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dropitpunk · 11 months

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luca and carmen berzatto both being into you

carmen berzatto x gn!reader x luca

warnings: suggestive content, they want you badly.

there's a pt.2!

it was well known by all the chefs that luca and carmen were in a constant ego competition in the kitchen.

you didn't have given it much thought until that competition extended to you.

luca was a good friend outside of work. he was warm and attentive to you when you needed support, always offering a shoulder to rest or kind words of encouragement if you felt like giving up. luca would tighten up your apron before starting your shift and rub your back in a comforting manner, making sure you had no worries about yourself.

you liked him a lot. and that still didn't change when you met carmen berzatto.

carmen was much more quiet and reserved, always focused on his work or having his face buried in a cooking book. his eyebrows were furrowed every time you would greet him, but you didn't take it to heart, carmen just seemed like an anxious person.

you didn't talk much, but he always helped you carry heavy ingredients and sharpen your knife along with his so you didn't have to do more work. carmen would tell you to be careful with the heat every once in a while, not wanting the chocolate cake in the oven to burn. he was very polite to you, and that was one of the reasons you couldn't understand why luca didn't like him.

"he's always trying to fuck me over. mess with me. try to get me to fail." luca would tell you all the time in the changing room, visibly distressed. you just didn't see it, keeping a good imagine of carmen in your head. your hands would find luca's shoulders, rubbing slowly while resting your chin on the top of his head. try to get me to fail in front of you, he wanted to say.

"maybe you just don't know him enough and he gave you the wrong impression." you carefully chose your words to not upset luca, missing the way his jaw clenched.

"and you do? you know him enough?" he spat, suddenly taking your hands off him and getting up, face close to yours. his breath was quick in your cheeks, eyes glowing in annoyance. you gulped, shaking your head in negative.

sighing, you looked at his lips and back to his eyes. chest full of worry and care for the man in front of you. "just try not to let it get to you, luc."

the next morning you came earlier to the restaurant to clear your head and focus on your new recipe, finding carmen already there.

it was just the two of you, and he caught you by surprise as he asked you if you already had breakfast.

"i made some pancakes for me, but i can put something together real fast if you don't like it." carmen said shyly and pointed to the plate with beautifully plated pancakes, dripping with the perfect amount of syrup and butter.

you smiled and his heart fluttered, you two ate in silence saved by your hums of delight and hushed praises.

luca and carmen were even more harsh to each other that day, arguing like children over pointless things in the kitchen.

"can you try this?" luca came to you with a spoon full of dessert and held it to your mouth, smiling when you nodded and welcomed it in your tongue.

your eyes widened, "this is really good, chef. great job."

luca was euphoric, going back to his station with your pleased expression in his mind. he didn't notice carmen watching him with a different look in eyes.

you were struggling with a jam jar, trying to get it open for minutes to finish your dish. too embarrassed to ask for help, you were grateful when you locked eyes with a familiar blue plair.

"here, let me help you." carmen dried his hands on his apron and took the jar out of your hands with an amused tiny smile, opening the lid with ease.

you couldn't help but look at his muscles straining against his pristine white shirt, tattoos on full display. his curls were falling in his eyes, and you suppressed the urge to reach out and brush it.

"thank you, carmy." you beamed and he nodded, looking around your station to see if there was anything else he could do to make his stay a bit longer.

after your shift ended, there was only you, carmen and luca left.

you three were cleaning the kitchen in a dreadful silence, air thick with tension.

"can someone bring me a broom?" you asked quietly. you could swear it was right by your side and now it was gone. both luca and carmen turned to you, getting up at the same time.

"i can get it." luca said through gritted teeth, making carmen roll his eyes.

"i'm faster than you, i'm getting it." carmen refuted and you sighed tiredly, getting up yourself.

i'm just gonna go get it." you left carmen and luca as they looked at you astonished, bickering and following you to the small broom closet after sharing a knowing smirk.

you entered it, luca and carmen mirroring it so they could help you in a childish competition to see who was faster.

"wait, just be careful not to..." you paused when you heard the click of the door closing. it was broken for ages and the chefs joked that one day someone was going to end up locked in there as it wouldn't open from the inside. you found it funny, but now you couldn't find your laugh.

"dumb fuckhead," carmen cursed and luca looked offended over your shoulder, absently pressing up against your back so he could point a finger at carmen.

"you pushed me and now you're pretending to be innocent!" luca exclaimed agitated and carmen came closer to you, chest glued to the front of your body so he could lower luca's finger himself.

luca reached over you to flick carmen's ear, his groin now rubbing against your ass. carmen held your waist to avoid it, the other hand trying to slap luca.

you were perfectly situated between the two, your face red and skin starting to sweat.

"guys, can we please try to get out of here?" that seemed to bring their attention, as they immediately looked at you. you stilled, looking at carmen's attentive eyes and feeling luca's hand on the other side of your waist.

"i'm sorry, it's just so cramped in here," luca said against your ear and you blinked quickly, missing the look he shared with carmen.

a finger was now finding the way under your shirt, slow and teasing.

"we will have to wait until someone finds us."

you didn't notice that right behind carmen was the same broom you thought mysteriously disappeared and made you three come to the closet, and you certainly didn't notice that over the past days luca and carmen had finally found something they both wanted, you.

a/n: i can continue this if you guys get any interested!

#the bear #carmen berzatto #luca the bear #luca x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #the bear imagine #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #will poulter x reader #will poulter #jeremy allen white

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kitchenwitchtingss · 10 months

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RECIPES I KEEP IN MY ONLINE KITCHEN WITCH JOURNAL #2

I love making these oh my gosh.

Why?

It's really fun

It's been a while since my last one

I get an excuse to try yummy recipes

You all are way too good at what you do

It's fun x2

Teas, Drinks, And Syrups

🍊 Orange Peel Tea 🍊

Violet Lemonade

Coconut Summer Drink

Dandelion Honey

The Best Hot Spiced Cider recipe you’ll ever try

Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell

Rose Lemonade Syrup

100-Year Garlic (Garlic Honey)

Fire Cider Spell for Winter Protection

Blackberry & Apple Jam

Witchy Recipes - Blackberry Lemonade

Baked Goods + Sweets

Prosperity Bread

Lavender Earl Grey Cookies

Easy Rosemary Focaccia Loaf for Love and Protection

Heavenly Lavender Scones

Honey Vanilla Peach Butter 🍑

Pumpkin Pie Dip 🎃

Vanilla-Pumpkin Cupcakes

Soups, Stews, And Dinners

Super simple secret potato soup

Forest Porridge

Heartwarming potato soup

Perfect Homemade Garlic Bread

Creamy vegetable soup

Springtime Soup

Stuffed Maple dijon glazed roasted butternut squash

Summertime stir fry

Sabbat Stuff

Litha Orange Honey Cake

Litha Thyme Chicken

Stuffed Apples for Mabon

Mabon Mug

Imbolc Pretzel wreath

Oatmeal Bread for Lughnasadh

Samhain Mulled Cider

Samhain Irish Apple Cake

Angel's Best

(my favorite recipe posts I've made over the years, plus backstories that sound like your grandmother's reminiscing over the past.)

LATE WINTER BUTTER ROLLS

My first post I ever made. I was pretty new to the tumblr community at the time. I loved kitchen witchcraft, and I'm the type of person who will ramble on about how much I love cooking and baking. This blog gave me an outlet to express my love of cooking, baking, paganism, and witcraft. And these rolls are very tasty, I make them to this day!

WITCHY TOMATO BASIL SOUP

Tasty, simple, and a crowd-pleaser. It's perfect for a beginner kitchen witch! It was also the second recipe I ever posted.

SWEET CREAM BUNS

It was a recipe given to me by one of my good friends at the time. Every time I make it, it gets devoured in less than 10 minutes. It was also my first recipe to get over 50 notes. I was shocked but ecstatic that so many people would even give it the time of day lol.

WITCHY THUMBPRINT COOKIES

These ones were just fun to make and delicious lol.

A WITCH��S COZY BUTTERNUT WINTER SOUP

A quick soup that feeds a lot of people during the fall season. Fall is my favorite season, so of course I'm very biased lol.

SAMHAIN PUMPKIN BREAD

I love pumpkin bread and apple cider... So why not combine the two? This one was definitely one of my favorites of all time. Moist pumpkin bread and chocolate chips have to be one of my favorite things on this planet. It also makes for the perfect gift for friends and family. Yummy!

ANGEL’S AWARD-WINNING LEMON POPPY SEED BREAD

I love dessert loaves of any kind, so naturally, this would be on the list lol.

MAPLE BUTTER COOKIES

Super simple comfort food! I love any time of cookie with brown sugar.

BRING ME POSITIVITY PECAN FRENCH TOAST BAKE

I love French toast, and I love positivity~

SAMHAIN SOUL CAKES RECIPE

These are really good! And traditional. If you celebrate Samhain, I recommend you make some soul cakes and have friends and family help decorate. I give the littles a bag of orange frosting and let them go crazy lol.

FEEL BETTER CHICKEN SOUP

One of my most recent is my witchy twist on chicken noodle soup!

#witches #kitchen witch #witchy #witch #magick #kitchen witch recipes #food #recipes #witchblr #kitchen magick #foodblogger #sabbats #litha #kitchen witch tips #modern witch #modern witchcraft

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makeitmingi · 2 months

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 30]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

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"Uncle Junghyun? What are you doing here?" You blinked in surprise, seeing the older male. The male looked up at you, standing up and hugging you. It took you a while to process that he was actually here before you hugged him back.

"You probably thought I was your dad, huh?" He elbowed you teasingly. You rolled your eyes.

"Dad will not come here without making a scene. Plus, he doesn't have the patience like yours to sit here and wait for me to be done with the morning shift." You scoffed.

