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truth or dare (joel miller x f!reader) 18+
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notification blog | kofi | in honor of my bestie han @swiftispunk who recently celebrated her birthday (and in honor of spooky season starting 🎃) i thought i'd step outside the boundaries of what i usually write and try something new. i'd also like to give a huge shoutout to @toxicanonymity whose entire masterlist greatly influenced my desire to try something like this. please heed the warnings!!! and as i said this is my first time writing anything like this so pls be kind 🫠
summary: a harmless game of truth or dare ends with you tied up in a certain mysterious neighbor's garage. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: dubcon (reader is given a choice to leave, but not immediately), dark!joel, age gap (reader is college age, joel is in his fifties), unprotected p in v sex, use of restraints, ropes, spanking, degradation, sir kink, dirty talk (use of 'little girl' as a pet name), face fucking, rough sex, creampie, brief anal play, humiliation, inappropriate use of a household item (he puts a flashlight up her cooch), marking (with a sharpie), size kink (joel is much bigger than reader and can lift her), pls lemme know if i forgot anything word count: 8.3k
Your palms are sweaty, fingers sticking to your skin as you stand at the edge of the property with goosebumps already blooming along your flesh. The air is chilly, that end of summer evening air flooding your nostrils as a car drives past through streams of leftover rainwater, headlights blurring your vision for a moment. It passes quickly and you're alone again, standing on the street corner with a mixture of anticipation and dread filling your trembling body.
Everything had been fine about twenty minutes ago. A typical party with your hometown friends, one last hurrah before everyone splits off for the third year in a row to go back to their respective colleges, back to long lectures and underwhelming frat boys. It had gone the same way it always does when you get together - shots, secrets, schemes. No end of summer party could ever be complete without a game of truth or dare, not for your crowd anyway.
It had started simple. "Which one of us had the best glow-up this year?" "I dare you to text the last guy you slept with." "What's the kinkiest thing you've done with somebody?" "I dare you to show us the last nude someone sent you." Typical borderline adolescent challenges, things you all still followed through with despite being too old for the game - it's the principle of it, to indulge and pretend, if only for a little while, that life is as simple as it once was.
"Who's the last person you had a sex dream about?"
You'd twisted your hands awkwardly in your lap, felt heat rush to the apples of your cheeks. Usually a question like this wouldn't make you hesitate, but the subject of the answer had been a slightly embarrassing one. As soon as the name Joel Miller had fallen from your lips, you'd been met with screams and squeals and excited chatter from every direction.
"He's so fucking creepy though," one of your friends had said with wide eyes, palm over her mouth, "He gives off serial killer vibes."
"Oh please, he's not that bad," another had chimed in, "He's just a loner, kinda mysterious. I see the vision."
"Are we forgetting the part where he's old as hell? Dude must be in his fifties, at least."
"But that means experience."
"It could also mean limp dick."
"You guys are disgusting," you'd moaned, leaning back on your hands, "It was one dream, let's move on."
And they had. Briefly. Until it was once again your turn and they'd all rounded on you with cheshire cat grins and glinting stares. You should have known what was coming when you chose Dare.
"I dare you to go over to his house."
You'd resisted, of course. The dare itself didn't even make much sense; what were you meant to do? Go over and ding-dong-ditch his front door like a twelve year old boy? But it had only snowballed from there, all five girls tossing in their own thoughts and ideas, talking and giggling over each other. "She should ask him on a date." "She should just flirt a little bit, see how he reacts." "She could see how far she can get with him, maybe?" "Oh shit, that's good."
You could have always said no - there was no way any of them could force you to do it, even if it would have ended the party abruptly with grumbled complaints and a slammed door. But the more they talked the more you found yourself listening, letting the concept sink in, the images of the dream you'd had the other night flooding to the front of your mind. Mysterious and elusive Joel Miller, big hands covered in the motor oil he uses to tinker with his truck, trailing his messy fingers between the swells of your breasts...
They'd managed to convince you just by the reminder alone, though also due to the fact that they'd each tossed in a twenty dollar bill and stated that simply getting a kiss on the cheek would warrant a win. The prospect was intriguing; it would be a testament to your own desirability, your game. How far can you get with your quiet neighbor who probably hasn't touched a woman in years? Who'll probably fold the second he realizes someone as young and beautiful as you is interested in him?
"I'll do it," you'd said with a smirk, rising from the hardwood, "How hard can it be?"
Harder than you thought, apparently. Because now you stand a few feet from Joel Miller's house, loitering soundlessly at the edge of his front lawn, hesitating. The sun has gone down, turning the hedges along the side of his property into frighteningly tall shadows, dark and menacing. A light breeze flows past and you wrap yourself tighter in your well-worn maroon cardigan, shivering, staring at your boots and wondering if you can really bring yourself to do this.
It'll be so humiliating if he rejects your advances. On the other hand, will it somehow be less-so if he returns your flirtatiousness and you then have to reject him once you've gotten what you came for? How will that make you look? You're not even really sure why you care - probably because the man has done nothing to you whatsoever, nothing that would warrant such a foolish prank as this being played on him. It makes you feel bad, in a way. As much as you and your friends make fun of him, he really is just a man who keeps to himself - perhaps this is going too far.
You notice light flickering nearby, a reflection of fluorescents in the puddles of his driveway. You figured he'd be in his garage - it's where he spends most of his time, bent over the exposed hood of the truck he's seemingly been working on ever since he moved in at the beginning of the summer. You've never seen him drive it, never even seen him leave the property, but you've passed by the house on more than one occasion. You've seen the way he rolls up the sleeves of his flannel, forearms splattered black and grey, expression focused on the task at hand while sweat drips from his greying temples.
Having a sex dream about him really shouldn't have been that shocking, now that you think about it. The man is a mystery, sure, but he isn't ugly by any means.
You swallow down your qualms, picturing the faces of your friends more than likely smooshed against the living room window a few houses back, watching. As soon as you turn the corner, you'll disappear from view, obstructed by the hedges and the sudden darkness of night. You take one more deep breath, one last burst of chilly evening air into your lungs, and accept your fate.
--
He doesn't notice you walking up his driveway, taking slow and meager steps as you assess the open garage, the truck with its hood popped as usual, the flickering of the florescent lights hanging from the ceiling. He doesn't notice you, but you notice him. You spot a pair of steel toed boots and long denim clad legs sticking out from underneath the truck, hear the clink and clang of metal against metal while he tinkers with something down there, unseen. As you reach the garage it becomes apparent that you still have one last chance to end this before it begins, turn around and take the loss.
But you don't.
"Excuse me," you offer in a weak voice, teetering nervously at the edge of the garage door, neither inside nor out - neutral ground.
The clinking stops, replaced by the steady pounding of your heart in your chest, the heaviness of your breathing. You try to loosen your hands from their fisted forms and unclench your fingers, focusing on the stretch of flesh and bone while the legs beneath the car slowly begin to inch forward. He's not laying on any type of support, one of those wheeled contraptions you've seen other people use - no, he's simply got his back to the ground, a back and body that's slowly coming into view.
His black and green flannel rides up where he's been laying on it, as well as the grey t-shirt he wears beneath; as he slides out from under the car you spot a bare sliver of skin just above his waistband, a patch of hair that trails down into his jeans. A lump forms in your throat. When he finally peeks his head out, you swallow around it and try to remember to breathe.
Greying hair slicked back behind his ears, cheekbones smeared slightly with something black, scruff lining a strong yet soft jawline, a plump bottom lip, and those eyes... dark brown, almost black. It's the face that's practically been haunting you all summer, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not.
His brow furrows as soon as he sees you, "Can I help you?"
It's not the first time you've heard him talk, but it's certainly the first time he's ever spoken directly to you. His accent is stronger than you remember, words slipping smoothly past his lips like butter as he eyes you from the floor of his garage, knees up, hands still hidden in the darkness. A few seconds pass before you realize he's asked you a question.
"Oh, um-" You haven't thought this through very far, that's for sure. What the fuck do you even say? You take a breath and remind yourself that you're good at this, have seduced your fair share of frat boys in the past two years with minimal effort and have never heard the word no. Sure, Joel Miller isn't a frat boy - far from it - but underneath his cold exterior he's still very much a man, and very much capable of falling under the spell of a beautiful woman. You hope, anyway.
"I was just taking a walk," you lie, "Saw your light on, thought I'd come say hi."
He stares at you blankly, like he's unsure exactly how he's supposed to respond - or perhaps he's already seeing through your façade. You take a step into his garage, poised at the edge as you lean casually against the opening.
"Honestly, um-" you push some hair behind your ear and attempt to look shy, though it's not a huge jump from how you're actually feeling, "I've been meaning to talk to you, before I go back to college."
At your words he raises an eyebrow and slowly brings his hands downwards, palms pressing flat against the dark concrete. You watch as he eases himself up and out from under the truck, and god he's tall - tall and broad and huge compared to you, a fact that sends a little flutter into your belly. He takes a step toward the work bench against the wall, eyes still on you as he reaches down and picks up a rag to wipe his hands, big and wide and streaked with oil. You remember your dream and feel a twinge in your underwear.
"Talk to me about what?" he asks, massaging the rag against his fingers.
You shrug as nonchalantly as you can, taking another step inside his garage, closer to where he stands at the work bench. You cross your legs in an attempt to show them off, stretching your ankle toward a spare tire on the floor and accentuating the sheerness of your black tights, the little run that splits the material at the inside of your knee, the hint of bare skin that peeks out beneath.
"Nothing in particular," you say, keeping your voice soft and steady but doing your best to keep that shy girlishness present, "Just... wanted to." You peer up at him from under your lashes and bite your lip, then reach out your hand for him to take. You say your name.
He assesses your hand but doesn't take it, brow still furrowed. "Joel," he replies, "And I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment. Don't really have time to talk." His voice is cold and gruff, absolutely no sign of interest or attraction - dammit.
"What're you doing?" you ask, tilting your head.
He continues to stare at you blankly, "What does it look like I'm doin'?"
Okaaaay, then.
You shrug again and take another step, turning to look at the wall next to you. Tools line the shelves, wrenches and screwdrivers and the like dangling rather precariously here and there, smeared in motor oil and dust. It's a mess but you'd be willing to bet that it's organized chaos, that he likes it this way.
"What's this?" you ask, pointing to a particularly large object, something that looks like a mixture between a pair of scissors and a wrench.
"Bolt cutters," he supplies you monotonously.
"Ohh," you say with a nod, leaning a bit into the confused pretty girl stereotype and hoping maybe he's a sucker for it, "And what's that?" You point toward a small cylindrical object, black and tactical, only a few inches long.
"You never seen a flashlight before?"
Oh. Right. "Woops," you giggle, "Sorry."
You turn your face to look at him sheepishly and he's still watching you, big arms now crossed against his broad chest - impatient. Well, this is clearly not working either. He's frowning, eyes so focused on your face that you feel almost naked beneath it, like he's staring into your soul. You clear your throat awkwardly and tug your bottom lip between your teeth, breaking your own gaze away from him and trying to find something else to comment on.
"So you've been working on your truck," you state, gesturing toward the vehicle as if only just noticing it was even there, "What's - uh - what's wrong with it?"
He's clearly not buying into whatever the fuck you're even trying to sell. He remains silent, eyes still on you, and suddenly it's like you've never even interacted with a man before - and to be honest, maybe you haven't. Frat boys are certainly not men by any means, and nowhere near in the same league as Joel Miller by a long shot, probably almost triple their age with a dark and mysterious aura that feels almost suffocating. He just stares at you, slightly unnerving, but also seductive in its own way, almost like he's challenging you.
"What do you want?" he asks blankly.
"I-I told you," your voice is already faltering, losing its flirtatious edge the more you realize how dumb of an idea this was, "I just wanted to talk to you."
"Yeah, I got that," he says stiffly, "Why?"
You've already exhausted the avenues you thought might work, which means you've got one last chance before he sends you packing. With bated breath you take the final few steps toward him and - averting your gaze - you reach your hand out to touch his forearm with your fingertips. It's feather light, but you're suddenly very aware of the goosebumps that rise on his freckled flesh, the way the thick hair on his arms seems to stand on end the second your skin touches his. Okay, now we're getting somewhere.
"I think you're handsome," you murmur softly, feeling warmth rush to your cheeks when you realize that it's not a lie. And it really isn't. As your gaze gradually tilts up you catch a glimpse of the hair on his chest, peeking out from under his grey t-shirt. You spot his pecs beneath the fabric of his flannel, see the throbbing veins in his neck, the coarseness of his scruff, the sharp curve of his nose, and those fucking eyes - looking at you with a darkness, a lust, that wasn't there before.
He's not just handsome; he's fucking gorgeous.
"What're you doin'?" he asks you, that gruffness still present but being taken over by something else, something darker.
"Nothing," you breathe, still trailing your fingers along his forearm until they reach its apex and dip into the soft part behind his elbow, damp with sweat. You swallow, throat going dry as you stroke his skin with your thumb.
"Doesn't feel like nothin'," his voice is quieter, matching yours, and he tilts his head slightly as he continues to stare into your eyes, "Why're you really here, sweetheart?"
Sweetheart. The word sends a burst of warmth to your chest, a smile to your lips. You unlock your eyes from his bashfully, watching your own movements as you trail your fingers back down toward his hand and wrap them around one of his fingers, so thick compared to your own. You squeeze gently, biting your lip again as you peer back up at him. Here it is. Moment of truth. You tilt your head up slightly, eyelashes fluttering as you lean forward to connect your lips with his.
Except, they don't connect.
Instead he pulls his hands away from you, brings them upwards and wraps them around your upper arms, squeezing tightly. Your eyes widen, confusion flooding your features.
"Turn around and bend over."
"W-what?" Shock doesn't even begin to describe the ice cold feeling that now makes its way through your body, edged with something else - something you can't explain.
"Turn around," he repeats, his big hands squeezing your arms even tighter - relentless, firm - as he peers down at you with a dark hunger in his eyes, glinting black beneath the fluorescents, "And bend over."
He does not give you another chance to obey - you're too frozen in surprise and confusion to do anything yourself. Instead, he uses the force of his weight on your arms to spin you on the spot, shoving you against the work bench. You feel one of his hands move from your arm to your back, pushing hard until you fold, warm cheek coming to rest against the cold wood.
"Wh-what are you doing?" your voice is meager, weak, and you feel him wrap one of his hands around both your wrists like it's nothing, pinning them against your back like they're simply twigs in his wide palm.
"What you're clearly fuckin' beggin' for," he replies gruffly, and you feel his other hand at your skirt, feel the brush of his fingertips at the hem as he reaches upward to grip the band of your tights. Your eyes widen and instinctively you pull back, pull away - he just pushes you back down.
"I'm not-" you begin, shock quickly being replaced with fear when you realize how easily overpowered you are, how fluidly he's able to tug down your tights and expose your ass to him, clad in only a black thong already lost between your cheeks.
"Oh, you're not, huh?" his voice is cold and stoic, angry, "You think you can play games with me, little girl?" His hand comes to rest against the swell of your behind and you suddenly feel his breath above you, hot in your ear, "Tell me why you're really here."
You try to lift your head up to look at him better but he just shoves you back down again. Panic floods your body, mixed with the unmistakable burn of arousal. You feel yourself twitch in your underwear, feel a sudden gush of warmth spill inside the fabric as he begins to trail his finger up and down the thin line of black cotton.
"I-I'm..." You're at a complete loss for words, unable to articulate anything, unsure of what exactly is happening - or about to happen. Two minutes ago you'd been sure he was about to tell you to leave, practically kick you out of the garage himself, and now you're not sure leaving is even a possibility.
He pulls his hand back and you cry out when it comes down to slap against one of your cheeks, a sharp sting and burn you hadn't been anticipating.
"Tell me why you're here," he repeats - authoritarian, firm.
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out except a frightened squeak, something which clearly eggs him on even more. He spanks you again, harder this time, palm flat and wide against your pebbled flesh. The sound that slips past your lips is somehow akin to a moan of some sort, guttural and deep.
"I'll just make it harder and harder, sweetheart," he says then, and the pet name no longer contains the warmth it did mere moments ago; instead it's cold and detached, mocking. You're still reeling when his hand comes down to slap against you again, even harder this time, and your hands ball into fists behind your back as you let out another low moan. More slick gushes into your panties and it's impossible to deny that somehow, despite the fear twinging in your heart, you're so fucking turned on.
"M-my friends," you gasp out, and you feel him squeeze your abused ass cheek which you're sure is already dark with his handprint, "They- they dared me to see how far I c-could get with you."
He lets your words sink in for a moment, squeezing again - tighter, so tight that it hurts. You whimper against the wooden top of the work bench, legs shaking.
"So you came here to get fucked," he finally states.
"N-no, I swear, I-"
"Wasn't a question," he interrupts, and you feel his other hand tighten around your wrists, "You came here to get fucked so you're gonna get fucked, end of story."
"But I-"
Without any warning he suddenly pushes himself up against you from behind, the rough denim of his jeans pressing deliciously up against your exposed skin. You gasp, eyes going wide when you feel the long, thick shape of his dick between your cheeks, huge and hard. He holds it there, his free hand coming down to lay flat beside your head against the work bench.
"You feel that?" he asks, voice suddenly quieter but still full of that ice cold malice, "You feel that cock?"
Fuck. "Y-yes," you breathe, "I feel it."
"You have five seconds before i close this door and stuff you full, understand?" Suddenly all you can hear is the heavy sound of his breathing, the panting of your own, the thud of your heart where it presses painfully against the wood. He's giving you an out.
"I- I-" you swallow, brows furrowing when you feel his hand slacken around your wrists. You could pull away now, yank yourself out of his grasp and sprint down his driveway, return to your friends. Forget this ever even happened.
It's your last chance.
"Five," he begins, breath warm against your face.
Run. Just run.
"Four."
But why?
"Three."
Why don't you want to run?
"Two."
Why do you want to stay?
"One."
He pulls his hand up from the work bench and hits a button on the wall, eliciting a loud mechanical noise to your left as the garage door starts to close. You watch with wide eyes as your chance to leave slowly vanishes inch by inch until it's gone completely, and yet no part of you itches to run, to escape. There's nothing to escape from, you realize. You want to be here. You want him to fuck you.
As the reality of your situation starts to settle, his grip around your wrists tightens once again. You sense him reaching up somewhere above you, and you suddenly feel the harsh texture of what feels like thickly braided rope wrapping around your wrists. The realization that he's restraining you sends another pool of release into your panties, another faint squeak past your lips.
"You gonna stay still for me?" he asks, voice dark and clearer now in the silence of his garage, no sounds of rain or cars to disrupt you, "Huh? You gonna be a good girl?"
"Yes," you breathe, nodding against the wood.
"Say it."
"I'm gonna stay still," you promise, "I'm gonna be a good girl."
He finishes knotting the rope around your wrists, tight and uncomfortable against your skin. He pushes his groin up against your ass again, brings his now free hands downward to reach through your cardigan and squeeze your breasts. Your nipples are hard beneath the soft cotton of your shirt, no bra between the layer of material and your bare skin; he tweaks them in his fingers and you shudder.
"These are mine," he whispers in your ear, scruff nuzzling against the side of your face, "These tits, this ass," he drops his hands from your breasts to squeeze your cheeks again, "and this pussy." His hand drops to the puffy shape of your lips beneath your thong and you whimper. "Understand?"
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?"
You're not sure what he's asking for, what he wants you to say. You take a guess. "Yes, sir," you whisper, and you feel him smile against your ear. Bingo.
He doesn't bother to pull your tights down the rest of the way; instead, he rips them, pulling them apart in his big hands and reaching inside to curl his index finger around the thin strip of your thong. He pulls it - hard - and it rips from you with a rough tearing sound and a painful sting, eliciting a loud gasp from you which he rewards with another spank.
You feel his finger slip between your lips for a moment, gathering some of your release before he pulls it away. "Juicy fuckin' pussy," he mutters, and you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone, vulgar in the quiet room. You have no time to ask about protection, no time to even really process how quickly this is already happening, before you feel the warm tip of his cock pushing against your twitching hole. You gasp again, hands furling under the ropes.
"Shh," he quiets you, stilling for a second, "Don't squirm."
"Sorry," you whisper, tears pricking in your eyes, "I'm sorry."
"What're you sorry for?" he murmurs, feeding his cock to you in small increments, reveling in the noises falling past your lips. It's so fucking big, bigger than you'd anticipated - it feels like he's spearing you, splitting you in half, especially without much preparation. It stretches and burns, but the warmth of it, the way it pulses as it invades your body, just makes you gush even more. "Hm?" he continues, "What're you sorry for? You sorry for squirmin' or sorry you pissed me off?"
Your eyes roll back as he bottoms out, his pubic hair pressing coarsely against your pussy lips, heavy balls firm to your ass. You try to speak but it's hard to get the words out when you're so full, the wide tip of him pushing into your cervix.
"You a virgin?" he asks you then, voice changing for a moment, like for the briefest of seconds he's wondering whether he should have gone slower.
You shake your head quickly, "N-no," you manage to gasp out.
"Feel like a fuckin' virgin," he grunts, pulling out and then immediately slamming back inside. Your head bumps against the work bench, a groan falling from your mouth as he makes a home inside you. "Christ," he mutters, "Tight little thing. You feel me in your stomach, baby?"
You're not sure he wants you to answer, but it becomes clear when his hand slaps down on your ass cheek again and you cry out.
"Yes," you moan, then quickly amend, "Yes, sir."
"S'what happens when you come in here, actin' like a little slut," he suddenly reaches for your cardigan and yanks it off - it catches on your restrained hands and he simply rips it and tosses it to the floor, "But then again, you're not actin', are you? Huh? What's a slut like you doin' wearin' all these fuckin' layers?"
"I'm s-sorry," you repeat, already mourning the loss of your favorite sweater, now ripped to shreds at your feet.
"Sorry's not good enough, little girl," he breathes, thrusting into you again so hard that you yelp, cheek still pressed into the splintered wood of the work bench, "That's it, fuckin' take it."
He fucks you without any reservations, any inhibitions. Your legs shake and you can hear the slap of his hairy thighs against yours as he pounds into you relentlessly. You have no choice but to take it, the stretch of his huge cock becoming less painful the more he gives it to you over and over, the room full of the wet squelch of your pussy gripping him. He grabs your hips, fingertips digging into your bare flesh as he takes and takes; you wish you could see his face, wish you could see how he looks when he's fucking you, getting his pleasure. The thought makes you whine, tears streaming down your face as your body moves back and forth against the work bench.
It feels fucking amazing. You've never had a cock as big as his before, never been fucked so deep and so hard, like he doesn't care if he breaks you, makes you cry. He hasn't touched your clit and yet you already feel you could come from just this, just the relentless push and pull of his dick inside you. Unfortunately, just as soon as you feel your orgasm starting to build, he pulls out. Your brow furrows.
"Stand up," he orders, "and turn around."
You obey, relief overtaking you as soon as you're no longer bent at such an awkward angle. The moment you turn to face him you barely get a look at his face before he's reaching down and tearing your shirt in half - easily, like it's nothing. You don't even have time to wonder how the hell you're gonna get home with all your clothes ripped to shreds when his mouth is suddenly wrapped around your left nipple, and you whine at the sensation. You peer down at him, biting your lip and watching his wet lips suckle around the hard bud, beard scratching deliciously against your skin. Your hand aches to cup the back of his head but it's still pinned behind your back, tied tight beneath the rope.
"Fuck," you whimper, and his dark gaze flashes up to meet yours as he sucks, the hint of a smirk on his lips when he pulls away.
"Feels good, does it?" he asks, and seeing the words come out of his mouth is somehow more sinful than when you could only hear them, "You like bein' used?"
You nod almost immediately despite never having experienced anything like this in your life - though admittedly you've undeniably wanted to experience this, ached to have somebody take control, tell you what to do, make you do things. It's like you've somehow known subconsciously all summer that Joel Miller could be that person for you, despite never having said two words to him. It was just a feeling, an instinct, and that dream...
"Yeah?" he continues, and suddenly his hand comes up to cup your pussy, thumb finally pressing against your clit. You cry out, tears still trickling down your cheeks. "Said you were in college, right? You take any college dick up here? Be honest now."
You nod again, "Y-yes."
"How many?"
"I... I don't know," you breathe. It's the truth, and you can tell as soon as the words leave your mouth that it does something to him. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, two fingers slipping up inside of you.
"'Course you don't know," he murmurs, pushing them as deep inside as he can, making you whimper, "You wouldn't know, would you?"
Your thighs tighten together - squeezing his hand - and he just smirks again, curving his fingers and making you moan. Your lower back digs into the work bench as he stands, pushes you up against it and peers down into your eyes again with a hunger that's only getting worse. You assess his expression, the pout of his lips as he fucks you with his fingers, the focused lines creased into his forehead. So fucking handsome.
"You're not a good girl," he breathes, nose brushing yours, "Knew it from the day I saw you. You're just made for takin' cock. Am I right?"
"Yes," you whisper, nodding shakily and bumping your lips up toward his - he pulls away again and you can't help but feel disappointed, aching to feel his lips against yours.
"Tonight you're made to take my cock, that clear?" he continues, and you watch as his other hand travels downward to wrap around it - just out of your periphery. He's too close to you, crowded so much in your space that you know he won't like it if you break eye contact. You can tell by his arm movements that he's pumping himself at the same speed he's fucking you with his fingers, inhaling deeply, "I'm gonna ruin you, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not."
"Y-yes sir," you whisper, voice squeaking when he speeds up his fingers and pumps them in and out with fervor, thumb rubbing furiously against your clit. Yet again he brings you almost to the edge and then removes his hand completely, stepping back with a low chuckle when you whimper pathetically.
Your disappointment only lasts a moment because now you can see him, see the girthy length of him that's already been inside of you hanging out of his zipper, glistening with your slick. He's huge, tip dark and intrusive, beads of his own arousal dripping from the slit; your mouth waters. His eyes cast down to where you're looking and he smiles, dark and mocking.
"Never gonna see another dick like this, darlin'," he breathes, "So you better start showin' your appreciation." His eyes glint. "Kneel."
You're practically already on your way to kneeling before he says it, in awe of the sheer girth and shape of him. The second your bare knees hit the cold floor he's crowding you again, hand coming around to hold the back of your head.
"Open wide, baby," he murmurs.
Your jaw drops and he plunges inside your mouth quickly and seamlessly, making you gasp around his length as your eyes widen. You can't breathe, looking up at him with more tears already fogging your vision as he immediately slips into the depths of your throat with no hesitation. You gag, eyes bulging as you attempt to swallow around the intrusion, find your breath, but it's impossible.
"Yeah," he breathes, both of his hands cradling your face and holding you still as he lets his cock sit unmoving in your throat, "Yeah, that's it. That's what you're made for."
He only holds it there for a few seconds but by the time he pulls it out you're gasping for air, coughing and spluttering as tears stream relentlessly down your cheeks. He keeps cradling your face, tuts to himself as you try to get your breath back. The head of his cock bumps softly against your bottom lip.
"Not off to a great start, are we?" he murmurs, "Let's try again."
He pushes his cock past your lips again and you try your hardest not to gag, a little more prepared this time. The pulsing head of his cock situates itself firmly in your throat, the pubic hair at the base tickling your nose while his balls bounce against your chin. You look up at him with pleading eyes, watch as he stares down at you with nothing but malice in his expression, contempt. You're just a hole to him, nothing more.
He pulls out and lets you gasp another breath before he's shoving himself back in, hands moving back to hold your head firmly as he fucks your face. You don't move - you don't need to; he does all the work as he drags your head back and forth along his cock, hitting the back of your throat over and over again until you're gagging and practically sobbing for air. Your knees ache against the concrete floor and you know you'll have bruises tomorrow, know that you probably won't be able to swallow properly for a few days either. Somehow, you don't really care.
