eisuke replied,

“You’re a cruel woman” But his sigh soon turned to a smile. A genuine warm smile. Full of everything he was feeling and more. “I love you, MC.” Smiling MC wrapped her arms around Eisuke.

“I know” She giggled as Eisuke looked at her in annoyance.

“You can’t make me say all that and then just respond with ‘I know’” Kissing him softly as if to soothe his mood she smiled,

“I love you, too Eisuke”

That was all he needed to hear to ignite the flame of desire. His lips crashed to hers and his hands found their place once again on her hips as if that was where they were meant to be all along. This love was never meant to just be a holiday romance. It was too real. Too strong. It was never meant to end.

“I’m never going to let you go again” Eisuke whispered, as he pressed his forehead to MC’s, tightening his hold on her, before sealing this promise with a kiss filled with all the love they share.

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If you're requests are open I'd love to see some angsty kbtbb, especially w eisuke. Sorry if it's vague I've never requested anything before. Hope you're having a good day :)

okay, i can’t figure out who this is. i’m debating on writing two options: unrequited love, where younger reader is crushing hard on eisuke but he can’t return her love because of both age and he’s just not into her like that. or traumatized reader who has a trauma response to maybe a fight, or something along those lines.

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 years

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Court of Darkness: Lipstick Obsessed

Fandom: Court of Darkness

Characters: Sherry, Roy, Fenn, MC (brief appearances for Lynt, Tino, and Violet)

Couple: Roy X MC (MC named Carla)

Rating: 18+ (Nothing super explicit, but quite suggestive); Minors DNI; NSFW

Prompt: Free Response for @voltage-vixen Summer of Smut Content Creation Challenge 3.0

Tags: Established relationship; exhibition; getting caught; teasing; door sex; implied sex; marking; delayed gratification; teacher-student role play; smut with a plot (kind of?)

Word Count: ~3400

Description: Roy is an absolute tease (and gets what’s coming to him); Sherry is the ultimate wingwoman for MC and her brother; Fenn is unrepentant as always; magical lipstick; and a bolder MC. Let the fun begin.

Note: Reference to “the door scene” in this story takes place HERE, which in my head cannon takes place the day before this story.

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“Carla!”

Sherry waved her hand eagerly, running down the hallway. Carla beamed at the Invidian princess. Even in Sherry’s exuberance, her movements were graceful and warm.

“How was your date yesterday?” Sherry inquired excitedly. “Grayson and I missed you and Roy at breakfast! Or, were you two otherwise engaged?” Sherry waggled her eyebrows meaningfully. “Grayson refused to speculate, despite my best efforts!”

Carla winced internally. Sherry was her best friend, but the thought of discussing her night with Sherry’s older brother was embarrassing. Carla ducked her head to avoid Sherry’s teasing gaze.

“Ummm…it was…good,” Carla said meekly. Sherry noted the tone, looking concerned.

“Are you alright? Brother didn’t make you cry did he?” Carla averted her eyes, covering the side of her face with her hand. Do cries of ecstasy count? If so, then repeatedly. Sherry gasped, misinterpreting. “He did?! Just wait until I see Roy, I told him if he ever did anything to hurt you I’d—“

“Sherry, no, nothing like that happened!” Carla grabbed Sherry’s shoulder. Carla had to clear this misunderstanding quickly. “Yesterday was…perfect. I can’t imagine being happier than I was then with him.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” Sherry hugged Carla tightly. “But why did you hesitate to tell me?”

“Roy’s your brother. I doubt you want to hear how he made me happy, or the details behind it.”

“Oh bother!” Sherry pouted a bit. “There’s no need to feel shame of any sort!” Sherry squeezed Carla’s arm, hoping Carla might divulge something. Hearing nothing, Sherry sighed. “As long as the two of you are happy, that’s all that matters, I suppose.” Carla couldn’t bear to see Sherry frown, so she murmured in Sherry’s ear, “We didn’t get much sleep yesterday. Or this morning, if that gives you any idea.” Sherry’s face lit up.

Sherry and Carla walked together to their next class, which they shared. By the time they arrived, most of the students were already present. The class was being taught in a large lecture hall by three of Saligia’s princes. Lynt leaned lazily on a lectern in front of the classroom. Lynt’s valet Tino sat at a nearby teaching desk, organizing papers. Fenn and Roy stood behind a large ornate desk in a back corner of the class, far from Lynt. Fenn waved and flirted with ease at whoever noticed him. Roy radiated his usual aura of calm benevolence.

When Roy noticed his younger sister, he smiled at her with affection. Upon seeing Carla, Roy’s expression brightened. Carla and Roy exchanged secret grins, faintly blushing.

“I saw that Carla,” Sherry chuckled merrily as they took their seats.

Lynt’s lesson was on transformation magic. As Lynt’s lecture went on, students went in pairs to present recently completed projects on transformation magic to Fenn and Roy. Towards the end of class, Sherry and Carla shuffled to Fenn and Roy’s desk, the last pair to present.

“We save the best for last, don’t we Roy?” Fenn purred, twirling a pen in his hands.

“Of course, but I am biased in that regard,” Roy remarked, smiling.

“What do you have to demonstrate ladies?” Fenn tapped his pen on the desk.