"I hope you've had a snack." You raised an eyebrow as you took the seat across the table from him.

"Of course. I got a jam pastry. I knew you were the one who made it. And might I say, it is delicious." He chuckled.

"How did you know I made it?"

"It was one of your mother's favourite pastries. Of course, you would have her recipe in making it." He said. This brought you back to the conversation you had with your father last night.

"So, what did the old man do to make you leave without a goodbye last night?" He asked as you took the seat across the table.

"It's nothing. He just... was being dad... You know how he is." You looked away. How could you bring it up? There was nothing to bring up except for the fact that your father was bad in dealing with situations and that it was the first time you were hearing there were rumours you weren't your father's biological child.

"Hmm, secretive as ever." He smirked.

"Not that, I just don't think it's worth wasting time over. Every time I'm with him, we argue and fight. It's the same old story, we get under each other's skin." You sighed.

"I get it. Alright, let's talk about something else then." He said, eyes shifting to look at something else. You tilted your head in confusion.

"The tall one at the cashier, he's the one?" He asked, sipping the remainder of his coffee.

"How'd you know?" Your eyes widened, turning around to see Yunho standing by the counter. He was a bad actor, it was obviously he was trying to busy himself with something else.

"He was oddly defensive when I said I was a family member looking for you. And when I sat here, he kept glancing over with a mix of worry and curiosity. I have to say, he isn't very subtle with his spying." Your uncle chuckled.

"Uncle..."

"Don't worry, I won't mention him to your dad. Besides, your dad and I aren't as close as you think anymore." He said.

Yunho watched curiously. Seeing your relaxed form as you spoke to the man, he figured that he wasn't your father. After finishing the dinner preparation, Seonghwa came out.

"Oh, it's uncle Junghyun." He sighed in relief.

"That's her uncle?" Yunho turned to the oldest. Seonghwa nodded his head.

"Not blood related. But he's close with her dad, known each other since they were kids. They've been business partners since forever so (y/n) grew up seeing him often." Seonghwa explained.

"Oh, no wonder he's dressed so... nicely? I'm just glad that isn't her father or I may have to escort him out of here." Yunho tilted his head as he tried to describe the way your uncle was dressed. Seonghwa laughed and nodded his head in agreement. Suddenly, you stood up and waved Yunho over.

"Me?" He pointed at himself, surely you meant Seonghwa. But you nodded in confirmation and Yunho headed over.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jeong Yunho." He was quick to introduce himself without you saying anything, giving a deep, respectfuly bow as he held the man's hand with two hands.

"Relax, son. I'm Junghyun, (y/n)'s uncle." Junghyun chuckled.

"Right, since he introduced himself already. Yes, boyfriend, uncle." You gestured to each other.

Yunho's eyes widened and his ears turned bright red, this was the first time you directly called him the title of 'boyfriend' and it was to introduce him to someone else.

"Are you okay?" You turned to him, seeing him frozen.

"Y-Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. Junghyun let out an amused chuckle at Yunho's behaviour. Upon checking his watch, he stood up.

"I'll see you around, kiddo. Treat your boyfriend well." He hugged you, patting your head.

"I do treat him well. And every time you say you'll see me around, you never come visit. Then you suddenly appear like 2 years later. " You rolled your eyes but both males with you could tell that you were seriously disappointed.

"I'll try my best to come back more. But you're good on your own, I'm sure Yunho here will be of better support to you than I am." He gave you a fatherly smile.

"Yes, I'll always be with her." Yunho promised.

"That's not the point and you know it..." You mumbled. Junghyun smiled and cast a wave to Seonghwa before leaving.

With that, you and Yunho went to the kitchen to have more privacy. You were scheduled to leave to rest for the afternoon and Seonghwa was waiting for you to drive you home.

"I'll call you." Yunho said, hugging you in the locker room. You nodded and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Rest up." You squeezed his hand before taking your things and leaving with Seonghwa.

"Nap time!" You declared, making Seonghwa wince at your shout. He rolled his eyes and drove back to your house. You didn't expect Jongho and Wooyoung to be there. But now that you thought about it, it had been a while since they've been over. Even if it was only for a few hours.

You showered in your own shower, which Jongho used after. He snuck in, leaving Seonghwa and Wooyoung to argue over who uses the guest bathroom first.

"I won~" Wooyoung said as he dove under the covers beside you, knowing he was taking Seonghwa's spot.

"Who is this?" He lifted the stuffed toy.

"That's Yuyu, the golden retriever..." You coughed as you ended your sentence, looking away in slight embarrassment. While Wooyoung snickered, you snatched Yuyu and Yunnie away from him.

"Go sleep in the guest room." You rolled your eyes. Wooyoung shook his head like a small child.

"I highly doubt Seonghwa hyung will let you take his spot." Jongho said as he emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair.

"He snoozes, he loses." Wooyoung stuck his tongue out childishly. As if he heard the whole conversation, Seonghwa appeared at the door way with an eyebrow raised. He silently challenged Wooyoung. No one takes his spot.

"You can sleep on her other side." Wooyoung protested.

"Goodnight." Jongho patted your head and went to the guestroom, not wanting to waste time hearing Wooyoung whine to Seonghwa. He just wanted to sleep.

"You sleep on her other side. Better yet, sleep in the other room." Seonghwa said, grabbing Wooyoung's calf and pulling him out of bed.

"Yah~" Wooyoung whined from his spot on the floor. But Seonghwa couldn't care less, getting under the covers and fluffing his pillow.

"There's space in the guest room and the couch. Why do you guys insist on squeezing here?" You chuckled.

"I've been here since the start. I don't know about him." Seonghwa nodded over to Wooyoung. But Wooyoung was determined, he went to your other side, making you scooch to the middle of the bed, all the while holding Yuyu and Yunnie in your arms. He grinned and snuggled into your back.

"Set an alarm, please." You said to Seonghwa before closing your eyes to sleep.

But after sleeping in the middle of them, you couldn't stretch properly so you grabbed the two stuffed animals with you and retreated to the guest room to sleep with Jongho.

"Took you long enough." Jongho mumbled.

"Had to wait for them to fall asleep, didn't even flinch when I got up..." You murmured back.

"Mmm, get some rest." He patted your hip before pulling the blanket up to cover your properly and going back to sleep as well. You hummed, slowly falling asleep.

By the time you woke up, you had time to have a call with Yunho. You couldn't stay asleep long so you spent whatever time you had alone talking to him. Of course, you insisted that Yunho should use the time to sleep but he'd much rather talk to you.

"I'm fine, Yunho. I am glad that you got to meet my uncle Junghyun though, and vice versa. He's such a father figure in my life." You said to him, pacing up and down with the phone pressed to your ear.

"I'm glad I got to meet him too. He seems nice and really cares for you. You grew up with him?"

"I did. He was always around when I was younger, knew the whole family. He would let me get away with a lot more than my dad." You chuckled.

"But he doesn't stay in Korea?"

"Yeah, he travels a lot since he decided to settle down in that sort of business. Always meeting clients." You said.

"So he doesn't work with your father anymore? He seemed to not speak well of your father too, even if they are best friends."

"They don't work together anymore but I guess they're still friends. I don't know how he ever put up with my father... That's what I fought with my father at the gala the other night. He was being all accusatory towards my uncle. I guess that's why he stayed away and doesn't visit as often." You sighed.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I can tell that you were really close with your uncle. No matter what, your father shouldn't have let his own feelings break that bond you had..."

"It is what it is. Uncle Junghyun never addressed it to me either so I have no choice but to let it go." You sat down on the couch.

"I know it's easier said than done."

"Yeah. Are you sure you don't want to get some sleep, Yunho? You clocked in early with me this morning. Even if you don't want to sleep, I hope you're lying down." You said.

"Don't worry about me, (y/n). Remeber, I have infinite golden retriever energy? But just so you don't fret, I am lying down now."

"That's good." You smiled to yourself. You could just imagine the big grin on his face.

"I know this is coming up all of a sudden but I realised you have not visited my place before. Would you like to stay over tomorrow night? After work. We can go in for tomorrow's morning on Monday then go for a date after."

"Wow, an invite to stay over already? That's fast and I haven't even seen the place yet." You teased him. As expected, Yunho grew flustered, stuttering nervously.

"Y-You don't have to! I-I know we just established things... s-so we can just... not..."

"I'm kidding, Yunho. Sure, I'd love to stay over if you would have me. You sound like you have a date planned already?" You laughed.

"You're always teasing me and making fun of me... But yes, I did already plan a date but it's a surprise. I'm making the reservations now as we speak."

"Can't wait." You smiled, knowing he was probably pouting on the other side as your tease.

"Me too. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later. Goodbye, Yunho." You wished and hung up. Seonghwa came out, half asleep. His eyes fell on you and a small smile appeared on his face as he shuffled over, laying his head in your lap while his legs stretched over the arm rest. Your fingers raked through his hair, making him yawn.

"When did you move to Jongho's bed?" He asked sleepily.

"Shortly after you and Wooyoung fell asleep. You two were smothering me. My bed isn't that big, you know?" You scoffed, while typing on your phone.

"Were you talking to Yunho on the phone?" He asked another question. You hummed in reply.

"I couldn't stay asleep. Plus, I told him he could call me. I told him a little about uncle Junghyun and my dad." You informed.

"How did that go?" He closed his eyes to snooze for a little longer but was still listening to you. You paused for a second, your hand stopping on his temple.

"It was okay. He was accepting, of course. Patient... He listened... Understood me... Didn't push me to share more when I stopped." You tried to piece your thoughts together. You felt Seonghwa nod against your thigh.

"Is it normal? Not the fear but... some daunting feeling." You asked with a soft sigh.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's completely normal." Seonghwa said, his hand resting on your knee, his thumb caressing the skin softly.

