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Mistakes Can Cost You

Pairing: F1 x Reader, Slight Mick x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Jules crash mentioned, angst, suggestion of death, grief, crash, hospital, ICU, incorrect race timeline, Suzuka, FIA, etc. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Synopsis: Mistakes can cost you, but they also teach everyone how fast things can change, and sometimes let’s you see what’s there and not right with what you love.

“Okay, Y/n, Sainz has crashed; they're bringing out a safety car. Be careful.” Your radio team clicks off, and you shake your head.

“This is fucking ridiculous; red flag the damn race; it's so hard to see anything!” You tell your ream, furious that FIA cared more about getting that finish than the driver's safety.

“We know, but be careful.” Your team repeats, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire.

You scuff and head around the corner; you don't know what went wrong. You didn't even see the damn thing. Hitting the gas slightly, you see a flash before slamming on your brakes. “FUCK!” you yell before feeling yourself become crushed.

No one knew what happened all that they all got called back to the paddock immediately, the other drivers that passed by couldn't even see your crash. “What the hell happened?” Sebastian asks as the other drivers gather in a media room, with no media.

“Oh God.” Lance’s voice strangled and reaches everyone as they turned to the TV. Finally, noticing what the camera was covering.

“Is her car....oh god she's trapped under the crane.” Lewis whispers, covering his mouth, the others staring at the screen as it captures everyone and the medics scrambling not sure what to do.

“Is she okay?” Charles asks to some of the workers in the room. “DAMMIT! IS SHE OKAY?” Charles yells, making the workers jump and run out of room to find out any information.

“This can't be happening, not again not here, not during this weather, not again.” Charles pleads as Carlos and Pierre lead him to sit down as he starts to tremble. “She’ll be okay, she will be.” Pierre whispers to no one, more so just saying the words to comfort himself.

“They can't contact her, she's still trapped underneath, and they have no way of knowing if she's seriously injured; they're working slow not to cause any more damage and because of the rain.” Some worker reports to them after 20 minutes before leaving the room.

“Is she going to die?” Mick asks quietly to Seb, who is sitting next to the young German. Mick and you had become close due to your relative age, but also, you both enjoyed the same things, and Mick and ton just became close.

“I don't know, buddy,” Seb whispers back, pulling the young boy closer to him, wanting to give him some semblance of comfort. Mick just leans in close to Sebastian’s hold sending silent prays for you to come out okay.

“What the fuck was a crane doing out on the tracks anyway? Especially in this weather?” George yells at the TV feeling utterly useless in that moment, watching the replay of the crash.

“Guys.” Angela, Lewis's friend, announces as she enters the room. “What's wrong?” Lewis jumps up, the others crowding around her.

“She.... she's out of the car, but it's...bad.... awful...prepare yourselves.” She mumbles before walking out leaving the guys to stare after her.

“No.” Charles sobs sitting down, sobs racking his body, trying to curl in on himself as everyone cries and prays for the best.

It was the pain that woke you up, the pain of your entire body being on fire. But you knew realistically you weren't in any pain; you couldn't be. You'd woken up three days ago, and the pain medication you were on was enough to knock a damn Bull Elephant off its feet. Sadly you were in the ICU and weren't allowed any visitors; how badly you wanted to see the boys and hold them somehow. You didn't care that 5 of your ribs were broken, a shattered right hand, a head injury with a concussion, and a collapsed lung that they performed surgery on to repair.

Your favorite nurse walks in smiling and sits down next to you. “Hey sweetie, feeling a little better?” She asks, already knowing you probably weren't.

“Hurts,” you grumble, and she nods her head, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Some people are here to see you; I snuck them in.” She smiles, and you see bright red in the corner of your eye; without meaning to, your heart rate picks up quickly as you start to cry seeing Charles and Carlos.

“Princess,” Carlos whispers and sits down next to you while Charles stands at the door, his entire face stained from crying.

“You need to stop crying; you're causing yourself so much pain,” Carlos whispers, kissing your forehead.

You close your eyes and smile slightly; your fave is bruised all over, and any facial expressions make the pain worse. “Charlie.” You mumble, twitching a finger his way. Charles looks up at you, fresh tears falling on his side as he stumbles his way into a seat next to your bed.

“We thought we lost you.” He cries, careful not to put any weight on your body, his head buried into the bed.

“I'm okay; I need an extra couple of months to heal, and ill be back out on the track.” you joke, but the boys nod their heads, not wanting to argue.

“Well, looks like we weren't the first ones, Kid.” Sebastian's face fills the doorway with bright blue eyes and blonde hair behind him.

“Hye,” Mick whispers as they both fill the room, pulling up two more chairs.

The four of them stayed with you for most of the day before visiting hours were over. But you were happy to have the company, even if it was for a little while.

The FIA had issued a formal apology but tried to throw some of the blame on you for excessive speed under a safety car. That was very short-lived when the other drivers, teams, and fans became enraged at the thought of them blaming you.

It's been a couple of months, but you were finally on your feet again and able to travel, but you still couldn't drive yet, not due to injury, but you did need some time to heal completely, and the team allowed you just that. You decided it was time to show your face again to the public after some private time, and you chose to do that at COTA. It was appropriate as everything was more relaxed now since Max had won the championship.

Walking into the paddock, of course, people stared and pointed, but you were determined to visit your rock during the entire healing process. “Roscoe!” You tell happily, seeing Lewis’s dog.

Lewis let you take care of Roscoe while you healed, knowing that you'd been home alone and would want the company. Roscoe loved being with you and barked loudly, letting Lewis and the other drivers turn to see Roscoe run for you as you got on your knees to give the boy some love.

“Oh, yellow, my old friend.” You mumble into his fur, kissing his head and giving him the best pets.

“Love the dog more, alright.” Lewis jokes, making you look up. You stand and brush off your knees before kissing Lewis’s cheek as well. “He kept me company; I have to love on him first.” Shrugging your shoulders and giving everyone else a hello.

“I'd love to chat with everyone, but I have to do some interviews.” “Are you serious? All they're going to ask about is the crash.” Lance spits, knowing the main topic for weeks has been you, the crash, and the FIA statement.

“I know, but it's time to get it over with, and I want to support you all without the cloud over my head.” You shuffle your weight, a slight wince from the healing of your ribs, but no one points it out.

“She's right; we're all going to hate this, but it's time,” Seb says and kisses your forehead. He's always been a father figure to you young drivers, and at times overprotective, and if he could help join you and make the reporters behave and not push. But this was your healing process, and you needed to do it alone.

Heading to the media pit, you stop short with your assistant, who stands with you, not saying anything, as they knew you could handle this. “Okay, let's do this.” whispered no one in particular.

“Y/n, y/n! What’s it like surviving death, and not only that but in a crash that was just like Jules Bianchi?” One reporter asks, making you cringe.

“I want to make this very...very....very clear. What happened to Jules and me should've never happened in the first place. And I never want people to compare the two ever again. His family deserves respect when on the topic of his death, and by doing that, im never going to talk about what happened to him and me in the same sentence. Next question.”

“Y/n, will you still be able to race even after the reports of your injuries are released?” Some girl asks.