When he's gotten his fill he yanks himself out and allows you to catch your breath for a few seconds, throat constricting around nothing while you choke and gasp.
"Stand up," he orders, and even though you're still gasping for air you manage to bring yourself back up, legs shaking. Saliva drips down your chin, drooling from your mouth in long strands, but with your hands tied you can't make any attempt to clean yourself up - he probably wouldn't want you to anyway.
His wide palms are suddenly on your hips, and he picks you up and places you on top of the work bench with minimal effort, arms bulging. You're completely naked now save for your ripped tights while he's still fully clothed, dripping cock still peeking out past his zipper, covered in your saliva. He steps between your legs and pushes your thighs open, then slips inside of you once again in one short push, making you yelp.
"Oh, please," he grumbles, gripping your hips tightly and pulling your bare body taut against him, head hitting his chest, "We both know you can take it."
It's not like you have any other choice at this point. He fucks you harder than he had before, now that he has easier access, can pull you so firmly against him that his entire length is continuously swallowed up entirely by your dripping pussy. His nails dig into your skin as his cock fucks up against your cervix over and over, so relentless it's almost painful. It's overwhelming how huge he is, not just his cock but his body in general, the way he towers over you and watches your expressions as he takes what's now his.
"Poor little thing," he mumbles, bringing one of his hands up to thumb the tears on your face, "Never been so full, huh? It's okay, shhh," his finger finds your lips and pushes against them almost mockingly, like he's chastising you, "Shhh, this is what you asked for, remember? S'what you wanted." You shake your head but he just nods, "Yeah, it is. You wanted that cock and now you're gettin' it."
Suddenly you're being lifted from the workbench, carried in his embrace with his cock still buried deep inside. You cry out, wrists straining against the ropes, itching to wrap your arms around his neck and hold yourself up with more stability. His arms come up to stretch along the expanse of your back, holding you still and pulling you even closer. As if on instinct your legs bend upwards to wrap around his waist, curling around his lower back while he pistons inside of you without restraint, without mercy.
"Fuck," you almost scream, feeling the rough denim of his jeans scratching against your ass, the heaviness of his balls slapping against you over and over again, "Fuckfuckfuck!"
"Yeah, there she is, there's that little slut," he says, a smile spreading across his face, voice somehow calm despite the fact that he's pounding into you over and over, "Nothin' like gettin' fucked stupid to sort ya out, huh? Needed to be punished, didn't you, sweetheart?"
You don't answer, can't answer, eyes rolling back as he fucks you with abandon. Of course it's not a surprise when he lands a hard spank against your ass, grips your cheek tightly in his palm and growls roughly in your ear, "Answer me, little girl."
"Yes," you force yourself to gasp out, head tilting back, "Yes sir, yes."
"S'right," he mutters, and you suddenly feel the pads of his fingers against your clit, rubbing at an aggressively fast pace that sends depraved noises spitting past your lips, "Come on that cock, tighten up that little pussy even more for me, baby, come on."
It only takes seconds for him to make you come, your eyes rolling back as your body shakes and writhes in his grasp. He doesn't slow his movements, keeps fucking you deep and hard as your legs loosen at his waist and you flop like a ragdoll in his arms.
"Chokin' that dick," he murmurs, "Had so many cocks in this little hole and you're still the tightest thing I've fucked," his brow furrows as he watches your face, watches as your eyes flutter open and your jaw slackens, "And what about your other hole, baby?" You feel one of his fingers prod against your asshole, circle the rim as he continues to bounce you up and down, "Ever had a cock in there?"
You tense up a little in his embrace, eyes widening. At your reaction he slows his movements, still holding you upright and allowing you to just sit on his cock for a moment while he continues to prod your asshole, "I'll take that as a no," he mutters, "Think my cock'll fit up there?"
"It won't," you whisper immediately, shaking your head.
He assesses your expression, eyes trailing up and down your face calculatingly, like he's weighing the pros and cons. Your heart stutters in your chest and you feel that fear from earlier slowly begin to creep back into your psyche, hands shaking under the rope.
"I won't," he states, and relief floods through your body; you relax in his embrace, becoming aware again of his cock still buried deep inside you. He very carefully prods the tip of his index finger inside your asshole and your eyes go wide again, mouth opening in protest. "Yet," he amends, smiling coldly at you, "I won't yet. Not today."
He pulls his finger out and walks with you to the work bench again, places you down gentler than before and peers at you with something in his gaze that you can't place, a curiosity that wasn't there before. It's gone in an instant though, and then he's fucking into you again without warning, gripping tight to your hips and slamming back and forth until you see stars.
"You thought this'd be so funny, didn't you?" he growls, looking at you again with that detached contempt, black eyes locked with yours. He brings his hand down and starts rubbing your clit again, not caring that you only just came a moment ago. "Thought you'd come here, have your fun, and leave again. But it's not so funny anymore, is it? Huh? Is it funny?"
"N-no," you gasp out, overstimulated to the point of even more tears as you squirm and writhe on the work bench, pussy aching from the insistent way he's pounding you and the relentless rubbing of his fingers against your clit.
"S'the last time you show up here tellin' lies," he mutters, "Understand me? Any time you come into my house from now on you're gettin' fucked, got it?"
"Y-yes," you cry, hands futilely attempting to ball into fists behind your back, and he shakes his head.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir!" you scream it, and just as the words pass your lips he stills inside of you, cock twitching as he starts to come. Your eyes go wide, mouth dropping open as his hand sends you into another climax just as he reaches his. Your head falls against his chest and you hear him groan above you, feel the way his cock pulsates and throbs and spits his cum in long and heavy spurts. Your thighs twitch and you feel his hand at your back, pulling you in close as he cups the back of your head.
You stay like that for a moment without speaking, your heavy breaths the only sound in the garage other than the rain now pelting heavily against the door. You swear you can hear his heartbeat.
"Good little girl, warmin' my cock," he murmurs in your ear, and you're still catching your breath, eyes closed, sobs wracking from your throat repeatedly. "Full o'me, huh? You feel all that, baby?"
You can only nod against his chest, wrists still straining against the rope as your toes curl somewhere below you and your body continues to shake. His cum settles warmly deep inside and your eyes roll back a bit when he pushes in further, like he's trying to keep it inside for as long as he can.
"Guess I found a new little cum dumpster, huh?" he whispers, carding his fingers through your hair, "I'll have to say thank you to your friends, or -" he pauses thoughtfully for a moment, "maybe I'll just have to send 'em a little message back with you."
You pull your face back from his chest, peering up at him with tired confusion. He reaches down and pulls out one of the drawers of the work bench, coming back up with a sharpie. You watch with fluttering lashes, unable to stop him - and not really wanting to - as he uncaps the marker and pushes your hair out of the way to write something across your chest, the cold tip making you jolt slightly.
"Shh," he murmurs, "It's okay, I'll untie ya in a sec."
It doesn't take him very long to finish writing whatever it is on your skin, and then he's slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimper at the loss, thighs twitching as you peer down and watch his softening length slip past your hole, followed by a steady stream of his cum. He quickly reaches up and pushes what he can back inside, thumbing it back in carefully while the reality of what's just happened really begins to settle. You just let a man in his fifties tie you up, use you, come inside you, and write on your chest.
"Can't have all that slippin' out yet," he mutters, "Now, what can we use?" His eyes dart up to the shelves above you and he reaches up to grab something; when his hand comes back down you see the pocket flashlight from earlier, see the slightly flared base and know almost immediately what he's planning on using it for.
For some reason - whatever reason it is that you stayed here after he gave you an out, whatever reason you really came here in the first place - you don't protest.
He brings the flashlight downwards and quickly removes his hand from your pussy to replace it with the wide end, slipping it inside with only minimal resistance. You whimper and he hushes you, brushing his nose against yours as he assesses his handiwork.
"That should do it," he murmurs, then peers back up at you and pushes some stray hair out of your face "You keep that in there 'til you get home, okay?" His eyes have softened a bit, looking more similar to the way they did when you first showed up - is this the real him? You honestly have no idea.
You don't say anything, just nod slowly, feeling the anxiety from earlier begin to sink in yet again. How are you going to get home when you have no clothes? How are you going to explain to your friends what happened? How can you tell them - or show them - what you let him do to you?
These questions are clearly none of his concern. You watch as he backs up and gestures for you to stand with him; you do, with beyond shaky legs and the cold metal of the flashlight between your thighs.
"Turn around," he orders.
You feel him untie the rope from your wrists, essentially ending your time here - whatever it even was. It somehow doesn't feel real. You let them hang limply at your sides, feeling embarrassment flood your cheeks as you turn back around to look at him. He's watching you with a smirk, arms crossed - his dick is back in his jeans. He looks no different than he had when you arrived.
"Now get the fuck out," he says, dark eyes glinting once again under the flickering fluorescents, "before I change my mind."
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The air is still chilly. The road is still wet. But thankfully, there are no cars.
You don't know how you manage to get home without anyone seeing you - hunched over, naked in the darkness, avoiding the streetlights, trying to ignore the ache between your legs and the icy intrusiveness of the flashlight still lodged inside of you - but you do. Your palms are sweaty again, heart pounding at the thought of your friends coming to greet you at the door, for the shock and confusion and screaming to begin - but that doesn't happen.
The moment you're back in the house you pull a jacket down from the coat rack and cover yourself, tiptoeing past the living room and waiting to be accosted by the friends who put you in this situation to begin with. Instead, they're nowhere to be seen. You hear the faint echo of laughter from the kitchen, hear the sounds of glass clattering and a fridge being shut. It's like they've already forgotten you even left, like the game meant nothing, and they've already found something new to entertain them, something better.
As if your futile attempt at getting a kiss on the cheek from Joel Miller is already something lost in the past.
And, you think, as you shakily climb the stairs and creep into the bathroom, tear the jacket from your shoulders and stare at your bare chest in the bathroom mirror, see the dark permanent lines that read TRUTH OR DARE...
Maybe that's how it should be.
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
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Pairing: Ghost x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1K~ cw: some sexual jokes/innuendos Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
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Chapter 3: Simon
After doing the dishes, you moved yourself over to the living room and turned on the TV. Some rerun of an older season of Law and Order was playing.
You started watching but you found your eyes drifting back to your phone… 
Against your better judgement, you clicked on the Tinder app icon again. Maybe, maybe you should swipe just a little more.
And so you did. 
Today you said ‘Fuck you, Beyoncé’ and always went to the Right, to the Right. 
Just as you were pondering another profile, the screen darkened with a ‘It’s a Match!’ notification, making you jump a bit, as usual.
You clicked the profile and your brow scrunched. 
You didn’t remember liking this one… Though you obviously did, after all, you were liking everyone.
The only picture wasn’t even anything. It was dark and grainy and the man was wearing a black disposable face mask. If that even was him. Could just be a random picture off-Google, picked by someone who wanted to be anonymous. Not quite a catfish but close enough…
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“Simon.” You said softly and dragged your finger through the screen to read his bio. For a moment you couldn’t help but smirk a little. He was sarcastic, a bit strange, but charismatic in his own way.
“Bad jokes, Bourbon, Discreet…” You mused while scanning his profile. “Tall enough.” You read aloud and couldn’t help but laugh at it. That made you feel like he was short.
Against your better judgement for the second time, you decided to send him a DM instead of waiting for him to. Something told you he wouldn’t.
you: tall enough - does that mean you’re below 6ft?
Simon: No.
Simon: Means that I have inches to spare.
you: was that a dick joke?
Simon: No.
Simon: Unless you wanted it to be.
You snorted softly under your breath. Of course he was a smart ass too…
you: ambiguous, i like it.
you: so how tall are you then?
Simon: Does it matter?
you: no. just curious.
Simon: 6ft4.
you: that feels like a lie.
Simon: I avoided putting it for a reason.
you: worried people would call you a liar?
Simon: No use. Going to be called it regardless.
you: that’s fair ig.
you: what’s a traveling consultant?
Simon: Similar to a contractor. Get brought in to help businesses all over the world.
you: what kind of businesses?
Simon: That’s need-to-know.
you: you type so formally and professionally jeez.
you: will i ever get to know?
Simon: Force of habit. Don’t text a lot.
Simon: Not if I can help it.
you: somehow i can tell.
you: what are you doing here then?
Simon: Curiosity mostly.
you: trying to see if you attract any fish? 👀
Simon: Something like that. A friend is on here. Wanted to see what all the fuss is about.
you: i see.
you: got anything yet?
Simon: No. But only created this 12 minutes ago.
you: am i your first then?
Simon: Not my first in anything, love.
Your eyes widened a bit and for some reason you found yourself getting a bit flustered, your face warming up just a bit.
you: does that mean you’ve hooked up with people through a dating app before?
Simon: Something of the sorts.
you: aw, im really not going to be your first.
Simon: That’s alright. You can come see me either way.
Simon: I’m sure you’ll find some other thing to be the first at.
Your breath got caught in your throat and you started sputtering. That came out of left field! He had gone from professional and mild-mannered to… flirty so quickly! Gulping, you tried to answer him with something coherent and funny.
you: idk what if you murder me?
Simon: I promise I won’t.
you: is that meant to be enough to convince me? 🤨
Simon: I’ll leave all my guns at home.
you: the fact you have more than one is not reassuring the way you think it is.
Simon: If it makes it any better, I wouldn’t need a gun to kill you.
Even though you don’t know this man, you can imagine that he’s laughing to himself behind his phone screen, all smug, thinking he’s funny. And, the worst part, is that he is.
you: reassuring. thanks.
Simon: Glad to be of service.
you: i think what makes it worse is that uve not got a pic of ur face.
Simon: Wouldn’t hook up with a bloke with his face covered?
you: no? are u trying to get me axe murdered? bc thats how u get axe murdered simon
Simon: LOL.
Simon: No.
you: u sure? a masked face with a mysterious job and a suspicious amount of guns… sounds like the upgraded version of ghostface… except online rather than over the phone.
Simon: I’ll take that as a compliment.
Simon: You’re funny. 
Simon: I like that.
you: thanks. 
Simon: Wondering if you’re that funny in real life or if you’d get all shy on me.
you: probably a mix of both.
Simon: How about we confirm that then? 
Simon: Meet up with me for drinks. No pressure on time or place. You can even postpone if it comes down to it. My job is unpredictable enough so I might have to postpone too.
Your eyes widened. The first attempt at flirting from him, of inviting you for a shag, had been clearly sarcastic… But this one is genuine.
you: ill get back to u on that, is that okay?
Simon: No sweat.
Simon: And if you’re just being polite and not actually going to text me again then: This was fun. Enjoyed myself. Take care.
You bit your lip to suppress a smile when you saw his polite goodbye. He was… sweet, weirdly enough.
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your summer dream | joel miller x f!reader
day five–new
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pairing: joel miller x fem!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 10.6k (of pure depravity and romance) series summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in family friend joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents. series warnings etc: [NO OUTBREAK] we'll call him dad's buddy!joel, fairly soft!joel, age difference (28/50), alcohol, food, sexual tension, smut like whoa smut (will specify with each chapter), fluff, anxiety, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce, jet skis????, secret relationship. chapter summary: finally free to explore each other the way you want to, you enjoy one day of bliss with joel. chapter warnings/tags etc: smut, brief very mild somnophilia kind of, oral (f receiving), fingering, dry humping, discussions of contraceptives, reader has orgasm insecurity but joel helps her out, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, prone bone, creampie, brief cumplay, praise kink, joel miller still has a big dick, multiple orgasms, food, alcohol (return of the blue lagoons), big ol' feelings, discussions of age difference, POV swapping. no use of y/n.
A/N: well. WELL. this is what this chapter is. it's just what it is. i just think these two deserved one single day of horniness without interruptions. not a parent in sight in this one ya'll. enjoy and for the love of god, just be nice.
followers suggestions in this chapter: room service and deep talks in bed, they fuck, joel stripping reader out of her bikini, soft sleepy morning sex
If last night had been a dream, Joel hopes he never wakes up.
He knows damn well it's probably a bad idea, knows damn well what your old man would say if he ever found out, knows damn well you're younger than his own daughter, that maybe he shouldn't have let you do what you'd done, that maybe he should have been stronger.
But he doesn't want to be strong. He's spent his whole goddamn life being strong; strong for Sarah, strong for his brother, strong enough to keep himself and everyone else around him afloat.
So he'd had a moment of weakness. Fuck it. He wants a million more if he gets to have them with you.
Not that he has a single fucking idea what it is he's even doing with you. He's still not entirely convinced he's not just some pawn in a game he's yet to clue in to, someone to help you get over your ex while simultaneously rebelling against your parents. He could live with that, he guesses, he's just praying it's not that.
Why is he praying it's not that? It would be a hell of a lot simpler if it was.
Anyway, it's not like you're a kid, he reasons with himself. You're nearly thirty, for Christ's sake. An adult with a job and a life and experiences. Or, he assumes as much. It's not lost on him that he doesn't really know anything about you, save for what you've shared with him and what he's managed to parse from your dad over the years.
Sweet, independent, smart as hell.
Headstrong but kind; that's what your father had always said. Joel had never thought of those things as being mutually exclusive before, but he thinks he's starting to get it after spending half a week with you.
How you can be so confident and sure of yourself without ever being mean. How you can trust him and empathize with him even though you've got no reason to. It's been a long time since he's known kindness like that. It's why he's inclined to believe you when you tell him you're not just using him to get back at your parents. He can't imagine you doing that, he just can't.
And you're so beautiful. He wonders if you know it. Wonders if that asshole ex had left you with any doubts.
Truth is, he's fucking crazy about you. You've been on his mind every day since he got here, the first thing he's thought about every morning he's awoken in the cushy hotel bed.
Now, you're the first thing he sees when he stirs to the faraway sound of rushing waves outside his balcony door. Sunlight dances in the translucent white curtains that line the glass, the morning sky outside a faultless, cloudless blue. The storm's passed, he realizes; the sea is quieter today, calmer.
You've rolled over in your sleep, lying on your side and facing away from him. His cock is already coming alive at the sight of your robe slipping off one of your shoulders, his mind flooded with memories of you naked before him the night before, on your knees for him, his come filling your perfect, willing mouth.
He groans softly, wrapping his fingers around his length to alleviate the ache, feeling himself stiffen fully in his fist when he does. He's not gonna jerk off like this, just watching you breathe and remembering how you'd looked last night. But then–
"Joel…" you hum quietly, breath hitching but never waking and Joel can't help himself; he tightens the grip he has on his cock, biting down on his lip to contain a moan when you shift on to your back, revealing more of your bare collarbone, the subtle curve of your breast just barely visible beneath the plush, white fabric.
He swallows. He shouldn't. He shouldn't do it. You're just so close to being bare…it could have been an accident. Your robe could have slipped down your chest in your sleep…you wouldn't know the difference if he just…
"Shit…" Joel sighs, resigned as he pulls at the neckline of the robe to reveal your naked chest, marveling at the perfect peaks of your tits and concentrating his fingers around the base of his cock.
Your chest rises and falls with each even breath you take and goddamnit, he shouldn’t find you so unbearably sexy like this…suppliant and submissive. But he does. More than that, he finds you fucking beautiful when you sleep. He remembers how you'd looked on the flight in, your eyebrows creased with stress and fear, how that dejected expression appears any time you're reminded of your piece of shit ex-boyfriend. He sees none of that now–just peace, radiance, contentment as your skin glows in the Costa Rican sun. 
He should wake you, he's going to wake you…except then you breathe a quiet moan, your legs coming together as if in search of friction. You're squirming…in your sleep. Your lips part and you whisper his name again, the sweetest sound he's ever fucking heard.
"Fuck…" he moans under his breath.
He thumbs at the bead of precum that's sprouted at the tip of his cock when you part your legs again, the drawstring of your robe loosening around your waist so the flesh of your stomach reveals itself to him.
Gingerly, he places a hand on your thigh, applying only the slightest pressure. But your sleep-slack muscles give with such ease; your legs spread wide without any coaxing from him.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," he finds himself encouraging you in a whisper. "Open up for me–fuck."
At last, you stir.
"Joel?" your eyelids flutter open, blinking against the bright sun, widening when they take in Joel with one hand on your thigh and the other around his cock.
Much to his relief, you smile, leaning into his touch without hesitation.
"Well, good morning," you greet him, voice all syrupy and warm.
"Is this okay?" he asks gruffly, his hand running further up your leg, inching closer to the place he wants it most. You nod, eyes still coated with sleep, and it's all the invitation he needs.
He shifts on the bed to settle between your legs, leaning forward to suck at your collarbone, revelling in the taste of your skin on his tongue. He wants more.
He tugs at the fabric of your robe, finally leaving you totally bare under him. He'd abandoned his own some time in the night and despite the fact that he'd been naked with you for ages in the shower yesterday, it feels brand new to have you naked in his bed, just how he'd imagined you that day after the pool. He still thinks it feels like a trick, like something he doesn't quite deserve, having you here. But you don't stop him when he kisses his way down, when he sucks at your nipples before kissing lower, lower, lower–so he keeps going. 
"You look so fuckin' good laid out for me like this, sweetheart."
He barely registers that he's saying it, enraptured as he is when he moves to kiss your hip bones, widening your legs to make space for his shoulders. You shiver when he kisses your inner thigh, his gaze locked on the sight of your perfect fucking cunt, glistening with arousal and so, so close. 
But then he feels you tense. He finally tears his eyes from your pussy when your fingers begin to poke gently at his arms. 
"Joel—" you start to say, but he's already backing off, glancing up at you with concern.
"You want me to stop?"
You'd have every right, and he'd understand. He's already taken more than he should. A worry line he's grown familiar with has developed between your brows and he hates to think he was the one who put it there.
"No, I just—" Your voice breaks and you sigh. Your head falls back into the pillow and something about it feels almost exasperated. Joel frowns. 
"I just feel like I should tell you. It-it's kind of hard for me to…I mean, it just takes me a while. When it's, like, someone else, you know?"
Is that all you're worried about? He really hopes that's not the reason you'd turned him down last night. But no, you'd fallen asleep so quickly in his arms; clearly you'd been telling the truth about being tired, at least partially.
"I'm not in any rush, darlin'," he assures you.
"I'm just saying, you don't need to make me come," you insist. "You can just—you can just fuck me."
He frowns. Yeah fuckin' right. He's been dreaming of all the ways he can take you apart, all the ways he can make you feel good. Dying for it.
It hits him then, as a wave of anger suddenly swells up in his guts.
"That what he used to do?" he asks bitingly. 
"Hah," you laugh once without humour, running a sleepy hand over your face. "I could count on one hand the number of times Chris made me come."
Of course. God, Joel could kill this fucking kid. He's never even met him and he hates almost everything about him. He works to soften his response, but he can't contain all his frustration from seeping into his tone.
"What a goddamn waste," he growls, ducking forward to kiss your mound. His hands traverse your thighs, closer and closer to your core, noting the quiet gasp that catches in your throat when his lips move to hover directly over your waiting heat. "He ever even ask you what y'like? Huh? How y'wanted it?"
You shake your head and Joel notices your eyes have squeezed shut like you're bracing for impact. Jesus, he needs you to relax. 
"Mm-mm," you admit.
Figures.
"Why don't you tell me?" he suggests and it's the moment your eyes flash open to meet his. 
"W-what?"
You sound surprised but not disinterested. Joel grins, genuinely exhilarated by the prospect of doing this for you just right.
"You tell me exactly what you like and I'll give it to ya."
His eyes never leave your face as he experimentally runs his fingers through your folds, relishing the way it makes you shiver under him. You're already so wet. So goddamn soft. Your mouth falls open, just like it had last night in the shower when he'd touched you there too, the tension in your body quickly wilting away. It's fucking beautiful to watch.
He spreads you apart with two careful fingers, waiting for you to stop him, but you don't. You just whimper, a squeaked, needy sound that cuts off into a choked moan when he flicks his tongue over your clit. He smirks. He's never had an issue finding it. 
He does it again. And again. And again, until you're putty under his tongue, all loose limbs and furrowed brows. The sounds you're making have his cock straining against the mattress, delicious little mewls that let him know he's at least somewhat on the right track. But you're still not talking.
"Don't be shy, gorgeous, I love this," he encourages you gently and it's true. "I wanna make you feel good. Ain't gonna bruise my ego."
You curse softly when he licks a thick stripe over your dripping cunt then, this one just for him. Just to taste you properly. He actually groans, his eyes slipping closed as he savours the sensation of finally getting to know this part of you.
And you're so, so damn sweet.
"O-okay," you nod, head still laid back on your pillow, eye still shut tight. He wonders if you're embarrassed. He'll fix that. "Um, y-your tongue. Keep doing what you're doing, faster."
His grin widens and his dick twitches, stiff and leaking against the mattress as your words wash over him. He really does fucking love this.
He does as you ask, flicking over the bundle of nerves in sharp, quick little laps with the tip of his tongue, watching you carefully to see how you react. 
"Like that?" he presses when you don't make a sound.
"N-no," you confess shyly but Joel's grateful for the honesty. It's what he wants. "More…flat. And circle it."
Fuck, that's better.
He can sense your confidence growing and it fills him with that strange sense of pride again. He obeys without question, flattening his tongue over your clit and closing his lips, circling it with more pressure than before, more intent. When you moan dreamily, hands fisting in the sheets beside you, Joel hums in approval against you. 
"Fuck—do that again," you tell him.
-
You're losing yourself in it, in him.
You're barely awake, Joel's mouth keeping you locked in a half-conscious haze of pleasure.
He's so fucking attentive, so deeply focused on you; it's overwhelming. Every time you dare to open your eyes to look at him, he's looking at you, gauging every minute response, every quiet sound that escapes you.
And he looks so ridicuclously good nestled between your thighs, his face buried in your cunt so all you can see are his sleep-tousled curls, the hook of his nose prodding at your mound and his, soft half-hooded eyes. His arms are hooked under your thighs, holding you close against his mouth, not at all being shy with the way he's devouring you.
You've wanted this but you'd been so nervous of letting him down. Any time a man had ever tried and failed to give you what you'd needed, it had felt more like a personal deficiency on your part. Or at least, that's how they'd made you feel. Admittedly, part of you had started to believe it yourself. You've always been able to get yourself off but when anyone else had tried, it had just never fucking worked. It's never been easy for you. 
Of course, like everything else it seems, it's easy as hell with Joel. 
"Suck," you instruct him, stronger now, more desperate as he draws pleasure from you with what's clearly practiced care.
"Good girl," he hums lowly, like he's genuinely proud of your confidence, like he really does want this for you.
He does exactly as you ask, puckering his plush lips on your clit and sucking you into his mouth. You feel a fresh wave of slick pool at your centre and Joel abandons his place on your clit for a moment to lap at it greedily with his tongue, daringly fucking it into you a couple of times. 
"You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart," he groans and he looks up at you this time, his chin and scruff are shining with you, his eyes dark and wild. "What now?"
"Fingers," you gasp, because it's getting hard to fucking breathe.
"How many?"
"T-two."
He shoots you another wicked grin before easing two thick fingers into you. You can hear how wet you are when he buries his digits to the knuckle, both of you moaning at the stretch. 
"Fuck me, you're tight," he breathes. "Soakin' for me too."
He fucks his fingers in and out of you, spreading them inside you to open you wider for him. You're squirming, you realize, unconsciously grinding into his touch to force him deeper. His strong arm bands over your stomach to hold you steady against the mattress. 