"Done with the bathroom, hyung. You can go get ready." Wooyoung yawned as he came out, dressed in his outside clothes for the night. Jongho came out too, dressed and ready.

"Oh, that reminds me. I need to get some sourdough starter for the fish tonight." You went to the kitchen. Jongho helped you pack what you needed.

"Anything else we need?" Wooyoung asked.

"Can you get a pack of cloth gloves? They should be in the store. We need to prepare the sea urchin for our pasta sauce." You instructed.

While waiting for Seonghwa to come out, you went to change, leaving Jongho and Wooyoung to pack anything else you might need to cook for the dinner service. After that, you poured cold coffees for all 3 of you, setting aside a strawberry yoghurt drink for Seonghwa, his favourite.

"Alright, let's go." Seonghwa and you came out of the room. You rode with Wooyoung while Jongho and Seonghwa rode together. You sent Yunho a text, letting him know you just arrived for dinner prep.

"Texting the boyfriend?" Wooyoung asked.

"Shut up..." You mumbled, locking your phone and tucking it into your pocket. You both unloaded the items and brought them into the kitchen.

"Let's get started team." You said to the 4 and began immediately. As always, you had your written list pinned on the wall.

"Who is starting the stifado (Greek beef stew with red wine, tomatoes and pearl onions)?" You asked. Jongho raised his hand.

"I'll need someone on the live station for the sea urchin pasta later." You called out. Seonghwa raised his hand, taking responsibility for the pasta that will be cooked to order. It was bucatini, tossed in a sea urchin sauce with salted pollack roe and gochujang oil.

"Starting on the braised pork shoulder!" Wooyoung informed without you needing to ask who was going to do it.

His dish was a wine and pomegranate molasses braised pork shoulder, cooked with sweet potatoes, chestnuts and carrots. It will be sliced and served with the reduced braising liquid.

"Since I'll be on live station, let me start on dessert and let that rest." Seonghwa said.

"I will be doing the fish dish for today." You said, going to the kitchen to get the tomatoes for your sauce.

Your dish was a thin layer of sourdough starter as the coating around the fish fillets, lightly pan frying it and finishing with butter. Serving that with charred red bell peppers and a crushed tomato sauce.

"So, you're not going to pane the fish?" Seonghwa asked.

"Not exactly. My plan is to dip it into the starter like a wet batter but keep it thin. I just want a slight texture, nothing too crunchy like breadcrumbs. And I want that tangy flavour to come through." You said, crushing the tomatoes with your hands in a bowl for the sauce that you were making.

[A/N: I actually had a dish like this the other day and it was so good. I knew I had to put it in here.]

"While that is going, I'm going to start filleting my fish." You cleared your station and set up the area. You grabbed your filleting knife and kept the bin nearby to keep it as clean as possible.

"My stew is simmering. Can I help?" Jongho came over. You nodded and he set up beside you.

"Bones in here. I'm gonna keep them for a stock." You informed.

"Sure." He hummed and began filleting the fishes with you. You all worked on your own tasks, helping each other whenever there was an available window.

"Good evening." You were so focused on plating up the first sample of your dish that you didn't hear Yunho come in.

"She's in the zone. She can't hear you." Seonghwa said to Yunho.

"It's alright. I won't bother her then." The taller male smiled, nodding his head understandingly. He proceeded out to the front, he could always say hi to you later. He didn't want to take your attention away or break your focus.

"Yunho? Sorry, I didn't notice you came in." You sighed as you came out. Yunho turned around, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you approach him.

"Mm-mm, don't apologise." He wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a big puppy hug.

"Did you rest?" You asked, words muffled with the way you were pressed against his shoulder. He nodded with a hum.

"I hope you did too." He kissed your head while you tip toed to place a peck on his cheek. Yunho was grinning so much that his cheeks were starting to hurt, but he didn't care.

"Want to try my dish for tonight?" You looked at him. He nodded excitedly and followed you into the kitchen.

"Aww." Wooyoung cooed as the two of you, making Jongho elbow his ribs.

"Here. It's a fish dish." You explained, pushing the plate towards Yunho. He took a fork and broke a piece of fish, eating it with the roasted red bell pepper and tomato sauce. You watched his expressions intently. It wasn't important for Yunho to like it, you just wanted his honest comments.

"It's good. I like it, it's not too greasy and the outside coating is thin but adds a crunch. The sauce is very nice and bright." Yunho smiled. You smiled and nodded.

"Glad you like it. Thanks, Yunho." You said.

"I'm taking this with me." He grabbed the plate to bring it to the front to finish the remaining food. You laughed, shaking your head.

"Good evening." The other boys showed up. Mingi did the staff meal for dinner. Hearing that, Yunho volunteered to help him. Of course, he denied that he was doing it just to be around you.

"Yah! Yah! You're putting too much gochugaru!" Mingi called Yunho, whose hand froze over the pot.

"Oh, oops." Yunho blushed, putting the hot pepper flakes down.

"Stop staring at (y/n) and focus, man." Mingi rolled his eyes. Hearing Mingi's words, you felt your cheeks heat up too. You cleared your throat and continued what you were doing. Yunho knew you heard Mingi's words, exposing his actions.

"Shut up, Mingi." Yunho hissed. Mingi snickered and continued cutting the vegetables to put into the soup.

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eatommo · 10 months

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Kisses of Fire [j.m.]

Summary: You and Joel get caught up in a champagne-filled domestic dream, and your impulses are too strong to resist. Aka, you and Joel sing and dance in the kitchen until you can't deny your feelings any longer.

C.w: slight dub con because of alcohol consumption, mentions of parental loss, age gap (reader is in her 20s), unprotected pinv, lots of praise, pet names, Joel is a sweet talker, fluffy dancing and cooking with Joel, size kink?, creampie, squirting, oral sex (f receive), mentions of oral sex (m receive), breeding kink if you squint, mutual pining?, idk I probably missed some let me know!

A/n: Hello! I am alive! I started a new job and it's been pretty crazy but I am pleased to bring you my first Joel Miller fic and my first contribution to the Dbf!joel subgenre that has been one my favorites lately. enjoy!

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“Joel, the sauce is going to burn.” you stumble through a laugh, trying to focus the little clarity of your mind on the chicken browning in your ceramic pan. He had insisted on opening a glass of champagne to congratulate you on your new job. It was sweet and dry, exactly what you liked, and it went down easy.

You were sitting around the coffee table gushing and hardly letting the man get a word out, and then he asked if you were hungry, and well you hadn't yet eaten and with your stomach growling at his words, he was very insistent.

In truth, you'd always looked out for each other, you'd help pick up Sarah from school, on occasion try new recipes in his much larger kitchen, and in turn, he'd fix your sink leak, install a new shower head, or even build you a new coffee table.

Here standing in his kitchen you felt so comfortable, stirring the pasta with one hand and rummaging through his cabinets for oregano with the other. It could've been the alcohol or the decade-long crush on the older man that was driving you wild.

With a rush of melody, you realized where he disappeared as the fun rhythmic beat of Be My Baby echoes through the living room and into the kitchen. Joel's words barely call above the song, “Oldies okay?”

You turn to answer him, only to catch him jamming out to the song behind you as he strides cool as a cucumber back into the kitchen. “More than okay.” You’re beaming, enjoying the music and the laid-back demeanor of his slight dance and groove.

You've cherished the few moments of joy since your father passed away a few years ago, singing with him and Sarah in the car, bullying Joel onto a rollercoaster, and summertime BBQs complete with movie marathons.

This felt different. Not only was Sarah noticeably absent, but there was an electric hum of something between you, it was almost palpable. Chalking it up to the alcohol, you settle back into your rhythm of taking care of the food in front of you with extra sway to your hips and occasionally singing into the wooden spoon like a microphone.

Joel returns to your side, stirring the thick sauce before grabbing a spoon from a drawer and tasting it. He moans around the cheap metal, throwing his head back in exaggerated ecstasy.

Hoping the heat from the stove disguises your blush, you carefully accept a spoonful he offers you after he cools with a few quick purses of his lips, humming in agreement.

“What did you say this recipe was called?” When he's been drinking, his Texan drawl lengthens, and you swallow around the lump in your throat, lord have mercy.

“Marry me chicken? It's said to get a man to marry you on its own…” you try and let your voice trail off as he grabs a colander and begins to strain the noodles for you, and before you can think you add, “I thought it would be good practice.”

You catch something in his face as he looks toward you, now mouthing the words to a song by Simon and Garfunkel, but your brain is a little too fuzzy to dissect it completely. Turning off the heat, you quickly add bacon and parmesan before tossing the chicken and sauce mixture on top of Joel's freshly strained pasta.

He hovers over you like he hasn't eaten for days, grumbling something about sweet torture as you garnish his bowl with freshly grated cheese. Turning your attention to the table you see a second bottle of champagne adorning a small dining set, and your flukes full and awaiting your attention, and your blush returns, what is happening to you?

Dismissing himself to turn the music lower, you set his plate down and settle into your chair beside his. Briefly, you consider refusing another glass, you were supposed to drive home, but his slightly tousled curls and the nonplussed smirk on his face as he walks into your field of vision wash over your body like a cool shower on a hot Austin evening, refreshing, revitalizing, and rewarding you with his simplistic beauty.

The way his eyes fell to yours with each silly verse, speaking to each moment you’ve swooned over him in private and cementing the swell of your heart. He sits and you both immediately dive into the food, moaning in unison at the salty and creamy flavor. “I get it.”

“For sure.” You confirm, shoveling more into your mouth as delicately as you can in your haste. “I’ll keep it in my back pocket for sure.” You both laugh and reach for your champagne for a toast.

“To the luckiest man in the world.” This time, he does a piss poor job of covering his shock, and you don’t dare let the moment slip from your grasp, setting your fork down, and reaching to settle your hand on his forearm, tenderly running your fingers over the rough-tanned skin.