“Yes, I was allowed to race here at COTA, but...I deemed it too early and needed some more time, but if my team allows it, ill be more than happy to race in Mexico and hopefully win.” You laugh, making the others laugh.

“Is it true that FIA is deciding whether to give you a penalty for the crash?”

“I sure hope not. The race never should've happened, not in those conditions. And the FIA never told anyone the crane was on track. There's also proof that Nando passed the crane TWICE and never once knew it was there. If anything, the FIA should receive a penalty for what they did and for being very inconsistent and unsafe in their rulings.” Everyone stares at you, having never seen a driver call out the FIA so bluntly.

“Y/n, how are you and Mick?” you turn and face the reporter and can't help the blush that covers your face making everyone laugh and smile at you.

It was no secret that Mick was beside you through everything and was always posting little updates for your fans about you, but your friendship was turning into something more that you weren't sure just what yet.

“It's going well, we're close friends, and Sebastian has known us both since kids, but we grew up together, and having them both as a crutch as I healed helped a lot.” you directed the question but still answered it slightly.

“If that's all, I should get going and see everyone before the race.” you laugh and walk off quickly, going to the Haas paddock and seeing that familiar blonde hair.

“So, we're just good friends, hmm?” He asks, not even turning around from the screen.

You huff and shake your head before letting your hands travel up his back, making his tense form relax. “Yes, we are gold friends, just friends who are a little more.” Kissing his back, he turns around, checking you over, making sure you're okay.

“You handled the first question well.” He praises kissing your lips gently.

“Thanks; I knew mistakes could cost me, but I needed to get that over with.” He nods his head before watching you closely.

“Callin, the FIA out was ballsy.” You drop by the head, knowing that would be a problem.

“But, you were right; trying to lay blame on you was horrible; if they come after you, I'll deal with it. Seb will, but you know what I mean.” He makes you giggle and lean up, kissing his cheek.

“Go, race, cowboy, oh, and mistakes can cost you.” You giggle, making him roll his eyes as he gets ready.

“I'll kick your ass in Mexico; it'll be alright.” He laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Be careful.” in a severe tone, Mick looks down at you and stops knowing since the crash; you hate any of them being in one.

“Always.” He bumps your foreheads together before heading to the car.

Watching them all get in the the car, your heart clenches, but you knew they were the best of the best; they'd all be okay, and so would you.

How are you? I just read the cigarettes after sex fic and I'm giggling and kicking my feet <3 Can I request a Joost Klein x fem!reader that's opposite of his style? Like opposites attract :3

The devil with his angel

Joost Klein x fem!reader

summary: readers style is a bit more feminine and usually wear lighter colours, unlike joost who had a masculine, street wear type of style. you were the prime example of the saying ‘opposites attract’

a/n: reader has a slightly specified outfit, hope thats alright<3

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— You and Joost have been dating for a few months in secret, wanting some privacy before revealing anything to the public. It was more for you to build your relationship more and have your peace and quiet for some time, knowing your fans could get a bit hectic. You loved each other dearly, you two filled each other’s empty spaces, you fit together like an ancient puzzle basically soulmates.

In the present, you were currently at Joosts concert, you being on the opposite side of the barrier blocking the fans from rushing to the stage giving you your space. You were smiling, singing along to his songs. You only started learning dutch when you started dating Joost to show your dedication to this relationship and how much he meant to you, and so you could support him during his concerts like you were doing now. You didn’t fit in the crowd however at all, everyone wearing more darker colours, or something not that bright meanwhile you were here in a floral dress, some white stockings, mary janes and some accessories. You stood out like a black sheep, which was ironic since you were the only one NOT wearing black. You stood closer to the stage, taking some photos of Joost on your polaroid camera he got you on your birthday. You smiled, everyone would be able to tell you were love struck if your back wasn’t facing them.

Joost was in the middle of playing his song ´Droom Groot’ , it was clear he loved performing the atmosphere of his concerts were never dull, always some kind of emotions were being felt during his concerts. The end of the song was nearing, the “Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen this was Joost Klein with his hit single ´Dome Groot’ “ You smiled softly, Joost looking down at you with a smile before crouching and cupping your cheek in his hand, giving you a kiss on the lips. Your eyes went wide and your cheeks got hotter, the crowd screaming and whistling, even some gasps were heard. It really was a strange sight, you really were polar opposites.

The next day the media went crazy. You were on every media, trending somewhere in the tops 10s. You scrolled through all the articles, some fans were beyond excited and celebrated the union of their two favourite artists, while others were dumbfounded. They had no idea how such polar opposittes could have found their way to each other. Joost came out the shower, towel loosely tied on his hips as he dried his hair. He came towards you and looked at your phone. “How bad is it?” He asks, a smile on his face. You return his smile, looking up at him. “It’s a mix of ‘oh my god i’m so happy for them’ and ‘how are they even together’ but that was more than expected.” You say and he nods kissing your forehead. “Yeah, but i’m glad I don’t have to hide my love for you anymore.”

Despite the media going crazy, you two embraced your public relationship, attending events together and Joost couldn’t help to always post something about you somewhere, your styles making you guys even more magnetic. Fans slowly started to see the connection between you two, acceptance growing more by the day. One time you both had to speak up about your relationship a bit more, since death threats started to be thrown into your inboxes left and right.

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Joost Klein

@joostklein✓

It’s funny how you all see our styles and think we’re two worlds apart. Aside our styles were just two people who have passion for music and love each other.

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bambiethug: you two are such sweethearts!! sending you all the love and protection from evil<3

user6618990: JOOST NOO MY HUSBAND

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I get we have different styles but giving us death threats? Wow..

You don’t see more then what we put on the media, you don’t know what our relationship is like behind closed doors. We may have different styles but we love each other and have the same passion for music, we basically balance each other out in our own way. Sending love to everyone that supported us xx

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lolianx: ❤️❤️ love your dynamic fr

apsondabluebirdha: tell them!!

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After that the whole thing calmed down. You two lived your lives more peacefully and you didn’t have to hide anymore. The both of you made a song together, tours sold out and your albums too. It was nice but it did add some stress to your career. You managed it all together always being there for one another despite your slight differences. You cherished every moment together, whether it was a simple night out, cooking together, singing silly songs together or just cuddling and watching a movie, all of it was just perfect.

You were currently in prague, performing a concert there together. You were the opener of Joosts concerts, since you didn’t really have the finances to two different tours so you decided on being the opener which you were more than happy to do.

You sat in a café, admiring the view of prague and also lost in thought. Joost was talking about the upcomig concerts, talking about the new places he wanted to see. He noticed your dazed state and stopped talking, putting a hand on yours as if to silently as if you’re okay. “Just thinking.” You say and he raises a brow; “About?” He pries and you chuckle softly. “I mean, do you ever think about how unlikely this is? Us, I mean.” You ask he he thinks for a moment, gathering his thought before soeaking up; “All the time. And every single time I realize how lucky I am to have you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I appreciate you.” You smiled, heart full of his enduring words. “Same here Joost, same here.”