"Tongue, Joel, please I–"
He doesn't even let you finish before his mouth is on you again, resuming the languid circles of his tongue over your clit. Heat smolders in your veins, pouring from your neck down your spine; how is he so fucking good at this? You're practically writhing under his expert touch, singing his name like a prayer, until he hooks his fingers at just right the angle and–
"Fuck, Joel, oh my god–"
Already a tightness is building in your belly and when you peer down at him, you find his eyes have closed, that powerful arm still wrapped firmly around your middle. He's engrossed in you, focused, hungry.
"Joel, I'm–"
He hums, like he knows what you want to say, increasing the pace of his fingers where they nudge against that spot inside you, the swirls of his tongue coming faster and harder.
"Fuckfuckfuck, like that—holy shit, Joel, I'm gonna come."
"Yeah?" he urges, barely pulling off you at all, his deep voice buzzing against you. "Come on, baby, show me."
He's back on you in an instant, offering you one last hum of approval that has you crying out, the heat in your core erupting as you arch up into his mouth. His arm around you loosens, instead looping behind you to keep you pressed against him as you come. Your legs shake and your toes curl and you can feel yourself gushing around his fingers, can hear every panted breath and strangled moan that falls from your lips. It's bliss like you've hardly ever felt before and you note that Joel's moaning too, like he can sense it, like he's enjoying watching you fall apart for him. You imagine that's not far off.
He keeps working his fingers inside you and his tongue on your clit till you're literally prying him off you, pleasure finally subsiding into overstimulation as you come down from your high.
"Oh…my god," you manage when he carefully pulls his fingers from your cunt, making you shudder when he laps his tongue over your folds one last time, swallowing every drop of you he collects on his tongue.
"So good for me, sweetheart," he praises you as he hovers clumsily over your body to kiss you. It's sloppy, impatient, as your flavour slips from his mouth into yours. "Didn't take long, did it? Too bad, 'cause I'd'a stayed there forever."
"I really need you fuck me now, Joel," is all you can say in response.
He grunts his agreement and nods, and when you glance between your bodies you find his cock is poking hard against you, precum streaking across your belly.
Clearly, you're both done waiting for this.
"I didn't pack condoms," he admits. "But I'm—"
"Me too," you tell him hurriedly, reaching down to curl your fingers around his length. "And I have an IUD."
A leftover from Chris, who'd all but insisted you get one when you'd first got together.
You are not thinking about him right now.
Joel's eyes darken and you see him swallow tightly. 
"I won't last long," he confesses as you stroke him but you're already shaking your head. You don't care. 
"Please. Please, just do it, Joel."
-
There's that fucking word again–each time you'd uttered it last night had driven him crazy and this morning, it's the nail in the coffin. He's doomed and he knows it; there's no going back after this.
Fuck it.
His damned aging knees creak as he sits back onto them, tapping your sides and encouraging you to turn over. 
You move to all fours without hesitation, so goddamn willing. The arch of your back and the way your hair cascades off your shoulders nearly takes his fucking breath away. God, he doesn't deserve this. Doesn't deserve you. If he wasn't aching to come, he'd let that thought consume him. Instead, he's grabbing at your ribs and hoisting you back into him, sliding into your soaking cunt too fast, burying himself in your walls and hissing a breath in through his teeth. 
"Shit–oh fuck, Joel," you're gasping and despite the way his thoughts have scattered into nothing, he finds the wherewithal to check in. You're so fucking tight around him–constricting–and he knows he's a lot to take, he knows. 
"You okay?" he asks and the words come out choked. He rolls his hips but otherwise doesn't move; you groan as you adjust, stretching open for him beautifully.
"Yes," you sigh and it sounds true.
You're so fucking perfect.
"Good girl," he manages and the sweet moan it draws from you goes straight to his cock. 
He can't wait anymore.
He falls forward over you, pressing his body weight into yours as he begins a blistering pace. He's impatient–he can't help it–he fucks you deep and fast into the mattress, every inch of your body colliding with his. He can feel all of you this way, every piece of skin he's been dreaming about since he'd first seen you, gloriously fused to him now. 
It's not enough.
He grabs your wrists on either side of your head, bites down on the skin of your shoulders, kisses the corner of your jaw. However close he can get, it's not enough.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good, baby," he hears himself huffing into the space behind your ear. "So good for me, lettin’ me fuck you like this."
"Joel…" you whisper sweetly, tilting your chin towards him like a plea. He answers it willingly, lazily licking into your mouth as much as he can from this angle, his thrusts increasing in speed and ferocity, jostling you under him as he chases his high. 
"M'gonna come," he warns, too desperate for it to feel ashamed of how quickly his orgasm is threatening to swallow him whole. He's been hard up from the second he'd opened his eyes this morning, your warm cunt around him now too all-encompassing, the pliant curve of your body under his too enticing. 
"Come, Joel, please," you beseech him, voice raspy with sleep and the force of his weight no doubt pushing the air from your lungs.
Fuck.
Heat pools in his guts; he's going to come and he wishes it wasn't so soon but it is. And he knows, he knows you'd said you have the IUD, but he can't–he can't fucking risk it, not with you.
He hastily pulls out and sits back onto your thighs, furiously tugging at his cock and bracing himself against your shoulder with his free hand till he's dotting your bare ass with his seed. He comes hard, moaning out a string of curses as his thighs shake with the force of it, the grip he has on your upper arm binding, too rough. 
He exhales heavily as he finishes milking himself over you, shaking his head in disbelief at how rushed it had all felt.
"Jesus Christ…m'sorry," he sighs, crumbling down into the bed beside you.
"Don't…don't be sorry," you say as you turn to curl into him, swearing under your breath when you feel the sticky remnants of his orgasm still coating your ass. 
"Shit, hang on one sec," he grumbles, rising onto shaky legs to grab a towel from the bathroom. He wets it with warm water before sauntering back to his place beside you to clean you up.
It's the very least he can do.
"Thanks," you sigh, smiling contentedly up at him.
"I got you." He throws it aside when he's done and pulls you into his chest, warming at the way you casually throw a leg around his waist.
It's quiet then; the only sounds that fill his room are those of your steady breaths beneath the hum of the hotel air conditioner. You trace absent circles across his belly and chest and Joel can't tell if they're tethering him to the moment or pulling him further into some dreamlike place with you. It's both, he guesses. Everything with you feels like both. 
Is this the part where you talk about...whatever it is you're supposed to be talking about? He can't say he has any desire to. Not when he can just keep feeling you and fucking you and holding you and pretending it's all okay.
After all, it's just sex...kind of. It's just a frivolous, summer fling...he thinks. You're just a woman...except you're not, really. You're his buddy's daughter. An impossible thing that has no chance of lasting beyond the dwindling number of days you have left in this place.
He sighs. You close your eyes, oblivious and serene where you lay against his shoulder.
No, he decides. He doesn't want to talk about it. He can pretend a little longer.
He checks the time on his watch. Eleven o' clock. Jesus. Almost half a day gone already. He's gotta make this one count.
"Hey," he murmurs, squeezing you with the arm he has around you. You glance up at him curiously. 
"Wanna get off the resort today?" he offers.
Something beautiful blooms behind your eyes, something he knows you're seeing reflected right back at you in his: anticipation, the promise of something new.
"Yes."
-
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, getting off the resort for the afternoon. You're in Costa Rica, after all, it would be foolish not to take some time to explore the area. Right?
Except by the time you offload the excursion shuttle at the end of the hiking trail, several miles out from the resort, you're only longing to get back to Joel's bed.
Nothing could have prepared you for how good it had felt to be fucked by him, the burning stretch of his thick cock splitting you open lingering even now, along with the phantom press of his body on top of yours, the overwhelming sense memory of being so, so full of him. It's almost pathetic how insatiable he makes you feel.
Of course, the outing you'd concocted has come with its own benefits, like seeing Joel in his red shorts and linen shirt combo, pack on his back, sweat veiling his cheeks and chest as you wander the lush jungle.
But it's hot. Stiflingly so. In the wet, warm of the forest, the air is dense with humidity and moisture clings uncomfortably to your skin.
The good news is, it's relatively secluded on the trail, only a few other meandering hikers passing you by, the majority of them already heading in the opposite direction of you and Joel. The concierge had suggested this route would be the least populated, the steep hills and rocky terrain a challenge for most tourists. He'd promised the final destination would be worth it though and despite Joel making an offhand comment about putting his knees through the ringer, he'd agreed that some privacy would be well worth the pain.
He takes it like a champ but you keep a slow pace regardless, not in any rush. It's slow going but it's peaceful. The jungle is not quiet–nothing like the sea–but it's different from the noisy city sounds you're used to back home in Austin. It's real.
There's so much life here, under the cover of the thick rainforest, all tropical birds and plants you've never seen before, screeching monkeys that swing from the branches high above. Joel's curiosity in all of it is beyond endearing, his brown eyes alight with wonder every time some new discovery crosses your path. 
He takes your hand at one point, and even though it makes it a little harder to traipse over the uneven ground, you're not complaining. 
It takes about an hour and a half of walking before you find what you're looking for. You hear it coming before you see it. Rushing water joins in the cacophonous symphony of the jungle as you near a clearing in the trees. Your pace quickens as you reach the top of a particularly treacherous hill, Joel grunting a bit as he works to keep up with you.
And then there it is. A rocky hot spring, no bigger than an average backyard pool, beneath a rushing waterfall, nearly thirty feet high. Sun beats down on the scene, the white stream of the waterfall sparkling in its glow. It's empty, you realize as you approach the water's edge, not another soul in sight.
"Wow," you sigh, pausing to take to all in.
"Ain't that somethin'," Joel agrees and when you look over at him, you find that familiar, venerating smile is plastered on his face. His chest heaves a bit as he catches his breath, eyes squinting against the bright sun. 
You crouch to dip your fingers into the pool, laughing amazedly at its temperature. Obviously, you'd expected it to be hot, but it's still somewhat jarring to actually feel it. You stroll around the basin, Joel following close behind. You gaze in wonder down into the clear water till you near the foot of the waterfall, the crashing sound of it almost deafening when you're standing this close.
"We goin in'?" Joel asks–almost shouts–beside you.
You smirk. You hadn't come all this way just to look at it. "Definitely." 
You're already stripping off your shorts and tank top to reveal the bikini he'd bought you underneath. He copies you still he's clad in his just swim trunks, adding his own pack and clothes to the heap with yours.
His hands are on you before you can jump into the spring, catching you by surprise when he grabs at your waist. You giggle as he turns you in his arms to pull you into his chest, arching your body into his.
His lips are on yours then, stealing your breathy laughter while his hands wander up your spine. It's so easy now, so safe and concealed under the cover of the leafy jungle. He feels like yours here. You kiss him back with everything you have, looping your arms around his neck and pressing your sticky body into his bare chest.
You could kiss him like that forever, and you seriously wish you could, but you'd come here for a reason. A reason you keep forgetting, but a reason all the same.
"Come on," you purr when you break away from his kiss. Like last night in the shower, his lips chase after yours, like he's just as unwilling to detach himself from you as you are. When you notice the hard line of his cock poking through the fabric of his swim trunks, it's not difficult to see why.
"You first," he offers with a lop-sided grin. 
"You just wanna watch me."
He shrugs. "Yeah, pretty much."
It elicits a laugh from you, that sweet, unpretentious charm he's shown you since day one. You take a few steps back from the rocky lip of the spring, shooting Joel one last smirk before launching forward and cannonballing into the middle of the natural pool.
It's just deep enough that your feet graze the bottom before you push yourself back to the surface. You breathe in a gulp of air the second your head is above the water, shoving your hair out of your face to find Joel staring down at you, impressed.
"Nice one," he comments. "How is it?"
"Weird," you tell him, leaning back to float on your back. From this angle, you can see the jagged line where the treetops end and the sky begins, bright green giving way to vivid blue. It really is so pretty here. "It's so warm but it's not as warm as the air. So it's, like, refreshing. Does that make sense?"
"Makes sense to me." You can hear the smile in his voice.
"Come feel for yourself."
He grins and squares his shoulders, plunging in beside you in a loose ball, knees tucked into his chest. He bursts to the surface, shaking out his curls and splashing you in the process.
"See what I mean?"
"S'nice," he nods, slicking back his hair in that way you've come to love so much. You're sure he sees you bite your lip before he dips underwater again.
You take your time swimming the length of the spring, Joel's calloused fingers occasionally brushing your skin as you lap back and forth aimlessly. The rushing cascade drowns out the sounds of the jungle, so it's just you, Joel, and the splash of falling water.
You discover it's cavernous behind the waterfall when you daringly swim below it. A rock face stands concealed by the falling stream, the forest on the other side blurred behind the curtain of water. Even if other hikers joined you now, they wouldn't see you here.
Your swimming comes to a pause, both of you stilling to take in your surroundings. It's kind of imitate, you think, only a few feet of pool separating the wall of water from the rock face, much of the sun's rays dulled here.
He's staring at you as he inches closer, a crooked smile on his face as his eyes rake over your body. He shakes his head, whistling lowly.
"Have I told you how sexy you look in that swimsuit yet?" he asks.
"Not in so many words," you grin, doing a pretty damn good job of concealing how much his ogling is making your heart hammer.
Joel chuckles, treading towards you till your back hits the hard wall of rock. There's a change in atmosphere then, as he holds his hands out to you under the water and you pull him in close.
You wrap your legs around his middle and coil your arms behind his neck, weightless in his embrace below the surface of the water, pinned against the rocky wall. You sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck and imbibing the intimacy of the moment, the chance to be close to him without any looming eyes. You realize, that besides the times you've been confined to his room, that it's the first time it's felt like you've been properly alone, away from the hustle and bustle of the resort and the risk of being seen by your parents. 
Joel feels it too, it seems, as his hands tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, holding you securely against his body. His head leans into your shoulder and his dick is making its presence known beneath you, a near-constant reminder of what he'd given you this morning, what you're dying for him to give you again.
"I want you so bad, babygirl," he rasps, echoing your thoughts, his voice barely audible above the roar of the waterfall.
"You have me, Joel."
"No, I want–fuck." He's shaking his head against your shoulder, teeth nipping at the skin there as though you were something he could eat. You rock your hips into his and explore his soft, wet curls with your fingers. "Feel like I'm losin' my goddamn mind over you. Wanna–"
"Whatever you want, Joel," you interrupt in an alluring whisper. It's not a lie. You're not sure there's anything you'd deny him anymore. 
"Wanna take you back to my room…" he sighs and you think he sounds almost tormented that he doesn't have you there right now. "Just wanna keep you there in my bed for s'long as I can."
You try not to hear the implied ending in his words–the fact that there is a time limit on just how long you can stay wrapped up in hotel bed sheets with Joel Miller. You decide to keep him talking, because for now anyway, it's easier.
"W-what else?"
"Would you let me fuck you properly, sweetheart?" he asks gruffly, kissing his way up your pulse point to your ear, grinding the bulge in his trunks upwards into your clothed heat. "Fill that perfectly little pussy up like she deserves? Yeah? Make you come on my cock?"
Fuck, this man and his fucking mouth. The back of your head collides with the rock wall behind you, giving him free rein to let his lips traverse your chest, greying scruff scratching at the delicate skin above your breasts. 
"Fuck—yeah," you promise him. "Yes, Joel."
Just to prove your point, you grind your hips downwards, clashing with the now-prominent bulge in his trunks and repeating that motion, over and over, till your head is spinning and the only thing left is him, everywhere.
"Fuck me," he groans. With what appears to be much effort, he stills the movements of your hips with two firm hands on your waist, pulling back far enough to connect his forehead with yours. "Not here, baby. Wanna do this right."
A pathetic little whine escape you before you can stop it; you're so fucking tired of not being full of him. 
"I know, baby, I know," he placates you with a soothing hand on the side of your face. "Let's just go back, alright?"
-
The sun is still high in the sky when you get back to his room, but the time of day is lost on you when his lips find yours the second the door locks behind you. He doesn't waste a second, stripping away your shorts and tank while you fumble with the hem of his t-shirt, tongues dancing as you stumble towards his bed. 
"We should've never left," you laugh against his lips.
"M'glad we did," he breathes, his hands scoping down your arms as he pulls back to size you up in your skimpy black bikini. "Got to see you this again."
He closes the space between your mouths before you can respond, his tongue hungrily licking at the seam of your lips. You part them for him willingly, melting into his kiss.
"Listen, I wanna take my time–" he mumbles against you but you don't let him finish, stealing the end of his sentence when you brazenly bite down on his lower lip.
"Don't," you insist, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt before palming at the bulge in his shorts. He's already hard–or maybe still hard–his hips jerking into your touch while his breaths grow ragged against your mouth. 
He moves quicker then, untying your bikini top and leaving it to fall to the floor beneath you. His lips trail down your neck to explore your breasts, offering open-mouthed kisses to your hardened nipples. The sensation has you throbbing, aching for his touch, slick pooling between your legs.
No, you don't want him to take his time.
You claw at the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down along with his swim trunks, his thick cock finally springing free. He groans against your skin when you take his length in your hand, feeling the heavy weight of him come alive in your fist.
His mouth is on yours again, his tongue invading your mouth while his fingers dip beneath the line of your bikini bottoms.
"'Least let me get you ready for me," he offers, sinking his middle finger lower, grazing at your clit with a feather light touch. 
"I am ready," you argue, breathless and probably too eager as you wantonly cant your hips into his hand, desperate to feel more of him. 
Joel just cocks an eyebrow at you, his eyes flashing down between your bodies, forcing you to follow his eye line as he buries his fingers deeper, closer to your core. 
And, god, how can you say no to that? How does he already know your every fucking trigger?
He strums one coaxing finger over your needy clit and you're giving in without a second thought. 
"Okay, y-yeah."
"Yeah, s'right," he grins, clutching at the wrist of the hand you have around his cock and prying it away with ease. "Gonna let me take care of you, alright?"
You can only nod wordlessly as he huskily instructs you to, "Lie down," watching him watching you as you take your place against the sheets. He crawls in bed over you, slowly sliding your bikini bottoms down your legs and brushing his lips over your thighs. Your heart stutters at the thought of him eating you out again but when his lips trail their way up your body, they move right past your cunt, kissing at your stomach, your ribs, the peaks of your breasts before he's settling in beside you, the wet tip of his cock prodding into your side. 
A firm hand grips your chin and tilts your face towards his then, connecting your mouths in another dizzying kiss. He really hadn't been kidding about taking his time. Your skin is tingling with all the build up and you're genuinely starting to wonder if he's actually trying to torture you. You scratch at the bare skin of his shoulders, your legs coming together while he kisses you, desperately seeking friction where you need it most. It's so much and it's altogether not enough. 
He chuckles when you whine against his mouth, the hand he has on your chin grazing down your front to spread your knees apart. 
"Joel," you keen as he traces his fingers back up your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Touch me."
"You gonna ask nice?" he teases, licking a thin line up your neck to your ear.
He smirks as your head falls back behind you in exasperation. This fucking man.
"Please, Joel," you beg, not even caring how perversely desperate you sound. 
"Good girl," he hums as he finally gives you what you want, raking his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick and circling your clit a few languid times before easing two of them inside you. 
"Jesus, you're wet," he whispers in awe and you know he's right, you can fucking feel yourself dripping out over his knuckles as he drags his fingers out and back in without an ounce of haste. "You want this cock that bad?"
As if to remind you, he ruts his length into your side, precum sticking to your bare skin. 
"Yes–" you admit hoarsely. "Fuck–yes, Joel."
"Can you come like this?" he asks hotly into your ear, dredging up your confession from this morning.
And it's a fair question. Can you come like this? The way his fingers are expertly curling inside you has you thinking you probably could, as unlikely as it seems. 
"I–I don't–" You're stammering, grinding upwards wildly, forcing his fingers deeper and the heel of his palm to collide with your throbbing clit. The dual sensation sends sparks flying to your core and a fresh wave of your arousal to gather around his fingers. 
"Yeah, I think you can," he eggs you on gravelly, moving to flick the tip of his tongue over a pebbled nipple, his deep voice vibrating through you. "Think you want to. You wanna come on my fingers, sweetheart? Gonna fuckin' squeeze 'em for me?"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," you cry out when his fingers find that perfect spot inside you, with all the tender expertise he'd shown you this morning.
"There?" he asks.
Like he doesn't fucking know.
"Yesyesyes."
He nudges against your g-spot more firmly, confident as you begin to come apart beneath him. He's rocking his hips into you, consciously or not, you're not sure. But that ever-present reminder of his erection only makes you burn hotter, that confirmation that he's enjoying this.
Tightness constricts in your core as his palm presses down harder into your clit.
"Come on, baby, come on now," he murmurs, his hot breath fanning out over the skin of your chest. "You're so close, aren't ya? Gonna be a good girl and come for me?"
And that's what does it. Of course it is. Those fucking words again; they're the last thing it takes to finally snap the tension.
You're moaning unabashedly as you come, clenching around his fingers and gushing onto the sheets beneath you, Joel talking you through every blissful swell of ecstasy.
"Yeah–oh, fuck, yeah, there you go. Fuckin' beautiful."
God, it's good. It's so fucking good and it's just his fingers. His thick, expert, insistent fingers and his stupid, filthy, beautiful mouth. It somehow feels even more intense than earlier, as you writhe against his touch and bury your face into his shoulder.
He doesn't let up the motions of his hand until you're literally gasping for air, tears pricking at your eyes, grabbing at his wrist when it begins to feel too much. 
He's smirking almost triumphantly when you meet his gaze, your eyes widening in wonder when he sucks one of his glistening fingers into his mouth and tastes you. 
This man is going to be the fucking death of you. 
"Jesus, Joel," you exhale shakily. 
"Good?" he asks, ducking forward to kiss you, your salty flavour still lingering on his tongue. 
Good? You think he might single-handedly be ruining other men for you forever.
"Yeah, Joel," you laugh breathlessly. "Really fucking good. Can you please fuck me now?"
Your impatience is bordering on biting and you know it, but you don't care. Neither does he, from what you can tell, if the way he's moving to make space for himself between your thighs is any indication. He sits on his knees, maneuvering your legs around his waist and manhandling you in closer with two forceful hands on your sides. 
He braces one strong arm beside your head and you both moan in unison when he guides the tip of his cock through your soaked folds, grazing your oversensitive clit before he's lining himself up with your entrance. 
"Do somethin' for me?" he hums, his face just inches from yours, hooked nose brushing against your own. 
"Anything," you vow and you fucking mean it. 
"Keep your eyes on me, alright? Right here."
You nod, a quiet, "Mhmm," escaping you in the form of a weak whimper as your eyes lock with his. 
"Good girl," he repeats and then he's pushing inside, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid, measured motion. 
"Ah–fuck, Joel–" you gasp, your eyes immediately squeezing shut at the stretch, the way he splits you open so perfectly. It's so much. He's so much. You feel him pull out nearly all the way, being so devastatingly patient about it.
"Eyes, sweetheart," he reminds you and you force your eyelids open, finding his face still just above yours, both of his hands braced on the headboard behind you. "Watch me."
You flit your gaze downwards to see his cock is shining with your wetness, finally meeting his eyes again as he sinks back inside, never breaking your stare as he does. 
"Christ," he hisses when he bottoms out for the second time, features of his face constrained, plush lips parted. "There's my girl."
My girl. Those two little words ring out like church bells in your mind. His girl. Right now, you really, really love the way that sounds.
He swirls his hips, driving into you deeper and you swear you can feel him in your fucking stomach. He repeats that motion till you're all but drenching his cock, squirming with need for him to hurry up and fuck you. 
"You okay?" he checks in, voice thick with strain. 
"Yes," you assure him. "Move. You're not gonna break me, Joel."
Stop fucking holding back, you want to say.
Joel seems to get it. He exhales a low chuckle but his teasing grin quickly disappears, replaced by a fiery thirst as he begins to fuck you in earnest, agonizing thrusts that start slow but soon become frantic, his broad frame nearly folding you in half as he pounds into you.
He's so deep, the tip of him clashing with your cervix with each snap of his hips and it would already be perfect–but then he's bringing your legs together in front of him and coiling an arm around your conjoined knees, clutching them flush against his chest. The new position has him hitting a different spot inside you, the press of your thighs offering friction where there had been none before.
Heat bubbles deep in your core.
"Fuck me, this pussy," he grunts, breaking his eyes from yours to brush his lips along your ankles, greying curls matted to his forehead, dampened with sweat. A vein in his neck strains and smatterings of red flush his tanned chest as it heaves with short, jagged breaths.
"Joel–" you try to warn him as a second orgasm rapidly threatens to consume you. But he can't seem to hear you, seemingly too possessed as he fucks you, rambling away filth that only sends you closer to your impending edge. 
"So good for me, baby, takin' it so good–fuck–you're so goddamn tight–"
"Joel!" you cry and then you break, tightening around his cock as you come for a second time, your toes curling beside his head. 
"Oh, good fuckin' girl," he groans. "Holy shit, look at you. So pretty comin' on my cock."
Fuck fuck fuck.
His ceaseless thrusting makes it feel like it lasts forever, the kind of euphoria that makes your eyes roll back into your skull and your nerves tingle with heat. The aftershocks are still washing over you when his voice cuts through the haze.
"Fuck, m'close," he alerts you just as you go limp in his grasp, content to let him use you how ever he needs to find his own release.
"Inside, Joel, please," you whisper, clawing listlessly at his thighs and holding his gaze again, just like he'd asked. You see uncertainty flash across his face for the briefest second as he considers it. It's gone before you can even fully clock it.
"Yeah?" he presses, not at all sounding like he has any intention of arguing. 
"Please. Yeah."
The arm he has around your legs constricts a little tighter, the movements of his hips growing sloppy till his face goes slack and he comes with a wrecked moan, ropes of seed coating the deepest parts of you. The muscles in his belly tighten and loosen with each twitch of his cock inside you, finishing with a final heady push before collapsing forward. His hot, heavy breaths catch in your mouth as he crashes his mouth into yours.
You don't think you'll ever get used to how it feels to kiss him.
You can feel him dripping out of you when he eventually pulls out, a fact Joel seems positively enraptured by. He spreads your legs wide again, staying where he is between them, his eyes glazing over as he takes in the sight of his come spilling out of you and onto the pristine hotel sheets. 
You gasp when his fingers caress your wasted cunt, catching his come and yours, spreading your combined juices over your folds. He peers up at you like the devil himself, lips twitching into a sly smirk. 
"You wanna taste?" he implores you darkly.
You suppose it shouldn't surprise you that he'd ask.
You just nod, dazed, as he crawls over your body to slip two thick fingers into your waiting mouth. You close your lips around them, tasting you but mostly tasting him, the bitter film of his spend clinging to his fingers. Your eyes flutter closed instinctually and Joel groans.
"Goddamn," he sighs, sliding his fingers free from your lips before replacing them with his mouth again. He doesn't break the kiss as he tumbles down beside you. You hook a leg over his waist, deepening it as you meld your body into his chest. 
Eventually, you wrench your mouth away from his and nuzzle into his neck as his arms entwine around you, holding you close as your heartbeats level out. 
"I've never done that before," you confess after a long moment of peace soundtracked by distant ocean swells. 
You peer up at him to find his blissful smile faltering, concerned confusion painting his features. "Done what?"
"Come like that. Without…or just with…"
Just from getting fucked, is what you try and fail to say. Joel seems to understand, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. 
"Glad I could be of service," he chuckles, stealing another kiss from your lips.
"Shut up," you tease lightly, but you're already letting your eyes slip closed, making yourself at home in his sturdy embrace. You stay like that, breathing each other in for a few quiet moments before reality starts to catch up with you. "What time is it?"