Carla and Sherry grinned. The class project involved taking an everyday object—any object of the student’s choosing—and transforming its use with magic. The women dug into their pockets and placed two tubes of lipstick on the desk next to Roy’s lesson planner. Roy scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head in confusion. Fenn opened both tubes to reveal a deep pink for Sherry’s lipstick and a bright crimson for Carla’s. “While lipstick can transform the color of a person’s lips, that doesn’t count as magic,” quipped Fenn.

“It does if it is charmed Professor Fenn!” exclaimed Sherry. “A person who wears this lipstick can recall any kiss they give to another within the past 24 hours!”

“Recall a kiss?” inquired Roy. He examined the red lipstick intently. Sherry looked at the lipstick and gasped quietly. Sherry recognized the red lipstick as one Carla wore yesterday, having helped Carla get ready for her date. Fenn glanced at Sherry and Roy staring at the lipstick, putting the pieces quickly together. Fenn had seen Carla sprint from her room yesterday wearing the same shade of red on her lips. Fenn smirked at Roy, knowing the possibilities for mischief were immense.

“Well ladies, let’s test this charm of yours right now!” Fenn leaned over the desk, preening. “I have two cheeks, one for each of you!”

Carla rolled her eyes at Fenn’s antics, but was surprised at Roy’s lack of comment at them. Roy continued to stare at the red lipstick, transfixed. Putting that observation aside, Carla took a piece of paper from her pocket and gave it to Sherry. Sherry reached for the pink lipstick and put in on her lips, pressing her lips on the paper.

“Your right hand, gentlemen. Roy? Roy! Did you hear me?” Sherry asked, raising her voice.

“Oh, my apologies Sherry.” Roy tore his gaze from the red lipstick with a start and held out his hand. Sherry placed her lipstick smeared paper on the back of the princes’ hands.

“Now, focus on your hand,” declared Carla.

Sherry pictured the sensation of her lips kissing the paper. Roy and Fenn gasped as they felt the brush of invisible lips touch their hand. A small smile appeared on Roy’s face as he looked at Carla.

“Roy, I can recall your sister’s kiss! Hehe!” Fenn cackled.

“No, Fenn, you’ll only feel it if Sherry recalls that kiss since she’s the one that gave it to you,” interjected Carla. “And it only lasts a day.”

“How vexing. Well, in that case, Treasure let’s see what your lipstick is like,” Fenn crooned. “Oh, don’t glare at me Roy,” Fenn continued playfully as Roy’s eyes narrowed. “Carla’s portion of the project has to be evaluated as well.”

“Your particular evaluation is not required nor appreciated—“

“Professor Fenn, it appears Tino is in need of assistance.” Sherry interrupted Roy and gestured to the front of the classroom. Lynt had fallen asleep in a reclining chair next to his lectern, having decided to not bother finishing his lesson. The class giggled and pleaded to a frantic Tino to let the notoriously sleepy prince rest.

“I think my brother can finish evaluating our assignment, don’t you?” Sherry turned to Fenn with a cheerful grin. Fenn raised his eyebrows. “Someone needs to finish the lesson for the rest of the class or wake Lynt up,” Sherry reasoned. “Roy mentioned to me earlier you helped create Lynt’s lesson plan, so you’re best equipped for this task, no?”

Fenn grumbled a bit. “Princess, how I looked forward to Carla’s evaluation!” Fenn sighed. “You are, unfortunately, correct.”

Roy’s eyes widened as he realized how shrewdly Sherry manipulated the situation. He silently mouthed thank you to Sherry. “Have fun you two,” Sherry tittered. “But not too much fun, brother.”

“Fun? Sherry, what do you mean by—“ Carla looked questioningly at Sherry.

“Roy will enlighten you, I’m sure Treasure!” Fenn laughed as he and Sherry left. Carla and Roy were all but alone now.

Carla walked around the desk to stand next to Roy, wanting to be near him. His jacket smelled faintly of yellow tea leaves, honey, and, Carla was pleased to note, roses from her perfume. Breathing in their mingled scent reminded Carla of their previous evening together—his hands roaming her curves, his fervent kisses caressing her neck and breasts, his whispered honeyed words. Unconsciously, Carla reached for his hand, her thumb tracing small circles in his palm. She gazed at him lovingly.

“I shall blush if you stare at me so.” Roy smiled crookedly at her. “Do you tempt me on purpose Heartspell?” Roy glanced down at their joined hands.

“Oh—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—I know we’re in class and—“ Carla began to pull her hand away. Roy strengthened his grip on her retreating fingers.

“Please don’t pull away,” he murmured gently. “All will be well. As far as the others are aware, you and I are simply discussing a class project.”

“But your admirers will see us.” Carla turned her head to the front of the class where Lynt continued to sleep. The students, including those in Roy’s fan club, begged Fenn and Sherry to allow Lynt his rest. “I shouldn’t have—“

“Let them see. After last night, it should be perfectly clear you are mine. And I am yours. Only yours.” Roy’s golden eyes sparkled. “But,” he said in a low voice, “perhaps you require a reminder of that important fact.” He removed his hand from Carla’s grasp and reached for her lipstick.

“I believe you wore this shade yesterday.”

Carla looked at the lipstick, realization dawning on her. She was so frantic to ensure she made it to Roy’s room in time for their date yesterday she put on the wrong lipstick. Carla recognized the teasing smirk Roy wore—it was one rarely seen outside the privacy of their chambers.

“N-no, no I didn’t! I-I wore a brown lipstick!” Carla lied.

“I remember everything from last night. Everything. You wore lipstick that matched your eyes, crimson eyes that entranced me so.”