About half a year later, your one year anniversary came. You were standing on stage, just finishing a song you wrote together just a few months ago. Cheers were heard throughout the crowd, signs with words like “We love you!” “You saved me.” “We’re proud of you.” were held high in the air, your heart melting. Realisation hit you like a truck as Joost picked you up and spinned you around, smiling wildly. He put you down, resting his forehead against yours, sweat dripping down from all the jumping around you’ve done during this concert. You smiles lovingly, holding his hands, fingers interwined. “We did it Joost.” “Yeah, we did.” In that moment you knew you found the right person. You realised you wanted to spend the rest of your days on this earth with this man, in his embrace, in his presence. Together you created beautiful and unforgettable memories that defied expectations, showing that sometimes, the most gorgeous harmonies come from the most unexpected places.

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❝ I MISS BEING SINGLE ❞

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . f1 drivers x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . you prank text your boyfriend by telling you “miss being single”.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . more than a month off and i’m coming back with this one texts au because i am obsessed with them😭 (thanks to @norrisleclercf1 & @percervall for cheering me on with this idea)

★ CARLOS SAINZ

★ CHARLES LECLERC

★ LANDO NORRIS

★ LEWIS HAMILTON

★ MAX VERSTAPPEN

★ OSCAR PIASTRI

-ˋˏ *.· taglist . . . @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @saintslewis @leoramage @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @louvrepool @ravisinghs-wife @hobiismyhopeu @starlightpierre @lecsainz @kkeelss @namgification @minkyungseokie @gothgirlez @f1version @vroomvroommuppett @darleneslane @avengersheart

Clingy | Lewis Hamilton

WC: 1.3K

Lewis x wife!reader

Summery:(REQUESTED) Just lewis being affectionate and clingy to his wife.

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Lewis has always been the attentive type, you loved to spoil you and take care of you. He's very loving and caring, he started picking up on your little wants and needs very early in the relationship without you even having to say anything. What was weird is how much more all his love became, everything just intensified for some unknown reason, it was amplified.

Lewis never asked you to travel with him to any of his races, he always just left you to pick and choose when you wanted, he never wanted to pressure you into coming if you didn't feel up to it. But as of late it all has changed, each week he'd ask you to fly with him.

"But Lewis, I don't have any more clothes, I'll go home and next week I'll fly out with you." You'd say and he'd just laugh.

"Sweetheart, I can buy all the clothes you want." Needing anything was not an excuse to Lewis, he earned more than enough for you to dress in new clothes every day if you wanted. And you earn your own money from working in his team as well, so money was not an issue. Offering you a job on his team was also one of the ways he'd kept you close.

"Fine, I'll go with you." You say giving up and Lewis leans over to press a loving kiss to your lips. "Only because you're cute though."

"Hey, I'll take it." You both laugh enjoying the moment.

Lewis isn't the biggest fan of PDA, sure he's kissed you when he won races before and don't get me started on the kisses you shared whenever he won world championships, the online girlies went crazy over these. Lately they have way more content to share around containing you two, or more like Lewis's hands.

He's always touching you one way or another, holding your hand, his arms around your shoulders, pulling you back to his front as you both talked to someone, arm around your waist, on your butt on your thighs, his hands were everywhere.

"My timeline is filled with you touching me." You tell Lewis while you were in the car on the way to the track, you turn the phone for him to see. His hand was on your thigh from the moment you got in the car.

"What can I say, I just have a beautiful and irresistible wife." Lewis says and you chuckle.

"Flattery does nothing, you're already married to me." You tease Lewis, he smiles at you.

"Best thing that has ever happened to me." You blush at the look he's giving you, you try to hide your face from him, it's been so many years since you started dating and he still has that effect on you. "Don't hide your face."

That makes you blush more, Lewis kisses your cheek lovingly, and you lean into him.

The rare times you're not together, you're always texting. Check-ins are a must in your relationship. Just small texts, where are you? How was your day? Did you eat? Do you need anything? Do you want anything? And a ton of I miss you(s) and I love you(s).

During race weeks, when he was in the garage or in a meeting, he'd always pop in or look for you to spend just a few minutes together before he's whisked somewhere else.

"Lewis, you look happy today." The interviewer commented at the smiley man in front of her, his smile was contagious.

“Yeah, it’s just my wife is standing right there." Lewis said and pointed at where you were smiling and talking to one of the Mercedes staff, unaware of his eyes that went to you every once and a while. But you felt it when the camera turned to face you along with everyone else. You slowly stopped talking and looked at everyone weirded out how they all turned to you at once.

"Uh hi." You say uncertain, waving your arm slightly at them.

"Lewis was just saying you're the reason he's so happy today." The interviewer said and your eyes went to your husband who was smiley just like he was all weekend.

“He's just been giddy all weekend." You try to make the focus go elsewhere, despite being in the spotlight for years because of Lewis you still weren't 100% comfortable with the attention especially when it was mainly on you.

"I'm just happy she's here this weekend." Lewis says and you smile at him refusing to say anything, since you're there most weekends.

There was a rare weekend when you were feeling a tad bit tired and wanted to just stay back home, feeling a bit sick and exhausted. After the race Lewis flew home straight away, the race was in Italy so the flight to Monaco was a very short one. When Lewis made it home the first thing he did was head to the living room where you sat watching your comfort show.

You heard the front door open and close, making you smile to yourself anticipating the warm greeting. And within seconds, Lewis was by your side, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle yet possessive embrace.

"Hey, love." He murmured, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Missed you so much."

"You saw me not even four days ago." You chuckle softly pausing your show.

"It's still too long." He sighed, tightening his hold on you. You couldn't help but laugh, it was all too funny, how protective and clingy he's become in the last couple of months. It was like he sensed it all before she did, something that she was sure of just today. The incline that you had proven today and it put everything in perspective.

"Lewis." You say pushing his braids out of his face, you turn so you're facing him, his arms loosening from around you. His eyes were filled with adoration and love, they were inviting and warm. "I need to tell you something."

“What is it, love?" Lewis asked, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. "Are you alright?" His grip on you tightened a bit. "Is everything alright? Are you sick?"

You shook your head no, your smile widening. "No, nothing like that. Actually, quite the opposite... Lewis, I'm pregnant.”

For a moment there was silence. Lewis took a few seconds to process your words, but once he processed it and it made sense in his mind, his eyes lit up with pure joy and disbelief.

"You're- you're pregnant... we're having a baby?" Lewis stammered, you nodded your eyes filling with tears.

"Yes, we're having a baby." A sound of pure joy just escaped his lips, you laugh as he pulls you up and in a fierce hug.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" He exclaimed, twirling you around." I'm going to be a dad."

You laughed, the room is filled with the sound of pure happiness and love.

"Yes you are." You lean into him, and you verbalise your theory that you had since you found out. "That's probably why you've been so clingy and protective lately, your instincts knew before we did."

Lewis kissed you deeply, his happiness overflowing.

"I love you so much, and I love our little one already." He whispers against your lips.

"I love you too Lewis." You replied, resting your forehead against his. "I can't wait for us to be parents, and start the next chapter of our life together."

If you thought Lewis was protective and touchy before, you had it wrong. From the moment he found out about you being pregnant he doubled everything that he was before. His attentiveness took on a new meaning. Every touch, every gesture, was filled with even more love and care, now directed not just at you but at the life inside of you. You just relished in his attention and his affection, knowing that your life and your baby's life will just be filled with endless love and happiness.