Joel checks his watch. "Uhh…seven."
"Oh my god, is that it?" you wonder, frowning. It feels like decades since you'd first left his bed this morning. 
"I'm starving," you realize.
"Me too. Should we…go find your parents at the buffet, or…?"
"Hell fucking no."
Joel laughs and thank god, he seems to be in agreement. The last thing you need right now is your mom and dad disrupting your first totally perfect day with Joel. Your first totally perfect day in…years maybe.
You stumble free from his sheets to fish out your phone in the adjoining room, texting your dad with some bullshit lie about catching a bug and needing a night in. You add that Joel seems to have come down with the same affliction, and that they shouldn't expect to see either one of you for the rest of the evening.
You're not interested in life outside these rooms tonight. Or ever.
You throw on a pair of underwear before you cross back into Joel's room, leaving the adjoining door open behind you. You can't imagine you'll close it again for the remainder of your time here.
"Got us an out for the night," you inform Joel when you duck back into his room, waving your phone at him. He's up now too, halfway through putting on a pair of boxers. 
"Oh yeah?"
"We're both deathly ill, got it?"
Joel smirks. "Sneaky."
You wrap yourself back up in his robe and crack open the balcony door while he orders room service (cheeseburgers and two Blue Lagoons, for "old time's sake," according to Joel). You settle into his bed together while you wait, listening for the hundredth time to the sounds of the sea outside. You don't think you'll ever tire of that sound, the sense of serenity it brings with it. You can hardly remember how it felt to be miserable here. In barely five days, Joel's erased all of it. 
Now all you can do is wonder how miserable you'll be when you leave. You need a distraction before you start to dwell too hard on it.
Joel watches you curiously from his place against the headboard as you jump out of bed and back to your room, hunting for something you'd packed on the off chance you'd need it. When you return to his room brandishing the small black speaker, Joel cocks his eyebrows, looking impressed.
"You came prepared, huh?"
You shrug. "Well, with a vibrator and a Bluetooth speaker anyway."
"So just the essentials, then."
"Exactly."
You can see a missed text from your dad in your notifications when you unlock your phone to open Spotify, but make the executive decision to ignore it. You're certain it's not worth checking, and you don't want to think about your parents tonight.
"Which Fleetwood Mac album we on now?" Joel asks while you scroll for what you're looking for. 
You shake your head. "I don't care, I wanna listen to Rumours."
He laughs as the opening guitar riff of 'Second Hand News' fills his room. It's not long after that your food arrives. You post up in bed to eat (something you'd probably never do at home), sitting close together and reluctantly downing your Blue Lagoons with grimaces and groans, bopping along to the familiar music that Joel seems to know just as well as you do.
She broke down and let me in, Made me see where I've been…
"I love this one," you admit around a mouthful of burger. Joel grins, nodding his head in time with the mid-tempo beat of 'Never Going Back Again.'
"Yeah, this one's a winner," he smiles. "Used to know how to play it on guitar."
"No way!" you exclaim. He just shrugs, like it's no big deal. Yeah, right. Even to your inept ears, you can tell how complex the arrangement is; he'd have to have been pretty skilled to once know how to play it.
"I'd love to hear you play some time," you tell him genuinely. You'd love to hear him play anything on guitar, to see for yourself what else those deft fingers might be capable of.
You turn it up before you let that thought fester and then your heart pangs as Joel begins singing along. Absently, under his breath, but still perfectly in tune.
Been down one time…been two time…never going back again…
You join in too, ignoring that you sound vastly more off-key than he does.
"You know it took 'em a whole day to record the guitar track on this?" he starts to say then. You turn the speakers down a few notches and shake your head. "Had to restring Lindsey Buckingham's guitar every twenty minutes just to keep it soundin' that bright."
Huh. You hadn't known that.
"Look at you coming through with the dad-rock lore," you say with an affectionate grin.
Joel chuckles, scoffing as he repeats the words, "Dad-rock," under his breath. There's a beat then, while you chew, but you notice his smile has faded, his fingers idly picking at the edge of his plate while he seems to ponder something. 
Shit. Maybe the word "dad" had hit a little too close to home for Costa Rica.
Sure enough– 
"About that…" he begins. You turn the music down further until Lindsey Buckingham's bright guitar is nothing more than background noise. 
"Hm?"
"Kinda got me thinkin'," he continues, dancing around the point, it seems. Nervous. That insecurity you'd heard in his voice last night is back, clear as day in his wandering tone.
"About what?" you press, though you're pretty sure you can guess. You've been waiting for this.
The long overdue Talk.
"Why in the world you want anythin' to do with me," he shrugs.
"Why wouldn't I?"
Joel just gives you this self-effacing stare, tilting his head to the side knowingly. "You're too smart to be playin' dumb, sweetheart."
Fifty, remember? your brain chimes in. Your dad's friend?
Right. You're not actually supposed to be eating cheeseburgers in this man's bed right now. You've just grown so resigned to whatever it is you're doing with him that it hardly crosses your mind anymore. You hadn't anticipated that Joel might still be in his head about it. He always seems so…sure; always placating you, not the other way around.
You smile softly.
"It doesn't bother me that you're a dad, Joel," you tell him truthfully. "It doesn't bother me that you're fifty. I don't know, I kind of…like it honestly."
There's no waver in your voice, no trace of doubt, even though it's the first time you've admitted it to yourself, too. You do like it. But Joel just furrows his brows like he still doesn't believe you, so you go on.
You sigh. How do you explain it right?
"I've only ever been with guys my own age or younger. And you wanna know something, Joel? None of them ever made me feel as good as you do."
He scoffs.
"Anyone coulda figured out to make you come if they'd just fuckin' asked–"
"I'm not just talking about that, though," you cut him off. His gaze is all doleful, brown eyes then, begging to be assured. You try to imagine your scenario from his perspective. There's a version of your story where Joel is just a rebound, you suppose, a hot DILF to ease the pain of a traumatizing break-up. A conquest–a challenge–with which to spice up the dullness of a family vacation. When you think about it like that, his concerns seem perfectly valid.
But that's not your story.
You shake your head, take another deep breath and attempt to put the truth into words.
"You've been like a…like a lifeline for me here," you say earnestly. "I thought I was going to have the worst time on this trip. Every time I thought about it, I'd just remember that I was supposed to be here with Chris and I was just…I mean, I was dreading it. I was borderline catatonic when he broke up with me, Joel. Like, he really fucking hurt me. And I still don't think I'm really over it, but…I don't know. Something about being with you…it's the closest I've felt so far to thinking maybe I could be."
You're staring at the mattress as you conclude your little monologue, but you can feel Joel's eyes boring into you. When you peek up at him, you find his expression is unreadable, his stare sympathetic but otherwise blank. You think he might be searching again, searching for the lie in your words, your face. Just like always, you're certain he won't find one. He sighs and your skin burns.
"I'm sorry, was that too much?" you ask with a frown, suddenly embarrassed.
At last, a smile breaks across his features and he shakes his head.
"No," he says quietly and you think his voice sounds a little tight. 
"I genuinely like you, Joel," you continue, lighter now that the truth is off your chest and apparently hasn't scared him away. "And, you know, you're really hot."
He rolls his eyes. "Alright, shut up now."
But then you both erupt into a fit of giggles, the seriousness of your confession fading away into comfortable silence, backdropped by the sweet sounds of 'Songbird.'
For you, there'll be no more crying For you, the sun will be shining And I feel that when I'm with you It's alright, I know it's right
Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you, and after a minute you press, "Okay, your turn."
"What?" His brows knit together again, puzzled. 
"Why do you want anything to do with me?" you push but that dumbfounded look never leaves his face. 
"You're jokin', right?"
You are most certainly not joking. You really can't be sure what it is exactly he gets out of this whole thing, besides the potential loss of an old friend in your father. Joel strikes you as such a gentleman, save for that filthy fucking mouth. Hardly the type to get off on the thrill of sneaking around with his buddy's daughter.
"I mean, I know all men are supposed to be into younger women or whatever–"
"S'not that," he insists firmly and then he's shaking his head, his gaze fixed downwards, picking at the porcelain again.
"It's not that," he repeats, softer now, like it's just to himself. He sighs again, seeming to consider his next words carefully. He opens and shuts his mouth–like he's going to say something but changes his mind–before finally steeling himself with another deep breath.
"You could be twenty-eight or you could be forty-eight," he says. "It wouldn't change a damn thing about the way I feel about you."
He says it fiercely but with an undercurrent of uncertainty, like he's still not sure how you're going to respond to his honesty. You wish you could find the words to tell him how it sprouts a lump in your throat, how it makes your heart race and warmth flood down the back of your neck as butterflies take flight in your stomach. 
As it is, you just place a hand on his forearm and smile, committing to memory the bashful grin he offers you in return. 
"Oh shit, I like this one too," you say then, cutting through the heaviness as 'You Make Loving Fun' begins to play through your speakers.
"Me too," Joel concurs. You turn it up and sing along together shamelessly, finishing up your dinner as the last of the sun's light fades behind the horizon outside.
I never did believe in miracles, But I've a feeling it's time to try I never did believe in the ways of magic, But I'm beginning to wonder why
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After dinner, you talk into the night, Joel interrogating you with a barrage of questions; where you went to college, what you do for work, who your best friends are, what street you live on. He lives nearby where you work, you discover, out in the suburbs in a big house by himself, the same place he's lived for thirty-odd years.
The more you discuss life outside this resort, the more it starts to feel like something...more. You push that thought down before it can properly take hold.
These days are all that matter right now. How ever few of them remain.
Sooner or later, the dishes from your meal wind up on the floor as your bodies become one all over again. He fucks you slow, his broad frame sewn to you from behind, every inch of him connected with yours. He whispers sweet praises into your ear and when his hand wraps around your body to circle your clit, you come apart against him, cascading pleasure that seems to pass over you in neverending swells while he sedulously fucks you through it. He follows soon after, buried deep inside you with his face in your hair, ragged groans echoing in your shared oasis till you're full of him once more. 
He cleans you up and pulls you close, intertwining your naked bodies beneath the sheets, his whispered voice the last thing you hear before you fall asleep in his arms,
"God, I wish we could just stay here forever."
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“ 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭ú . ”
— how they confess.
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RIDDLE ROSEHEART will make sure everything goes perfectly. this is his big day! he wants to impress you, he wants to see your awed face. he is willing to collar anybody that dares to go against his plan. nothing will ruin it, this is his moment. first, he would invite you to an unbirthday tea party, just you and him. then, he would spend the whole evening with you before gulping down his anxiety and confessing. “i’m in love with you, prefect.”
baking will always be TREY CLOVER’S speciality. he goes along the flow, waiting to get signals from you. how does he confess? he confessed by leaving a box of homemade truffles on your bed, a sticky note attached to it. “i like you, [name]. be mine? yes or no?” you couldn’t help but swoon, a delicate hue decorating your face. you took out your phone and ticked ‘yes’ on the paper, sending a picture of the truffles and note you received with the answer.
CATER DIAMOND confesses through text. although he feels like it’s one-sided, he couldn’t help but notice the mixed signals you give him. do you like him or not?! so one day, he texted you out of the blue “i like you! no— i love you!”. you just got out of the shower and was drying your hair before receiving a notification from cater. a soft smile appeared on your lips as you texted back at him, “i love you too. where do you want to meet up? <3 :)”
it’ll take a millenia to get ACE TRAPPOLA to admit his feelings for you. nah, he likes you, but not like that. right? he is so stubborn. literally everybody can see the way he flutters his eyelashes at you 🙄 though one fateful night, the both of you were stargazing— you rambling your thoughts away. “i like to travel” “i like you.” silence overlapped the atmosphere before you looked at him, confused. “you like me?” he realized he couldn’t sugarcoat it anymore. “you’re an idiot— of course i like you. you’re so smart yet so dumb AND dense!”
DEUCE SPADE is so conflicted. should he confess or should he not? what happens if he ruins your friendship? agh, it’s so frustrating! he just wants to hold your face and kiss every part of your features! why must you be so complicated? he asks his mother, now this is where it led him. deuce at your doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers while wearing a suit with his hair slicked back and a nervous smile. “deuce?” you stared at him then at the flowers. “[name], i like— no, i love you a lot! will you go out with me?” he trembles.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR is too lazy to set up a whole ass plan for this. yeah, he likes you, he admits— but he’s just gonna go with the flow, relaxing while letting fate do this for him. it’s obvious to everyone that this lion has the feels for you— i mean... he only uses you (and only you) as a pillow, cuddle buddy AND he lets you scratch his ears?? fuck yeah he likes u. if you haven’t taken the hint, you’re either really dense or really dumb. “leona, do you like me?” he snuggles into your shoulder and growls. “you just noticed?”
RUGGIE BUCCHI honestly doesn’t know what to do. i mean... he does like you, but he doesn’t know how to approach you. screw that, he’s 100% sure he’s in love with you. he isn’t an expert in the romance field, what do you expect? so, there’s only one way he confesses. asking you out on a date when he thought he was gonna die during leona’s overblot :D isn’t that so romantic? “hey prefect, if we survive this, wanna go out?” “ruggie what the fuck”
what the hell is that. JACK HOWL is the dense one here, not you. yes, his heart beats at an abnormal pace whenever you’re near, yes he misses you whenever you are not near him but nah, he thinks that it’s normal for friends to feel that way. this fr made epel hit his head and tell him that no, it is not friendship. that’s legit a crush!! now that’s when he realized he likes you. yeah once he realizes he just goes up to you and says “prefect, i like you”
AZUL ASHENGROTTO plans literally everything out. unlike riddle, his doesn’t go as plan. everything went wrong and he is about to lose his absolute shit. why must he be so unlucky? jade is putting his hand on floyd’s mouth so he doesn’t burst out laughing. just as he was about to ask you to meet him, the first years dragged you away to create another batch of chaos that are legit nightmare fuel. now at the end of the day, he’s sick of everything and with a fake smile, drags you away from these goons you call friends. “this took me all day. i will not let them steal you away this time. i like you, prefect.”
the moment JADE LEECH realizes his feelings for you, his eyes would never leave your form. it becomes a whole ass mission to find out whether you like him back or not, and it wasn’t difficult for him to decipher your feelings. oh dear, what’s this? you’re getting flustered over simple things that he does. this truly amuses him, and he enjoys every second of it. he holds your hand and gave a gentle kiss on top of it, a teasing grin on his face. “prefect, would you be mine?” JADE>>>>
FLOYD LEECH is a pain in the ass. once he realizes that he’s in love with you, he’s glued to your hip 24/7, it’s not even funny. he always say “i love you”. those words are always leaving his mouth. you might take it as a joke, but he is not joking at all. now, on a particular day, he wasn’t feeling it. so you know what he did? “floyd?” he kabedon’d you. “listen, shrimpy! i’m sick of you thinking that everything’s a joke! do you want me to squeeze you as hard as i can so that you know that i’m in love with you?”
KALIM AL-ASIM is trying his best, okay? jamil was the one who made him realize that he was in fact, in love with you. when found out, he was dying to tell you his feelings. so, the only solution to that is *drum roll* confessing his undying feelings for you! now how did he confess? inviting you on a carpet ride (pretty cliché, but i agree w/ the fandom) and showing you the true beauty of this world. that moment he realized, nothing could compare to your beauty. “i love you, prefect! i’m falling harder each day!”
love who? yeah, JAMIL VIPER is not confident enough to confess. he believes that you deserve someone better, someone like kalim, not a servant like him. although you like him a lot and he is aware, he couldn’t bring himself to confess. i strongly believe that jamil would try to make you hate him so that you wouldn’t get hurt by him. during his overblot, he banished everyone from scarabia except for you— who he kept by his side. that is when you found out what he actually felt for you. “don’t you dare leave me. i have fallen for you, and you will stay by my side forever— i’ll make sure of it.”
now, VIL SCHOENHEIT couldn’t believe that he would fall for a rotten potato like you! what spell did you cast on him, oh dear prefect? you’ve got him wrapped around your finger like a thread. he is definitely one of the romantic types, preferring to confess face to face. “potato, i can’t help but notice how wonderful you look today.” thanks for calling me a potato, vil. it’s highly unlikely for him to confess, so you’re gonna confess first. then, he would ask you to meet him at pomefiore, he told you to ‘dress nicely’. “finally arrived, prefect? i’ve made reservations, just you and me.”
ROOK HUNT is folding for you. he would appear during the most random times, confessing his undying love for you through poems. “oh, mon trésor—” “rook we are literally about to die” honestly, everyone questions your sanity. he follows you everywhere, sometimes it gets on your nerves. so one day, while sitting under a tree, an arrow was shot right beside you. “I love you, mon trésor. will you do the honours of being mine?” you could only stare at the paper in your hands. what’s your answer, prefect?
believe it or not, EPEL FELMIER would rather dive off a cliff than admit that he wrote love letters for you. love letters? haha what’s that? he’s so in love with you, i’m not joking. he definitely imagine scenarios of him protecting you (prove me wrong LOL). although he is very nervous to confess to you, he needs to man up for the love of his life! and when he gets in front of you to confess, he wastes no time to tell you what he feels... in great detail. this is honestly a great view, seeing epel all flustered and ready to be teased by you and his friends.
IDIA would be caught dead before confessing to you. nothing, absolutely nothing will make him confess to you. so, you will be the one to confess to this guy. he is too nervous for his own good, and would rather die than go through rejection by his long-time crush, aka you. although ortho knows that you like his brother back, idia can't help but feel his anxiety rise each time he feels like confessing. so he goes nope. i'm good 👍. so the big question is, will YOU confess?
it is clear to everyone that MALLEUS DRACONIA has fallen head over heels for you. just the mere mention of your name has got him smiling and feeling all giddy. the confession happened during a night walk with him, and as usual, he can't help but admire you. “child of man, i have something to say.” you turned to look at him and noticed how gentle he looked at you. "what is it, tsunotarou?" he gently cupped your cheek and confessed his undying love for you. his eyes would glimmer with delight once he finishes.
LILIA VANROUGE prefers traditional ways of confessing. he is an old man after all. he tends to scare you a lot just to show that he cares for you. he literally confessed like this: lilia was upside down when he spooked you. with a grin, he handed you a letter that smelled just like him. it makes you think, did he spray his perfume on this letter or something? the envelope itself was very pleasing to look at, a beautiful colour of beige and rose gold wax seal. open it, prefect! what was contained either made your heart flutter or not.
SILVER prefers simple ways to confess. of course, he asks lilia for help. while he had his head in your lap, you placed a flower crown on his head, making him stir awake. “did i wake you, silver? i’m sorry.” his lips curled into a gentle smile, pleasured to wake up by seeing your face. you could only look at his delicate features that were staring up at you. silver closed his eyes to continue his slumber, but before that, he whispered a delicate “i love you.”
SEBEK ZIGVOLT simply yells out what he feels for you. it was quite an odd scenario, him holding on to your shoulders while his face flushed a red hue. the tips of his ears turned pink as he stared at your face, eyebrows furrowed. “sebek??” he gulped his fears away and took a deep breath before confessing his feelings for you. “human! how dare you make me feel such things? you make my heart flutter at each mention of your name, so tell me— what have you done?”
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love you better
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summary: connie’s gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.
(i do not speak spanish, but i’m trying my best. plss don’t kill me yall)
cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeat…
word count: 1.3k
(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagüevo/cock-sucker. no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)
── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────
“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.
“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.
*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.
you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.
you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.
a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”
you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.
connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.
“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”
his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.
“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…i was all you had, remember? you fatherless, selfish slut” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.
“i’m her daddy now bitch”
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fxrmuladaydreams · 4 months
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broaden your horizons (sv5)
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pornstar!seb x camgirl/pornstar!reader
summary: sebastian suggests you broaden your horizons, little does he know just how much his suggestion hurts you
notes: i hope you guys are enjoying this au, this is the first chapter without smut, so we’re getting into the actual meat of the story, i know this is a pretty short chapter but we needed the drama
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Sebastian’s video had done just as well as yours had done the previous week. Audiences were begging to see more videos with the two of you together. He smiled to himself reading through all of the comments. Most were compliments, or more so crude comments to you. It turns out you were a hit. Sebastian really struck gold collaborating with you.
He liked filming with you, that was clear to him early on, but he didn’t expect to feel a tug in his heart when he was away from you. He didn’t think he’d long for the time you had together after filming, cuddled up together. He was surprised when he realized just how much he longed to have you near him, even without any plans to film new videos.
It was wrong, growing attached to someone you worked with. Sure, he had multiple girls ask him out after filming with him, but he always turned them down. He told them that he didn’t date anyone he filmed with. And he was more than willing to keep his word, until he met you.
Things would become complicated if he were to act on these feelings that had begun to fester inside him. He probably wouldn’t be able to film videos with anyone else anymore, and he knew for a fact he wouldn’t like it if you did either.
So in an attempt to stop his heart from growing even more attached to you, he called up a girl that he had filmed a few videos with before and scheduled to film another. He was trying to take steps into creating a more professional relationship with you, but still couldn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat whenever he got a text notification or a phone call, then for it to fall when it wasn’t you trying to contact him.
It was in a moment of weakness for him that he had invited you over to his house to hang out. He claimed he was bored and had a few new movies to watch, and asked if you wanted to join him. The truth was he was tired of the texts and phone calls, and decided to give into his desire to have you around him.
It was the first time you’d ever been to Sebastian’s house. It was clean, neat, although it seemed like it was missing something, like the space could use a little more life in it.
Sebastian had guided you to his living room and ordered a pizza for the two of you to share. He turned the first movie on, then the second, then the third, until it was late into the evening.
You were more than content spending this time with Sebastian, a small prt of you wondered if he was going to ask you to stay the night.
You had started your movie marathon on opposite ends of his couch, yet slowly started to find yourselves inching closer to one another, until you were practically sitting on his lap. He had an arm thrown around your shoulders, holding you to his chest, and the other over your legs which laid over his lap.
You could feel your eyes become heavy as the last movie played, and let sleep overcome you before it had ended.
Sebastian hadn’t noticed that you’d fallen asleep on him until the credits started rolling. He felt you bury your face further into his chest as he shifted. He smiles down at you and brushes the hair away that had fallen into your face.
He carefully lifts you up in his arms and walks you to his room. He lays you on top of the bed and pulls a blanket over you. He debates crawling into bed next to you, the idea of waking up with you wrapped in his arms is way more tempting to him than it should be. But he decides against it, instead grabbing his own blanket and sleeping on the couch.
He wakes up the next morning to hear you padding around his kitchen. He sits up to see you standing over his stove, cooking.
“Good morning schatz.” He says, his voice groggy from sleep.
You smile before turning back to look at him. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open, and his blonde hair is a mess on top of his head. His German accent is thick and his voice is deep. He gives you a tired smile, slowly making his way into the kitchen with you.
“Good morning Seb.”
“You didn’t have to make breakfast.” He says.
“And you didn’t have to sleep on your couch.” You tell him pointedly.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He gives you a soft smile then gets plates from his cupboard to serve the breakfast you’ve cooked.
You sit at the small table he has as you eat. Sun shines in through the blinds, you can hear birds singing outside. This feels far too intimate and domestic, but neither of you wants to stop.
You help him wash the dishes, he playfully splashes a little water on you after you bump his hip with yours, giggling at the soapy mess he’s made of the counter.
You sit on his couch afterwards, you not wanting to leave, and him not wanting to ask you to.
You feel like this is the beginning of something new for the two of you. You never expected to become this close to someone you worked with, but it seems like the two of you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
“So I was thinking about maybe filming some more stuff with you? I mean, obviously people like us together. We could do like a livestream or something?” You ask, sharing an idea that had been floating around in your head for a little bit.
He’d love to film with you again. But there’s a little siren going off in his head. You’re getting too close, back away. He nods. “We could, yeah. I’d have to check my schedule.” He says.
“Oh, I’m sorry, if you’re too busy that’s okay.”
He shakes his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’d like to film with you again.” He pauses. “I just have a day planned to film with someone else soon.”
It feels like the breath is stolen from your lungs. You feel yourself deflate a little.
“Oh. Alright.”
You shouldn’t have expected him to only be filming with you, he was a famous pornstar, he probably had women lining up to film with him.
“It’s not that big a deal. She’s pretty easy to work around.” He says, his heart begins to hammer in his chest as he sees you become more tense.
“You’ve filmed with her before?”
He nods. “A couple of times.”
Everything you’ve done together flashes through your mind. All of the sweet words and kind gestures, intimate moments you thought were shared between the two of you, were they just a carbon copy of what he’d already done with other girls?
“Maybe you should try filming with someone else?” He suggests. Honestly the last thing he wants is to see you on his computer with someone else’s dick inside you, but for some reason he can’t stop himself from speaking. “See if you like it. Broaden your horizons.”
You feel sick to your stomach. He’s used you, he’s able to say that he was the first one to have you, and now he’s tossing you aside.
“I think I’m going to head out.” You say, getting up from the couch.
He follows you as you walk to his door. “It was nice having you schatz.”
His words, though unintentional, feel like the final knife in your heart.
“Could you send me Daniel’s contact info?”
“Sure.”
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in sickness and in health
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pairing: kim seungmin x female reader
summary: you're the most important thing in seungmin's life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you. it means that taking care of you when you're not feeling well comes naturally.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: a little bit of angst, sickness (fever, feeling nauseous, etc.)
a/n: partially inspired by me being ill at work and my amazing coworkers taking care of me and making sure i didn't faint lol.
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Seungmin loves being an idol. 
He loves to sing and performing in front of Stays always thrills him. He loves the other members and really, everyone else that he gets a chance to work with. At times it can be stressful, but for the most part, it’s fairly easy to manage the downsides of being famous.
But when he started dating you, he found out that there are parts of being an idol that he hates.
He always thought that he'd be different from a lot of idols and wouldn't be afraid to show his partner off. The second he met you though, he knew he'd do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. You understand, of course, and do your part to make sure that only your closest friends and family are aware of who you're dating.
It pains Seungmin to do this, but he knows nothing good can come out of your identity being known.
The two of you are more than careful, sometimes Seungmin feels silly with how cautious he is about meeting up with you. Yet somehow his heart always feels like it will beat out of his chest whenever he sees articles that speculate about idol relationships.
You do your best to stop him from stressing, but it’s something that Seungmin can't quite shake. You're the most important thing in his life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you.
The first time his phone rings during a livestream with the whole group, Seungmin brushes it off. The caller ID says it's an unknown number and everyone he knows has been receiving a lot of spam calls and texts lately. 
He swipes away the notification and tries to focus on just reading comments when the same number calls back, a couple minutes later. He ignores it again, but on the third call, he nudges Chan’s knee beside him and subtly tilts his phone screen so that Chan can see. His phone is on silent so nobody watching the live should be able to tell that he's getting the calls, but the timing feels too coincidental for him not to be suspicious. 
"They keep calling," he says under his breath. 
"We'll get someone to look into the number later, just keep ignoring it," Chan advises quietly.
Seungmin takes a quick screenshot of the number, then tries to get back into the conversation to distract himself. The next time he looks down at his phone again, someone is once again calling him.
Seungmin almost reflexively rejects the call, until he realises it's your nickname flashing up on his screen.
You generally don’t call Seungmin without warning, especially not during the day when there’s a higher chance that Seungmin won’t be able to readily answer.
[sent - 3:12 pm]
sorry baby, working right now, can it wait?
His stomach drops when you just call again in response. He doesn’t want to alarm any of the members or the fans when he doesn’t know what’s going on, but he has a bad feeling about this. He once again flashes his phone to Chan briefly and leans in close.
“I want to take this, I don’t know why she’s calling, but something doesn’t seem right.”