The affection seems to coach a weight from his shoulders, as the tension in them drops and he meets your eyes with a deep and wicked sense of playfulness. Holding his gaze, and touching the lips of the flukes together you smile innocently, and hum as the cool bubbles coat your tongue and lift your confidence higher with every passing moment.

In a flash you feel the energy in the room shift, as silence flirtatious eye contact is shared between smaller sips of champagne and groans of delight, you find your eyes lingering longer on the base of his throat and the purse of his lips around the tip of the glass.

In your stupor you miss his devilish grin, he’s chasing the feeling of your gaze on his skin, drinking in the slip of your guard, and suddenly the incredible food you prepared for him is not nearly enough to sate him.

It’s his turn to stare, watching as your lips part in a soft pant as he takes a lingering swig from his glass, imagining how delicious this could pair with the taste of your pussy. Fuck, he’s so hopeless, you could talk him into anything, yet you sit and torture yourself undressing him with your eyes and practically projecting your dirty thoughts onto his chest.

When your eyes meet again your breath catches in your throat, some snarky comment you bury beneath the burning fire on your cheeks. “Joel…” it’s an invitation, a plea, and your heart stands still in its cage in the breath between your words and his mouth on yours.

His beard and moustache are rough against your lips, but the kiss is hungry, and not nearly as vulnerable as you feel. It's a clash of tongues and teeth, your bodies are drawn together like the world is stitching them together with desperate rough movements.

You can taste the rich sweet champagne on his tongue as it drags over yours, tilting your head back with a soft hand on your throat. Standing to his feet, he breaks the kiss with a reluctance you feel, but he’s ushering the plates off the table in a single trip, setting them on the counter to be dealt with later. The complaint dies in your throat, as you let your brain devour him in a primal sense. The broad expanse of his chest rising and falling in heavy needy breath, the veins in his neck as he tilts his head to return the same hungry stare, you don’t make it past his biceps before his hands are on your sides, directing you to stand but only for a mere second as your practically lifted onto the kitchen table.

His mouth is on yours again, hot and determined, your mind is made up, and he can feel it in each little whine he swallows. Confidence surges through him, bolstered by the hum of alcohol in his system, and he leans over you guiding you to your back, while he slots himself between your legs.

You part them quickly, wanting to feel him pressed against you more than you want to breathe, and rather than following you he kisses down the smooth skin of your calves and begins working on the button of your shorts, yanking them up and off with a dexterity that would surprise you had it been anyone else.

The thin cotton panties are not your first choice of sexy intimates, but it doesn’t seem to phase him as his gaze holds at the growing wet spot pooling in the fabric. His index fingers ghost over the seam of your pussy. “Are you sure?” He kisses the words across your skin, moving along the inside of your thighs as his stubble draws the nerves in your skin taught.

You blink your eyes a few times, almost not believing and basking in the warmth of his breath. Your mouth falls open in a pant as you throw your head back onto the table, in any other circumstance it would've hurt. “Yes…Joel…please.” Each word takes a lungful of air worth of effort.

There's a dark chuckle as if taunting you for being so pathetic, as he nibbles on the skin of your inner thigh, you feel goosebumps spread across all your skin, unaware if it's from shame or the heat of his mouth muttering sweet nothings into your skin.

“So pretty,” he coos letting two fingers trace over your slick panties, “Spread out on my table for me,” he presses harder but slows his movements to a beautifully slow taunt, “A fucking meal.”

The chair moves sharply back with his movement, as he pulls your underwear to the side and licks at your hole for his first taste. His mouth is feverish in appetite, licking and sucking and caressing each part of your sex, the assault is overwhelming at first, the movements so erratic you’re unable to focus on anything but trying to breathe. Cantering your hips against his mouth his rough palm stalls one of your thighs from closing, the hand is firm and warm commanding you to obey in just its presence. “More,” you beg, again the pleasure dulled as he slowed to listen.

His free hand goes to the waistband of your underwear running along its length and tickling the skin, before you feel a rough tug at the fabric and hear the tearing sound before you can even comprehend what’s happened. The fabric disappears and the soft table mat you are perched on protects you from the cool wood of the table. He mumbles more things into the flesh of your mound, and he kisses at the exposed skin of your hips, “Sweet little thing.”

You throw a hand over your eyes, losing yourself to the embraces and brushes of pleasure he showers you in. He settles back between your legs, pinning them to your chest with his arm and working two fingers slowly into your tight heat. The stretch is pleasant, and he lets his tongue lave over the top of your sex. “Joel.” You whimper feeling his knuckles curl inwards brushing against a bundle of nerves that has your vision lulling white. Each stroke feels like it's pulling your soul from your body, and an unfamiliar pressure builds as he coaxes the orgasm to the surface with his tongue swirling over your clit.

You explode, soaking the table and his hungry waiting mouth feeling the clear gush of liquid pool beneath you and coat your thighs. “Oh god, I’m sorry I-” you stammer, not having experienced this yourself before.

Joel’s attention snaps to your eyes, “Don’t.” It's a warning, his eyes dark and muddled with something animalistic you’ve only seen when he’s angry. “You’re going to do it again.” he sits straight, and you realize he’s still fully dressed as he stands on his feet, dwarfing you against the table, undoing the length of his belt.

Unsure if your breathing is coming fast or if he is moving slowly, undoing the buttons of his flannel, and exposing skin that you’ve seen countless times before, but as each button is freed and his shirt spills open, you struggle to keep your breath even. Thick tanned skin, soft to the touch but cords of practical muscle run through his pecks, and down his well-defined biceps hold your eyes still, as your heart clips away steadily. You mumble something about his muscles, fawning over him like you’ve done so many times before, but unafraid to get caught this time.

He peers down at you, maintaining eye contact through your spread thighs as you lay waiting gawking at him like you always have, the loose leather of his belt is tugging the jeans down his hips slightly exposing the soft flesh of his stomach and the feather-light trail of hair disappearing below his jeans. He longed to reduce you to a babbling drooling mess, he wanted to mark your skin his and fill you so full his traces would linger on your cunt for days. Days, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to stop, he felt like he was running downhill and his legs were jelly beneath him, hurtling towards some sort of self-destructive meltdown. But the sweet tang of you lingering in his mouth, splashed across his chest, on his dining room table.

You were perfect, even more so than he thought possible. He ached, the jeans strangling his thick cock, he longed to free himself and sink into you. “Come here.” he stepped closer, back between the welcome squeeze of your thighs, and he wondered if he would need a new table.

You sat up barely even with his chest and when you're close enough he brings you in for a deep and filthy kiss, giving you a chance to taste your slick from his tongue and to groan as your hand settles over the hard length of his cock in his pants. You allow a finger to trace over the outline surprised when your hand keeps finding more of him to play with, fighting the urge to squeak in delight as each kiss grows in fervor.

If Joel hadn't suggested otherwise, you would've happily been fucked to bliss on the table, but as one of his hands falls to cup the supple flesh of your ass you're lifted into his sturdy arms. Now even this isn't a first, but your cunt is pressed flat to the ripped muscles of his abdomen and you can't help but trail feather-like kisses and nips across the thin skin covering his Adam's apple, half tempted to suck a bruise into his skin as he whines lowly into hair.

He traverses the stairs with ease, fingers squeezing and playing with your ass as he does so. As you enter his room, he leans in for another searing desperate kiss, nipping and tugging on your bottom lip almost painfully slow.

The bed is plush, more so than you expect, the sheets feel cool and inviting as you settle into them, not daring to turn your attention away from Joel for a second. The moon is the only light in the room, but it's bright enough for you to drool over the large bulge he reveals as he shucks his jeans.

“Something you want darlin?” that all-knowing chuckle, call your attention to his face, always handsome but there's a depravity and a hunger in his eyes that is a little bit intimidating.

“I-” You struggle to decide what exactly it is you want to do, part of you wants to let him lay down and have you suck his cock dry, and the other part wants to see you bent in half stuffed full of his cum.

Your stumble only brings another dry chastising chuckle, “Don’t worry honey, I'll take care of you.” His dark boxers leave little to the imagination, the fabric pulled tight across him as the curve of his cock is pinned to the curve of his hip. He’s huge, bigger than you could’ve dreamed, and by the looks of it nice and thick, you would be happily limping around in the morning.

He plants his hands next to your legs, crawling up your body until he’s even with your mouth, his skin radiating heat and his mouth meets yours once more. The taste of you is still lingering in his mouth, spurring you on.

The clothed hardness of him presses against you, insistent and delightfully relieving the tortuous pressure building at your core. You run your hands against the muscles of his back, at first gently caressing but as his teeth skim your pulse you dig into the flesh with your nails. “Joel…” you whimper, knowing if he wanted to drag this any further you'd have no choice but to beg, there's something so addictive to his power and the way he looks at you. He knows what he's doing to you, he knows the way you shift your hips to grind against him is a silent plea, he wishes he could withhold longer, but each hitch in your breath coaxes more precome spilling into his boxers, he hasn't been this hard since he was a teenager.

He hushes you, soothing you with a hand running over your hair, and shoves his boxers down to free himself. He lets the weight of his cock slide over your sex, the thick head catching deliciously on your clit and allowing it to get coated in what's left of your cum. You both groan into another kiss, “Condom?” The question shocks you into reality briefly, but you quickly shake your head no, not bothering an attempt to form any words.

You swear you hear a whimper in his half-lidded chuckle, but you try to focus on the feeling of his body pressing against yours, the heat of him and the rich smell of his skin the taste of his mouth as he kisses you through a few more lazy strokes.

He runs a calloused hand over the soft skin of your throat before sliding it around and into the hair at the back of your neck, tilting your eyes to his As he lines up and slides in a single brutal thrust. Your body tenses at the stretch, but the pleasure is immense and Joel's mouth parts in a pant so beautifully you crack a wickedly seductive smile.