Maintaglist

@gnatthefly . @mochimommy2002 . @llando4norris . @mrswolffs-blog . @barcelonaloverf1life . @c-losur3

Well You Are Tiny - Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/n is vertically impaired and Max likes to point out the obvious.

Same height kind of gap of reader being 4'11-5'2ft (150-160cm)

No part 2 requests please

Max will outwardly admit he loves the height difference between himself and y/n. He loves his pocket-sized girlfriend, they just have fun and her height is something he maybe likes to target in playful bullying.

"Have you grown?" Max questions as y/n walks into the living room.

"On this occasion, yes." Y/n grins then lifting her shoe high enough to reveal platforms heels that make Max's jaw drop a little before he begins laughing.

"Baby, are you going to be able to keep those on all night?" Max sighs making her frown at him. "Oh come on, you hardly ever wear heels. There's no way you're not going to break your ankles in those."

"Will you not help me if I get that drunk?" Y/n pouts making Max look at her for a moment.

"I will always help you, but I just know that I'm going to end up carrying you or those shoes by the end of the night." Max smiles standing up and seeing that she's narrowed the gap between them by a good 6-7 inches. "When did you even get these?"

"From a shop. Do you not like them?"

"They look great. But if you don't fall over by the end of the night, I'll let you race in my place for Canada." Max laughs making her smile a little.

"I'll hold you to that."

"I know, that's why I said it." Max chuckles making her grin before she kisses him, something that she usually doesn't have such ease in doing. "I don't know if I like this new height."

Y/n is more than aware of Max loving the advantages that come with such a height difference, but it is fun to taunt him with the ability to close the space sometimes.

"Shall we go?" Y/n asks making Max sigh looking down at her feet again before nodding.

"Can you just make sure you're keeping hold of me for stability?" Max mumbles more concerned than anything at this point, the club has stairs and visions of y/n falling down them really sets him on edge.

They get to the club and see Lando with a couple other friends and even Lando looks in awe of y/n's height change.

"So it will be a trip to A&E for you tonight?" Lando asks making Max smile as he orders a round of drinks for everyone.

"She's actually not wobbled yet...but she hasn't had a drink yet either." Max smiles while Lando hums and nods.

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Max doesn't even bother hiding his smirk and shaking his head as y/n grips his bicep for balance, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Alright, enough. You are not keeping them on." Max states hoisting her up onto one of the bar stools.

Y/n winces as Max pulls off her heels and reveals the bloodied blisters that even he grimaces at. She's definitely drunk enough that she can't feel the extent of just how sore her feet are. but she'll feet it in the morning and she'll feel it paired with a hangover.

"Baby." Max mumbles making the young woman look down and wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Time to go home. It's almost closing time."

It's definitely nowhere near closing time but she's drunk and her feet are a wreck.

Max ends up carrying her out on his back while holding her heels and bag in his hand as they exit. Annoyingly definitely captured on camera as they climb into a car for someone else to drive them home.

"I didn't fall over." Y/n smiles making Max look at her for a moment his concern for her feet having overshadowed his thoughts before he smiles at her. "It's alright, I won't hold it against you."

"No?" Max hums making her smile at him and shake her head.

"No. I don't know if I can even effectively push the pedals." Y/n smiles lazily.

By the time they get back Max is carrying her inside and running the bath to try and clean her feet of the blood that had actually got a little crusty.

"I love you." Y/n smiles as Max actually gently rubs at her feet to clean them.

"I love you too. But you are never wearing those shoes again. You can stay tiny." Max declares making her agree immediately. "I think we might need to just try and bandage up your feet for the night. They're so raw baby."

"In the name of fashion. It's not meant to be practical."

"Yeah, well you're choosing practical from here forward." Max mumbles then looking up at her. "I like my tiny girlfriend...You don't need to injure yourself just to be more level with me."

"Lesson learned. My feet are starting to really hurt." Y/n admits since she's slowly sobering up and the ache and sting of her feet.

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Sitting out in the sun on a yacht is definitely not something that's a rare luxury when it comes to dating Max. On this occasion, Lando, Daniel, Alex and George have joined them for a birthday celebration for Max.

"You need this." Max states as y/n decides she wants to jump in with everyone else.

He gets her in a life jacket, just for his own peace of mind. Then he picks her up and tosses her like a bit of a doll into the water. Something that is not an uncommon move and y/n resurfaces quickly laughing as some others join her in the water.

"God, if that's how you treat her outside the bedroom-"

"No. We don't want to think about that." George grimaces as Daniel laughs at his own words.

"Do you think she'd quite easily be pulled out to sea being that small?" Lando asks making Max frown only for Daniel manage to push the Brit and they both go into the water. "Daniel!"

"I thought we'd test with you since you're small too." Daniel laughs earning a middle finger before everyone else finally joins them.

Max swims over to y/n with a new concern for her safety despite knowing that she is completely fine.

Although he does laugh a little when she lets him swim them back, him holding the strap of her life vest and lifting her up onto the back of the yacht, keeping himself in the way a little as he remains between her legs.

"I was getting tired out there." Y/n whispers earning a hum and grin from the Dutchman before he jumps up and kisses her lightly before she just leans her head on his shoulder. "I'm going to dry off and put my dress up."

"Cold?"

"A bit, being thrown in was a shock to the system." Y/n smiles swatting him before she stands up with him following.

Safe to say y/n walks the man like a dog, he follows her wherever she goes most of the time, so it surprises no one that he sticks with her and as soon as she's dried off, Max does let her stop with the admittedly short and thin dress. He pushes his own sweater over her head and pulls her down gently into a tight hug.

Y/n does actually love cuddles with Max and the height difference meaning she just feels surrounded by him and right now his body heat is doing her favours. She's slumped into him as others join them on the deck and dry off.

"I love you." Max whispers making her smile brightly looking up at him. "You're somehow even smaller today for some reason."

"Thanks." Y/n snorts earning a grin from hum. "I love you too. Even if you're small for a Dutchman."

Max isn't the tallest of the drivers but he's on the taller side of the average among the drivers.

He does squeeze her especially tightly in a hug for the comment before sighing as he tips her head back to kiss him.

When they eventually get home and shower off properly, Max smiles a little evilly when he sees y/n distracted by her phone lying on the bed. He moves quickly and flops down on her, actually feeling her wheeze underneath him.

"Max. Warning please." Y/n grunts through some laughter since it didn't so much hurt but she definitely was mid-breath in when his body collapsed down on her.

"Sorry, you just looked so small over here. I had to join you." Max grins while she hums bringing her arms around him so she can look at her phone over his shoulder.

"Are you sleeping like this?" Y/n smiles kissing his shoulder while Max just relaxes against her.

"Depends could you actually sleep with me on top of you like this?" Max questions making her properly look at him.

"Yes. Of course I can." Y/n nods making Max look at her softly capturing her in a kiss. "You're like cuddly teddy bear."

"Only for you though. Because you're just my tiny girlfriend." Max smirks then nuzzling down against her. "Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight, Maxie." Y/n whispers placing her phone on the bedside table.

Bruised - LN

Summary: Y/n manages to get herself in a tangle in a Quadrant karting video and Lando doesn't exactly handle it well.