“Have you forgotten our time together so quickly? We cannot have that.” Roy placed the lipstick back on the desk and leaned close, his face inches from Carla’s. “Let’s have a…hands on lesson to remind you, shall we?”

“Roy! We’re in class!” Carla whispered frantically, her pulse racing.

“An imprecise choice of words. My apologies.” Roy picked up his lesson planner and stepped two paces back from Carla. He briefly glanced ahead to ensure the rest of the class was still focused on Lynt. With a playful grin, Roy imagined the first kiss they exchanged yesterday. Carla gasped, bringing a hand to her lips as she felt the sensation of Roy’s lips on hers.

“How…how are you doing that Roy?”

“You seem to enjoy it.”

“That’s beside the point! You did not wear that lipstick!” Roy’s smirk widened as a blush blossomed on Carla’s cheeks.

“Your lipstick transferred to me when we kissed yesterday, did it not?” Roy’s countenance returned to his usual serene mask, but with an unmistakeable undercurrent of hunger.

“Sherry did tell us to have fun,” chuckled Roy. “And since it would be improper to kiss you like I would prefer…this will have to do.” A series of invisible feather-like kisses touched Carla’s lips, making her sigh with contentment.

“Things have only just started, you know.” Roy’s voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes glimmered mischievously. He pictured the first kiss he placed on Carla’s neck, vividly remembering how she clung to him, wrapping her legs around the small of his back as they merged against the door of his room. Carla swallowed thickly, the lack of actual physical contact making each interaction more charged. She felt another invisible kiss being sucked on the other side of her neck. Other students apply themselves with integrity to their work. And here I am trying not to moan.

Carla looked at Roy with upturned glossy eyes as his invisible kisses ventured further down, past her neck and collarbone. Roy heard the tremor in Carla’s voice as her breathing became heavier and more ragged. He was completely entranced by her pleading expressions, the sounds she tried to hide, the way he could pleasure her with a mere thought. None of these actions were the manner in which a prince should behave in, but in that moment Roy didn’t care. And the look on Carla’s face said she didn’t care either.

Carla pressed her lips firmly together before Roy could go further, trying her best to glare at him. Roy chuckled quietly.

“I apologize, my love. This situation inspires me to do mischief.”

“You don’t look very apologetic, Roy.” Carla found this side of Roy glorious, in spite of herself.

“And you don’t look disappointed in my evaluation.” His golden eyes glittered as if eminating their own light. “When I am with you, I am nothing but a man who needs to show my love for you.” He then murmured to himself. “I wonder if you would dare be so bold with me.” Oh stars. Did I just say that out loud? Roy’s cheeks grew hot at his admission.

Does he doubt how much I love him? Carla pushed down her bashfulness, wanting to convey her desire for him. And give Roy a taste of his own medicine. “Be careful what you wish for, my prince,” Carla purred. She sauntered around the other side of the desk, grabbing the red lipstick, eyes never leaving Roy. Licking her top lip, Carla visualized one of her kisses with Roy. Roy’s body stiffened as something touched him. His hand grazed his face as he felt invisible kisses tracing his jawline. He gasped as he felt a nip at his bottom lip.

Carla smiled, feeling emboldened, a hum of satisfaction escaping her lips. “I intend to be very thorough, professor.” Carla twirled the tube of lipstick between her fingers before putting it back on the desk. “I’ll show you how much last night meant to me. It might be more than what you felt.”

How can she be so alluring and adorable at once? Roy fixed her with a smoldering stare, heart pounding at her words. “You have always been…diligent in your studies.”

“Indeed.” Carla pictured running the flat of her tongue up the side of his neck, sucking a sensitive spot above his collar bone. Roy clinched his hands, dropping his lesson planner on the desk. Creator have mercy, this feels wonderful. Roy locked eyes with Carla, a sweet ache spreading through his body.

“What was that, Roy?” Carla temporarily stopped, smirking. “I won’t know how well my evaluation is going if you don’t speak up.” Roy’s breath was ragged as he tried to prevent himself from moaning aloud.

“Carla…you’re…doing well.” Almost too well.

Carla pictured her lips trailing past Roy’s neck, down his chest and points lower. Roy’s face glowed with a light flush as he panted.

“Carla, if you go any lower, I might…”

“Enough. Only I am allowed see that,” Carla laughed quietly. “Come here for something that isn’t imagined.” Carla leaned forward over the desk. Roy leaned towards Carla in turn. As their faces got closer—

“So, do we get full marks for our assignment, brother?” Carla and Roy froze as they heard Sherry and Fenn approaching them. Class had been dismissed once Lynt had woken up. Carla and Roy sprung apart from one another, flushing.

“Um, y-yes Sherry. Well done.” Roy smiled awkwardly.

“Your brother certainly has a full mark right now!” Fenn smirked. Roy groaned quietly. “You can thank Sherry for directing people to use the classroom side door to avoid your… evaluation you two.”

Sherry snickered, making Roy groan louder. Taking pity on her brother, Sherry walked to an embarrassed Carla. Sherry grabbed her pink lipstick from the desk and tugged on Carla’s arm, leading her out of class.

“So, Carla, how thorough was brother’s evaluation?”

“Sherry!” Carla hid her face in her hands. However, in a small voice, Carla said, “Not as thorough as mine.” Sherry’s giggles echoed as they left the room. Fenn turned to Roy, whose face was still pink-cheeked. Roy was smiling at the retreating pair, lost in thought.