Chan bites his lip, obviously torn for a second, before he seems to make up his mind.
“We’ve been live for almost 20 minutes, give me one second and we’ll end it so that you can talk to her, yeah?” Chan puts a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder and squeezes it tightly for a moment before clapping his hands together, effectively ending the conversation that the rest of the members were having.
Seungmin makes himself smile as they all say goodbye, but it's obvious that it's forced.
Even though the live ended as quickly as possible, Seungmin still has 2 new missed calls by the time he’s found himself an empty room to use.
"Hello?"
"Uhm hello, is this Min?" a man asks hesitantly. His voice is unfamiliar and it scares Seungmin. The only thing that brings a little bit of comfort is knowing that you’re careful to never call Seungmin by his full name when talking about him with friends or coworkers, you even have his contact information set as a nickname.
"Who is this?" he asks instead. “Where’s Y/n?”
"My name is Hyunwoo, I work with Y/n-ssi. I’m very sorry for interrupting you, but Y/n-ssi said that you were one of her emergency contacts. We tried to call with another number previously, but weren’t able to reach you."
“Sorry, I generally do not answer calls from unknown numbers. Is Y/n okay?” Seungmin swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Can I- can I please speak to her?”
“She’s just not feeling well and needs to go home. She’s resting in another room, but I can get her, one moment please.” 
There’s a bit of background noise, the sound of footsteps, murmuring, then finally, your voice.
“Minnie?” you ask, sounding groggy. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I know you were working today.”
“Hey baby, it’s okay. You don't have to worry about me. You know that you’re more important than work to me right? I’m glad you got them to call me. How are you doing?”
“I'm tired. I'm okay, just, I was feeling light-headed and have a headache so I can't work. Hyunwoo said he thinks I have a fever.”
“Okay, I’m going to pick you up and bring you home then. Just continue resting until I get there. I'll see you soon.”
Seungmin doesn’t know what he’d do without the other members. As soon as he finishes explaining the situation to them, they’re already calling a car and working out schedules so that there aren’t any problems.
Hyunwoo eyes Seungmin carefully when they first meet, likely due to the face mask and hat he's wearing. When Seungmin removes the mask and shakes Hyunwoo’s hand, he's relieved when he doesn't appear to recognise him. It's not exactly a surprise, men are generally less likely to follow k-pop groups and Seungmin hardly looks like an idol when he's barefaced and in the jeans and t-shirt that he wore for the live.
“Thank you for calling me, Hyunwoo-ssi,” Seungmin says. “Sorry I didn’t pick up at first.”
“It’s okay, Min-ssi. Y/n-ssi mentioned that your work might make you difficult to contact.” Seungmin appreciates that Hyunwoo doesn’t make any attempt to pry further.
“And thank you for taking care of Y/n.”
“It’s not a problem. Y/n-ssi is a pleasure to work with and we all want her to get better as quickly as possible. Come with me, I’ll bring you to her.”
You’re lying in a small meeting room that has all the lights off and blinds drawn. The table and chairs have all been shifted to the side to fit a yoga mat that has been laid out. You squint up at Seungmin from under a mis-match of jackets with your head resting on a pillow that matches the couches that were in the reception area of your office.
“Minnie?” Your voice is soft and a little bit confused.
“Yes, it’s me, Y/n. How’re you feeling?”
Seungmin rushes to your side, crouching on the carpet so that he can cup your cheek. Your skin is flushed and hot to the touch. You reach out a hand and he clasps it tightly with his free hand.
“Mm, I wanna go home.”
“Let’s go home then.”
The company car is still parked outside of your office building, close enough that you insist on walking yourself. Seungmin tries not to hover, but he makes sure to keep his arm looped around your waist so that you don’t stumble. The drive back to your place is fairly short, but when Seungmin glances over you’re looking unwell. Maybe it’s just the dim lighting from the backseat, but you look paler than usual and your eyes are closed.
“You feeling okay?” Seungmin asks, squeezing your hand.
“A bit nauseous,” you murmur.
“We’re almost there, just take a few deep breaths through your nose for me.”
Even though it's only a few minutes before they pull onto the street that you live on, it feels like forever. Seungmmin tries to keep you preoccupied by rubbing circles into your palm. Instead of trying to help you out of the car and into your apartment, Seungmin thanks the company driver and opts to just carry you all the way in. 
He helps to change you out of your work clothes and tucks you into your bed. You link your fingers together and protest when Seungmin attempts to leave your side.
“I promise I'll be back in a second, I just want to get some things to help you feel better, okay?” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You agree, but reluctantly.
Seungmin tries to stay quiet as he rummages around your apartment, gathering some medicine, a thermometer, a glass of water, and some crackers. Next he dampens a face cloth and brings everything to your bedside table, folding up the cloth and laying it across your forehead. 
He supports you in sitting up slightly to take your temperature, brushing his fingers through your hair as you wait for enough time to pass. You lean into his touch slightly, humming in pleasure when Seungmin switches to giving you a light head massage. When the thermometer beeps, it confirms what Hyunwoo suspected, you have a low grade fever.
“You have a bit of a fever,” Seungmin tells you, keeping his voice low. “Do you feel up to having some water and medicine? It'll help you feel better, I think.”
“Okay,” you say, taking the pills that Seungmin hands you and swallowing them with a bit of water.
“Do you want to rest some more now? I want you to stay hydrated so I can make broth for you or get juice.”
“Do you have another schedule? You don't have to stay and take care of me.”
“I don't have to, I want to. And what did I say earlier? Don't worry about me. I'm not missing anything important.”
“So you are missing something,” you insist, your stubbornness making itself known. Seungmin can't help but find it endearing, especially the way that your bottom lip juts out to form a pout.
“Just vocal lessons. I already know how to sing, so it’s fine. Innie had his scheduled for tomorrow, the two of us are going to swap.”
“Oh,” you say, apparently satisfied by that.
“See, nothing to worry about. Now, what did you want? Broth or juice?”
“Broth,” you decide. “But that means you'll have to leave again. I don't want to be alone.”
Seungmin hesitates for a moment before reaching for something resting on the side of your bed.
“You won't be alone, Daengmo will keep you company, okay?”
Seungmin had gifted the stuffed dog to you the first time he had gone abroad after the two of you had started dating, even though it was only to Japan. You had insisted that he keep it at first, knowing how fond he was of the toy, but he had convinced you that it would prevent you from missing him whenever he was away.
“M'kay,” you say sleepily, wrapping your arms around Daengmo.
“You can close your eyes while I'm gone and I'll be back before you know it.”
“I'm not tired,” you say, although even in the dim lighting Seungmin can see that your eyes are starting to droop. “I'm going to stay awake until you come back.”
“Whatever you say,” Seungmin replies.
He leaves your room, closing the door behind him quietly, and heads towards the kitchen.
Seungmin prepares a couple of pots to make you soup. The first he prepares with some ingredients to make a simpler version of a ginseng chicken soup. He knows it'll take a while to cook though, so he adds water, powdered chicken broth, and ginger to the second. Within a few minutes, the clear broth is ready to serve.
Seungmin scoops a portion of it into a mug and slips an ice cube in so that you won't burn your mouth trying to drink it. He makes his way back to your room as quickly as he can, but careful to avoid the liquid sloshing over the sides.
When he eases the door open, he's greeted with the side of you with your eyes closed, clutching Daengmo tightly. Your breaths are deep and even, although you stir slightly when he sets the mug down on your nightstand.
“I'm here now," he reassures you quietly. “You just keep resting.”
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say in a small voice.
“Of course, I’ll always be here for you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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jxckchxmpi0n · 11 months
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HEADCANNON DATES W/ JACK CHAMPION
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I'm currently going crazy as I have three weeks until I graduate- anyways this is my little delu-lu moment where I break from reality and think about dating jack 🧎‍♀️
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Dating JACK CHAMPION is the most fun you'll ever have. There are so many little dates in there different towns he's filming in.
He'd take you to the zoo, the aquarium. "Baby, we have to see the otters!" He jumps around like a little kid.
There would be many dates at your shared apartment as well.
Building Legos. "Baby, look, I bought us a new Lego set. Wanna watch Marvel movies and build it?"
Or you would be studying for your college classes when he storms into your shared room. "Baby, do you wanna try making this tiktok pasta with me?"
Your favorite thing is making forts in the living room and gathering snacks around the TV and having a marathon.
"Jack, we should watch all the scram movies before we go to the premiere next weekend" you know for a fact that even if you watch them all tonight hell be watching them again throughout the week.
Sometimes, when you need to run errands, he'll join you just to be with you. "Hey baby, I have to go run out for a while. I should be back in a little"
He gives you puppy eyes as he pulls his headset off. "Can I go with?" Seeing him with his bed head and pj's makes you giggle. "Of course," he then jumps up and kisses you, running to take a super quick shower.
Waking up to the smell of breakfast filling your nose, the sun light filling the room.
Jack comes in with a tray of pancakes and fruit for both you and him. You then both cuddle in bed as your eat food.
When he's been gone for months for filming and you'll be on tikok while on the phone giggling. "Why are you giggling? I didn't even say anything. " You giggle more and just tell him to check his phone. He then sees three notifications from you and sees that you sent him edits of him. "Baby." His voice is a little high-pitched as he is very flattered.
You both decide to go out for lunch as it's a nice day, ditching the car and walking downtown to a small cafe. Holding hands and sharing airpods, there's no need to talk. Sometimes being with each other is all you need
FaceTime dates as he is in a different state filming. He doesn't care. Even if he's around people, he will show his love for you every second he gets. "Mason, look y/n, and I our on a date!" He flips the camera to Mason as their hair and makeup get touched up.
Excited about avatar coming out the idea of dressing up and hiding in a theater to see others' reactions.
Sitting next to a few pre teens and hearing their reactions warm both of your hearts. But also watching Jack as he gets into the movie himself as if he isn't in it.
You wanted to try something new, so you thought about making cookies. He would sit on the counter watching you with so much love in his eyes. "What?" You notice him looking at you getting insecure all of a sudden. He jumps off, his hand goes to your cheek, "You have flour on your face." You chuckled at his actions. "God, you are so pretty"
Face masks!!!! The best part is it's him trying to convince you. But you secretly act like you don't wanna do it, so it makes him wanna do it more. You both wear big headbands, and you sit on his lap as he paints it on your face. And vice-versa, his hands lay on your hips as he has his head tilted up looked at you through his lashes.
It's a sunny day, and you decide to clean the apartment playing music, and of course, Jack being himself, he ends up taking over the music playing different songs to dance to. Then you both end up dancing in the living room.
Jack has to give Butters a bath, and as much as he loved butters, it's a lot of work, so you join and end up joking, saying you guys are married and butter is your first born. Then, half way through washing butters, you have a fake fight, then die laughing on the bathroom floor.
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flourjsh · 8 months
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exhibitionism | 1k special ♡
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♡ xiao x female reader !!
♡ nsfw !!
♡ exhibitionism (?) , degrading , basically he films u having sex , fantasies , gangbang fantasy , fingering , teasing , slick as lube , big dick xiao , overstimulation and edging mention , rushed ending , he calls u baby , lmk if I missed anything !!
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you're perched on your boyfriend's lap, his digits toying with your clit. slender fingers disappearing into your soft, gummy walls. his chin is rested on your shoulder and your cheeks are heating up. numerous notifications erupting from xiao's monitor, the usual text to speech chats appearing here and then. if you took your eyes away from him, you would see that the chat box is going at an insanely fast speed. contrast to his slow, gentle movements. you shyly whimper, heating up even more as you hear your own embarrassing sounds. your hands zooming to cover your lips in a pitiful way to muffle your humiliating cries, only to meet with your boyfriend's own appendages half way through. locking both of yours into one of his.
"baby, don't. you know me and the viewers won't like that."
your thighs shake as you realize his movements are speeding up, your moans increasing with every thrust his fingers make.
"chat, how should we punish her? this isn't enough."
you freeze. this isn't the first time you've had sex with him, and you know how terribly infuriating his punishments are. he's either going to overstimulate you to death or edge you until you're crying, you groan when he smirks at you. though your little stare off was rudely interrupted by a text to speech.
'dude, fuck her until she passes out.'
with a generous fifty dollar donation. xiao smiles at the camera and pushes you on the bed, grabbing the webcam with him to give the viewers a better, pov view. shoving his sweatpants down to free his erect cock from it's confinements. slapping the tip against your hole to collect your slick and use it as a makeshift lube. he inserts the tip in and leans in close, whispering lewd obscene words into your ear.
"fuck, baby.. you're so wet, does my baby get off to being fucked in front of so many people? what if they spread this around, hm? I bet a slut like you would like it."
he was right. you knew so many people were jacking off behind the screen, pretending they're the ones fucking you. pretending it's their cock going inside your pussy. his fans are definitely enjoying this new angle, a view of your naked body with sweat decorating your skin. your tits displayed to thousands of people, your basically flooding his dick with your slick. the thought of being fucked in front of so many people. if it wasn't online, you'd probably cum on the spot at the sight of so many guys with their cocks out. hard and leaking with precum, practically begging you to suck and fuck yourself on them.
but at the same time, you would rather spend your moments with xiao. fucking with an open window and letting someone watch the two of you going at it like bunnies in heat, letting someone masturbate to watching you get impaled on your boyfriend's-
you gasp as you feel xiao's dick entering you in one thrust, the tip kissing your cervix whilst tears form in your eyes.
"I'm gonna move, okay? be grateful, this is the last time I'm being gentle to you tonight."
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iateyourparents · 4 months
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baby i think i'm gay | c.b.
pairing: colby brock x fem!reader (and sam golbach x katrina stuart)
summary: You, Katrina and boredom = disaster
warnings: fake cheating, faking change of sexuality(?), terrible writing and grammar(I'm sorry, english is not my first language), use of y/n
an: IMPORTANT!! If you aren’t comfortable with with idea of prank cheating or faking sexuality for a prank, don’t read it!
pictures are from pinterest:)
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Yesterday Sam and Colby were exploring some haunted place and today they were supposed to be coming home.
Which means you're alone with Katrina in your home and as much as you love her company, and she loves yours, you both can't help but feel bored.
It's raining so you can't do much outside and your lazy moods doesn't help this situation.
Currently you are both laying on the couch watching some reality show, when suddenly Katrina kicks you.
"We should do something for boys. Maybe dinner?" she offered.
"Ooh that's a good idea." you agreed and you both stood up and went to the kitchen.
"Spaghetti?" she asked and you eagerly nodded. You were craving spaghetti this morning so that's a good opportunity to make it, plus Katrina's cooking is just delicious.
"You know what Kat?" you started after a moment of thinking when the other girl was gathering products. "We should prank Sam and Colby. Revenge for leaving us in this awful weather."
Kat stopped what she was doing and looked you in the eyes with a mischievous smirk and you just knew that she had some genius(probably not) idea.
"What are you thinking about?" you asked with a smile.
"Do you remember my ex, Damien?" she asked and you nodded. Of course you wouldn't forget the biggest asshole you ever met. "I broke up with him saying I'm lesbian. Do you see where I'm going?"
"You want to prank boys into thinking we're lesbians and we are cheating on them with each other?" you furrowed your brows and smirked "that's fucked up but I'm in."
"Actually I just wanted to prank one of them that one of us is gay but that's even better!" she hugged you with excitement.
"We should still make this dinner as an apology." you laughed and she agreed so you started working on the food.
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When you got a message from Colby saying they would be home in ten, you excitedly told Katrina about it.
You both ran to your and Colby’s room where she asked “Should we get naked?”
You narrowed your eyebrows thinking about it. “That might be a little too much but we could take off tops and get under covers so they wouldn’t see we have pants on.”
“Good idea.” she agreed. You both took off your shirts and you laid them on the floor to make it seem like you threw it carelessly in heat of the moment. You also took some random pants from your closet and also laid it on the floor.
Then you both got onto your bed and covered your bottom parts with sheets so boys wouldn’t notice that you’re actually clothed.
“We should hug.” she stated and you just laid partially on her body placing your head on her shoulder so it looked like you were kissing her neck.
“Wait.” she thought about something “Doesn’t Colby can see you saw his message?”
“I didn’t open it, just read from notification.” you assured and she nodded with relief. After few moments you stated “They will hate us.”
“Oh definitely.” you both laughed “Do you think they will try to revange?”
“I don’t know but what can they do? Also pretend to be gay?” you snorted.
“Their fans would be delighted.” she laughed and then you both heard the front door opening so you immediately got silent and just exchanged looks smiling mischievously.
You heard boys coming up the stairs, probably looking for both of you to say hello, so you again placed your head in Kat’s neck trying not to laugh while she closed her eyes to make it seem like she was enjoying presence of your lips on her neck.
Few seconds later door to your room opened and you could hear Colby stopping walking but you both pretended to not hear it.
Moment later Sam started walking toward standing in shock Colby “Did they go out? I can’t find Kat…?
You and Kat looked at them with wide eyes pretending to be surprised and not knowing what to say. Both of boys just stood in the door frame with wide eyes and open mouths trying to comprehend what was going on.
“What the hell?!” Colby was the first one to shake off the shock “Y/n?!”
“Colby…” you faked a gasp and both, you and Kat, sat up holding covers to your chests.
“Sam, it’s not what it looks like.” you barely held back a laugh from escaping your lips at her words. Sam looked petrified with shock while Colby was almost shaking, you weren’t sure if because of anger or shock.
“Do you mind explaining yourself?” Colby asked in low tone and Sam nodded to him also wanting to know what’s going on.
“Baby, I think i’m gay.” you just said.
“We’re so sorry you had to get to know it like that.” Katrina sighed.
“What?” both boys said in the same time. Colby’s voice was choked and you felt your heart squeezing and suddenly you didn’t like this prank anymore. You knew they wouldn’t be happy but that was worse than you imagined. You knew this tone, Colby was trying to held back tears and you could already see Sam’s eyes watering.
You exchanged looks with Kat, both of yours eyes were full of guilt and concern. That was definitely a good moment to stop it.
“Okay boys, we’re really sorry. This was supposed to be a funny prank but I guess we didn’t think it through. That’s not as funny as we thought it would, actually it’s not funny at all.” you quickly explained and got out of the bed to let them see you weren’t naked and Kat followed your moves. You both took your shirts to wear them while boys were just silently observing your moves trying to understand your words.
“It…it’s just a prank?” Sam asked and you clearly saw a hope in his eyes and that made you feel even more guilty.
“Yes” Kat quickly nodded and you both approached them slowly.
“I could never cheat on you.” you said looking into Colbys eyes and carefully taking his hand giving him time to retreat it if he doesn’t feel like touching you. You felt relieved when he only squeezed it.
“We’re so sorry. We didn’t really thought about how bad you could feel.” Kat hugged Sam who closed his eyes with relief and reciprocated the hug.
Kat looked at you and took Sam’s hand to lead him to their room, closing doors after them.
“I’m so sorry. Are you very mad?” you asked Colby with concern leading him to sit on the bed.
“I…I just don’t know what to say.” he squeezed your hand again “I’m not mad…I mean, I am but I’m also happy it was just a prank. I really thought for a moment I would lose you.”
You felt your heart breaking at his words, his tone and his slightly watered eyes and you quickly hugged him repeatedly saying sorry.
You felt his hands hugging you back.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” you were ready to do anything just to make him feel better.
“Can we just hug in bed for some time?” you just nodded at that and you both laid back still hugging.
And if the next day you and Kat woke up with water all over yourselves, you couldn’t even be mad because that was nothing comparing to your prank
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absurdthirst · 4 months
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High Infidelity {Dave York x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 11.1k
Warnings: Cheating, fraud, mentions of divorce, payback, forced cuckolding, restraints, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex
Comments: When you find out that your husband is banging the neighbor's wife, you and the neighbor decide to make them pay.
Co-written with @pedropascalsx
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The moment was bittersweet, finding out that your suspicions were correct and that he could no longer gaslight you was a temporary feeling of relief. Quickly replaced with hurt and devastation. He was your childhood sweetheart, your first and only love, and for the better part of a year he has been sleeping with the woman next door.
The same woman whose kids you babysat during the week to let her and her husband have a peaceful date night, the same woman who had sat in your kitchen a few nights earlier with a group a mutual friends and drank your wine, the same woman who had held your hand and reassured you the night that you found out your husband wasn’t able to have children.
Rewatching the footage of them kissing as they entered the bedroom you shared, him ripping off her dress as she unbuttoned his shirt made your heart lurch. Never would you have imagined it was with Carol York.
The signs he was cheating were there from day one; being overprotective of his phone, working late, charges on your joint account that just weren’t adding up and then the biggest cliche of all; lipstick on his collar. 
The urge to confront him was bubbling up in your stomach, and then you thought about Dave… Did he know? Did he suspect anything? Should you tell him? 
After going back and forth a few times you had settled on yes, he deserves to know. So you pick up your laptop, and slide in under your arm. Ready to go next door and tell him everything.
****
Rolling his eyes after the doorbell peels, Dave sighs and stands up from the kitchen table. His laptop open and report that was making his head throb was never fun but distractions just makes it harder to get back to work. Especially since the house is actually quiet with the girls at school and Carol at work. Moving towards the door, he opens it to find you, his next door neighbor waiting. He hums your name in surprise and wonders if something is wrong. “Hey.”
“Hey,” you reply with a weak smile, “I’m really sorry to interrupt whatever it is that you’re doing, but we need to talk.” 
“Everything alright?” Your face is filled with concern and he’s immediately on guard, eyes sliding behind you and not seeing anything that would have him reaching for the pistol kept in the entryway table.
“Honestly, no,” you admit with an uncomfortable laugh, “Can I come in? I don’t think it’s something I should tell you standing at your door.” 
Frowning, Dave stands back and lets you in the house. He normally doesn’t like having someone - especially female - at the house when Carol isn’t here. Busybodies talk and he hates that kind of shit. “What’s going on?” He asks as he closes the door. 
“Thank you,” you say as you walk into the kitchen and settle your laptop on the counter. “Look, I’m so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but you deserve to know, and I’ve bought this here as evidence. I don’t have to show you it but I thought bringing proof was the best way to handle it... Carol and Tommy are having an affair.” 
The first instinct he has is to deny it. To question why you are telling him something that he knows isn’t true, but he doesn’t. There’ve been times where something doesn’t sit right with Dave. Carol’s ease of assuring him that Tommy will handle something while he’s out of town. “What evidence?” He demands, knowing the best thing is to hear you out. If it’s flimsy, he can start watching his wife’s actions. If it’s concrete proof, he will know.
“It’s a video,” you say as you open your laptop, “I’ve been suspicious for a while, and then I found underwear that definitely doesn’t belong to me. So I bought a nanny cam. Are you sure you want to see this?”
“Shit.” Dave hisses but he nods. “Show me.” He demands, hating how his stomach is curling at the thought. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about other women, but he hadn’t touched one.
You nod a few times before moving the laptop to face him, pressing play on a scene that makes you feel violently sick. “I’m so sorry, Dave. Never in a million years did I expect it to be with your wife… my friend.” 
Dave’s brows pull together, jaw tightening in anger as he watches, listens to the scene in front of him. There’s zero doubt that is his wife, bouncing on another guy's dick. He doesn’t even realize his hands clenched in anger as he watches, furious at the betrayal.
Seeing the fury and the obvious hurt on his face, you decide to pause the video and close down the laptop. He doesn’t need to see anymore and neither do you. “As soon as he gets home today, I'm making him leave. He can go back to his mothers.” 
Dave huffs, nearly glaring at you. “Show me the rest of it.” He demands.
You push the laptop over at him, and shake your head, “Fine, but I don’t want to see anymore.”
Nodding, he watches as you log back in and he pushes play. Glancing at you when you winch, hearing the moans and the breathless conversation as they fuck on what he assumes is your bed. “Fucking assholes.”
“She’s faking it,” you scoff, as the moans get more animated. “The man couldn’t give a woman an orgasm if his life depended on it.”
He snorts and it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask why the fuck you stayed with him then. “Don’t kick him out.” Dave decides seriously.
“What?” You say with a raised eyebrow, before both of your attention is immediately drawn back to them. Laying in their ‘post coital glow.’
“God, I swear she gets dumber every day,” your husband says with a laugh, “All I’ve got to do is pay her five minutes of attention and the stupid bitch thinks everything is fine. Doesn’t even realize that my lawyer has pretty much voided the prenuptial agreement. I’ll hand her the form to sign and just like the dutiful wife she is, she’ll be signing half her money over to me without as much of a second glance.”
“Dave makes good money, but he’s so fucking boring. He wants to ‘save for a rainy day’.” Carol hums. “But he doesn’t ever spend time with just me. He always wants the girls around. I’m tired of being a perfect mother. I honestly didn’t want Molly. But Dave had to try for his boy.” She snorts. “Too much of a pussy to give me a boy, I guess.”
Dave growls, pissed at the way she is talking about their daughter. He doesn’t give a shit about what she says about him. “She’s the fucking one who decided to take out her fucking birth control.”
“It’s been about a year,” you say to Dave, “Well, that’s when I started having suspicions. Always working late on a Thursday night, and unexplained charges on our joint account. I’ve let him walk over me for a year.” Tears start to well up in your eyes, and embarrassment floods through you. “I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t fucking cheat.” Dave scoffs. “Don’t be sorry.” He shakes his head, “don’t kick him out. Don’t show him that you know.” He advises, the gears in his mind already turning. “Get a lawyer, start moving your money around so he can’t take it.”
“Okay,” you say with a deep breath, “I have an account that he doesn’t have access to. Fuck. I’m so stupid. I knew he was cheating, I just let him gaslight me over and over.”
“You didn’t want to believe it.” Luckily you and the fucker don’t have kids, and he would just fucking kill them both, but the girls would miss their mother. He narrows his eyes at the screen. “Get a lock box, or safety deposit box for all your paperwork. will, social security cards, jewelry. Lock them up. Start removing him from shit. Access to the cell phone plan to make changes. Utilities, whatever you have jointly, unless it’s something he uses everyday.”
“I, uh, I should write this down,” you say, nodding your head, “Dave… Thursday nights… Was she here? There were nights where he came home the next morning after claiming he slept in the office.”
He shakes his head, huffing to himself. “She had ‘book club’.” He gives air quotes. “And since they supposedly always got so hammered, she would stay there.” He had thought it was stupid, but he had also felt like his wife deserved a night out, away from the kids.
“Fuck.” Shaking your head, “I’m going to go home. Start the things you’ve suggested. I’m really sorry again, Dave. I just felt you deserved to know.”
“Thank you for telling me.” His own situation is slightly more difficult, often the agency will put people on desk duty when finding out they are divorcing and he doesn’t want that. “Let me know if they make more videos. I’m going to install a camera here too.”
“Write down your email address and I'll send you that video. I guess we will have to work out a way to approach this together.”
Dave nods and reaches for the pad he keeps next to the home phone. Ripping off a sheet and writing his private email down, along with his phone number. “I’ll think of some way to make these fuckers sorry.” He promises, handing it to you. “I’m going to be finding out the toughest lawyer in the business. I’ll let you know their names.”
“Thank you, Dave,” you say as you feel your reserve slipping, the urge to cry coming back in full force. “Let’s make them pay.”
He nods, watching as you pick up your laptop. “Call me if you feel like you’re going to tell him you know.” He asks, knowing that he would tell Carol and then Dave would have to figure out a plan b.
“Will do.” The second you’re back inside, you start the tasks he gave you. Starting with gathering up all your important documents and putting them in a temporary safe space and then ordering a safe. You wonder how long Dave’s plan will take and hope it won’t be too long, the idea of sharing a bed with your husband makes your skin crawl.