As he begins to canter his hips, his grip on your hair gets tighter, holding your eyes to his, his pelvis grinds delectably against your clit, as the ridges of his cock and the angle of his hips drag along your walls. You wonder if you'd been able to take it if it hadn't been Joel, you don't think you've ever been this fucked out in your life. He presses your legs slightly further apart nudging at your cervix, and grounding down.

The orgasm rips through you before you know it, the shake in your legs and your panted obscenities only encourage him further. “Fuck, good girl,” your hips love on their own grinding up fucking yourself through the climax as a second wave of white-hot pleasure soaks his abdomen and your thighs, “So good baby.”

Your head drops, body limp and wrecked he kisses along your cheeks and forehead, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

He moves quicker than you can register what's happening, his boxers are on the floor and suddenly you are straddled over his lap dropping down onto his cock as he buries his face in your tits. Tongue drags deliciously over your nipples as he lets you adjust to the new angle, you rest your head on top of his, kissing his sweat-damp hair and rocking your hips slowly. You didn't think he could feel any bigger, each slight rock nudges almost painfully against your cervix, words no longer forming in your brain and breath escaping in squeaks.

You let yourself get caught up in the moans and praise failing out of Joel nonsensically, the drag of his stubble on your skin overstimulating, you bear down on him and shiver as you hear the hitches in his breathing. “Where?” you almost miss it, his voice is hoarse, desperate, strained even.

“Cum inside me.” you can't suppress the smirk, “I want it.” It's your turn to pull his head back, looking deep into the rich dark brown eyes as they admire you, he chews on his lip. His shoulders hunch as you feel him twitch, his grip tightening on your hips as he uses the last bit of his strength to bounce you on his lap and fuck up into you as he cums deep and hard into your wrecked swollen pussy.

You suppress a shutter, you feel like you're made of gelatin and you slump against his body, going completely slack.

He waits a few moments to collect his wits and allows you both to catch your breath. “Should I start a shower?” You laugh, hoping to skirt over any sort of rebuff.

“Sure,” he massages the flesh of your ass, “I'll take care of the leftovers.” You're overwhelmed with a sense of relief, both letting out a massive sigh at the same time, and laughing once you make eye contact again. You feel his heartbeat against your chest and lean in for another kiss, the complicated stuff can come later, but the smile he gives you as he tilts his chin up slightly for thekiss, makes you feel like it's all going to be more than you could've dreamed of.

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parveens-kitchen · 5 months

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A Guide to Freezing Fresh Strawberries

“Preserving Summer’s Bounty: A Guide to Freezing Fresh Strawberries”.Preserving the vibrant taste of fresh strawberries is a delightful way to enjoy the essence of summer all year round. In this guide, we’ll explore a simple method for freezing fresh strawberries to ensure they maintain their individuality and are ready for a variety of delicious recipes. Freezing Process:1. Wash the fresh…

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askwhatsforlunch · 8 months

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Goat's Cheese Toasts

There are days when, after a spot of gardening, one is too tired to make a lavish harvest meal. These Goat's Cheese Toasts make both a tasty and nutritious dinner, particularly delightful on a chillier and rather rainy day. The only real effort for this, will be washing the lettuce!

Ingredients (serves 1):

2 thick slices Sourdough Bread

2 tablespoons butter, softened

2 heaped teaspoons black cherry jam (I used Piment d'Espelette Black Cherry Jam I brought back from Bayonne; it's excellent)

120 grams/4 ounces good goat's cheese

Preheat oven to 200°C/395°F. Line a baking tray with baking paper.

Butter Sourdough Bread slices lightly onto both sides. Generously spread Black Cherry Jam onto each Bread slice, and place them onto prepared baking tray.

Cut goat's cheese into slices and arrange them onto the jam.

Place in the middle of the warm oven, and bake, at 200°C/395°F, 20 minutes until golden brown.

Enjoy Goat's Cheese Toasts hot, with dressed Mesclun.

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(Not) Hard to Love

Part 2 (2/2)

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning:⚠️ smutty situation, angsty thoughts

Authors Note: sorry that it took so long to post this. I was having a few bad days, just struggling with my confidence. Now I m doing a bit better. So here you go. Hope you have fun 🥰

this is by far the most suggestive thing I have ever written. lol. I hope it doesn’t suck too bad. If you like it, leave a comment. It does wonders to my mental health ❤️ (btw this raspberry jam is just in the story because I have been planning on making it for the past months and this is my reminder to get up from my lazy ass and make it! )

You were relieved, after days of almost doing nothing, because the sun was too hot and your thoughts too distracting, you were finally able to work again. It was one of those days were everyone was doing their best to restore and repair their beloved home.

The Thousand Sunny was a big ship. And after days of not doing much, it often needed some time to get everything organized and clean again.

Knowing your captain wasn’t the biggest fan of an organized living space, most of the work was split between the rest of the crew. While Nami was always on board keeping an eye on the ocean, Sanji was the one who was keeping the kitchen organized, while preparing the dishes for the day.

Franky and Usopp were repairing something in the library, while Brook and Robin were sorting the newest books, they got on the last island.

Luffy and Zoro were supposed to take care of everything on deck, which already wasn’t much. But after cleaning the girls bedroom, you walked towards the kitchen and saw both of them sleeping in the sunlight. Random, uncomfortable looking items being their pillows.

You just rolled your eyes and smirked. These two weren’t really cleaning themselves regularly, so why would they clean something else. It didn’t really make sense why you guys kept asking them to organize, even though you kinda knew they weren’t gonna be much of a help.

Opening the kitchen doors a warm sweet smell came towards you.

Sanji was standing at the stove, filling sugar into a red liquid.

"Uhhh, this smells amazing. May I have a taste?" you point to the boiling jam in front of you with an outstretched finger.

"Of course, my dear."

The cook gave you a spoonful of the sweet liquid and without blowing for long you tasted it.

"It tastes wonderful, Sanji! I'm already dreaming of how it will taste on the fresh crossaints you make from time to time."

The blond man grinned. He had to concentrate now. Not get distracted. Even if he particularly liked compliments from you.

"I'm glad you like it. I bought lots of raspberries so I could cook them for you.

I just realized that a little vanilla is still missing. Could you do me a favor? I have fresh vanilla in our storage room, I just forgot to bring them up from downstairs earlier. Could you get them quickly from below deck? I don't want the jam to burn.“

"Sure thing." With a smile, you walk back towards the door. You suck in the wonderful smell once more before quickly scurrying outside.

You had given Sanji the recipe for this particular jam a few months ago. Your mother used to make it when you were a child.

With quick steps, you skip down the stairs towards the storage room.

Your mind was full of warm memories of sunny mornings. Jam on baked goods. A table filled with fresh food. The last good days of your childhood.

Being on the thousand sunny was kind of like that time. With a smile on your face you walked towards the entry.

The groaning door gave you the creeps. Chopper had accidentally locked himself in down there once before. So, to be on the safe side, you put a box between you and the door. That way, it won't fall shut the next time the wind blows.

The light was already turned on in the storage room. You expected the little reindeer, who often spend time organizing and storing medicines down here to refill them in his little doctor's room when they were empty upstairs.

But it wasn't this doctor who was waiting for you in the far corner of the room.

Law was sitting on the floor looking through several boxes of pills.

Presumably he was going to take care of refilling the medicine room. Chopper probably send him, because he was still scared of last time.

You whisper a quiet "hey" in his direction so as not to startle him.

Law just looked up briefly and mumbled something in your direction.

What was his problem? You were starting to get angry again. Everyone was trying to build a home, be nice and him?! He was just not accepting you whatsoever.

How could someone be so arrogant and ignorant ?

A loud bang snapped you out of your thoughts.

The heavy door had slammed shut.

How could that be? You had just put something in between.

Annoyed, you turn to Law.

"Shit, now we're locked in here. I can't believe Franky still hasn't fixed the door!"

You push against the door with all your strength. It doesn't move. With a loud groan you press on the door again. But it doesn’t help. A large hand rests on your shoulder.

"Hey. let me try it, Y/N-ya. I'm sure I can get the door open."

You step aside and let the dark-haired man go at it. He also pushes against the door with all his might, but it doesn't move a bit.

Frustrated you started screaming for your friends to help you out of this awkward situation.

"Hey Namiiiii! Luffy! Frankyyyy!!! Help!"

"fuck! don't shout in my ear" Law

dramatically put his hands to his ears and stared at you angrily.

"do you want to get out of here or not?! Apparently mister-I can do anything- wasn't strong enough to open a simple door after all."

"Excuse me?"

The captain turned to you. He looked down at you, annoyed.

You took a step towards him. Pointing your finger on his chest.

"I finally want to know what your problem is?"

"I don't have a problem"

"Oh? Really? You're a fucking liar, Law."

"It's none of your business, what's wrong with me. Don't talk to me like that.

Your crazy captain has decided to form an alliance, and if that's a problem for you then talk to him and not to me."

Annoyed, Law turned to the side. He only took one step before you pulled him back by his shirt sleeve.

"Hey! Stay here. I don't have a problem with you or the Alliance at all."

Your back was against the cold iron door.

Law actually turned back around and took two steps towards you.

Only now do you realize how close he was to you.

"Why are you making it so difficult for me?"

His gaze was still avoiding yours. How much you would have liked to look him in the eye now. But then you probably wouldn't have been able to hold back. Your emotions were already getting the better of you.

You spoke to him much more calmly than before.

„What's so hard, Law? I can understand that you don't like me as much as the others. But why do you hate me? Is it that hard to just like me? Or even less. Just to accept me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes. Your own words stung your heart. All you wanted was to be looked at him. Be seen.