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"I think this is going to be fun." Y/n grins as she changes in the little make shift changing room while on call to Lando since he can't be there for the video.

"Baby, ribs! Rib protector please." Lando stresses watching her about to pull on the upper half of the suit.

"I'm going to be fine. Stop panicking." Y/n dismisses then grinning. "Will and Max think you've given me some secret lessons or something."

"I mean you did get on the karts in Bahrain." Lando hums before sighing. "I'm sorry I'm not there."

"Don't be silly. I'm happy being here and you have things to do. Everyone understands." Y/n promises earning nod as she puts the rib protector on. "I'm not going to lie. This isn't the most comfortable thing to wear."

"Y/n? You ready?!" Max asks knowing on the door making her smile and pick up her phone as she moves outside.

"So ready." Y/n grins making the Brit smile while she turns looks back at her phone. "Alright, I'll talk to you after and let you know how it goes."

"Please be careful and don't...get too competitive like you usually do. Half of them don't kart and definitely don't expect you to be as good as you are." Lando states hating how he sounds when he says it, but it's almost definitely true.

"How rude. I'll have to safely teach them a lesson. Ok, love you bye."

"Love you too."

-

"Lando is going to kill us. He doesn't get mad...very often." Max groans then pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumps back. "He's going to kill me specifically."

They're sitting in A&E following y/n managing to spin, and then flip her kart absolutely smashing her chest off the steering wheel. Max has never seen her cry, and after witnessing it once, he's certain he never wants to see it again.

"She'll be alright mate." Will states though even he, not knowing y/n very well, could tell she was in a serious amount of pain.

Another 30 minutes later, y/n is walking out with a nurse and a bag that looks to be medication of some sort but her eyes are still bloodshot.

"Hey, what's the verdict?" Max asks as they quickly standup.

"Bruised sternum, one cracked rib. A little ache in her neck to keep an eye on, we couldn't find anything in the tests but obviously we want to be careful with necks." The nurse smiles sadly. "Plenty of rest and taking it easy for a good few weeks with some painkillers. She'll be alright."

"Oh great. Thank you." Will nods with a smile before the nurse leaves and he looks at Max. "Lando is going to kill us. I was hoping there'd be a couple bruises and she was just being dramatic from some shock."

"How you feeling?" Max asks looking at y/n while smiles.

"Ok at the moment, they gave me some pretty intense drugs to take the pain away...I couldn't stop moving from the pain and they needed me to stay still for the scans and stuff." Y/n mumbles earning a nod from the older man. "I assume you guys haven't told Lando?"

Suddenly it dawns on Max that having waited to tell Lando will also earn annoyance from his childhood friend.

"I'll handle it. I think hearing from me is going to be better."

"He's going to freak out." Max sighs making her smile sadly at him since as much as she wants to pretend he won't. Lando definitely will.

"How bad is a bruised sternum?" Will asks making Max look at him with a grimace and y/n seem to think.

"I felt like someone was stabbing my chest everything time I took a breath in." Y/n states honestly making Will pull a face. "But right now it feels fine...they got me on some good stuff in there."

As they step out, y/n decides she wants to lie down so Will lets her take the passenger seat and recline it before she picks up her phone which had been left in the car anyway, actually along with both Max's and Will's phones since in the rush to help her into he hospital they just didn't think to grab them. Clearly Lando senses something is off because she's got 13 messages and a missed call.

"Hey, baby." Y/n greets as he picks up on the first ring.

"Hey. One sec. I just need to get to my room." Lando mumbles clearly having been caught mid conversation and exiting in order to speak to his girlfriend. "What's going on why was no one answering me?"

"I...crashed pretty hard so Will and Max had to take me to the hospital-I'm fin-"

"You crashed?! Why did no one tell me? And why was it so bad you needed to go to hospital?" Lando asks the annoyance immediately obvious and his volume can be heard by both Max and Will. "Are you ok?"

"A little roughed up...bruised my sternum and cracked a rib. But I'm fine. They got me on the good painkillers and sent me away with some to keep taking since...well a bruised sternum actually hurts pretty bad." Y/n explains wincing just at the memory of the pain she was in. "I'm still catching my flight back to you tonight, don't worry."

"Yeah, tell him I'll be coming with you to make sure you're alright on the flight." Max states since he feels bad.

"You're a braver man than me." Will comments earning a small smile from y/n.

"Tell him to bring the footage, I want to see exactly what happened."

"Hey, don't get like that. Max wasn't even on track, I did it completely on my own...I don't know how I did it. But It was all me." Y/n states trying to make Lando calm down but he won't until he sees her in person. "Look we'll have to go. But I'll see you soon."

-

Landing in Nice, Y/n is actually getting on a flight for the next race weekend with Lando since that was always the plan.

"Careful. Careful! The painkillers from the hospital are starting to wear off and the ones they gave me haven't kicked in yet." Y/n hisses when Lando tries to march over and check her injuries.

"Fuck sake, y/n." Lando sighs making her smile lightly.

"I'm sorry. I really don't know what happened." Y/n pouts making him huff before he looks at Max. "Be nice, he ran out to me as soon as it happened and he carried me and yelled at the doctors when they wouldn't let him come in."

Lando grumbles a little but moves over to his friend and sighs handing the keys to the car to him.

"You can stay at my place. Don't wreck it." Lando states than pausing. "Thanks for coming with her and taking care of her...She's very adamant it's her fault and you took care of her so I owe you."

"I'll let Will know we're not going to die." Max laughs earning a smile. "Alright, go on. I'll make sure your car gets back safe."

"Thank you-sorry for freaking out it's just-"

"I get it. I freaked out when it happened...are you sure you want the footage?"

Lando hesitates looking back at y/n who is talking to the flight attendant for the jet.

"No. I do want to see it, but maybe once she's healed."

"I'm surprised you're still taking her."

"Oh she'll be camping out in the hotel. I just want her close." Lando states with a small frown. "We do have to go, but we'll catch up properly later yeah?"

They do exchange a quick hug before Lando moves over to y/n and smiles kissing her.

"Let's go...I am going to get you to relay everything the doctors said." Lando states earning a nod.

Y/n looks at Lando with a small smile before they climb up into the jet with y/n blowing Max a kiss before she disappears inside.

The bruise on her sternum has started to really appear and it's almost black.

"Baby..." Lando grimaces making her pout since actually she is a little overwhelmed. Everything suddenly catching up to her. "Does it hurt?"

"A little but...it just...I don't know. I hate that it happened." Y/n sniffles before moving to hug him but Lando moves back.

"Hold on, if you lie down and I'll lie with you, I just don't want you to make it worse if the pain gets worse." Lando states earning a nod.

A bruised sternum can be a pretty common injury in karting, not like it is any less serious but in bad crashes or accidents it can happen.

Y/n does fall asleep and Lando can't help but spend the whole flight just watching her breathe, too worried about her to be able to settle and rest especially with the knowledge that it does hurt like hell if those painkillers wear off and he wants to be able to jump at the ready when that happens.

"I can feel you watching me." Y/n mumbles after he notices her breaths get a little shorter and shallower.