“You should wear that expression more Roy. It suits you.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Don’t plaster one of your fake smiles,” Fenn huffed. He then perked back up. “I’m thrilled to not be the only tease among us. Imagine the fun you, me, and Treasure could have!”

“I’m afraid we must decline your invitation,” Roy intoned, trying to regain his composure.

“Oh fine! Then at least allow me to give you and Treasure time continue where you left off a moment ago.” Fenn lifted his eyebrows suggestively and looked at Roy’s lesson planner laying on the desk. “I’ll teach your next class.”

Roy was stunned at Fenn’s offer. “But why—“

“Because the Roy I saw a moment ago was a lot more entertaining than the so-called perfect prince.” He shook his head as he stared at Roy.

“Did you think last night would be enough to sate you?” Fenn appeared incredulous. “My, you are new to this. But,” Fenn laughed and whispered in Roy’s ear, “it was quite clear Treasure was captivated by your performance. And you with hers. And I’m not referring just to your evaluation today.”

“What do you mean by—“

“As you have often reminded me, voice travels through the shared wall of our rooms. Especially without a sound-proof spell.” Fenn’s mouth quirked as Roy’s eyes widened.

“Surely you are mistaken, Master Fenn.”

Fenn placed one of his hands on the desk with an audible thump. He began slowly and rhythmically slapping his hand on the desk, palm to fingertips.

“Oh Roooy…” Fenn gasped quietly. “Yes…yes…”

“Heartspell, sweet Heartspell…”. Fenn’s voice grew louder. His hand smacked the desk faster. “Don’t stop…”. With his other hand, Fenn slightly parted Roy’s jacket collar, revealing his bruised neck. “I see Carla marked you extensively.”

“I’m surprised your door is still on its hinges,” Fenn chuckled. His hand hit the desk with greater speed.

“Did you even make it to the bed the first go around?” Roy’s eyes were big as saucers, cheeks enflamed. “Treasure’s reason for wearing a dress with such high neckline is obvious.” Fenn leaned to Roy’s ear and murmured, “You…savored her all night, yes? I presume so, given the moans I heard yesterday.” Roy’s eyes lowered to Fenn’s rapidly moving hand on the desk. “I imagine your marks on Carla are even more extensive.”

Fenn’s hand suddenly stopped moving on the desk. His lavender eyes gleamed at Roy with utter enjoyment. “Consummate prince indeed.”

Roy took a step back from Fenn. Hexes and Heavens. Is it possible to die of embarrassment more than once in a day?

Yes.

“I-I must apologize for—“

“Don’t bother. I’m glad your mouth is capable of more than vacant smiles.” Fenn took the lesson planner from the desk. “As an ally to you both, let me do this for you. Unless you need a third person to join your festivities—“

Roy’s eyes flashed. “No, thank you. We are quite satisfied as it is.”

“Quite satisfied, Roy. So I heard repeatedly.”

Creator help me. He is relentless.

“That expression of yours is wonderful! I thought only Treasure’s cheeks could turn that shade of red.” Fenn’s shoulders shook with laughter. “You’re a poet and a tease for Treasure, but as straitlaced as ever for me. What a pity. I figured there must be a reason Treasure adores you as she does.”

“You think she adores me?” Roy hadn’t meant to ask Fenn that, but the words slipped out.

“A blind person could see she loves you. It practically oozes from her. The same applies to you dear Roy, though you try to hide it. Lately, you haven’t hidden it well.” Fenn held up a hand as Roy began to interject. “That’s a good thing Roy.” Fenn’s voice was calm, without a hint of joke to it.

Roy stood stunned. For all of Fenn’s typical joking manner, he was adept at reading people and offering advice when he chose to do so. His words rang sincere.

“I…thank you Fenn.”

It was not Fenn’s way to leave things on a sentimental note. “If you don’t hide your inclinations concerning Carla like you did today though, your reputation will become as good as mine.” Roy smiled wryly. Fenn picked up the tube of lipstick Carla left laying on the desk. “Would Treasure mind if I borrowed this? I have a date tonight.”

“I am sure she won’t mind.” Roy’s mouth lifted slightly as he added, “Thanks to you, Carla and I will not be needing it today.” Fenn laughed whole-heartedly, clutching his sides. Roy bowed, leaving the classroom to locate Carla. A few moments later, Fenn’s valet Violet entered the classroom, marching straight to Fenn.

“Fenn!” Violet smacked his shoulder. “I just saw Prince Roy. What did you say to him? He looked positively shame-faced. And yet oddly pleased.”

“We were merely chatting. He and Treasure had quite the evening in his chambers from what I heard in my room yesterday.”

“How would you have heard that Fenn?” Violet glared at the Luxurian prince. “You were out drinking with me and Lance all night in town!”

“Ah, yes,” Fenn smirked. “I must have forgotten to tell Roy that.”

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yurinashiba · 2 years

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voltage-vixen · 1 year

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#kissed by the baddest bidder #mitsunari baba #kbtbb baba #voltage inc #love 365 find your story #voltage screenshots #spoilers #kbtbb smut

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Mafia's Mistress | N. R

Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

Mafia Boss!Natasha Romanoff x CivilianYounger!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), Blood, Gore, Angst, Fluff, So much Smut (BDSM, Daddy kink, strap-on use, rough sex, Punishments, oral, use of sex toys, multiple orgasm, overstimulation)

A/N: It's me again! My sweet Baby is almost 2 years old now, so it's time for something new. How about 365 days? Only...better? AND with a Woman? 🧎🏻‍♀️

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one night only | cl16

charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: when the miami grand prix comes around, charles books a hotel room.

word count: 3,263

warnings: 18+ content MDNI!! mentions of cheating (don’t do it), cursing, charles is a player but you’re down bad (who isn’t), this is my first time writing smut so enjoy!

special thank you to @venusacrossthestars for being my beta reader, ily bestie <3

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unknown number: Our hotel. 10:30. Your keycard is at the front desk.