Law still stood rooted to the spot in front of you. One hand in front of his eyes, he shook his head.

„What makes you think I hate you?"

Your voice wasn't ready to answer that question. You just shrugged your shoulders, sobbing. You would like to sink into the ground. Now you're crying in front of the man who has no interest in you. You were a failure. A pathetic girl crying in front of her crush. Nothing more.

"hey. Shh. Don’t cry. Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Sternly but without anger in his voice, Law put his index finger under your chin. So that you can't help but look into his gray eyes.

" I don't hate you, Y/N-ya.“

A sigh escaping his lips. His eyes looked different then before. You almost thought he was leaning in. And the air around you got thicker and filled with more tension.

„I really don’t. Quite the opposite in fact. Ever since I saw you for the first time, I've been attracted to you. I just can’t act on it.

I have responsibilities and… I'm not a particularly good person. I've done bad things. I've taken lives when I should be saving lives as a doctor. I don’t want more people to get hurt because of me. And to be honest, I've never had feelings like this before. I have no idea how to deal with it.“

He looked down. Almost debating if he should say the next part.

„I think of you. All the time. I lay awake at night and all I see is your face. I long for your touch. And I want to learn to love, Y/N-ya. But I'm afraid of it. Fuck."

He took a deep breath. And exhaled.

"I want you. I need you.... And I don't know how..."

"Shhh."

Now it was you who put your index finger on Law's lips and slowly stroked his cheek with your hand.

"Just kiss me"

Horrified by your demanding words, Law looked down at you. He forgot how to breathe for a moment. His heart was beating so fast in his chest that he could hardly hear anything else. Your lips opened to say something. He didn't want you to change your mind. He took your face in both hands. Before he pressed his lips to yours.

"Just so you know. it isn't hard to fall for you, Y/N. But I m afraid, I have no clue what I m doing. My life is..."

"Law... just kiss me"

You moved forward again, pressing your lips to his. Law felt like the walls he had build up so maticulously, melting away by your kisses. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, letting his desire take over.

Soft moans escaping your mouth while he pressed you against his body and the door behind you. You were caged in by his arms fully accepting whatever was gonna happen now. Your hands exploring the doctors body, while kissing each other hungrily. Law let out a low groan. This was better than in his daydreams. Your soft hands roaming his chest. Tracing his tattoos with lingering touches. One of Laws hands firmly placed against your hip. Shoving you against the metal door. Law was overwhelmed by his emotions. Not a single thought in his mind while he started grinding against you.

Using your moaning as chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.

His lustfull eyes being the most beautiful sight to you, while you buttoned down your summer dress.

Law was breathing heavily. His hair fully out of place by you tugging at his dark strands.

He can’t remember the last time he didn’t take the time to unbutton his shirt, but right now he was rushing to get it over his head. Throwing it down on the ground next to your dress.

Moving towards each other like magnets, lowly groaning between kisses, Law lifted up your thighs around his hips. Moving you against the door again.

His jeans rubbing against your panties. Making you cry out his name.

And for the second time that day you were interrupted by the same door you were making out against. The (stupid ) door opened with a loud hiss. Falling out of its angle. You and Law tumbeling and falling to the wooden floor.

This was a very annoying disturbance to your newly found passion. But it definitely wouldn’t have stopped you from showering Law with kisses, if it wasn’t for the circle of people and a very shocked reindeer standing around your almost naked bodies.

You and Law got up from the floor with red heads and stupid explanations. Feeling humiliated but kinda happy.

Law held his shirt protectively in front of you and hoped fervently that no one was looking at his jeans.

You looked at a bunch of different expressions.

Nami grinning. Robin, playing shocked, with one hand over her mouth. But she couldn't fool you. Her giggle was the first to be heard from the crowd.

„We really only planned for you guys to finally talk about it… that all… -

Nami made some hand gestures towards your half undressed bodies and the broken door on the ground.

„ - was not our intention.“

Usopp covered his own and then immediately afterwards Chopper's eyes. While Franky and Zoro toasted with sake in their hands. Apparently everyone was part of the stupid bet.

Luffy just looked back and forth between you and Law, confused. Obviously he hadn't quite understood yet, what was so exciting about this situation. He had seen you guys in swimwear before, not really something different in his eyes.

Sanji had blood all over his shirt and on his nose but tried to control himself. And thankfully pulled the others towards the exit.

"Don’t you guys look at Y/N-san like that. That’s not how you look at a lady.

Lunch is almost ready… let’s go Luffy.

Let the two of them go. We'll get the food ready."

Nami pulled Usopp towards her by the collar.

„So Usopp... I hope you remember our agreement... right?"

Laughing, the Strawhats left on after the other. Leaving behind two embarrassed pirates.

Franky mumbled something about "now I really have to fix the door"

While Chopper desperately tried to figure out what had just happened.

Robin gave you a wink while walking up the stairs.

Embarrassed, you looked at Law.

He took your hand and kissed it gently. Although it was hard for him, he tried to stand in front of you as confidently as possible.

" umm that was something… you know…

We still have some time before lunch. Would you like to… continue?! … What do you say Y/N-ya?"

You look at your intertwined hands and then back to Laws face. His face blushing, his eyes looking on the ground even though he would much rather look at your beautiful body before him. You stand on your tiptoes to give a quick peck to Law's lips.

"You may be right there is still some time. But I'll only follow you if you promise to use your devil powers this time. I wouldn't survive being caught like that again." Giggling, you put your arms around Law's neck.

"Okay then, let's pick up where we left off."

He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead before lifting his hand. A smile on his face as he heard your heart beating loudly.

„Room“

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huihuiheart · 7 months

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Kinktober D18: Deep - Felix

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Pairing: Felix x Afab! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: His voice isn't all that's deep.

Warnings: Voice kink, cursing, teasing, unprotected sex, lack of foreplay, implied eating out.

Word Count: 901

Felix had cleared you a space on the kitchen counter to settle as he attempted a new recipe, a type of macaron he’d seen and been wanting to try to make himself. Wanting you there to give another opinion on some of the vague phrases the recipe stated instead of merely his own judgment. Though him handing over some stray raspberries was also nice.

“The jam and buttercream are both in the fridge and now the cookies are in the oven, but I just feel like I should do something with the raspberries to add to the decoration. Do you think they’re too plain alone?” Though every time he has spoken his voice had been so deep that your focus had been solely on that while the words flowed in one ear and out the other, panties dampening, while you missed entirely that he had asked you a question. At least until he came over to stand between your legs, looking at you in concern, “Y/N? Are you zoning out again? Is everything okay?”

"What? Oh yeah I'm fine Felix, sorry I didn't mean to get distracted." You sigh softly, but he doesn't let your head drop. Catching you with a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb brushing delicately against your skin.

"It's okay it happens, I was just worried." He assured, slipping in closer to pull you into his arms, rubbing your back for a few moments, "Just remember that if something is weighing on you that you can tell me."

You hug him back, humming softly, "I know Felix, it's nothing like that I promise. Just a slight distraction. Genuinely."

He nods as he pulls away, to go check on the cookies again, "Alrighty, I just wanted you to know."

You get a few moments of reprieve when he carefully pulls the cookies out of the oven. Looking over them proudly before turning to you with a smile, "So what should we do while we wait for them to cool?"

"I'm fine with whatever." You shrug, raising a brow as he responds to that with a giggle.

"Oh yeah? Then how would you feel about doing your distraction?" His voice is deep contrary to the airy giggle he had let out in a moment before.

"I- What?!? You knew?" You stutter out and he's giggling again though slightly more flustered now, a light pink dusting over his cheeks.

"Well I had an inkling, but just now when we were talking I made sure my voice wasn't as deep and suddenly you weren't so distracted anymore." He admits and now it's your turn to feel your cheeks burning, scrambling for an excuse of which never comes.

"And you're not bothered by it?" Is all that comes out and he's quick to shake his head.

"Not at all. I'm flattered in fact. I've actually wanted to eat you out since you sat on the counter, but then my voice would probably be too muffled for you." Felix teases lightly, but he's certainly not wrong in his statement.

"Do you understand how wet I am right now? With all the talking you've done I've been dripping almost the entire time I've been here. I bet you'd slip right in with no problem right now if you wanted." You answer and he scoffs in disbelief.

"Oh is that so? Well then maybe we should find out." He grabs your wrist and drags you over to the couch, gently pushing you back onto it. Though you're almost immediately sitting up to pull your shirt off as he starts to do that himself. Both of you quickly stripping, “Shit you were right, you are soaked.”

He chuckles, the sound having a hint of a growl in it that has you clenching around nothing as he slowly runs two fingers through your folds to collect some of your slick and bring it to his hard cock, coating the tip with it. The tip that he then brings to your folds and rubs through only to coat in even more of you before carefully slipping in with very little resistance.

“No wonder you were so distracted baby, I bet this was uncomfortable, wasn’t it? Don’t worry though, I’m going to give you what you want now.” Felix assures with a smirk, he still takes his time despite how easy it is for him to push in, not wanting it to truly hurt you at any point.

“Felix, just fuck me.” You whine, moving your hips now to get the rest of him inside you in one more. The man threw his head back in a deep raspy moan.

“Fine, but you asked for this baby.” He presses your legs further apart, leaning down by your ear as he starts thrusting quickly cursing into your ear each time you clench around him. The sound of his deep voice right into your ear makes you hyper sensitive, eyes fluttering shut and wiping your mind of any coherent thoughts as his cock presses against your spot with each thrust until you’re cumming around him quickly, having been pent up for so long. Though when he pulls out instead of continuing until he cums for you you’re whining. Something that makes him laugh a little again.

“Relax baby. I’m just satisfying my fantasy now that I’ve satisfied yours. Then I’ll use your pretty little pussy to make myself cum, don’t worry.”