****
Thursday’s have become sort of a check in day. You normally end up coming over and spending the evening with Dave and the girls. Sometimes having dinner and then staying once the girls had gone to bed. Tonight is another check in and Dave pours you a glass of wine. “How are you holding up?” He asks quietly.
“Better,” you admit with a smile, “Everything except the joint account is handled. Just ready to move on with my life and hopefully meet someone who actually cares about me. How about you?”
“Most everything was in my name anyway.” Dave admits with a small smirk. “She can’t touch the house since I bought it with my VA and I’m going for custody. I might have to pay her out, but whatever.”
“I guess him being infertile ended up working in my favor,” you say sadly, “I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone because he said that it was embarrassing, but I own the house. My Dad left me an inheritance and I was fortunate enough to buy it outright with it. I’m going to miss living here.”
“Why are you going to move?” Dave asks. “If you own the house and bought it with your inheritance, it’s yours.”
“I always imagined filling it with kids,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t want to be in a big house that’ll remind me just how alone I am.”
He frowns slightly, even as he voices his next thought. “You could always bring in another guy.” He reminds you. “Find love and fill it with kids.”
“I guess.” The sadness is evident in your voice, so you change the subject, “So are you any closer to coming up with a plan?”
Dave chuckles and glances up just as there is a loud thump upstairs. “After the girls are asleep.” He promises, knowing little ears don’t need to hear his plan.
“Sounds like you have something figured out,” you say before taking a sip of your wine.
“Do you want to humiliate them?” Dave asks with a small smirk. “And get revenge?”
“Yes,” you answer with a smile, “I want him to hurt the way he hurt me.”
“Then I’ll tell you about my plan in twenty minutes.” He promises and nods to your wine.
“So drink up, you’re gonna need it.”
Wordlessly you nod and take another large sip of your wine, desperate to hear his plan.
The two of you dance around the subject, talking about things in the news, events happening in town and Dave enjoys it. He’s come to enjoy talking to you and spending time in your company. Your husband is an idiot to throw over someone who is funny and nice, actually pays attention to the world around her - he doesn’t deserve you. When Dave’s self appointed time is up, he sets down his own wine glass and leans in close. “We should sleep together.” He announces.
“What?” You say with a giggle, convinced you’d misheard him. You had thought about it, fuck the last few times you’ve slept with your husband you’d found yourself imagining it was Dave, circling your clit with such intensity that you came harder than ever before. “I mean… Fuck, I want to. But wouldn’t that make us just as bad?”
“Not if we fuck in front of them.” Dave chuckles, smirking slightly because of your admission of want. “As a sort of goodbye gift to them.” 
“Oh,” you say, thinking about the look of Tommy’s face as Dave fucks you. Tommy paraded you around like a trophy, having no issues embarrassing you by announcing to anyone and everyone that you lost your virginity to him and he’d be the only man to have been inside of you. Like you were his possession. “I like it. But I have one condition…. and you might find it a little weird.”
“What’s that?” Dave tilts his head and looks at you curiously. It’s not unusual to have conditions and he would be surprised if you didn’t.
“I want you to cum inside of me.” You say after taking a deep breath, “I’ll buy Plan B in preparation and you can watch me take it. But I need for him to see that it’s really over, and despite what he thinks… he doesn’t own me.”
Dave frowns and then he remembers the first Christmas party after you had moved into the neighborhood. Tommy had been shit housed and bragging about how his was the only ever cum you’ve had. He had marked you good and proper. Dave hums, his lips curling up wickedly. “Done.”
“Thank you.” It feels oddly liberating to think about. “I don’t think we should do it in the houses though… Maybe book a hotel. Request adjoining rooms and keep everything a surprise. Blindfolds and gags. Only reveal to them what’s happening after they’re strapped to some shitty hotel chair unable to move.”
He raises a brow and smirks at how quickly you came up with something that is so feasible. “Noise canceling headphones.” Dave adds, nodding. “So they can’t hear us opening the door and whatever, not until we are ready.”
“Perfect. I want them to suffer. And I know that’s awful to say out loud but the way they spoke about us… fuck.” You shake your head and laugh, “You know that he doesn’t pay for a single bill in our house. Works part time and the entirety of his paychecks go on his stupid hobbies… Golfing or gaming. I put money into our joint account each month and he just… Fuck. He gets nothing.”
“You have a prenup, and a clause for cheating.” Dave smirks and chuckles. “Carol’s gonna get something, but it won’t be enough for her liking.”
“I can’t wait to see the look on his face as you fuck me.” You say with a chuckle, before finishing up your wine. “What’s your favorite color?”
Dave grins and imagines you in his favorite color. “Green.” He hums. “Dark green.”
“Dark green it is,” you say with a wink. “When do you wanna do this?”
“I say we wait and do it when the lawyers finish the divorce papers.” Dave suggests. “We pack their shit that day and load it into a storage unit, change our locks and codes, fuck in front of them, drop the keys and the papers and shoot them the bird on the way out the door.”
“That sounds perfect. I know this sounds weird to say, but I'm kind of grateful he cheated. I would have spent forever living in his shadow and the past few weeks I’ve really started to realize that he doesn’t deserve me.” You say, with your first genuine smile in weeks. “Also I get to fuck my sexy neighbour in revenge.”
“You think I’m sexy?” Dave’s brows wing up and he’s flattered by the compliment. It’s been a long time since someone’s said that. The marriage had hit rocky patches before but never like this and he sees now that she’s been disengaging for a while.
“I have eyes, Dave,” you say with a giggle, “Every woman on this block stops and stares when you walk past. Those shoulders… Fuck. Those lips.”
“You’re so full of shit.” Dave huffs, rolling his eyes even if he secretly likes the compliment.
“Oh please,” you say, “Like you haven’t noticed the staring. Honestly, I’ve thought of you whilst using my wand,” you admit with a shrug, “After seeing you mowing the lawn shirtless.”
He smirks and leans back. “Might do that on purpose.” He admits with a shrug. “Tanning and all.”
“Well thank you for the show,” you giggle. “God, I can’t believe she cheated on you with him. I know he’s my husband but I had the excuse of him being my high school sweetheart. We’ve been together for years and he’s never made me cum once.”
“Bullshit.” Dave snorts and shakes his head. “Not even once? By accident?” He asks, nearly amazed by how fucking horrible that is.
“Never. He doesn’t do foreplay, and he’s never found that spot inside of me,” you shrug, “Usually I let him do his thing so I can roll over and sleep, occasionally I’ll rub my clit just to distract myself.”
“He doesn’t eat your pussy?” Dave’s eyes widen in shock and disgust. He understands that not all women cum from sex, he had a girlfriend before Carol who could not cum from penetration but he damn sure made her cum on his tongue.
“Nope. Never. He’s never even tried it, says the idea of it makes him ‘queasy’.” Looking over at him and seeing the look of surprise on his face makes you chuckle, “Guess I didn’t pick a good one.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, what a moron.” He shakes his head and his opinion of Tommy drops even lower than before and he didn’t think that was possible. “What a ….fuck, a pussy.”
“Nah. A pussy is useful,” you correct him, “I should get back. I’m super tired and he hasn’t texted saying it’s a ‘late one’ tonight so I figure they’ll be home soon. I will be counting down the seconds until the lawyers are done with the paperwork.”
“I would offer to show you what a real man does with his mouth, but I’ll wait to give him a ‘lesson’.” Dave hums, standing up and offering you a hand to get up off the couch.
“Oh, yeah? You going to eat my little pussy in front of him?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. You take his hand and let him help you up.
“Fuck yes.” Dave smirks. “If he finds it repulsive, I also wanna remind Carol what she’s missing. She fucking loved when I would go down on her.”
You hum happily, “I can’t wait to feel those lips on me.” Leaning forward you place a small kiss on his cheek, “Thank you for tonight. I really enjoy spending time with you and your gorgeous girls. I’ll be waiting impatiently for the paperwork to be completed. Goodnight, Dave.”
“Good night, sweetheart.” Dave walks you to the door and opens it for you. “As soon as it’s in, we’ll make sure they regret cheating on us.”
“Yes we will,” you agree with a smile, before walking back over to your house. Creeping upstairs and getting into the shower. Letting yourself get lost in imagining the feeling of Dave’s hands all over you, his mouth on your cunt and his cock buried inside of you. Your fingertips work your bundle of nerves as quickly as they can and you cum with a soft moan of his name. Climbing out of the shower you get dried, fix your hair and get into your pajamas. Wanting to be asleep or at least pretending to be when Tommy finally crawls in beside you.
****
“I got my papers.” Dave risks a call, knowing Carol isn’t checking the phone bill and calling you as soon as he steps out from his lawyers office. They don’t approve of his idea, but he also wasn’t told he couldn't do it. Just that he shouldn’t and he doesn’t agree with that.
“Me too,” you say gleefully down the phone. “You want to do it this weekend?”
“I’m thinking so.” Dave grins at the glee in your voice. “How do we want to lure them to the hotel?”
“I’m thinking we both book a room - request they’re adjoining, and once they’re both blindfolded, gagged and wearing headphones, we unlock the door and I'll lead Tommy into your room?”
“That works.” Dave agrees. “I’ll tell Carol I want to put some spice back in our marriage.”
“I’ll tell Tommy I have a surprise planned. I’ll go ahead and call and book the hotel.. and then I have some shopping to do… Dark green right?”
“Dark green.” He hums. “I’m going to enjoy ripping it off of you.” He admits, voice dropping.
“Keep playing with my pussy to the thought of it,” you whisper into your phone. “Only a few days to go.”
“I’ll book the rooms together but put one under your name.” Dave tells you, knowing that he will be able to convince them of it.
“Perfect. Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Start making noises to your husband about getting away. Doing something romantic this weekend. I’m going to ‘surprise’ Carol.”
“Perfect. Can’t wait to see the look on both of their faces. I’ll text you tonight, once I've told him about the surprise.”
The rest of the day goes by smoothly, you pop into Victoria’s secret and spot the perfect set and make your way home. Large glass of wine poured, you sip it generously as you listen to his footsteps approaching the door. 
“Good day at work?” You call out from the kitchen with a roll of your eyes. 
“Long,” Tommy groans before reaching over and helping himself to your wine, “Tomorrow is going to be longer.” 
“Oh. I really hope they’re going to start paying you for those long Thursday nights. Sometimes you don’t even make it home. It’s not good for you sleeping on your office floor,” you say with the most sympathetic smile you can force. “Anyway, I have a plan for Saturday night that’ll make it all better. A surprise for you.” 
“A surprise?” He says with a raised eyebrow and a curl of his lips, “What kind of surprise?”
“All will be revealed,” you say as you turn to him with a small kiss on his cheek, “A surprise that involved me spending a huge amount of money in Victoria’s secret for someone.” You leave him standing in the kitchen with a grin plastered on his face as you begin to climb the stairs with the rest of the wine and a new glass, “Dinner is ordered, i’m going for a bath.”
Dinner passes with its normal antics from the kids and Dave watches Carol. Nothing about her demeanor says that she’s cheating but he’s found the credit card she’s using to pay for it. It’s a secret one that she opened in his name. Not only is she renting hotel rooms, but she’s doing it on his fucking credit. It’s malicious irony that Dave booked the rooms at the same hotel that her and Tommy frequent.
Avoiding him for the rest of the evening, you have a long hot soak in the bath and only retreat back downstairs to grab your dinner and a drink. Spending the rest of the evening in bed watching netflix whilst he watches TV downstairs. 
You decide to shoot Dave a quick text to let him know you’ve told Tommy about the surprise, and check you’re still on for to meet up and go over the plan the next evening. 
‘Hey. Told him that I’ve booked a special surprise, and he ate it up. He’s told me he’s “working late” tomorrow, so I can pop around and we can go over things?’
Dave hums as his phone buzzes, Carol engrossed in her show so he slides his phone out and grins. His own reply comes quickly. ‘Sure. Now I wonder if Carol will be told about your plans this weekend? Ever wonder if he tells her that you two still have sex?’ 
You huff and type back. ‘We’ve had sex twice in the past two months, so I’m pretty sure if he’s saying anything, it’s about my lack of interest in the cheating bastard. Only fucked him so he would stop questioning why I was being distant. I doubt he’ll say anything though. The last video of them cheating he spent most of it, reassuring her that he doesn’t love me and never did. Do you think she’ll tell him about your ‘plans’?’
Dave snorts. ‘Haven’t told her. Plan on doing it at the last minute and making it seem like a romantic gesture.’
‘Good idea. I can’t wait till he is out of my house. Out of my life.’
‘Won’t be long. Just don’t kill him over the next few days.’ Dave chuckles to himself and when Carol looks up, he points to the tv. “They are so stupid it’s funny.” He explains, putting his phone away.
‘I’ll try.’ You reply before settling down for the night, wanting to be fasting asleep before Tommy gets upstairs.
****
The next day Tommy is ‘working late’ and Carol has a suspiciously timed meeting that runs over. Making Dave shake his head at how stupidly brazen they are getting. Still, he looks out the window and sees you walking over about an hour after he gets home with the kids.
You knock the door, dessert in hand as Alice whips open the door and immediately informs you that she and Molly are going to eat pizza in her room and watch a movie as you chat to Daddy.
Dave chuckles as you walk in. “The girls are getting spoiled.” He hums. “And so am I.”
“You have no idea,” you say with a wink, “I hear it’s pizza tonight? Sounds perfect.”
“Yeah, Carol had a “meeting”.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Strange, right?”
“Who’d have thought?” You giggle, “Well-,” you say as you pick up the glass of wine he’d poured for you, “Here’s to the last time they lie to us.”
“Are you ready for it?” He asks quietly, picking up his own glass. “For the big reveal?”
“I am counting down the seconds.” You say with a smile. “God, I hope they realize we aren’t to be fucked with.”
“I think they will figure that out when they don’t walk away with the pot of gold like they were expecting.” Dave snorts.
“I just can’t wait to see his face when he realizes that I'm not his trophy anymore.” The doorbell rings and Dave goes to get the pizza as you pour the girls out their juice, ready to take it upstairs to them for their movie night.
“Girls!” The two girls thunder downstairs to grab their cheese pizza and disappear just as quickly, each one fighting over who was going to sing the first song. Dave shakes his head and looks at you with a faux harried expression. “They are going to be trouble later on.” He predicts with a groan.
“I’m sure you can handle it, they worship their Daddy.” You say before topping up your glasses, “I’m going to miss this.”
“Why are you going to miss it?” Dave asks, frowning slightly.
“It’s been nice. Coming around and eating with you and the girls, the highlight of my week. They’re both absolutely adorable.”
“You can still come over anytime.” He offers. “If you aren’t out on dates, you know.” He shrugs and shoots you a smirk.
“Me? Dating? Unlikely. But I’d still love to come over. I mean it when I say it’s the highlight of my week.” You take a small sip and try to ignore the way he makes you feel, the past few weeks you had grown closer to Dave and started to really appreciate how good of a man he is. 
“Shit.” Dave snorts. “You’ll be dating before the fucking ink is dry.” He predicts. “You’re beautiful, kind, funny and smart. And I bet you are killer in the sack. He’s an idiot.” He tells you, talking about your stupid soon-to-be-ex.
“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask quietly. “I can’t remember the last time someone complimented me. And the killer in the sack? Well I guess you don’t have long to find out.”
“I can’t wait to find out.” Dave admits quietly. “And you should be getting compliments all the time.”
“As should you. You’re remarkable. The best daddy ever, you work so hard and it’s appreciated, Dave.” You say before squeezing his hand, “And I’m excited to show you just how appreciated you are.”
“Is that what it’s going to be?” Dave asks, grinning slightly. “A show of appreciation?”
“If that’s what you want,” you tease, “Going to suck your cock. Just the thought of it makes me so wet.”
“Jesus.” His eyes widen, surprised you even said that out loud. He’s thought about it plenty, but apparently so have you. “Then we’ll have to do a sixty-nine. Because I’m gonna give your dumbass husband a lesson on how to make a woman squeal his name.”
“Fuck, that sounds perfect. But also to start I want to look into your eyes as I'm sucking your cock. Feel you fuck my mouth,” you whisper quietly.
“Have you ever done that before?” Dave asks, raising a brow and trying not to spring a boner at the thought of you letting him face fuck you.
“Nope,” you admit quietly. “Tommy had me blow him for a bit pretty much every time we had sex. But it was tame.”
“Bet he likes you to ‘look pretty’ while his dick is in your mouth.” Dave scoffs. “When your mascara should be running and the split is soaking your chin.”
“He just wants to get off. Fuck. I want that.” 
Dave has been careful not to touch you. Not willing to put himself in the same level as Carol. He still won’t fuck you but he does reach out, talking ahold if your chin and rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Then we’re going to enjoy it. You’re going to enjoy it.”
You reach out and squeeze his hand again, before taking another sip of your wine and a bite of your pizza. This time in 48 hours it’ll be the beginning of the new end, and the start of something new and exciting.
****
The day of, Dave walks up to Carol at the kitchen sink and wraps his arms around her. Imagining choking her, he forced himself to kiss her neck. “I arranged for the girls to have a sleepover tonight.” He hums, pressing himself up against her and imagining fucking you so he gets hard. “Booked us a hotel room.”
“Oh?” Carol squeals with excitement, “Which one? What’s the plan?” Pushing herself against him a little harder. One thing about Carol York is that she’ll never say no to a surprise.
Dave names the hotel and pretends not to notice the split second of his wife freezing in his arms. He knows she panics and the moment she relaxes, making him hum. “Figured it’s been awhile since we had a night to ourselves.”
“That sounds lovely, darling,” she says, “But I don’t want you wasting your money on me. We can just have a quiet night in.”
“Travel points.” Dave lies easily, knowing that she doesn’t want to go back to the same hotel where she’s been visiting every week. “Already booked and waiting on us. Already checked in.”
“Sounds great,” she lies, hoping the weekend staff aren’t the same as the ones during the week.
****
“You excited for tonight, honey?” You ask Tommy, who’s wolfing down his breakfast. 
“Can't wait to see what you spent a fortune on in Victoria’s Secret, I think I’m due a sneak preview, just to get me through the day.” He says with a wink. 
“No previews. The someone I bought this for will absolutely love it. I assure you.” You say as you go upstairs to pack you ‘both’ an overnight bag.
Dave manages to talk Carol into packing a bag, hustling her out of the house and into the car without much fuss. The girls have already been deposited at their friends house and as soon as she and Dave leave, a team of professional movers will be coming and boxing up everything Dave discreetly tagged to move into the storage unit he had rented.
You stick to the plan and wait for the text from Dave telling you they’re about to check in before you leave. Not wanting any awkward run-ins at reception. “Hey honey, I forgot to fill up my car, mind if I drive yours?” You ask innocently. Knowing that Dave had arranged for the movers to come to yours after they’ve collected Carol's stuff, and taking his car meant he’d have no reason to come back to your house.
Huffing, Tommy rolls his eyes, desperately thinking if he had left any evidence of Carol being in the car. “You’re lucky I make sure that my car is filled up all the time.” He lectures. “You need to take care of those things.”
“I’m sorry, love,” you say with a fake pout, “Had a lot on my mind.” You take the car keys from him and load up the car, seconds after the go ahead text from Dave. He huffs again as he enters the passenger side and starts droning on about how ‘he needs to know’ where you’re both staying that night. 
“You’ll know soon enough, baby,” you placate with a squeeze of his knee, “Heard great things about this place.”
The plan was for Dave to unlock the adjoining door on his side when Carol was in the bathroom but leave it shut so she wouldn’t know, and you were to do the same when you got into the room.
“You won’t tell me where we are going and you won't let me see the lingerie.” He grumbles. “I thought you were spoiling me.”
“Like I said you’ll see soon enough,” you smile, “We’re not too far from where we are staying.”
Tommy shifts uneasily as he watches his normal hotel come into view. “Here honey?” He makes it sound like that’s a horrible idea. “I’ve heard this place is a dump.”
“Oh no,” you say with a shake of your head, “It’s a five star hotel, honey, cost me a fortune but tonight will be worth it.” You say with a wink, come on, let’s get checked in. “Maybe we can order room service.”
Tommy plasters on a fake smile and chuckles. Praying that no one recognizes him. It would ruin his plan.
You notice how antsy he is as you check in and it makes you grin and shake your head. He cowers behind you at the check in desk and stares at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with anyone and practically running towards the elevator once you’ve got your keycard. 
‘Here.’ You text Dave in the elevator, pretending to text your mom. “God this hotel is gorgeous, I can’t wait to see our room.”
“Maybe we can just stay in our room all night.” Tommy manages, reaching out and snagging your waist. “Lock the world away.”
“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” you assure him, “The plans I have for tonight, don’t involve you going anywhere.”
He’s relieved, planning on hiding in the bathroom when you decide to order room service. He can’t let anyone let you know about his plans, he’s not ready yet. Still needing access to the deed for the house. He wants to add himself to it so he can take it from you. It’ll be nice rental income, moving in with Carol and renting out that house.
You open the door and take a look around the room, unlocking your side of the adjoining rooms as Tommy has a “first look”  around the bathroom. You open your bag and start to take out a few bits, quietly calling him back in the room so Carol can’t hear you shouting his name. “Are you excited for tonight?”
“Depends on if you're going to suck my dick or not.” Tommy grins, thinking that he’s being romantic. The one bad thing about Carol is that she’s not willing to give him head if he doesn’t go down on her. Claiming that you might have understood, but she wasn’t a doormat. He missed someone sucking his dick.
“I promise that there will be some dick in this pretty little mouth tonight,” you tease, before picking up the blindfold and gag you had hidden in your purse, “Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?”
Tommy’s brows shoot up. “What’s this?” He demands, grinning. “You never want to play.”
“Just thought we’d spice things up a little,” you reply softly, “I can feel you slipping away from me. I read some tips… you don’t want to?”
“No, no.” Tommy’s greedy. You might be boring in bed but you are also the only woman who has only had him. “I want to. I’m just surprised you want to. Sure you don’t want me to blindfold you?”
“Maybe later, but right now I want to do this my way.” Walking over, you untie his tie and motion for him to give you his hands, using the tie to restrain him. Before gagging, blindfolding and putting on his noise canceling headphones. 
‘Ready when you are!’ You text Dave after sitting Tommy down on one of the two hotel chairs and lightly restraining him to it. 
Lifting off one side of his headphones you whisper into his ears, “Good things come to those who wait.”
Dave hums, deciding that he would lift his own noise canceling headphones off Carol’s ear. She’s already tied up, but not in a chair. “Come on baby, I’m going to guide you.” He coos in her ear. “Trust me.”
You open the adjoining door after hearing Dave open his, and flash him a little smile as he guides Carol to the chair next to Tommys. 
“You ready?” You ask him, as he steps back and places his hand on the small of your back.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Dave doesn’t fucking care about them, they made their bed. But if you don’t want to do this, he can pull the plug and just snatch the rug out from under them without ever laying a finger on you.
Rocking up on your tiptoes, you place a fleeting kiss to his lips before nodding. “I’m ready, ready to follow your lead.”
“Do you still want to suck my cock?” Dave asks, reaching up and cupping your cheek.
“Fuck, yes, i’ve been thinking about it all day.”
He hums and pats your cheek lightly, “then strip down. I want you naked on your knees so I can fuck you right away when we get done indulging.”
“You don’t wanna rip this off of me in front of them?” You ask as you unbutton your sundress and let it fall to the floor, revealing the dark green lacy lingerie set you had picked out just for Dave.
“Fuck.” He hisses, cock twitching at seeing his favorite color on your body. “Never mind. Keep it on. I’ll strip.”
“Yes sir,” you say with a giggle, excited to finally feel his hands on you.
Dave strips down quickly, watching Tommy and Carol start to shift restlessly in their chairs. Antsy. He smirks and arches a brow when he shucks his pants and reveals his hard cock. “Sure you want to do this?”
“Holy shit, it’s gorgeous,” you choke out at the sight of his cock, “Fuck yes. You ready to take their blindfolds off?”
“Blindfolds and headphones.” He hums. “Not the gags.”
“Let’s go.” You walk towards Tommy and Dave walks towards Carol. On his signal headphones are removed and then masks. The look on your now ex-husbands face is a sight to behold. Both of them stare at each other in utter bewilderment as you take a step back and take Dave’s hand. “Hello, honey, how are you liking your surprise? Must be nice to see the woman you’ve been fucking for the better part of a year here with us and her husband too.” 
Dave chuckles and shakes his head as his face drops into a scowl at the two of them. They are completely frozen and panicked. "It's funny that you think we wouldn't find out." He tells them flatly before he turns to you. "Why don't we show them what it's like to watch your spouse fuck the neighbor?"
“I think we should,” you say with a giggle, as you perch yourself on the end of the bed. “Hurt them, how they hurt us.”
“Maybe they won’t give a shit.” The muffled protests coming from the two seems to disprove that, but Dave just leans in to press his lips to yours softly. It’s the first kiss he’s ever given you. When he pulls back he tells them that before smirking. “I want you on your knees, pretty girl.”
You ignore the sounds coming from that side of the room, and immediately get up and sink down to your knees. Looking up at Dave with your sweetest smile before gently holding on to the base of him, and placing a light kiss on the tip of his cock. The tip bright red and begging for release, you lick the bead of precum that’s gathered at the top and slowly wrap your lips around him. Not used to having something so big in your mouth, you moan at the stretch, taking him in just a few inches and swirling your tongue around him. 
“Fuck.” Dave hisses, looking down at you and cupping your cheek. “Take more of it. I know you can. But don’t choke. I’m going to fuck that pretty throat of yours.”
You do as he instructs as take him further into your throat, breathing through your nose and swallowing around him. Slowly bobbing up and down before taking him further, loving the firm grip he has on your face. You can feel yourself getting wetter the deeper you take him, the sounds he makes spurring you on and making you crave more.
“Unlike you two, this is the first time for us.” Dave groans, sliding his hand around to cup the back of your head. “So you get to enjoy the first time I fuck your wife since you’ve been fucking mine.”
You hollow your cheeks and suck as hard as you can as your nose just brushes against the patch of hair at the base. Drowning out the groans of annoyance from Tommy and Carol by moaning happily around him. Tears stream from your eyes as he keeps your head from moving, keeping you still as he feeds you the last inch or so of his cock.
Once Dave feels the back of your throat constrict around him, he pulls his hips back. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this.” He groans, holding your head tights as he snaps his hips forward roughly and buries his cock in your mouth again.
You almost squeal as he fucks into your mouth, groaning in pleasure as you suck around him. Praising you for taking him so well, and telling you how pretty you look with his cock in your needy little mouth.
Both Tommy and Carol are struggling against the ties that bind them in the chairs. Shouting against the gags, but Dave doesn’t even pay them any attention. Focusing on you. “That pretty little pussy is wet, isn’t it?” He huffs. “Can’t wait to taste it. To lick you until you squeal my name.”
Looking up at him through your tear stained eyelashes you nod dutifully, a smile stretching across your already stretched out mouth. Before you resume your focus on his cock, bobbing your head to meet the snap of his hips, chasing more of those groans he floods the room with.
“You should have licked her cunt, Tommy.” Dave growls mockingly. “Now I’m going to and she’s going to realize what she’s been missing being with a piece of shit like you.” He smirks, looking over at his wife as she cries. “Can’t believe you put up with that shit. Especially since you know how good my tongue is.”
You pull off him and stroke his length, you’ve drenched the lacy material from sucking his cock alone and feel yourself flood the fabric further as he talks about eating you out. “Dave,” you say with a breathy moan, as you lick the weeping tip of him, “I need you.”