It was like clockwork. Every weekend of the Miami Grand Prix, you always ended up with a keycard in your hand. When Monday came, you woke up, showered, and took the tiny bottle of shampoo that you used with you when you left. It went in a shoebox under your bed to remind yourself not only of your mistakes, but of each and every night you spent forgetting them in the arms of the biggest mistake himself— Charles Leclerc.

It’s happened twice now. You hardly remembered the first, barring a joke you made about whether or not you needed to sign a NDA. Charles had silenced you by backing you up against the locked door and pressing heated kisses to your jaw, lips moving down your neck as you pulled him closer. He was excited that weekend— he’d taken P2, and it was thanks to the celebration he partook in at the club that he met you.

You were a bartender for the VIP section at a club near the track. It was easy work, if you didn’t mind all the flirting and catcalling. You were never one to be affected by it; you knew they were all either drunk beyond recognition, or would be by the end of the night. You loved your job. You also loved your boyfriend, whose shift you’d picked up that night.

But then Charles Leclerc, Scuderia Ferrari’s golden boy, sat down at the bar. Your bar.

After that weekend, you didn’t have a boyfriend. How could you, when every time he kissed you, you saw a certain Monegasque behind your closed eyelids? When every time he touched you, you imagined different hands caressing your skin?

You’ve always prided yourself in being a strong, independent woman, but when it came to the Formula One driver, all your inhibitions went out the window, and your pride with them. So you tried not to get attached to him. You were perfectly happy to be the annual hookup, to let yourself go for one night out of the 365 that came in a year. You didn’t need to get to know him, you didn’t need to learn more about the sport; you didn’t even need to kiss him on the mouth.

You didn’t.

So why were the words “our hotel” making your heart race every time you read over the text from his unsaved number?

You thought about responding, but in the end, you settled for liking the message, just like you did the last time he texted you. It had been his idea to keep this up in the first place, anyway.

2021.

“Where’re you going?” He was half awake, sleep fading quickly from his eyes when he took in the sight of you with your hand on the doorknob.

“I was leaving… unless you changed your mind about that NDA?” You quipped.

“That’s as funny as it was last night,” he groaned, stretching out and pushing the blankets off his body.

Ahh, last night. He’d put his boxers back on before falling asleep, but they didn’t really leave much to the imagination. Especially because it was all so fresh in your mind. The way he looked– hair mussed after all the times your hands had run through it, golden skin against the crisp, white hotel sheets, the red scratch marks on his back… Yeah, it was a miracle that you didn’t launch yourself back into the bed right then and there. You still dreamt about it sometimes, the way he looked so ethereal in the early morning sunlight streaming through the curtains.

“Are you going to continue to mock my sense of humor, or can I be on my way?” Your throat was so dry.

“I’ll be back in the area next year.” He didn’t offer any explanation— it was Charles Leclerc. He didn’t have to.

You fished out the piece of paper you’d scrawled your number on earlier before promptly stuffing it into your pocket in a moment of retrospection. Hell bent on leaving the room before you acted on the impulse to get on top of him again, you tossed it onto the nightstand.

“Make sure I can tell it’s you.” It was the last thing you said to him before you finally made it out the door.

Now, you read over his text again as you climbed the steps to the VIP section of the club. Our hotel. You were going to need some liquid courage if you were going to fuck him tonight.

A solid perk of your job was free access to the VIP section when you weren’t working, and in times like these you were most definitely going to take advantage of it. A couple shots were all you needed to take the edge off, and you downed them in quick succession before checking the time- 10:10. You were cutting it close, but the closer it got to 10:30, the antsier you became. You decided to linger for five more minutes, and called for another round.

“You okay?” One of your coworkers asked from behind the bar as he filled the shot glasses in front of you. “You look a little nervous.”

You laughed, waving him off. “I’m fine. Now leave me alone so I can enjoy my drinks, will you?”

He flipped you off good naturedly before turning to his other customers.

With another shot down, you took out your phone, the text still front and center on the display. You swiped it away, instead opening up the search engine. Against your better judgment, you typed the sentence you’d been restraining yourself from searching up all day long: miami gp 2024 results.

The first thing you saw was his name. CHARLES LECLERC WINS 2024 MIAMI GRAND PRIX.

You fought the urge to smile, quickly grabbing your fourth and final shot and tipping it back. Ironically, the burn of the whiskey sobered you up a little as you gazed at the picture showcasing his beaming face and dimpled cheeks, both hands lifting the first place trophy high in the air. You made the mistake of bringing up the race (or lack thereof) the last time you saw him, and since then you’d made an effort to try and avoid anything to do with F1.

2022.

“Disqualified? I mean, it’s shit!” You exclaimed heatedly as you wiped down the bar. Your phone was burning a hole in your pocket, making your stomach squirm with excitement every time you remembered the text.