"Is it hurting?" He asks, ignoring her comment as she nods. "Is the painkillers in your bag?"

"Mhm..." Y/n nods looking like she's definitely in more pain and it's increasing by the second.

He gets her the painkillers which definitely hurt more to go down than she was expecting.

"Fuck...they said it might hurt more when I've been sleeping but...fuck I didn't expect this." Y/n states trying not to hiccup as tears full her eyes.

It takes nearly an hour for they to set in and Lando feels restless not being able to do anything to help the pain.

"I shouldn't have let you go for the video." Lando mutters making her frown.

"Hey, you didn't know I'd manage some stupid crash. Don't even try to blame yourself. It's my fault. I crashed, I caused it and you know I would've told you to fuck off if you'd tried to stop me." Y/n frowns while he frowns back at her. "Lando."

"I still should've at least been there, I could've rearranged."

"I'm alive, I'll heal and saying you could've done something. Ok, well I could've just not crashed. But I did...All I want is you to lie with me and tell me that everything will be fine and that's all I need."

Lando softens a little since y/n never fails to just communicate everything when she tells him what she wants from him especially in times when she's feeling a little stressed or upset.

"I can definitely do that." Lando smiles leaning over and kissing her. "Are the painkillers properly kicked in?"

"Yeah. They're working, I promise."

His Sister | Lewis Hamilton

WC: 4.6K

Lewis Hamilton X Verstappen!Reader

Max Verstappen X reader!Sister

Summery: You have always been there for your brother, giving up everything for him, so when you decide to date his rival, what will he do.

Warnings: age gap(age not specified) mention of abuse, Jos Verstappen is an a-hole, Max is also an ass, bad childhood, bad father, cursing, alusion to smut but no actual smut

AN: this had me in tears at some parts, I was going, why did he do this 😭 as if I didn't write it, lol

Hope you all enjoy

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Part 2

Growing up, Verstappen wasn’t easy. Growing up with Jos Verstappen as your guardian and the one that has custody is hard. Being the oldest, Verstappen is damn near impossible. Could you have chosen to live with your mother? Yes, but that would’ve left Max alone with Jos, something you weren’t about to do. Admittedly you were young yourself, but even at a young age you knew that if Max was left with Jos alone it wouldn’t turn out good for your brother, you’ve always been motherly and have so much love in you that you just shared it with those around you and your siblings got the most of it. It made perfect sense to you as a young girl to leave your life with your mother and sister and go with your brother and father.

At one point you were the one Karting, you loved cars and karting since you were young, with both parents into motorsport it was hard not to, and even Jos couldn’t deny how good you were, but alas you’re a female and there’s no way you’d make it all the way to F1, something that Jos loves to remind you of. That’s the reason he stopped you from going once Max started winning in karting, and he wanted to focus on his child, who would achieve all his personal dreams and make it into F1. Maybe it’s your love for the sport that made it easier but you enjoyed every time you went to a track and watched the karts race, you dreaded after the races though, to Jos anything but first is a failure. On days like that, you’d follow your father and stand in his way, he’d shout at you and push you around, and you’d take it all in all in the hope that by the time he reached Max he wouldn’t be angry, or at least you’d take the blunt end of his anger. That didn’t always happen and on those days you’d just stay with your brother holding his hand, walking with him home in the cold, in the rain and in the heat of the sun, never letting him go through a punishment alone and never letting him go through your punishments.

It was all in the hope that Max would reach F1 one day, and he did, he’s in Formula 1 now, he’s been there since he was 17, he skipped so many steps and jumped into Formula 1, he went from Toro Rosso to RedBull in a record time and he was racing with legends and world champions before you had time to comprehend it. All whilst you watched him from the garage, as a family member and a part of his team, never missing a race. Driving him around when he didn’t have his driver’s licence, hugging him after each win and DNF, picking up the pieces after a scolding from Jos and tearing up when he got his first win. Always smiling and happy for him no matter what.

You’d think now that you’re all older, the talk from your father wouldn’t affect you, that you’d get used to his words, and they won’t affect you. But he’s your dad. It never gets easy.

So here you are standing at the back of the garage you’re both watching the screen, when the camera cuts to you, you smile a bit before it cuts off back to the race, with one pull you’re away from prying eyes of people in the garage. Only the few people at the back could see you.

“What?” You ask your dad with a frown. His grip on your bicep is like iron. You hold in a wince and look him in the eye.

”What was that?” He whisper shouted, you looked at him confused. “Don’t give me that stupid look. How many times have I told you, I don’t like that look.”

”I’m just confused, I don’t know what you mean.” You explain yourself and try to act normal, all while knowing it’s about to get worse, he’s in a mood, Max’s race hasn’t been going like he’d like, he’s currently in second with Checo in first, something bad in your dad’s books.

”Don’t play stupid, I know what you’re playing at.” Jos squeezes more, and you’re bound to have a bruise by tomorrow morning.

“I’m literally doing nothing.” You move trying to pull your arm out of his grip, and he lets go of you but leans down in your face.

”I saw that look you gave the camera, don’t ruin your brother’s image.” You close your eyes and bite your lip, and it takes you a few seconds before you neutralise your expression into blankness. “Don’t look like a slut, it could affect the sponsors.”

”But I wasn’t.” You mutter, but he just scoffs.

”Don’t. Play. Games. With. Me.” With each word through his fretted teeth, he poked/pushed you with his finger at your shoulder, having you move back every time.

”I’m not.” You insist. Thankfully, before he can reply, someone clears their throat, making you both look to the side to see Hemlut standing there. He doesn’t look amused.

”Keep your family affairs out of the garage, please.” Was all he said before he turned to look at the screen. It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes, giving your dad one last look you turn and go watch the race from a different spot in the garage as far away from him as you could get.

Max ended up winning the race, with Lewis second and Charles third. So all was good in the end, your brother won the race, your dad was back in his happy mode, and your day was ruined. You rushed with the crowd to congratulate Max on his win. Your brother comes to you for a hug. You kiss his cheek as you always do and pat his back.

”Congratulations Maxie.”

”Thanks.” He gives you a big smile before he’s rushed to get weighed, you look at Ferrari as they congratulate Charles, the sea of red eye catching, looking around you don’t see any Mercedes dressed personal in the vicinity. Your eyes then fell to the 7 times world champion, he’s sitting on the floor looking tired, his eyes swept over the teams looking for his own. You feel bad for him. His family must not be here today, and his team didn’t bother to show up for him.

Later that day, you found yourself pulled to a club to celebrate another Max win, you’re usually up for the celebration, but after what happened at the garage, you weren’t feeling up to it. However, you can never say no to Max when he asks you to do something all nice and loving, so that’s how you ended up here. In a random club, with a lot of Formula 1 workers from all teams and FIA, they’re all having the times of their lives as if they’re not rivals and hate each other, every other day of the week. You’ve sat down the moment you walked in and haven’t moved, drinks coming to you, but you’ve only been sipping light ones, not wanting to get drunk and deal with a headache in the morning.

An hour in, you head to the bar to order water or a soda, not in the mood to drink more. With a sigh, you lean on the bar and wait for the bartender to make his way to you, looking bored out of your life.