Smirking, he grabs your hand and helps you up, sliding his hand down between your legs possessively. “Fuck, you’re soaked baby girl.” He growls. “Want to see how much wetter I can get you. Gotta undress you first.” The panties are ripped off, pulling a moan out of you and he chuckles when the expensive green top also rips apart in his hands. The chairs are positioned so that the bed is on full display and he pulls you down onto it with him.
“I wanna show him,” you mumble, “I wanna show him how fucking wet I get when I actually want to suck a cock, I want him to see how you could slide right in with no fucking lube.”
“Shit.” Dave slaps your ass and smirks at the two spouses. “Never really thought about fucking her until we found out you two were cheating.” He admits. “So thank you.”
“Can’t say I didn’t think about Dave,” you admit with a shrug as you shuffle towards Tommy, opening your legs and letting him see your glistening cunt.
"I thought about it." He amends, "but I never considered doing it until now. Because I was fucking married."
“Same,” you shrug, “Shame that the people we married didn’t feel the same.” You shift back up and take his face in your hands, “I want you to do whatever you need to me, baby.”
"Fuck, I want you to sit on my face." Dave coos, reaching down to slide a finger through your folds and grins when you shiver. "Show you how a real man eats pussy."
“Yes sir,” you whisper before kissing him, watching as he lays down on his back and as he motions for you to move up. You lower yourself down slowly, hovering a few inches from his face.
“Fuck.” Dave groans, his cock twitching at the sight and he tilts his head back to look at Tommy. “Don’t know how you didn’t dive into this cunt every chance you got.” He huffs before he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his tongue.
“Dave,” you yelp, as he slowly drags his tongue through your folds. Teasing your clit over and over. One of the hands finds purpose in his hair, tangling in his slightly overgrown style as the other grips onto the headboard. Your hips start to rock of their own accord, chasing your high, as a brand new sensation overwhelms you.
He flicks and curls his tongue, showing off for the cheating bastards who are still squirming and huffing through their gags, but also for you. Wanting to make the first time you’ve ever been eaten out memorable for more reasons than just showing up your cheating ex.
You can’t stop panting his name, moaning it over and over as you soak his face. It doesn’t take long until you’re hanging over the edge, seconds from cumming because of another person for the first time in your life. “So close, baby, so close.” You choke out through ragged breaths.
Dave groans, squeezing your hips and encouraging you to cum for him. Eager to taste it and to show your bastard husband that you deserved it.
With a few more flicks of his tongue against your clit, you’re cumming hard, flooding his face with your arousal as he pulls you apart in the most incredible way.
Dave groans and keeps you pressed against him, wanting to have you soak up every bit of your pleasure until you are sobbing his name out loud.
It doesn’t take long until you’re meeting his silent demand, and the yells shimmer down to you whimpering his name. You want to taunt your husband, tell him that’s what it looks like when you cum, but you don’t. You focus on Dave, moving yourself down him slowly and straddling his waist, before leaning back down and whispering the softest ‘thank you’ into his ear.
Smirking slightly, Dave nods. He’s not thinking about Tommy or Carol right now, he’s tuned them out. But he is thinking about you and how fucking wet you are, grinding down on his cock. “Can I fuck you?” He asks, even though you are on top of him.
“Please,” you plead, with a smile. “How do you want me?”
“Do you want to ride me to start out with?” He asks, caressing your hip.
“Can we build up to that?” You say quietly, “You’re huge. It’s going to be a stretch, I’m not used to anything like this.”
“That’s good,” Dave nods, knowing he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Lay down on your side, facing your loving husband.” He smirks, imagining the look on the bastard's face when he slides into you.
“Okay,” you nod, biting back the endearment hanging off the tip of your tongue. You do as he says, looking at your furious husband, feeling a shiver run through. Fearing what he might do once he’s unrestrained.
Dave curls around you, hand sliding up to cup your breast and then down to your thigh. “Don’t worry. He’s not going to touch you.” He promises, whispering in your ear. “I won’t let him lay a finger on you.”
Within seconds of feeling his touch, the fear is replaced with excitement and lust and the need to feel him slip into you. “Fuck me, Dave,” you plead, letting your eyes flicker up to your husband one more time, before letting yourself forget he’s in the room.
He chuckles quietly and lifts your thigh, bringing it back over his hip and opening you up to their view. “I’m going to fuck you. Been thinkin’ about fucking you for weeks. Imagining how tight and hot you’d be.” He kisses along your jaw as he slides closer and shifts to take his cock in his hand.
You let him mold you into the position he wants you, loving the way his hands feel on you. “God, me too. Fuck. Played with my pussy every night dreaming about this.”
The head teases your slit, sliding around and he hums. “Good.” He glances at his crying wife and your angry husband and smirks. “Let me know how it feels, baby.” He orders as he starts to push inside you.
You whimper as he starts to inch into you, the stretch of him feeling delicious. “Feels so good, baby,” you choke out, before placing your hand on top of his and squeezing. “So fucking big.”
“That’s it.” Dave growls, slowly rocking his hips and sinking deeper. “You’re taking it so good, baby. Squeezing my dick like a vice.”
“Fuck,” you moan, as he hits something new inside of you. Something that makes you clamp down hard around him and chant his name like sacred prayer, over and over.
He doesn’t start fucking you like it’s his last day on earth. Not yet anyway. He takes his time. Measured thrusts meant to make you cry out and yet he’s not giving it his all. Changing the pace and force often to keep things stimulated for you and remind Carol what she’s given up.
It’s nothing you’ve ever experienced before, someone chasing their high whilst chasing yours just as hard. With every moan, and flutter he praises you for taking him so well, for soaking his cock and squeezing him so perfectly.
His hands start to wander. Knowing that women love to be worshiped while they are having sex, his hands squeeze and grope adoringly. Forgetting about your audience, he concentrates on the breathless moans and whimpers that come from your throat. Seemingly made more desperate everytime he praises you.
“I think I’m go—,” is all you’re able to get out, before you clamp down around him hard and cum on his cock. Focusing on his sweet praises as you convulse in pleasure, feeling your sheets dampen beneath you as he keeps the same delicious pace throughout your high.
"That's it, fuck that's it, baby girl." Dave moans as he feels you cum all over him. "Soak my cock. Show me how fucking wet your little pussy gets when you cum." He huffs. "You needed this, didn't you? It's been so fucking long since you've really cum, hasn't it?"
“Needed it so bad,” you pant, as you come back down. “Never cum like that before. You want me to ride you now, baby?” You ask, as you pull his hand up to your mouth and gently kiss it.
"Yes." Dave pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, eager to feel you on top of him again. "Ride me, baby girl."
“I love it when you call me baby,” you say, as you straddle his hips and sink down onto him. Taking him inch by inch, until you’re filled with him. Slowly you start to rock your hips, building up to a pace that has him groaning your name. The sound of muffled cries and shouting drowned out both of your pleasure. His thumb finds his clit and he rubs gentle circles into it as you ride him, wanting to feel his cock throb against your tights walls that are fluttering around him.
You don’t bounce on his cock, or slam yourself back. It’s a slow grind that he finds himself grunting every time you circle your hips. He just keeps his eyes on you. Enjoying the way your own close and your head tilts back as you moan.
With every rock of your hips, he notches against paradise. Soft moans slip from your slips, as you chase your high again. Wanting to cum one more time before he does. Needing to feel him as much as you can, for as long as you possibly can.
One hand on your hip, another on your clit, he urges you to cum. “Come on baby, I know you can cum around my cock, again.” He groans, thrusting up into you shallowly. “Want to see it, beautiful.”
You rock your hips a little faster, chasing more friction from this hand on your clit and with a one word command for you to ‘cum’, you’re clamping down around him once more. Pleasure coursing throughout your body as he keeps you from falling forward, and continues to fuck up into you. Praising you for taking him for so well and fitting around him like a glove.
Once you have collapsed into his chest, Dave rolls you over and pushes your legs wider. Grunting as he takes over and his next thrust is hard enough to have you yelling.
“Fuck,” you scream, as he begins a breath stealing pace. “F-fill me up,” you beg, as he pounds in and out of you.
There’s renewed struggling and muffled screaming. Tommy most likely when he hears the plea for Dave to fill you up, but he doesn’t give a shit. Focusing on you and his own mounting pleasure as he fucks you hard and fast.
The sounds that are coming from you are unrecognizable. Brand new. Noises of pure unfiltered pleasure drowning out everything else. “Please,” you choke out, the word pained as another orgasm threatens to devastate your exhausted body. “Please, Dave.”
“Gonna- gonna cum.” He growls, clenching his jaw to push another few thrusts out of his body that screams for release. He knows you’re close again. He can feel it. Needs to see you do it again for his own selfish pride.
With little to no warning, he pulls you back over that edge with him. His thrusts sloppy as you clamp down hard around him, practically screaming his name as you milk him dry of his cum. He grits out a little praise in your ear, before groaning your name and wrapping his arms around you as you sink deeper into the mattress. 
Dave groans at the first piercing sound of his name, giving in and pushing deep as he starts to cum. Tightening his hold on you as he groans your name. Rolling his hips as he fills you.
“You feel so good,” you whimper as he paints your walls. You don’t want it to end, you want him to stay buried inside your desperate cunt forever. You can’t pretend that the past few weeks you haven’t been falling for him, and now being wrapped in his arms, you’re well and truly screwed. Literally.
“So good, baby. Fuck, that’s a tight little cunt.” He coos. “Never would have gone anywhere else if I had you in my bed.” It’s a shot at your husband, but it’s also true. He pulls back and presses his lips to yours before looking back at the cheaters still tied to their chairs. “We’re divorcing you both.” He announces.
“And you’ve already signed the papers,” you say with a smile, before immediately looking back at Dave. “Tommy gave me the idea. You were going to hand me an amended version of the prenup right? And this “dumb dutiful wife” was going to sign it without even glancing it over.”
Dave smirks when he sees Tommy’s eyes widen and his face drops. Discovering that his plot has been discovered. “Oops.” He hums sarcastically.
You giggle, before gently turning Dave’s face back towards yours and kissing him as hard as you can, a kiss that speaks a thousand words without saying any. “Thank you,” you murmur against his lips, knowing it’s time to face the music.
“Of course.” Dave sees the uncertainty and anxiety cross your face. He can tell you are scared of what might happen now that this is done. Pulling out if you gently, he sits up and looks towards the cheaters. “All your shit had been moved out of our houses to a storage unit. We’ll leave the keys, but you, especially you, Tommy-“ he growls, pointing his finger at the man. “Are not to come back tonight. Carol, you can come by and see the girls tomorrow. But you two enjoy the rooms.” He stands. “After we are dressed, I’ll untie you, Carol and you can untie Tommy after we’ve left.”
“You have no reason to come back to my house,” you say to Tommy, with a new found courage. “That’s why we drove your car. Don’t come back. I’ll see you in court with the video evidence of your cheating and your plans to fraudulently amend our prenuptial agreement.”
Dave ignores them as the two of you clean up and redress. Not even sparing them a glance. It feels freeing, setting out the papers and dropping the keys into a table before he smirks at you.
“Still ok to get a ride home?” You ask quietly, before he goes to untie Carol.
“Of course it’s okay, baby.” Dave stops and nods, giving you an encouraging smile before he moves back towards Carol.
You collect both yours and Dave’s things as he unties Carol, staying back just in case she decides to lunge at you. “Enjoy sleeping here tonight,” you say to Tommy, “This room will be the last thing I ever spend my money on you on. Sorry about the soaked sheets.” You add with a smirk.
Dave pulls off the gag and Carol sucks in a lungful of air. “Dave- Dave please, it’s not- I’m so sorry.” She sobs, leaping up out of the chair. “It was- God, I shouldn’t have done this.”
You see her leap towards Dave, and take another step back. “But you did,” you say quietly, “Both of you did this! For almost a year and the shit you said about us both, was worse than the fact you were fucking. You don’t deserve him and Tommy doesn’t deserve me.”
“I’m sorry Dave, I’m so sorry.” She reaches for him but he pulls back. 
“Don’t.” He warns her. “The day I found out you were fucking him was the day I was done with you.”
“Same with you,” you say to Tommy. “I mean it when I say that you’re not welcome in my home again.” Turning to face Dave, you reach your hand out for him to take, “You ready?”
“I’m ready,” he assures you, taking your hand and looking back at the other two people with a look of utter disdain for them plastered on his face. “I hope you two are happy together.”
You lead him out of the room. Hand tightly gripping his as you make your way to the elevators, and pressing the button. Wordlessly you turn to face him and rock up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his.
He’s surprised by the kiss but he doesn’t push you away. Instead, he’s wrapping his arms around you and leaning into it. Enjoying the fact that you aren’t crying like he had expected.
“I’m going to feel you for days,” you say against his lips, before pulling him for another kiss. Stepping into the thankfully empty elevator still attached to him, wanting to extend the moment for as long as you can.
“Do you-“ he pulls away and frowns. “The girls are at a sleepover and I told Kayla’s mom that Carol isn’t to pick them up. Do you want me to crash on your sofa? Make sure Tommy doesn’t decide to show up tonight?”
“Honestly, I was hoping you’d sleep in my bed,” you admit quietly, “But you don’t have to… if you’d prefer to crash on the sofa, you can.” 
“I wasn’t going to assume anything.” Dave chuckles quietly, reaching up and rubbing your back. “If you want me to be in your bed, I’ll sleep there.”
“I want you in my bed,” you say with a smile, “How are you feeling?”
“Indifferent.” He admits. “I’m angry for the girls, but I’m completely over Carol. Just cut the infection out and move on.” Maybe not the healthiest way to deal with things, but he managed. “How are you feeling?”
“Kids are super resilient and we both know that they love their Daddy, they’ll be okay.” You say with a squeeze of his hand, “I’m really good, great actually.”
“A good fucking will do that.” He teases, smirking at you slightly. “What are your plans for tomorrow night?” He asks suddenly.
“Yeah, I-uh-I could get used to that,” you mumble, “I’m free. How about you?”
“Well, considering I’m free and you’re free…” Dave shrugs slightly. “Thought I might take you out on a date. If you wanted. If not, I get it.”
“Sounds perfect,” you say with the biggest smile you’ve managed for weeks, “Do I get to wear something pretty?”
“Where whatever you want. Figured we’d go somewhere fancy to celebrate being free of them and decide what we want to do.” Dave hums.
“I like that, nice and breezy.” You say as he slips an arm around you as you make your way towards his car.
“To new beginnings, baby.” Dave jostles you slightly with a grin. “It’ll be ironic if we get together and are happy while they are miserable and don’t last a year.” He pulls his arm from around you and opens the door on the passenger side for you. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
“We will. Now that you and that incredible cock have completely ruined other men for me, I'm excited to see where it goes.” You giggle before thanking him for opening the door, “Thank you. To new beginnings.” You say as you smash your lips up against his.
Dave grins. Yes, your ex and his might have hurt you, but you are going to end up winning. He’ll make sure of it.
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[A year later]
Life comes at you quickly. Your first date with Dave quickly became a 3rd, 4th and so on. The girls adapted quickly with their new changes and before you knew it, you were practically living with them.
He asked you to put your house up for sale and move in with him two months after your first date and a year on, life is perfect.
The sight of Dave napping comfortably on the sofa with your newborn son sleeping on his chest fills your heart. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and so much more. 
It turns out that your ex-husband having an affair would be the best thing that ever happened to you.
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f1goat · 5 months
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his teammate + lando norris x part thirteen
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In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.
lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut
masterlist - playlist
“I really need to get some air,” you say to Lando and Layla, “I uh, I will see you later.”
Before either of them can react you’re already walking away. You almost run through the crowd from the night club to get outside. You need air. Fresh air. You know that you don’t have all the information, but at this moment it’s enough for you. Lando ignored your messages, made no effort to find you tonight and all because he’s talking with an ex. Maybe not an ex girlfriend, but at least some girl he used to fuck regularly. 
When you’re finally outside you’re quick to find a bench on the street. You take place on it and let out a big sigh. In what sort of mess have you gotten yourself? You pull out your phone and notice that it’s filling up with notifications from Lando. Multiple messages are coming in. You already feel drenched, but still you start to read them. 
Lando: babygirl where did you go to?
Lando: she doesn’t mean anything
Lando: tell me where you are so I can explain
Lando: babygirl?
You don’t reply to his messages. You need time to think about everything that happened. What does Lando mean with his text? She doesn’t mean anything. What is that saying? You feel yourself getting panicked. What if Pierre is right? Could it be that Lando is still sleeping around? You don’t want to think about it, you know you should trust Lando and you really try to do so. But he’s making it so hard for you tonight.
You think back about last weeks. He never gave you a reason to distrust him. Not once. Then why are you this quick to run away from him? Maybe it’s because you haven’t talked about everything that happened between him and Maisie yet. You should talk about everything she has said when you spoke her. Lando needs to tell you what’s true and what isn’t. 
When a girl takes a seat next to you on the bench, you don’t even realize it at first. 
“I told Lando that you’d probably rather hear it from me right now,” the girl says suddenly. When you look at her you realize that it’s Layla. Without the people around her and the colored lights from the club, you notice how beautiful she is. “Since it looked bad,” she continues to speak, “and Lando is drunk and will probably make things even worse right now.”
Make things worse? What can he make worse? Your mind shifts to the worst case scenario’s. 
“What do you mean?” You ask Layla.
“Lando wasn’t flirting with me, he didn’t want to take me back to his hotel or anything like that,” she tells you, “and I can promise you that he’s a total different person then when I saw him last time. A year ago.”
“He wasn’t?” You ask.
Layla simply nods. “He was apologizing.”
“Apologizing?” You ask even more confused.
“I know this sounds weird,” Layla tells you with a soft laugh, “but he has gotten it into his head to apologize to every girl he has hurt. Apparently one of his exes showed up in his drivers room and acted all crazy? He’s trying to protect you from that I guess.”
“Promise?” You ask her, “It was really that?”
She simply nods and takes your pink to intertwine it with hers. “Pinky promise,” she says. 
After that you take your time to talk with her. Layla tells you about her and Lando. She had sex with him a couple times - “He didn’t even take his time with me, I never came” - and was around him for a bit of fame now that she was honest about it. Lando always told her that it would be a just sex thing with no strings, which she agreed onto. Last formula one season was the last time she saw him. He didn’t plan to meet her here tonight, but they walked into each other. 
“I swear I didn’t believe him when he told me he was dating somebody,” Layla tells you laughingly, “but then he started to apologize for how he treated me and everything. I haven’t spoken that long with him, but he actually seems like a whole different person.”
You show her a small smile. 
“You did a good job with him,” Layla tells you, “I always knew there was more to him then this player bad boy type. You brought the real him back.”
“He did it himself,” you tell her shyly, “I didn’t do anything.”
“He did it for you,” Layla interrupts you, “I know you didn’t tell him to change and deserve you, but he decided that he wanted you and that he needed the best version of himself to get you. You’re a lucky girl.”
Before you can respond to Layla the boy you’re busy talking about shows up himself. Lando is quietly standing in front of Layla and you. He looks at you. He looks nervous. 
“This is my sign to go,” Layla speaks up while she stands up from the bench, “It was nice meeting you y/n and Lando thanks for the apologies. Everything is forgiven.” With those words she walks away, leaving Lando and you alone.
“I overreacted,” you confess to Lando, “I’m sorry Lan, I shouldn’t have thought like that without asking you first.”
“And I should have reacted to your texts and found you before her,” Lando tells you, he takes a place next to you on the bench. He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you close to himself. “I was so surprised to see her that I forgot about the rest,” Lando adds, “and maybe I should have introduced you different to her.”
“Can you take me back to the hotel?” You ask Lando.
“I can’t drive, but I can fix us a cab,” Lando jokes before pulling out his phone.
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The following two weeks are hard on you. Lando is busy with simulator work and apologizing to every girl he can find. That means your Instagram is full with photos from Lando and those girls. Every time you open Instagram some gossip account has posted a new photo from Lando with another girl. You’re constantly reminded of how beautiful the girls all are. They are always influencers with a lot of followers, models or strangers who still look like they should be a model. You trust Lando, but you’re missing your time with him. 
And you’re having a hard time with the fact that it’s still not official between the two of you.
Y/N: when are you back?
Lando: patience babygirl
Lando: I’ll be back in your arms in no time ;)
Y/N: what’s no time?
Lando: depends how tomorrow will go
Y/N: i miss you
Lando: i miss you too
Messages like that are almost getting too familiar to you. Sometimes you wonder if you can actually do this. You thought it would be easier. Sleepless nights are nothing new for you lately, you can already guess that tonight will be another one. Hours you’re spending awake while doubting everything. Is it supposed to be like this when you’re not even officially in a relationship?
You let out a sigh. For the tenth time you turn yourself around in bed. You miss Lando his presence next to you right now. It would be much better if he was laying here with you. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just him being here - next to you - would solve everything right now. You scroll on your Instagram. Of course the first thing you see is a new picture from Lando with a girl. Why did he decide to apologize to everyone? You can’t stand the idea anymore. Mainly because there are so many girls.
Slowly you feel your cheeks getting wet. You didn’t even realize you were crying. A couple tears roll down on your cheeks. Before you know it, you’re sobbing as well. Fuck what a mess. It’s not like there’s anything wrong between you and Lando. There’s no fight or anything like that. You just miss him and you have the feeling you have so much to talk about with him. And all those girls he’s with aren’t helping. You know he means well by apologizing to them, but you’re done with it.
You hear a soft knock on your door. It’s probably Max. He has been worried about you the last days. Of course he knew before you even realized yourself that you weren’t great at the moment. You wipe away some tears and try to look a bit more positive before answering.
“Come in,” you say.
When the door opens you’re taken aback by surprise. It makes you only cry harder. You have no idea if those tears are from happiness or sadness anymore. 
“Babygirl?”
Lando rushes inside your room when he sees your state. He is fast to close the door and kick off his shoes, before he sits down on the bed next to you. Without saying anything he takes you into his arms. Softly he caresses your back. He presses soft kisses against your face. He can taste the saltiness of your tears. It hurts him to find you like this. He expected the opposite. He thought you would be happy when he entered your room after barely seeing each other lately. But it seemed like he only made you cry (harder?). 
“What’s wrong baby?” Lando asks you softly. 
You don’t react at first. You try to, but you can’t get a normal word out. The only sounds leaving your mouth are sobs at the moment. 
“Take your time,” Lando tells you. He presses another kiss against your head. This time at your forehead. He presses you against his chest. 
“We.. we,” you try to say, but again it’s mostly sobs, “we uh, we really need to t.. talk.”
“Talk?” Lando asks you confused. This is something he really didn’t expect. The words sound bad. Why do you really need to talk with him? Is there something wrong? He knows he wasn’t around as much the last two weeks, but he tried to make amends with multiple exes and was busy with simulator work. “About what?” He asks further.
“Everything,” you cry out.
Lando starts to feel nervous. This sounds bad. You try to calm yourself so you can properly tell Lando what’s on your mind. In the mean time you notice Lando his confused - and nervous, looks. Fuck, this isn’t what you wanted.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” you tell Lando honestly, “I missed you like cray and all I see are pictures from you with exes. I know you’re apologizing, but I don’t want to see all those pictures every time.”
“I’m doing this for you babygirl,” Lando states, “What if there’s one who’s crazier then Maisie? What if they will search you out? And it’s helping me to better myself. Otherwise I never deserve you.”
Those words make you cry again. 
“Stop,” you sob, “stop bettering yourself for me.”
Lando looks confused at you. 
“You’re more then enough,” you tell him, “and I need you to realize that.”
“I’m more then enough but when I try to surprise you I find you crying about me,” Lando mutters, “Then I’m doing something wrong. This can’t be more then enough.”
“It’s,” you try to explain yourself but you can’t find the right words. “Fuck,” you mutter, “I don’t know how to explain.”
“Explain what?”
“How I’m feeling,” you sigh. 
“Fuck this is what I meant,” Lando says, he raises his voice a bit. “Look at what I caused,” he continues, “you’re a crying mess because of me.” After saying those words he stands up. He walks away from your bed. “I know what you’re feeling,” Lando sighs, “and you don’t have to say it or explain it. I understand. I’ll leave you alone from now on.”
After hearing those words you’re quick to stand up as well. Before Lando can take another step, you grab his arm. “Stop,” you tell him, “Stay here. I don’t want any of that. I’ll try to explain myself, but please stop thinking so negative about yourself.”
“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused.
“You Lando, I still want you and that won’t change anytime soon. I want to know why we aren’t official yet. I don’t want to miss you as much as I did last weeks. And I really want you to stop fixing things with all those girls. I really can’t stand all those pictures.”
Together you sit down on your bed again. 
“We aren’t official yet because I didn’t dare to ask you before I fixed everything about myself,” Lando confesses, “There are girls who will hate you for being with me because of what I did to them. Every fan will think that I use you. And I can’t offer you everything you deserve, like a nice family in law.”
“I don’t care about all that,” you tell Lando.
“After Max found out about us I asked him permission to make it official,” Lando confesses, “and now I’m doing some sort of shit tour to fix problems from my past. After that I was going to ask you. I have planned it out already.”
“Stop planning it and start doing it,” you state, “I don’t want any grand gesture, I just want you Lan.”
“You want to be my girlfriend?” Lando asks confused, “Even when everyone will have an opinion about us?”
“I thought you didn’t care about opinions,” you say confused.
“I don’t, but I do care about you getting hate reactions because you’re dating me.”
“I don’t care about that,” you sigh.
“I still won’t ask you,” Lando states. You can’t help it and let out another soft sob. “I have planned something great for tomorrow, then I’ll ask you,” Lando continues. 
“Promise?” You ask Lando hopefully.
“Promise.”
The rest of the night you spend in your bed with Lando. The two of you talk about everything that happened lately. Lando told you about all the conversations he had with exes. The one would forgive him on the spot, others would still hate him. You told him multiple times that he could stop with his apology tour. “I’m glad,” he said eventually, “because some of those used me even more then I used them.” You told him about everything that was upsetting you. Finally you talked about everything that happened with Maisie. Lando could confirm to you that almost everything she told you were lies. You’ve told Lando multiple times that he deserves you. Things finally felt alright again. That night you slept like a baby. You were finally back in Lando his arms.
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The following day Lando kept his promise. He took you out on an amazing date - in public. The two of you spend some time walking through the streets of Monaco before he took you with him to a luxurious restaurant. It was located on a small boat. You have never eaten that well somewhere. After that you walked back to Lando his apartment, which he transferred into a romantic place. 
There were candles everywhere and he even sprinkled around some rose petals on the floor. There was a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you as well, together with a small teddy bear who was wearing a mini LN4 shirt. The cutest teddy bear you have ever seen. 
Then Lando finally asked you the question you had been waiting for. Of course you didn’t even let him finish and said yes. It’s finally official. The same night he posted multiple pictures from you two on his socials. Captioned with ‘still don't know how I pulled this off, but so fucking glad i did'. It was his first own Instagram post in years.
You have never been happier.
The following race week Lando made sure that everyone who didn’t knew already that you were his would know by now. After finally getting his deserved first place, you were the first one he searched for. He ignored Christian and ran right up to you. You don’t know how many people watch the race, but every single one of them saw Lando running up to you to kiss you.
that was it everyone! thank y'all so much for all the interactions <3 next story will be out soon!
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sturniololoco · 2 months
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Shy
Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4
Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets
SLS x Nathan Doe
Warnings: kissing, language, etc. Pure fluff!
SLS/N's POV
I woke up in Matt's bed, alone, unlike last night when I fell asleep with him watching a movie. I fell asleep in a pair of Chris's boxers and one of Nick's hoodies, looking like a train wreck. I throw my hair in a messy bun and then check the time.