Same hotel. 10:30. There’s a keycard at the front desk. No NDA. You had giggled at that last bit, and if you’d completely given up on your morals then you might have fallen in love with him for remembering the joke that he didn’t even crack a smile at last year. You’d practiced some French, and you paid attention to news about the Miami Grand Prix, but you hadn’t given up on your morals. You weren’t going to fall for and pursue the guy you only saw once a year.

The French was simply because you wanted to brush up on your rusty high school skills. As for the news… well, you were in the area. Everyone was paying attention to the news.

“I didn’t realize you cared so much.” Your coworker replied, an eyebrow cocked at your reaction to what the reporter was saying on the TV.

“I don’t care, I just think it’s stupid.” You backpedaled, trying to sound more casual than you did a second ago, especially when Charles appeared on the screen looking nothing short of dead inside and your heart began to beat a little faster. “Everyone should be able to race.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the FIA for you.” One of your patrons grumbled, thumbing through his wallet and producing two five dollar bills. “Thanks, guys.”

“You keep that,” you shoved both bills into your coworker’s hand after the customer was out of earshot. “I have to go.”

You changed at the speed of light in the VIP bathroom before going to the hotel. You showed the clerk your ID, collected the keycard, entered the room, and promptly made a fool of yourself.

“I heard about the disqualification on the news…” You trailed off when you were met with a glare, not necessarily towards you but rather the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” Was all he said before he practically manhandled you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as you bounced back on the mattress. “When I’m with you, I don’t want to talk about work. I don’t want to talk at all.”

“Okay,” you agreed quietly, any other words dying in your throat as he hurriedly pushed your dress up past your stomach and immediately started kissing every inch of newly exposed skin.

When he reached the apex of your thighs, he looked up at you. “The only thing I want to hear you say for the rest of the night is my name, understand?”

He’d grabbed your hands and put them in his hair that night, right as he had you seeing stars courtesy of his head between your legs. You dreamt about that, too. A lot. You always woke up sweating, in desperate need of a certain type of relief that only he could give you.

You were thinking about last year again as you walked through the revolving doors into the hotel lobby, the shots of whiskey making your veins thrum with excitement.

The way he had whined when you pulled his hair.

The way he smirked at you as he crawled back up your body, so full of himself and so damn sexy.

You found yourself wondering what he’d be like tonight after winning the race as you gave your name to the clerk at the front desk, hoping she wouldn’t comment on how flushed you looked. She asked to see your ID, then handed the keycard over. Room 24. You were there in moments. He always booked a room on the third floor. As you walked down the hallway, you were vaguely aware of the fact that, against your will, this had become something of a routine.

You and Charles Leclerc. One night only.

For three years in a row.

You hadn’t even bothered to dress up this time— your clothes wouldn’t be staying on very long, anyway.

You were glad to see that you’d gotten there first when you opened the door, pocketing the keycard as the door swung shut behind you. There was no point in looking around the room; you knew the layout like the back of your hand. Eventually, you drew your attention to the view out of the large window, moving the curtain out of your way to admire the view of the Miami night. You tried imagining what everyone else was doing at that exact moment to distract yourself, but your mind kept going back to Charles.

Charles, Charles, Charles. Just thinking about him made your heart knock against your chest, and you were in the middle of mentally berating yourself for it when you heard the door opening and Charles himself walked in, the trophy you saw him holding in the picture still in his hand.

“Hey,” you greeted him, nerves adding a slight shake to your voice.

He gave you a soft smile in return, setting the trophy down on the nightstand and adjusting it slightly.

You remembered how he reacted the last time you mentioned his job, but this had to be different. Besides, it felt wrong not to acknowledge it when the trophy was literally sitting right there.

“Congrats— or, actually, félicitations on the win,” you said, dropping the curtain back and stepping closer to get a better look at the trophy. “Much better result than last year.”

“You’re not kidding.” He scoffed, taking his hat off and tossing it on the other side of the nightstand. “You know French?”

“A little.”

He had changed out of his race suit, but when you stood next to him you could still smell the champagne.

“Think you’ll be in the running for the championship?” You asked casually, even though you knew that he was in a great position already and was most definitely in the running for the championship.

You tried to avoid Formula One. You just weren’t all that successful.

He gave you a look, like he was trying to get in your head and figure out when you’d started paying attention. “I hope so,” he finally answered. “This could be the year.”

“I hope so too.” A pause. “Would it be overstepping if I said I was proud of you?”

This brought a real smile to his face, his dimples seeming even more prominent than they did in the photo. “Not at all. It’s actually really nice… hearing that from you.”

The usual initial awkwardness had finally faded away, and you knew what was going to happen next. You wished you could sit down with him and listen to him retell every moment of his triumphant race, but you couldn’t.

That’s what girlfriends do. Not hookups. You were perfectly fine with being a hookup, and you would continue to repeat it to yourself until you believed it again.

To mask your disappointment, you reached out and gently took his hand. His palm was warm under your touch as you pulled him close. “How about we celebrate that first place, hmm?”

The two of you moved like a well oiled machine, even after not seeing each other in a year.

He always tried to kiss you. You always turned your head at the last second. If he was disappointed, he never showed it, instead focusing on getting you underneath him. Not that he had to try very hard.

Charles had a way of making you forget. With every brush of his fingers against your bare skin, every press of his lips at your collarbone, you slipped away from reality more and more, until the only things that mattered were you, him, and the hotel room. Nothing existed outside of the four walls you were within, and how could you care right now? You couldn’t, not when he had already gotten you out of your shirt and bra and his hand was gently taking hold of your breast. He was taking his time, studying your every move in response to his own. His thumb brushed across your nipple just enough for your breath to catch in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your parted lips.