”You don’t look like you’re having fun.” Someone says, coming up to stand beside you, the accent familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint why before you turn and your eyes fall on a pair of brown eyes.

”Not really.” You say and shrug, turning so you’re both facing each other. “I mean you’re the first person to come up to talk to me in the last hour or something.”

”I don’t believe that, a beautiful woman like you.” Lewis gives you a small smile, and you chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I know, right, and here I dressed up, only for it not to work.” You say a tone of amusement lanced into your words, liking this banter going back and forth.

”I wouldn’t say it’s not working.” Lewis says and looks you up and down, you blush under his gaze but the smile doesn’t drop from your lips, the bartender comes up to you right then and asks you for your order, you ask for a glass of water and a soda, before he turns to Lewis who doesn’t ask for a drink. “You’re not drinking?”

”I had a couple of drinks, but I don’t feel like getting drunk.” You tell him, and he hums, you lean closer as if you’re going to say a secret. “Between you and me, I didn’t want to be here anyways.”

”Me neither, why are you here?” Lewis asks, you look around the club, and your eyes fall onto your brother having the time of his life with his friends.

”Because my brother wanted me to come.” You say not looking away from Max, who was smiling and enjoying himself, it brings a smile to your face seeing him carefree. Your favourite type of Max.

”You’re Max’s sister.” At Lewis’ words, you realise he didn’t know who you were, your head snaps to look at him and give him the smallest of smiles, a defeated look hiding behind your eyes. As if you’re expecting the worst.

”Yeah, is that a problem?” You ask him already knowing what he’ll say. Your brother is his biggest rival. There’s history between them, and it’s not all rainbows and sunshine. Just because they have respect for each other doesn’t mean they love the other.

”No, you’re not Max.” This did surprise you, and it showed on your face, Lewis winked, and you shook your head. “Do you want to head out of here?”

”Sure.” With that, you and Lewis turn and head out. Everyone’s too drunk or too occupied to see your retreating figures.

Let’s just say that you enjoyed your night, Lewis isn’t just good at racing. He did convince you to stay the night after everything was said and done, with his eyes half lidded and you both breathing hard it was the easiest yes you’ve ever said.

You woke up alone with the shower going in the background, feeling lazy. You sat up in bed and looked out the window. The view from his room was beautiful. You’re so lost in thought you don’t realise when the water stopped running or when Lewis came in the room. He stood there looking at you, your back bare for him to see, your hair messy, the sun coming from the windows making you glow. Lewis, dressed in only his boxers, moves to the bed and slots himself behind you, his bare chest meeting your back as his arms sneak around your waist, pulling you back. You lean into his chest and take a deep breath, content with the moment. Lewis’ lips find their home where your neck meets your shoulder, placing soft feather-like kisses up and down the exposed skin, you move your head to the side giving him more room to do as he wants.

”Lewis.” You moan suddenly breathless, Lewis moves his hands up your arms lightly before you wince in pain, making him stop all movements and pull away from you. You freeze and close your eyes instantly, knowing why you were in pain.

”What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Lewis asks, feeling guilt for causing you pain. You shake your head no and sigh, still not looking at him.

”No, no, it’s not you.” Lewis looks at where his hands were and he sees the bruise on your bicep, his mind goes to last night and he thinks over his actions, did he hold your bicep, maybe squeezed a bit too hard. It definitely looks like hand marks. You stand up still naked and snatch Lewis’s shirt from the night before from the floor where you threw it and slip it on. The oversized shirt falls mid thigh, and the short sleeves come down to your elbows covering your bruise.

”Who the fuck did this to you?” Lewis follows you off the bed, you turn to look at him crossing your arms protectively, suddenly feeling self conscious, you refuse to meet his eyes and clear your throat but no words came out of your mouth. “y/n, just tell me what happened?”

”It’s nothing. He didn’t mean to.” You mutter and shake your head, your hair falling into your face.

“Who? Who did it?” Lewis pleaded with you and you closed your eyes and bit your lip to stop the tears, it wasn’t a secret how rough your father is especially in the RedBull garage but no one outside a few observant people(which don’t include Max) know how rough he is with you.

”My dad, but he was just angry. He’s not like that, not anymore.” You mumble the last part, but Lewis heard it loud and clear, and just like yesterday, he surprises you. Lewis pulls you in for a hug, his tattooed arms just pulling you close, and he holds you. He just holds you.

”Bloody hell, love, I’m sorry.” Lewis says in your hair, and you raise your head to look at him, but still staying in his hold.

”You have absolutely no reason to be sorry.” You tell him and your hands move up to his face, lightly touching his cheek, your eyes taking him in. “I don’t really care.”

“It still doesn’t make it right. You shouldn’t go through something like this.” Lewis says, and you shrug.

”Life isn’t really fair.” He felt that there’s more behind those words. You didn’t just mean what happened the day before. There’s more pain in your voice, in your past, and to him, it looked like no one took the time to talk to you about them to help you through those pains. Lewis finds himself wondering why, he’s known you for less than 24 hours and all he wants to do is get to know you, uncover all your secrets, help you where you need help, support you where you need support.

”Well, if you let me, I think I can make it a little more fair.” Lewis says, deciding that this isn’t the last time he’ll spend time with you. He pulls back and goes to his bedside table where his phone rests.

”What are you talking about?” You ask him confused.

”Give me your number, I’m taking you out next time we’re both free.” Lewis says and hands you his phone. You slowly take it and look up at him with wide eyes.

”You want to go out with me? like on a date?” You wanted to make sure you understood him correctly.

”I do.”

“Even though you know I come with baggage.” You want to make sure he understands it won’t be easy.

”I don’t think it’s baggage, but even if it was, I don’t care.” Lewis gives you one of his smiles that make you weak in your knees, and you don’t think twice and type in your number. Lewis instantly calls you, and your phone rings before he ends the call. “Now you also have my number, and if you ever need something, or someone or a place to just call me.”

”Thank you.”

”I haven’t done anything yet, love.”

”Oh you’ve already done a lot.” Most people would act as if nothing happened and they saw nothing, most wouldn’t want to go out with you knowing there’s a lot in your past that needs solving, most wouldn’t go out with their rival’s sister, but most aren’t Lewis Hamilton, and you’re glad he’s not like the most.

You and Lewis start texting, getting to know each other. You see a side to the Mercedes driver you’ve never seen before. He’s so easy to talk to. You feel like whatever you tell him is a secret he’ll take to the grave. In the couple weeks since you’ve started talking you’ve been more open with him than anyone else, not just about your past and growing up with Jos but about your feelings. He never judges and gives the best advice. He’s been supportive and understanding to a point you’ve asked yourself how he is real.

You asked him to keep your budding friendship (turing relationship) a secret and he agreed 100% with you, it’ll cause a lot of trouble when and if it comes out, and you’re not ready for that. And for the first time in forever you don’t spend your free time between races where Max is, you fly to wherever Lewis is, and so for a month you both find that time to get to know the other in a way that you’ve never done before, and you find yourself being Lewis’s girlfriend and it makes you the happiest thinking about it. He’s made you happier, and those closest to you have noticed you’re more smiley and happy those days.

Sneaking around like children, not two adults was part of the fun, but it also made it harder for you.