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Happy Birthday, mia Principessa! - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: Apparently your girlfriend forgot your birthday... Or maybe there is something waiting for you.

Classification: +18, Light angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, rough sex, fingering, oral, mild overstimulation, dirty talk, sucking fingers (? idk I'm suck in tags)

Word count: +4300

@scarr0713 (late) happy birthday darling!!! hope you like it <3

Part One | Part Two

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You practically throw the tupperware with your lunch on the table with a snort, the teachers around you just stare in confusion and Barbara chokes in fright, your long-term girlfriend doesn't even take her eyes off the phone where she reads some random sports news article, not even a little affected by the gesture as if she were in another world. She doesn't even notice when you throw yourself against the chair and stare at her angrily, your eyes meeting for a few seconds before she just gives a confused smile and goes back to reading the news article, as though she doesn't know what is wrong and doesn't care. It annoys you to death. How can Melissa Schemmenti, the biggest fan of commemorative dates and who has a fucking calendar in head, forget her own girlfriend's birthday? Coming from a large and lively family she has always proved to be an enthusiast for special dates and no holiday has been missed, even minor ones, even Jacob and Janine received warm hugs and a souvenir on their respective birthdays. All you wanted was at least a passionate kiss when you woke up and sweet words, but was strange to wake up without the redhead in bed wrapped around you under the blankets, for a moment, when you smelled the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, you thought getting a breakfast in bed like the year before, but the smile full of expectations soon disappeared when you realized that it wasn't coming, when you got to the kitchen found her quietly enjoying a cup of tea and sponge cake with jam. She just offered a plate and pancakes which she made in case you didn't want what she was eating. Breakfast was quick and awkward, it didn't help that you spent so much time in bed waiting for something that didn't happen, which led to a slight delay to work. But that didn't stop you from filling yourself with anticipation again, waiting for those words that would make your day happy.

- Mel, aren't you forgetting something? - the two of you are standing in front of the entrance as the woman locks the door, the day is particularly hot, hotter than it usually is, and even though wearing something lighter she feels the irritation of being exposed to the sun, fighting the sweat on the palms of the hands as she tries to make the key fit properly. Her cheeks flushed, you would think it cute and sexy if she wasn't irritating you by ignoring the question.

- What did you say, amore mio? - she asks, taking the key from the keyhole and between gasps smiles.

- Nothing, Melissa. - her name is emphasized by your lips, to let her know she is doing something wrong, but the hint is completely missed.

The woman just shrugged and you followed your normal routine, a drive to work together, it is much more economical and practical since you work at the same school, the schedules fit perfectly allowing you the luxury of being able to go and come back together almost every day. The short drive seemed to take hours, she drove this time, giving you plenty of time and concentration to imagine possibilities and expect something from her, maybe there was a bouquet of flowers waiting in the classroom, a card in some material in class, a different lunch prepared for you to enjoy with her. For months you talked about new recipes you should try together, new places you could visit. Trying to leave some hints of ways to celebrate for Melissa, but she seemed to ignore or simply forget, can't tell which is worse. Any expectation and hope you had left slowly faded as the morning passed, the table was full of small gifts like handwritten cards in their childish calligraphy, necklaces, friendship bracelets and even a pair of sunflowers in a colorful handmade vase but none of those had been given by Melissa. No hidden notes, no cute messages or stickers. Much less an apology. You take an extra minute waiting for her to show up at the door with a smile and shouting " Happy Birthday", the only people you found there were Janine, Jacob and Gregory congratulating you and giving you gifts. She gave you a book by a favorite author, respectively, one of the men gave you a personalized mug with a stamped picture of the two of you, and a plant to decorate the table. It was something very sweet and meaningful, because no matter how simple it could be each gift is special and important as they remembered things you like or mentioned at some point. And that is why you are very angry with the redhead.

- Melissa... - you call in a firm tone, finally getting her attention - Are you absolutely sure you haven't forgotten something? - and asks slowly, pausing between words.

- Hmm, no. - she puts her hand on the chin and seems to think, trying to rescue in the back of mind something she might have forgotten - My branzino!

And then she rushes off to check the refrigerator. You just snort in defeat and get the rare look of pity from Barb, she makes a mention to say something, but your expression stops her from continuing understanding that you want Melissa to remember by herself, without help from anyone else.

- Grazie, principessa! - she gives you a kiss on the cheek in thanks - I would have lost the branzino if it wasn't for you. - and strokes your hair, then goes back to eating the meal calmly, you give up trying to give hints, finally accepting that somehow your girlfriend forgot your birthday, all that's left is for you to deal with it.

The day passes slowly like a sharp torture instrument against your heart, every minute it hurts more and more as if a hole is opening in your chest, in it a huge pressure crushing you deeper and deeper. There is a mix of emotions, at the same time that you are sad and upset, to the point of having to dry some tears that came out of nowhere during the last class, you are equally angry, irritation bubbling up in the pit of the stomach, a cauldron of bad feelings ready to explode. In the late afternoon, as you watch the city pass by through the car window on your way home, all that is left is disappointment. You can't even look her in the eye, otherwise if faced with those two olive spheres you would burst into tears right then and there.

The houses and buildings you pass by are different from the usual, making you wonder when she changed the path or if she just turned the wrong street, which is almost impossible to happen, considering Melissa has the city in the palm of a hand, she knows every place, from the fanciest to where the guys she knows live. Soon you are passing through the suburb, the houses disappearing faster than they appeared, the green has taken over, trees, grass, lakes, this is certainly not the way home and you turn to her with a confused expression on face, the redhead just glances at you and opens an amused and mischievous smile, the same one she always gives when something is up.

- What? - you whisper, straightening yourself on the seat and looking around, trying to figure out where the hell you are - Where are we going?

- You'll see, amore mio. - she just blinks and keeps driving, paying attention to the road.

- You haven't forgotten, have you? - the only answer is a muffled laugh - Melissa Ann Schemmenti, I'm going to slap you! - you threaten in a thin scream, disbelieving that she has kept up this farce all day, Mel just lets out a mocking giggle as she deflects your hand.

Hearing the laughter dissipates all bad feelings and you don't even notice when you start laughing with her. Relief wash over your body dissipating the bad thoughts that were eating you up inside, the thin layer of tension created during the day fades quickly, completely taking away that painful pressure in your chest as you both laugh together. Knowing that she had indeed not forgotten was like a breath of fresh air that lifted your spirits, each laugh taking the anger, sadness and disappointment away. Joy and curiosity building, mostly curiosity, you should still talk about how doing what she did wasn't cool and how it made you feel, but the unknown path is really in your mind that is now filled with new expectations. And she doesn't seem to be willing to give you any answers until you reach the destination.

- No, silly girl, of course I'm not going to murder you. - Melissa laughs even louder when you question her trying to find out - Everyone saw me leaving with you in my car, I would be the first suspect.

- Hey!

- I'm just kidding, you know I would never hurt you, well, only when you ask me to. - the blushing runs down your cheeks and the tips of your ears, a normal reaction to your girlfriend's sexual provocations. - I'm just saying truths.

- So tell me one, where are we going? - you reply, it has been half an hour since you left Abbott Elementary and still in the car, driving further and further into the green, probably out of Philadelphia considering the weather and the countryside in sight.

- I'm kidnapping you, it would be unprofessional to let you know. - her hand reaches up to your thigh and squeezes gently, that delicate spot where she knows it's sensitive and your body immediately trembles under the touch, letting out an involuntary sigh - But I think you'll enjoy your weekend captivity.

She keeps her hand on your skin the rest of the ride, slowly creeping upward, it's warm and soft, at the same time firm, it makes your nerves tingle with desire. Melissa doesn't take her eyes off the wheel, attentive to the road, but you can notice a small smile on her fleshy lips every time your body reacts to a new inch conquered as she gradually approaches your intimacy. Not even air conditioning, turned on by the unbearably hot day, stops the heat rising, her teasing creating an exciting bubble, provocative torture.

- We arrived, my birthday girl.

She announces a few minutes after making a turn in the woods, after a trail embellished by tall and bountiful trees on both sides, you can feel the fresh air in your lungs and a light breeze against the face, the faint lights of the late afternoon sun still manage to penetrate between the leaves creating a mesmerizing image. Slowly a cabin appears in this landscape, located at the end of the road and surrounded by nature. The wooden structure is visually beautiful, the roof forms a triangle and reaches the ground on both sides, it has a beautiful veranda where there are chairs and padded benches positioned so that you can enjoy the view of the woods, the windows are large and there is a second floor that, as far as you can see, is lit up. It's beautiful, cozy, peaceful compared to your life in the city. A true private paradise.

- So, what's up? Did you like the view? - Melissa asks getting out of the car, with a satisfied smile at your dazzled look - It belongs to my mother's family, my cousins come here to enjoy the weekend once in a while.

- It's amazing! - you answer, looking around and trying to assimilate everything - I have never seen such a beautiful place! So we're going to spend the weekend here?! But I didn't bring any clothes.

- I asked Annette to take care of it, everything is inside. - she blinks and takes your hand, leading inside, your fingers intertwining while Melissa uses her thumb to caress your skin, trying to pass on some security - Are you still mad at me?

- Just a little bit. - with your free hand you signal, putting your thumb and forefinger together trying to show how much, this makes the woman smile, a glint in her eye staring at you, she can only think how cute you are - What? - the two of you stop in front of the door.

- I'm just contemplating how beautiful and amazing you are, and how lucky I am that you are my woman. - Melissa brings your hand to her lips and lovingly kisses it, without taking her eyes from yours. - Now, let's go inside before we miss the sunset.