“Yeah, baby, I know,” he murmured, ego clearly inflated by the fact that the slightest touch from him still had you reacting this way, and you wished more than anything that you could kiss that stupid smirk off his face.

“I thought we were supposed to be celebrating,” you managed to say as his thumb continued its back and forth motion.

“This is me celebrating.” He paused, giving you a pointed look. “Is this not good enough for you?”

You bit your tongue, chest rising and falling as you squirmed underneath him due to the sudden lack of stimulation. “I-I just—”

“What? Utilise tes mots, chérie. Je sais que tu peux.” Use your words, dear. I know you can.

You took a breath, then looked directly into his stunning green eyes as you reached up, grabbed his wrist, and pushed his hand down. “Je te veux ici, Charles.” I want you here.

He cursed lowly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment when he heard you speaking French back to him. “You said you only knew a little.”

“Just the important stuff,” you teased, eyes traveling down from his bare chest to his fingers as he tugged your underwear off.

The rest of his clothes followed, and he didn’t waste any time rolling on a condom and pushing himself into you, a punched breath leaving his lips once he was fully seated inside you. “Thought about this all day,” he said, large hands running over your naked body. “Couldn’t wait to see you.”

“You can’t say that kind of shit to me, Charles.” You sighed, your eyes closed as you adjusted to him.

“Why not?”

“Because it messes with my head,” you admitted.

“I mean it, though.”

“Did you mean to say ‘our hotel’ too?” You opened your eyes now, the burning question finally about to be answered.

“It is, don’t you think?” He asked, and then he started to move; slowly, tantalizingly.

“Shit. I can’t think when I’m with you.”

You couldn’t talk after that, not when he was making you feel so good. You could only wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer and marking his neck wherever your lips landed. You shouldn’t have, and he should have stopped you, but neither of you cared. Every lewd noise coming from his mouth made you feel hotter and hotter, and just when you thought you were going to burst into a ball of flames, he started talking.

“I want you to look at yourself,” he instructed breathlessly, maneuvering you so he was now laying on his side behind you… and you were staring right into your own eyes in the shiny surface of his first place trophy. “See how beautiful you look when I fuck you.”

You gasped, eyes rolling back, bringing your arm back so your hand could find a home in his hair again. You watched through the trophy as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin and arm tightening around you as he picked up his pace.

“Charles, I—”

“Mhmm,” he moaned in your ear, his hand slipping back between your legs when he felt you tightening around him. “Go on, baby, let go for me.”

You didn’t need to learn more about Formula One, but you had. You didn’t need to know more about Charles Leclerc, but you wanted to. You didn’t need to kiss him on the mouth. But your mind was hazy, and you wanted to know how his lips felt on yours. You wanted it so bad that, when the both of you had come back down to earth, you didn’t fight it when he leaned in and captured your lips with his. He kissed you deeply, rolling you onto your back against the pillows. You felt his hand against your cheek, and as you opened your mouth for him you tangled your fingers with his.

You weren’t stupid. You knew that things wouldn’t change.

And they don’t.

You still wake up before him in the morning. You still shower. You still put your clothes back on. You still trade parting words with each other, and you don’t hear from him for another year. You still take the shampoo bottle and put it in your shoebox when you get home, ignoring the ache between your legs the whole while.

Nothing changes.

Except now, you’ve spent a year knowing what it’s like to kiss him. You know how easily your lips mold together, how you would happily spend your one night with him doing nothing but kissing him.

And when the text lights up your phone, a thrill shoots through you.

CL16: Our hotel. 10:00. You know where to find your keycard. 😉

Maybe, somehow, you can find a way to keep your morals and be in love with Charles Leclerc at the same time.

note: well, here it is— after two+ years, i have made my long awaited return to posting fics on tumblr. i’ve done it in style by posting 18+ content for the first time; i hope it wasn’t too cringy to read. i don’t know what came over me, but here we are. thank you so much for reading.

requests are OPEN, and my inbox is always open for comments, criticism, and conversation! feel free to pop in!

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

also, i’ve been out of high school for almost three years now, so i greatly apologize if the french is bad or incorrect.

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berry-hwa · 2 years

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HELP

so I'm honestly a little tempted to post my (almost) one year old fic on ao3...since I have nothing else to post and the fic I started is nowhere near finished??? Its been months😭

anywho I mean should I??? It might be a little cringy and my writing now is definitely better than it was then but idk im indecisive sooo I'll probably still post it but I do wonder if anyone will even be interested ☺️ so here i am lol😍😍

#kissed by the baddest bidder #its bl btw...#and smut. lots of it. kinda.#bl because there's not enough of it👹and i dont really write y/n fics...#also i put in EFFORT. in the first chapter #my google history was full of synonyms #AND IM. SO PROUD OF IT. EVEN THOUGH MY WRITING HAS CHANGED IMMENSELY.#anyway more tags lol #kbtbb #kbtbb fanfic #love 365 #love 365: find your story #voltage inc

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thelargefrye · 10 months

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CARNAGE : HOW MONSTER!TEEZ FUCKS YOU … mature head canons

pairing : monster!ateez x f!reader

genre : monster au, mature, head canons

word count : 1k

warnings : language, mentions of cannibalism / human eating monsters

smut warnings : monster cock!ateez, unprotected sex, oral, sensory deprivation, breeding kink, marking (scratching), slight auralism, temperature play, double penetration, aphrodisiac pheromones, strength kink (i think i got everything!)

notes : inspired by @atiny-piratequeen and her ataraxia universe! sorry for always tagging you fie, probably will tag you one more time when i get the actual first chapter out

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie also thank you for helping with deciding on what monster each member should be

how each monster!teez boys fucks you, as you have jointed down in your recent book on monsterfucking. please note that this is written as if you would find notes for a book or something!