11:15 am. Damn, I slept in.
Yawing, I quickly stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I heard my brother's voices coming from the couch as I walked in.
Only it wasn't just my brothers.
Sitting on the couch were Nick, Matt, Chris, and Nathan, who I completely forgot flew in from Boston this morning. He gave me a small smile as I met his eye.
They all turned and stared at me. I immediately felt my face turn red as I looked down at my feet awkwardly.
"Oh good! Sleepy head his up." Nick said. I gave a fake little laugh as I backed out of the room, mumbling something about getting ready. Once I rounded the corner, I sprinted to my room.
I cannot believe I just walked into a room with Nathan Doe, looking like absolute shit.
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I changed into some cargo jeans and a crew neck, I also curled my hair and added some light makeup to my face. I was desperately trying to revive my first interaction with Nate.
I walked downstairs again, trying a new technique, rather than boxers and a baggy sweatshirt.
When I got downstairs, everyone was still on the couch, but now they had bagels. I grabbed one and sat next to Chris, who just so happened to be a couch cushion away from Nate.
"Well didn't someone dress up all fancy? Big difference compared to Matty's boxers." Chris said, nudging me in my side. I punched him lightly in the shoulder, giggling as my face turned red again. Nate laughed with us, meeting my eye again.
"So, what should we do today?" Nick asked the group, all of us finishing the last of our bagels.
"Top Golf?" Matt suggested. We all nodded in agreement.
"Sounds good to me!" Nate said cheerfully. He stood up to throw his plate away, but as he passed me, he said,
"Lemme get that for you." As he took my plate for me. I smiled at him for a split second before looking away and mumbling thanks, my cheeks feeling hot.
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As the smallest, I usually sit in the middle back whenever we have company riding in the car with us. Only this time, I was squished between Nick and Nate, our legs constantly touching.
I felt the butterflies rise in my stomach with every little movement, my heartbeat quickening its pace.
But we soon arrived at top golf, our legs separating as we got out of the car.
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About halfway through a basket of donut holes later, it was my turn to swing again. I placed my ball on the T and swung, barely missing the little red one. My brothers have always been better at gold than me.
"Oh, that was so close SLS/n! But here, try more like this next time." Nate said, walking towards me.
He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my hands and helping me swing. He was talking, but I wasn't comprehending. The only thing I could think of was how close we were.
"...Got it, SLS/N?" Nate finished.
"I-Um... yeah, thanks," I said, quickly averting my eyes from his perfect smile. He stayed up at a matt since it was his turn, while I bolted to sit next to Nick. I could feel the heat all over my face.
"Someone blushing again," Nick said, nudging my shoulder. I gave him a Please don't say a word look and he just chuckled and then stood up, going to take his turn. But to my surprise, his seat was filled by Nate moments later.
And the cycle continued.
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It was late. 1:04 am to be exact.
Everyone came home exhausted from our day of fun, showered, and then hit the hay. Except for me.
I woke up thirsty, so I walked down to the kitchen, turned on the overhead lights, then filled a cup with water.
As I was taking small sips of my water and scrolling through my notifications on my phone, I saw someone's hands being placed on the counter on both sides of me.
I quickly spun around, almost spilling my water and dropping my phone in the process, and came face to face with Nate.
I let out a breathy laugh, saying,
"Holy shit, you scared the fuck outta me!" He laughed lightly, giving me a lazy smile, his arms still on either side of me, trapping me.
Butterflies.
Our noses were only centimeters apart, and Nate was only leaning in closer.
God, I hope I don't have morning breath, I thought as he gently laid his lips against mine. He smelled amazing and tasted even better.
After a couple of seconds, he started to move his lips along mine, deepening the kiss. Just when I was starting to get the hang of it, he pulled away.
My face got hot and turned beet red as I rested my forehead on his chest, hiding my face.
"No, no, none of that. Don't get all shy on me baby." he said, laughing lightly as he used his index finger and thumb to lift my chin. I looked into his eyes, and just as I thought he was about to kiss me again, he backed up, moving his arms.
"You should go back to bed, you need rest." He then reached behind me and grabbed my water glass, taking a sip, and then handed it to me. I took it, staring at him dumbfounded as he walked back to Chris’s room.
Shortly after, I did the same. But as soon as I laid down, my phone buzzed.
It was a text from Nick.
I fucking knew it.
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Pt. 2????????
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jonghoslvt · 6 months
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Sexual delivery!
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You thought the perfect way to lose your virginity was by ordering someone off an app to fuck you.
In which, Yunho works for an Uber-like app where people order his sexual services, you are his next customer. (Saw this plot in animation form so if you know, you know.) ~
Note; there will be no unprotected sex here!
It seemed like everyone was losing their virginity these days, everyone but you. Most people losing it to someone they want to spend the rest of their lives with, and others losing it to complete strangers. You had a high sex drive which- if you think about it started bothering you after you’d had your first kiss back at your high school graduation-yeah graduation, while most people have had their first kiss much younger than that, you were a little late to the party. Hiding under your blanket fortress, you gripped your phone, brightness turned up, underwear down to your knees. Having a high sex drive but no one to do it with meant that you were constantly feeling the need to masturbate, always needing some sort of stimulation to get you through the day. Sometimes you’d got months without doing it, but ever since your job was stupidly closing for the holidays (which you thought was ridiculous as the holidays are known to bring in a lot of money.) you’ve been alone and needy since there was no work to be done, nothing that could distract you. During your little fun a stupid ad had popped up on your screen, typical considering porn sites spare no mercy when it came to interrupting your activity. Groaning you were about to close it but upon further inspection it actually peaked your curiosity. So much so that you ended up clicking on it, the link taking you to the App store where a flashy app popped up, encouraging you to install it.
“Are you tired of being alone?”
“Have you ever just wanted to have sex without having to go outside? Tired of having to go through the talking stage and giving stage just so you can get laid? Well this is the perfect app for you.”
“Now introducing sexual delivery! Think of this like Uber, but for sex! Yes we are licensed, and yes we have had thousands of satisfied customers. Don’t believe us? Please thoroughly read our reviews, plus our terms and conditions. We even have an FAQ! So what are you waiting for? Get laid today!”
You narrowed your eyes and scoffed, they couldn’t be serious right? How is this real? Why is it real? Isn’t it risky? So many thoughts, but no answers so with some hesitation you eventually scroll down to their FAQs. You read that in order to use the app you must be 21+ with a valid drivers license and birth certificate which you will be asked to show when the person you have ordered services from arrives. It will also ask you to take a photo of yourself and your ID/drivers license. Did you end up downloading it? Yes, yes you did. Truth be told you were curious to see how it could go, and if all is good you’d get some good sex out of it, which you desperately needed to scratch an itch.
Upon entering the app, and signing up, there were tons and tons of different people you could buy services from with details of their sexual history and things they knew how to do best. You just decided to filter out some things and see who peaked your interest the most. The first person to pop up was a guy named Yunho, he had about 10 reviews and his description let you know that he was exactly your type. You went for him and entered your card details, it was pricey but since you weren’t the type to just go outside and interact with others you figured it was worth it. When the words “order confirmed” popped up, reality set in. Panic sort of coursing through your body and after a few moments your phone vibrated, the notification saying “your delivery boy is on the way”
Instantly you sat up, pacing back and forth in your room “ah fuck what should I do? Should I shower? Should I do my makeup?” You talked to yourself, ultimately deciding to hop in the shower for a quick one. You washed every crevice of yourself, applying a good smelling lotion to be considerate of his nose. You decided to remain barefaced as you were just going to see this guy once in your lifetime and it seemed like a waste of time considering he was already around the corner. For the time being you sat on your bed, tapping your foot on the floor messing with the ends of your hair. While in your own head space the bell rang, if you were honest at first it had scared the life out of you. Quickly reaching for your ID and other things to show before answering on the intercom “who is it?”
“Yunho, I’m here for your special delivery.” He said, taking his helmet off of his head. Your apartment had cameras and you had installed one for the front door so that you didn’t have to risk looking through the peep hole and getting a limited view. You quickly opened the door and he greeted you, stone faced “im sorry about the bike, I can keep it out there but I’ll have to bring in my bag. Do you mind if I see your ID? I know I’m supposed to look at your Birth certificate too but I feel like that would be overkill.”
“Ah y-you can keep it in here I don’t mind.” You help him move his bike a little further in and then show him your ID and birth certificate. He inspects it for awhile before giving it back. The both of you are now standing at the front door, it’s silent and awkward. “On the app it said you wanted to do it here at the front door, so should we get started? If so just get into a position that makes you most comfortable.” He’s professional, placing his bag on the floor and opening it, inside were toys, he stated that they were new as he recently received them from the company and won’t be reusing either of them whenever he’s requested by a customer, you know it’s true because every single one of them is still in its unopened original packaging. When he asked you to get into a position that’s when your brain short circuited, you’ve watched a lot of videos and every position seemed like it felt good so you didn’t know what to choose. “Um, I’m sorry I’m not good at this, can you just pick a position you think will feel good?” He nods and pulls you close and it makes you blush, you’d never been this close to a guy in this sort of situation. “I think you’ll like it if we do it from behind.” He places you on your stomach and pulls your underwear down, due to the fact that you were previously doing a certain activity you were already wet. “My dick curves upward so I should be able to find your spot. Do you want me to use any toys to prep you or will my fingers be fine?”
“I think your fingers..will be fine.” Your sweating a bit, heart pounding, mind racing.
Yunho rubs circles on your clit, you could feel his stomach against your back as his free hand is touching the floor to keep him up. You could feel him breathing on your neck and it makes your spine tingle. He slips a finger and begins stretching you. The feeling is weird at first, no one had ever done this to you so while it did feel uncomfortable for a moment it eventually started to feel good. Yunho did his best to communicate and make sure that you were feeling nice and that he wasn’t hurting you, it was sweet and considerate since from what you heard from some of your friends, not every dude really cared about the person they are sleeping with. “This is probably very forward but I’m curious, is this your first time? You seem a bit tense and unsure of what you want.”
“It is..but please don’t let that push you away, I really need this.”
“As long as you’re sure this is what you really want I won’t stop, but please tell me if you don’t want this anymore at any point.” You nod, trying not to be so awkward, he was nice but it was so difficult since you are in an exposed and vulnerable position right now. From behind you hear yunho unzip his pants as he pulls them down to his ankles along with his underwear, you peak just a bit and see that he’s huge, and you weren’t even exaggerating. You always thought that men with dicks that big didn’t exist because it always seemed impossible and you weren’t going to lie but it was a little bit scary. Not to mention that he’s not very talkative, and his face has remained still the entire time he’s arrived. You hear a condom wrapper being ripped as he puts it on and positions the tip at your entrance. “Im going to put it in, please tell me if it hurts, I’m going to go slow.” He slowly enters and the stretch stings, it’s uncomfortable and kind of makes you squirm but eventually he’s all the way in. “Are you in any pain?”
“It stings a bit, can you wait for a moment before moving?” He nods, the two of you wait for about two minutes and the stinging goes away. “You stopped clenching me as hard, should I move?”
“Yes, but please don’t be rough.” Yunho starts moving, his hands gripping your waist to keep himself balanced. For the first few thrusts you’ll admit it didn’t really feel like anything but then he slams into you, brushing against a spot that has your toes curling. “Ah-“
“Good, I found it I was worried at first because you weren’t really responding to any movement.” Yunho keeps that pace constantly hitting the place that has you feeling ecstatic, all you hear from him are soft sighs feeling him twitch inside you. Looking back and seeing that his eyes are closed as he works your wet cunt. All you wanted to do was hear him moan, but he wouldn’t and that made you determined, super determined to make him do it. After awhile of letting him do the work, you asked him to stop and at first he seemed a bit clueless but you pushed him down on his back and sit on his lap. “I want to ride you,” he blushes and holds your thighs in place “try not to go too hard or I’ll end up coming too early.” Right as if you’d actually listen to that, it was your mission to make him to make him moan and if that meant him finishing before you then that would work. You’ve came from a guys moan alone so direct stimulation wasn’t fully needed, but it felt good.
Positioning the tip at your entrance you slowly push down until he’s filling you up once again. You started to move, looking directly in his eyes it really seemed as if he was trying very hard not to make any noise, couldn’t say the same for you though. The position you were in felt so good you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. Suddenly yunho sat up and covered your mouth you’re surprised, staring at him in confusion. That’s when you doorbell rang “delivery!” Your heart started to race, it felt like it would burst right out of your chest. You’d completely forgotten that something you ordered on Amazon would be out for delivery today and the package was supposed to be directly handed to you as stated on the app. You expected yunho to stop but he kept thrusting, the possibility that the delivery man could hear you was enough to send you over the edge. It seemed like he knew that you would enjoy it too.
He’s sweating because of nerves, his face showing signs of concern, like he’s holding something back. Meanwhile the bell continues to ring as the delivery man announces his presence constantly. It seems like he knew that you-or somebody was home because he wouldn’t let up. After awhile you hear footsteps fade and assumed he was gone, so did yunho. He removed his hand from your mouth and bites his lip.
“I’m close. Can you..squeeze my nipples?…i like that.” Yunho listens to your words, lifting your shirt up and starts to squeeze them. By now yunhos thrusts are getting sloppier and that’s when you hear a moan from him. Your cheeks burn up and you feel your orgasm crash down on you and the feeling of the condom filling. It takes a moment for the both of you to catch your breath “did..you come too?”
“Yes, thank you for requesting me I hope I was able to…scratch an itch of yours.” You pull off him and slip your clothes back on, exhausted and tired. Yunho cleans up the area and just as he’s about to leave he looks back at you. “Ah-if you ever want to do this again,” he gives you a small paper that has his number on it and smiles a little, the first one you’ve ever seen from him.
“Call me.”
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say something pt 1.
summary: although playing for the same club, pedri and y/n cannot stand the thought of being around each other. enemies to lovers for all my girlies out there - i got u
a/n: not proofread and all in english + more installments coming soon!!
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"I told you I can't go out." Salma hadn't stopped bothering me about some party with the men's team. I had so much school to catch up on.
"Come on don't be a party pooper. You study every night and train every day." I spun my chair to face my laptop. "Seriously Y/N, it's only one night." Rolling my eyes, I continued writing my paper.
I had been at university for the past year or so, while simultaneously playing football. For Barcelona. I know, pinch me moment. But I was so determined to graduate high school, and get a degree. I wasn't going to let anything stop me.
Even if it was my dream profession.
The coaches and staff at Barcelona were very understanding, however they weren't too happy when I had to leave training early for lectures.
But I guess I make up for it, I'm the league's top goal scorer, currently on 21 in 9 games. A feat slightly unbelievable to my lecturers and classmates - they think it's insane that someone 'famous' would even bother with university, but I love journalism. Something about writing is so me. Especially topics that I love.
"Don't be a bum Y/N." Truth is, I really wanted to go, but I had already agreed to help one of my classmates with some work.
"I'm supposed to be studying with Alex." Salma instantly spun me around. "The hot one?" I didn't respond.
Alex and I had our fair share of flirty kisses and almost intimate moments, with Salma being our first and only 'fan'. Seriously her words not mine.
"Well bring him then. You two should loosen up. Literally everyone will be bringing a plus one." Now that would actually be a good idea, but he seemed like he really needed my help, and lucky for me, he didn't want to bother me so it would all be through facetime. I could study in the comfort of my bed, in my pyjamas.
"Sorry Sal, you have fun but I'm staying back." She scoffed, this happened a lot, she'd invite me, I'd reject, and then say, "You look really hot though."
"Wait so what did you write about?" I would be lying if I said this wasn't awkward. We had hooked up a few times, and yet each time we spoke to each other it was just as awkward as the last. The term 'friends with benefits' was definitely not applicable to us.
"Umm, mine's just about some of my teammates. You know, sports injuries and that sort of stuff." He smiled when I spoke.
"It's so cool knowing you." Awkward silence soon followed. "Hey uh, I'd really like to take you out. To dinner maybe? You know, when you're not busy being a professional and all that." Well I can't really reject the guy who's made me orgasm multiple times.
"Yeah sure. I'm sure we could go out after class one day." Yeah I was not going to go out with him.
After a few hours of studying with Alex I got a call from Salma. "Hey Alex, I'm getting a call, I'll message you later." Hanging up our facetime, answered Salma's call.
"How's hot boy? Have you fucked yet." She was slurring her words. Definitely off her face drunk. "Hey is this Y/N?" I replied to the voice, one of a man's. "Listen we need you to come pick Salma up, she's drunk." The boy on the other side of the phone said it almost annoyed.
"Who is this?" Immediately he replied, "Pedri. Now can you hurry? I'm sending over the address." The notification popped up on my phone, she was at a club downtown.
"I can't." Pedri didn't speak. I knew him from our minimal media interactions, but other than that, he had a reputation as a dickhead fuck boy. "What do you mean you can't?" Because I was so preoccupied with school and work, I never had the time to get my license.
"I can't drive, I don't have a license." I could almost hear him roll his eyes.
"Are you serious? How do you expect her to get home?" He was clearly pissed off. "Maybe be a gentleman and drive her home?" He groaned, obviously unwilling to do so.
"Don't put her in a cab. Drive her home, here I'm sending you the address." As soon as he received my message through Sal's phone he hung up. What a dickhead.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard loud banging at my door. Rushing over, Salma practically fell in my arms. "Y/N you won't believe the night I had." She needed to sleep, we needed to be at training by 6 tomorrow for fitness testing. I have no idea why she'd pick tonight as the time to get wasted.
"Thank you Pedri, I'll see you tomorrow." As I went to shut the door, he stuck his foot in, pushing the door wide.
"So I leave a party with beautiful women to drop your lightweight friend off, and you don't even offer me a glass of water?" His tone was condescending, as he followed me through our apartment.
"Yeah well, sorry for ruining your night." As I helped Salma into her bed, he leaned on her doorframe. "You know usually when I take a girl home it doesn't end like this." He smiled, that kind of dickhead-fuckboy smile. I didn't respond, walking under his arm as I made my way to the front door. I opened my wallet and handed him €10. "For the petrol, now please leave." I pushed the money against his chest as he scoffed. "I don't need your money." He looked me up and down. "See you later Y/N."
Salma and I successfully made our way to the Barcelona grounds, a round of water and plenty of bread slowly sobered her up.
"So how was your date with sexy classmate." I smacked her lightly. "Awkward as fuck. You'd think that someone who's seen me naked plenty of times would know how to talk to me, but I guess not." We walked past the front desk. "Morning. And it wasn't a date, just a study session."
Making our way to the changerooms, I made eye contact with a certain somebody. That certain somebody came over to us. "What do you want?" He looked at me puzzled, in a dismissive way. "Oh I'm not here to talk to you." He diverted his gaze to Salma. "You were quite the partier last night." She smiled at him, I have no idea how.
"We gotta go. Bye Pedri." I pulled Salma away from him. "You're literally gay stop making eyes at him." She looked at me as we sped walked through the hallway. "Doesn't mean a girl can't look." I rolled my eyes. I can't take this girl seriously sometimes.
By the time we had made it out to the field, everyone could tell that Sal was hungover. She wasn't hitting anywhere near her top speed and was very slow at our reaction training games.
Jonatan pulled her aside, and soon enough, she was escorted inside by our assistant coach. "Bring it in girls." I stood next to Lucy as Jonatan began a speech.
"It has come to my attention that there was a party last night." The girls began looking around at each other. "And I understand that you are young and want to have fun, but when alcohol or even drugs are involved, it becomes a problem for the club." Lucy looked down at me.
"I need you to all be aware of what you're doing. You are professional footballers, and now is not the time to be partying let alone drinking." The girls started to whisper to each other.
"And I especially need you to look after the kids here. They're young and vulnerable. If you see them in a less than ideal situation, you need to help them out." Jonatan didn't raise his voice, one of the reasons why he has been my favourite coach. "Now get back out there."
Training was tense, and by the time we had arrived inside Salma was lying on one of the physio beds fast asleep. "Sal are you alright?" She groaned, covering her face. "Lucy said she'd drive you home, but I really need to get to class." I gave her a quick hug before I headed for the showers and prepared myself before class.
It's hard being a student-athlete, or an athlete-student depending on how you look at it. As I left the building I saw Gavi standing outside.
"Hey Pablo." He turned around, immediately hugging me. Gavi was my first friend here in Barca when I joined the academy, and although we haven't kept in contact as much, I still consider him one of my best friends.
"Looking good Y/N. You off to school?" I nodded, signalling to my laptop bag clutched in my hand. "You're seriously the hardest worker I know." After a short conversation a car pulled up to the kerb. A short honk alerted us.
"Get in Gavi. Y/N." Hey, at least he didn't dismiss me. "Can Y/N come, we just need to drop her off at the uni. It's down the road." Before I could reject Gavi's idea, Pedri spoke up. "Yeah no. Come Pablo." Gavi didn't get in the car.
"Seriously Pepi, let her come with us. It'll be a short trip." Soon enough, Pedri agreed, unlocking the back door for me.
Pedri didn't speak the entire ride, and even though it was short, I felt completely unwelcomed. By the time we had arrived on campus, Pedri drove right to the communications building. I thanked him, and stepped out of the car.
As I began to walk away from the car a familiar voice called out to me. "Y/N wait up!" Alex ran up to me, and immediately pulled me in for a hug. I could feel Pedri and Gavi's eyes on me, the car hadn't moved.
"Thanks for the help last night." We walked into the building together and found our seats.
After a boring three hour lecture, I quickly made my way down to the exit. "Y/N wait up." I spun around, facing Alex. "Is now an alright time to ask you to lunch?" I could help but blush. Now normally I would've politely declined, but I am so unbelievably hungry, so I agreed.
"As long as you're driving I'm up." He smiled and brought me to his car.
"I told you that class boy was your guy!" Sal yelled at me after being dropped home by Alex. "When you aren't preoccupied by the dick-"
"Yuck don't say that Sal!"
"It's true, see he's a good guy. Hot too."
I pushed a pillow to her face. She was really too much sometimes. We were sat on the couch, relaxing until it was time to sleep. She was telling me about this incredible girl from last night when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered it. To my surprise Pedri was standing there.
"Uh, um you left this in my car." He handed me over an unfamiliar plastic bag, but after a quick look inside, I could tell that it was my sports bra and socks from training.
"Oh yeah, um thanks." We stood there awkwardly in the frame of the door until Salma came up. "Left them in his car huh?"
Pedri immediately tried to speak but his mumbles were cut off by Salma. "Leaving your clothes in one guys car and then going out with a different guy the same day is truly boss energy." Pedri looked at me concerned.
"He and Gavi drove me to class ok, so let's get inside. Thank you Pedri, I really appre-" "Come in Pepi! Take a seat." Salma cut me off and ushered him in. Looking down at me, he made his way to my seat on the couch.
"You know what guys, I'm actually gonna head to bed." Salma pouted at me. "Come on, it's only for a few minutes." I shook my head and went into my room, grabbing my clothes so I could take a quick shower.
By the time I finished my shower, I could still hear Pedri and Salma talking. I wrapped a towel around myself and made my way to my room. That was of course, until I bumped into him.
"Maybe look where you're going next time." He said to me, a look of disgust plastered on his face. "Get the fuck out of my house." He laughed.
"Yeah cause this two room apartment is a house. You seriously need to get a life." I pushed past him, opening my door. "Oh and maybe you should try and be welcoming for once. God knows it'll do you a world of good." I slammed the door after hearing his comment. I have no idea why I even gave him the time of day.
He's such a piece of shit. I'm literally a university student who also happens to be a footballer - a women's one at that. I have no choice but to live in a shitty apartment with my teammate. I don't have the type of money he has.
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part two!
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unreliablesnake · 5 months
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Hurt (Simon Riley x reader)
Summary: John calls you to the hospital where you get shocking news.
Note: part 2 of Surprises. / i know, i’m evil. my poor boy. / if you want to know when i post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notification button.
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John called you, asking you to meet him at a hospital as soon as you could. You assumed something had happened to him, that he got injured. So you rushed there with your heart racing, your mind already in a spiral because of the images of worst case scenarios. But he called you himself, it couldn’t be that bad.
A broken leg, maybe. That you could help with. You could move in with him temporarily to make sure he was okay.
But when you met him in the hospital building, your brows furrowed in confusion. He was okay. He was standing there with a nervous look on his face, arms defensively folded over his chest.
“What’s going on?”
He hesitated for a few moments, visibly uncomfortable. “It’s Simon,” he said eventually.
Simon? You didn’t understand. Why would they call John if something happened to him?
“Listen, kiddo, he got hurt on our last mission. Badly,” he added to make sure you understood the seriousness of the situation.
But your mind got stuck on one particular word. “Our?” you asked with a frown, trying your best to remain calm. “I thought you only met at that family gathering.”
John took a step closer with his arms stretched out to take your hands in his. “I didn’t want you to worry. We’ve been working together for a few years now, so yes, I already knew him when you introduced him to us,” he explained.
You couldn’t believe they had been lying to you for over a year. But John said he had been badly injured, which made you forget about this for the time being. “Can I see him?” you asked your uncle.
“Yeah. He doesn’t have any family so I convinced the doctors and nurses to let you in.”
He led you to the ICU, asking the nurse he had apparently talked to earlier to let the two of you inside for a short while. It was a tough negotiation with her, but eventually she agreed to give you five minutes for now. You hesitated at first, but John soon realized this and squeezed your hand in support.
Simon was unconscious, tubes were hanging from different parts of his body, and the sight broke your heart. Your precious Simon was so badly injured and there was nothing you could have done to make it better. You were lucky John was there with you, because without him guiding you to the chair next to the bed, you would have collapsed onto the floor.
“What happened?” you asked quietly.
“You know I can’t answer that.”
“Right.” This is what you hated about his job. Their job. You never knew where they were, you never knew how long they would be gone, and you never knew how they got smaller injuries. “What did his doctor say? Will he be okay?”
John put a hand on your shoulder as he stood behind you. “He will survive this,” he replied.
“But will he be okay?”
“They don’t know.”
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Why did it have to happen? Why him? Couldn’t it be someone else? “I can’t do this, John. Not now.”
“Why? What’s going on now?” your uncle asked you as he moved to look into your eyes.
“I’m pregnant,” you admitted. “I found out last week. Actually, you’re the first person I told about this.”
John let out a troubled sigh as he scratched his beard. You knew it wasn’t the right time to announce it, but you had to tell someone. Sure, it would have been better if it was Simon who found out first, but… Well, it wasn’t possible at the moment.
Your uncle wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you against his body when your tears began to fall. “It’s okay, kiddo, I’m here for you until he returns to us,” he assured you.
“Do you think he can hear us?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” he added, probably realizing he should be giving you hope in this situation.
You nervously licked your lower lip and leaned closer to the bed to take Simon’s hand. “You’re gonna be okay. You have to be okay. I need you to meet your child, I need you to be there for them, and I want you to see them grow up. And I love you so, so much, you can’t even imagine,” you said through your tears. “Please, come back to me.”
“Your time is up,” the nurse informed you, her voice now soft and understanding.
Nodding, you stood up and leaned down to place a kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”
John put a hand on your back and guided you out of the room, stopping you from resisting and staying with Simon. You were grateful for that. You needed his support. Once you were outside in the parking lot, he came to a halt and gave you a worried look.
“Can you drive like this?” he asked. When you nodded, he went on. “I’ll go to your place with you and wait until you gather some clothes for a few days. You’re staying with me, okay? I don’t want you to be alone now.”
“Thank you,” you told him before giving him a hug. He had always been there for you, and it was comforting to know this hadn’t changed.
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