On the inside the cabin looks even more comfortable, it is considerably spacious, not richly furnished but there are several decorations that give the place a personal touch, on the walls pictures of family trips, the nonnas, parents, cousins, Kristin Marie and even a copy of the iconic picture of her being slapped by your girlfriend. There is a staircase on the side that leads up to the second floor which is basically only 1/2 the length of the cabin, a wooden fence enclosing and on it a banner with perfectly painted letters in your favorite color, written "Happy Birthday, Y/N!"

- You really haven't forgotten. - you whisper, smiling broadly.

- Of course I haven't. - she wraps her hands around your waist and her head rests on the curve of the neck, where she deposits a soft kiss, breathing against the skin. There's that feeling again, you gasp when her lips rise and leave another kiss behind your ear - Come, later I'll introduce you to the cabin and show you each of the pictures.

- Okay, baby. - you turn and press your lips together in a quick kiss, Melissa's hands still gripping you tightly around the waist, pulling you to her in an attempt to deepen the contact - No, no, Miss Schemmenti. You don't deserve... yet.

- Hmm revengeful, I like that. But I kind of deserve it, I was a real bastard today.

You just nod in agreement and let go of her warm arms running towards the stairs, she follows you up those and doesn't miss the opportunity, as she reaches you near the last steps, to slap your ass, which hurts a little since she has a heavy hand, so she strokes the spot and squeezes it. She laughs and walks up the stairs behind you, and, when you reach the top, she stares at you trying to analyze your reaction. The idyllic setting is perfect for a romantic sunset, the room is lit by candles and a line of small lamps hanging on the wall like a tent, a large mattress is on the floor with an outstretched blanket decorated with pillows in warm tones. A small table beside it is decorated with heart-shaped candles and a small cake in the center. It is cozy and romantic.

- It's incredible! - you exclaim, amazed at such attention to detail and the beautiful sight, smiling from ear to ear, your eyes shining brighter than the candles that illuminate the room.

She comes closer and hugs you around the waist, with emotion in her voice because you liked it, she whispers: - I wanted to surprise you.

- And you succeeded, even too much.

She leads you to the large window, sitting you carefully on the rug, pillows behind you, and pulls the little table with the cake between you. A sparkling candle is placed in the middle of the frosting, you stare at each other for a few seconds before she lights it.

- Make a wish, amore mio. - the redhead hums.

When you close the eyes can feel the sun beating against the face, hear clearly the sound of the trees shaking and the birds gathering. You take a deep breath, feeling the pure air entering and leaving your body, the scent of the candles, Melissa's usual perfume fills your nostrils and makes you smile. Then open your eyes, it's so beautiful, so perfect, everything seems right at this moment, the sun is setting in a sky tinged with orange, pink and gold, small rays of sunlight disappearing behind the trees. Melissa by your side. At this moment your heart fills with joy, along with the feeling of being loved and appreciated enveloping you. It's as if everything around you is a work of art, and Melissa is your greatest gift, the best you could ever get for your birthday. You feel fulfilled, at peace, at home with her. Concentrating, you close the eyes again, take a deep breath before blowing out the candle, mentalizing your wish while the disappearing sparks take you with it. When you finish, open your eyes and turn to Melissa, smiling with the feeling of duty done. She watches you with a gentle gaze, a sweet smile, and she leans over, setting the table aside, kissing your forehead.

- Happy birthday, principessa! - her voice is so sexy speaking Italian, it accentuates all the things that turn you on about her, and you pull her by the neck to come closer - So now I deserve a decent kiss? - Melissa teases in a whisper, moving even closer so that she is close to your ear, grazing teeth on the lobe and nibbling.

She pulls you around the waist and hugs you tightly, their bodies very close together, feeling each other's heavy breathing. Your lips meet and she responds with a low moan, opening and exploring your mouth with her tongue in precise movements, the kiss deep and slow. Her hands move up, one caresses your face and the other moves down to below your boobs, caressing the skin covered by the blouse. Her fingertips make a ghost trail on your skin, lips open and you sigh loudly when you feel her hand squeeze the breast. Fingers creep up to the neckline, unbuttoning the first button, it becomes somewhat difficult when she doesn't want to separate from you, so in one quick and strong motion she pulls the fabric down, the buttons falling to your knees opening the blouse, leaving you exposed. Boobs showing, perfectly accessible to the teacher's greedy hands, she squeezes both of them hard and lets her nails scrape across the sensitive skin.

- Well, this is much more fun. - she murmurs as you separate to slip her blouse over the head, while you unbutton your jeans the woman throws her own clothes away and pushes you against the pillows, practically ripping the pants off your body in a hurry, thirsty - You really were hoping for something, weren't you?! - Melissa refers to the matching lingerie you wear.

- I've been waiting for a certain redhead to destroy this. - you whisper provocatively and stretch your legs out so that you're exposed to her, taking a deep breath trying to maintain some self-control as you watch her bite the lips and stare at your pussy with pure lust in the eyes - And this. - and slowly runs a finger between legs, staring up at her.

Melissa just smiles mischievously and places one of the legs between yours, feeling the dripping arousal and lowers the face down to be close to yours, giving a slow kiss that ends with your upper lip caught between her teeth. This draws a sigh and, even with all the self-confidence of a minute earlier, makes you blush too. She leans in leaving a trail of kisses from neck to navel, lifting her gaze to stare at you, those light eyes are seductive and full of desire that make you shiver in anticipation. The teacher laughs before sucking on the soft skin, continuing on the trail, this time marking the skin with hickeys and small bites. When she reaches the mound of Venus scrape the lips near the panty mark where you can feel the hot breath, her hands push your legs open even further and find themselves squeezing the back of your thighs, then Melissa clips the fabric between the teeth. You gasp as you feel it being pulled away.

- You're so wet that you're making my job difficult, principessa. - she murmurs and carelessly pulls the fabric over the side, really destroying the panties with the force she uses, leaving it in shreds. You stare at her in disbelief - Remember, you're the one who caused it.

- Fuck...

She smiles and leans back where she was before, standing over your now naked and fully exposed pussy, Melissa admires how aroused you are, feeling the heat and wetness dripping between the legs, there is a satisfaction in seeing the mess she has made in your intimacy, just enjoying this sight of the gods. Your body trembles as her tongue touches you without warning, she sucks vigorously and nibbles lightly on the bundle of nerves, she is skillful and provocative as she intersperses sharp movements slowly penetrating you. Soon you are lost in delirium, the intense sensations and the heat taking over make your body completely surrendered to pleasure. Her hot and rough tongue explores your intimacy while the hands move up to your hips, digging her nails in to keep you in place, submissive to her touches. She squeezes hard and you moan, whimpering her name. Suddenly she inserts three fingers inside you, testing limits, it's not like you haven't done this before but there has always been preparation first, this way it's something new, a pleasurable sensation mixed with a little pain. Melissa barely lets you adjust to the stretching, starting to move steadily inside and smiles as she hears the whimpers as you try to deal with all the sensations running through your body.

- You're enjoying this, aren't you, principessa?! - she asks rhetorically as she increases the speed of the movements, hitting all the right spots inside you - Am I making you feel good? I know I am.

A scream escapes down your throat as she sucks you again, working fingers and tongue in a fast and strong rhythm, she continues to increase encouraged by your desperate moans for release. Soon the anxiety becomes unbearable, your pussy clenches on her fingers, a sign that you are close to cumming, normally this would stop the redhead and she would carefully work to bring you to climax, but now she uses all her strength to penetrate you harder and deeper, building to an orgasm unlike any you have had together before. The air is taken from your lungs for a second as a rough push makes your body shudder completely, an orgasm runs through every nerve and extremity, pure pleasure taking over to the point where it almost hurts with such intensity.

And God, it's worth when you're cumming in Melissa Schemmenti's mouth. Your body twitches with a wave of inexplicable pleasure as her lips and tongue continue to work without waiting for you to get over your first orgasm, fingers sliding out with difficulty as your walls tighten around her. Your hands grip the pillows above the head as you feel a twinge in your belly, knowing what is coming, another orgasm, a little painful yet much more pleasurable. The mind becomes cloudy, there is no coherent thought and everything seems too much your mind and it fades for a few seconds, losing consciousness. The world slowly fades away as you pass out, colors blur and golden lights slowly fade. Your body sweetens, heart speeds up, and mind disappears into a fog. You feel light, in a state of ecstasy, floating on an ocean of satisfaction. Your body relaxes before slowly coming back to consciousness to find Melissa staring at you with a proud smile on those sinful lips. All you want is kiss her again.

- Damn, I fucked you into unconsciousness. - Mel purrs, staring maliciously as she lies between your legs, bare skin against bare skin, eye to eye - Well, that was just the beginning, amore mio.

- Oh?

- As soon as you recover I'm going to fuck you so hard we'll find out if you're a secret squirt or not. It would be fucking sexy to see you wet the sheets. I'll make you moan and scream with pleasure to the point where you lose your voice. - she says with her voice low and husky, making your body tremble in a new wave of desire, lips close to yours, just when you think the teacher is about to start another kiss her wet fingers slide into your mouth, so you can taste your own cum - Suck it, principessa. - you obey and she gasps in delight watching the scene - And I may or may not have a bag full of toys in the trunk... That strapon we saw on a site last month.

Her fingers come out of your mouth gently and she sucks on them, tasting the fluids there with pleasure. It's a sinful scene to watch, a pornographic torture to see her like this, with messy hair, flushed face and chest, sweat dripping down her forehead and lips reddened and moist.

- No way.

- All for my woman. - Melissa whispers, giving a quick kiss, then strokes your face - This is gonna be the best birthday you've ever had, at least in a sexual way. I'm going to fuck you like never before and give all the pleasure you deserve, make up for today. I promise you.

And by the look on her face you are sure that she means it and believes every word the redhead says, also being aware that you probably won't be able to walk straight Monday after a weekend with this version of Melissa.

- Happy birthday, mia principessa!

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