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ GORGON!HONGJOONG

DO NOT MAKE DIRECT EYE CONTACT WITH HIM!! – make sure their blindfold or yours stays on at ALL TIMES.

mostly fucks like any other human

no out of the ordinary autonomy; however, he does benefit greatly from sensory deprivation from his blindfold he always wears.

switching up and wearing a blindfold inside also heightens the other partners pleasure.

gorgons are not heavy into breeding and seem to not have any exact mating ritual or time compared to other monsters.

be careful when pulling his hair – the snakes bite!

also beware of them when a gorgon gives oral, snakes will also nip at your thighs... feels like being pinched... more annoying than anything.

forked-tongue. feels amazing. snakes still pinch though...

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ KING GHIDORAH!SEONGHWA

not a dragon... but note he has several dragon-like qualities.

please note the hair color seonghwa has before proceeding with sex... they each have slightly different qualities but are generally the same overall

pink haired one is more lazy – you will do better at doing the work for the two of you.

black haired one feels the need to be in charge.

i think it's cause he is the middle head. does best performing oral and going rough.

blond haired one is the softer lover of the three.

eye contact is a must with him.

do NOT try to assert dominance over any of them! they do not like it!!

has a breeding kink it seems like it, but i don't think he will admit to it... will growl if teasing about being breed.

seonghwa is the largest monster in the book... standing at around 15,880 centimeters in his monster form and 365 centimeters in humanoid form.

cock is large, prepping yourself is key to taking him

only one of his kind... will find more about origins later on...

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ BANSHEE!YUNHO

banshees are moaners, very loud whether topping or bottoming

have sharp claws that will rip clothing

they will also leave marks on skin... does not hurt too bad unless gone feral.

like the gorgons, no out of the ordinary autonomy

however male banshees appear to be rarer and larger than female ones

yunho stands at around 213 centimeters... taller than hongjoong and any human... same height as mingi.

talks a lot during sex... will tell you what he wants to do and what he will do

voice is very soothing... helps you relax similar to wooyoung's pheromones

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ PHOENIX!YEOSANG

BEWARE! PHOENIX IS GUARDED BY A GUMIHO!

yeosang's body temperature is hotter than a normal humans.

temperature play seems to be a big thing... unsure if yeosang can control his body temp... will find out more about this later

will tease you and loves edging

phoenix performs well with his fingers and tongue... will have to do it again soon

has also displayed traits of breeding... however phoenixes do not breed normally

yeosang in his phoenix form is around 1,188 centimeters and his humanoid form is 274 centimeters

performing oral is the best way to make his submit

will be tag teamed with the gumiho – double penetration

special note: was gifted one of his feathers... reason unknown.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ DULLAHAN!SAN

san stands at around 182 centimeters... around an average human male height

he removed his head to perform oral while his body fucked throat

deep-throating, will feel cock in your throat

will fuck on horseback... rather scary... would recommend trying it once

loves to grope... will grope every part of you if you let him

loves to be close when fucking... san is a very loving partner

dullahans are also very loyal?? now san kind of patrols around the area near the cottage... interesting.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ FAERIE!MINGI

BEWARE!! FAERIES WILL ATTEMPT TO EAT YOU IF YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!!

they love challenges so if you want to fuck one, make it a game

mingi says faeries vary in height and he is one of the more taller ones... some of them can be as small as 91 centimeters

rather unbelievable stamina and can go multiple rounds

mating press is the best position for mingi

have heard faeries have two cocks... will do more research on this

faeries also appear to have several mating rituals... make sure to not get mated to one! several fuck to mate and breed one person for life!

mingi has now decided to make camp in my living area... him and hongjoong get along quite well.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ PLANT MONSTER!WOOYOUNG

BEWARE!! MOST PLANT MONSTERS ARE MAN-EATING!!

wooyoung's monster form stands at around 609 centimeter while his human-looking form stands at 172 centimeters... same height as hongjoong

will use his vines as restraints

will also use vines to to fuck you – they vary in thickness

also produces aphrodisiac pheromones to calm his partner

his vines also produce a sort of liquid when he comes... makes your body slick with it

wonder what it taste like... maybe next time

wooyoung has also started a garden near the cottage where i found him... little plants that look like his monster form... will investigate further into this.

special note: has a lovely green hue over his skin in some areas

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ GUMIHO!JONGHO

BEWARE! THEY EAT HUMAN HEARTS AND LIVERS!

jongho's gumiho form is around 9,997 centimeters and 304 centimeters in his humanoid form

weakness to getting him to submit is to scratch behind his ears... very cute when submissive

likes to show off strength... be prepared to be moved around a lot in different positions

jongho is very protective of the phoenix, yeosang, will do anything to protect him... do not try to threaten the phoenix if you wish to keep your life!

special note: can seemingly materialize his tails at will... doesn't have more than two at a time unless trying to assert dominance.

will have to do more research on all of them again at a later date. will add new entries and notes as i gather more research.

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