”What are you smiling at?” Kelly asks, leaning closer to you. You close your phone in an instant to the amusement of your brother’s girlfriend. Max was in a meeting or doing something for media, so you and Kelly were having lunch in the paddock.

“Nothing.” You say, and your face flushes red, making her laugh.

”Come on, I can tell you’re texting someone.” Kelly laughs and nudges you. You roll your eyes and take a sip from your drink. “Who is he?”

”Nonone.”

”So there’s someone.” Kelly raises her eyebrows, and you sigh and nod your head. Yes, Kelly squeals and looks like she’s ready for a gossip session.

“Kelly, you’re not getting more out of me.” You tell the female, and she pouts.

”Why? Even Max is wondering who you’re texting all the time.” Kelly is confused, and rightfully so, you’re very open with her and Max. Not the type to keep something like this a secret. Or so they thought, but how can they be 100% sure when you haven’t been with anyone for years or even shown interest in anyone.

”That’s why I can’t tell you.”

”What? you can trust me, I won’t tell him if you don't want to.” Kelly felt offended that you didn’t trust her to keep a secret. She’s close to you. Anyone close to Max is close to you. His friends are your friends.

”I wouldn't do that to you, if he found out you knew and didn’t tell him he’ll get mad.” You explain to her, wanting her to understand where you’re coming from.

”No he wouldn't.” Kelly replies, and you give her a look making her sigh, Max is protective, and no one is good enough for you in his eyes. “Okay maybe he will be, but who could you be dating for you to be so sure he’ll get mad, anyways.”

“I love you, Kells, but I can’t tell you.” You both sat in silence for a bit, Kelly was thinking of any possible men you might’ve come across the last month, she started crossing some out of the list she made in her mind that you wouldn’t like, before her eyes went wide.

”It’s a driver!” She shouts, and a few eyes snapped to look at you both. You choke on your drink and cough a few times. “Sorry.”

”What the fuck Kelly, you want to tell the whole world?” You whisper shout and she looks apologetically muttering sorry.

”It’s a driver then.” She whispered and you reluctantly nod, who knew this lunch would cause you so much. “I’m not going to push you for more… yet.”

”Well thank god for that.” You mutter, but know that she’ll look and analyse every single interaction you have with any driver. Kelly went over the 19 drivers, crossing out those in a relationship. Nico, Kevin, Valtteri, Daniel, Checo, Carlos, Pierre, Alex, Esteban, Charles, Oscar, and George are all in a relationship. That narrows it down, but it’s still a bit, but a few are still single. Fernando, Lewis, Lance, Zhou, Lando, Yuki and Logan that left her with 7 drivers that are single, and you’re at the age that dating someone older would raise a few eyebrows and so would dating some of the younger drivers, but it wouldn’t be totally out of the box. Lance is the one closest to you in age, but she doesn’t think he’s your type.

After the Austin Grand Prix, Lewis makes it to your room, and a few teams booked their rooms at the same hotel, something that you’ve come to appreciate. Your room isn’t as big as Lewis’s but it just happened that he made it to your room, the brit, and you decided to chill and have a lazy night. The TV was on, but you both weren’t focused on it, each having a glass of Almave in hand, the non alcoholic drink your new favourite and it looked like you’d never run out of it.

You just finished telling Lewis about something that happened when you were younger and still karting, telling him about all the drama that happened then and how silly it is. His arm was on the back of the sofa beides your head, your legs over his lap, and his other hand was on your thigh rubbing softly at the skin visible from your bunched up shorts.

”Why did you stop karting?” Lewis asked, your smile from laughing wasn’t all gone yet, but it did falter a bit. You suck in your lips and run your tongue over them.

”My dad said that there’s no place for women in motorsport and that Max will carry the family name in Formula 1.” You shrug, your head dropping a little. The hand besides your head moves to your face making you raise your head and look at him, Lewis felt bad for you but he tried not to be obvious about it, he knew you wouldn't want him to.

“I know for a fact then if you continued, you’d be kicking all out asses on track.” Lewis said softly, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile.

”You haven’t even seen me karting.” You tell him softly and find that your breath hits his face from how close you’ve gotten.

”Next time we meet up, we’ll do that.” Lewis said and gave your thigh a squeeze. You hum and lean closer, your lips meeting his. His lips were warm and soft, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head. And as always, his lips made a spark ignite inside you and left you warm and fuzzy. Soft sighs left your lips as your lips moved, Lewis’s hand moved up your thigh and over your butt, tugging you so you’d move with him until you’re standing him. You pull back just a little, your breath mingling with his, his eyes looking at you and making you fall in love with him.

”Lewis.” Just the way you said his name left him breathless and needy, he pulled you down for your lips to meet again.

You’re both disturbed when Lewis’s phone rings, you move from on top of him and he reaches over to get his phone, seeing the caller ID he gives you an apologetic look and answers the phone. You sigh sadly, feeling a bit irritated to be interrupted, but Lewis is a busy man, and she understands this.

“I’m sorry, love, but I have to go.” Lewis leans over to kiss your head before hastily gathering his things. “It’s an emergency meeting, I’ll text you when I’m done and come back.”

”Okay, I’ll wait for you.” You say and lay back on the sofa taking out your phone to scroll through the TV is still going. Around half an hour later, your door is opened, making you raise your head and frown when you see Max walking in.

”How did you get in?”

”I have a card.” Max shows you the door card that had your room number on it.

”Why?” You ask him confused. He also relieved that he hadn’t come in when Lewis was still here.

”You’ve been losing yours a lot lately, so I thought to just ask for one.” Max shrugged as if it’s normal, he sat down in the chair by your legs so you could look at him, you rolled your eyes at his words, not needing to ask how the front desk gave it to him. You haven’t been losing your cards. You’ve been asking for an extra one to give to Lewis.

“What’s that?” Max asks, and you don’t bother looking up from your phone.

”What’s what?”

“That.” You sigh and sit up, looking to where your brother is pointing, your heart drops. Lewis forgot his watch, and it’s laying there on the side table that had a lamp on it, and it’s so very obvious not yours. The IWC Big Pilot’s Watch Perpetual Calendar ‘Lewis Hamilton’ Edition IW503002 is a beauty, but no way can it be yours. You curse Lewis in your mind for taking it off when he first came in. You open your mouth and close it a couple of times, trying to find words to say but coming up empty. “I’ve seen this before.”

”I don’t think so.” You say nervously, chuckling. Max frowns in thought as he tries to remember where he had seen the watch before.

”No I’ve seen it, I remember the red.” Max mumbles, and the moment he remembers you can tell, his face says it all. “L-Lewis? That’s who you’ve been seeing behind my back.”

”Max-“

”No you had your chance to tell me, but you didn’t.” Max stands up, and you follow suit. His voice is angry and irritated, a bit of betrayal in there as well. “How could you date Lewis and not tell me how could you even date him, I can’t believe you’d do something like this!”

”I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d get angry, and I didn’t want you to be angry.” You try to explain to him your reason, but he’s having none of that.

”Because I’m calm now.” Max says sarcastically.

”Max, this is why I didn’t tell you.” Your hands move in frustration, one of your legs shake in anxiety, and you whisper. “I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

”What is there to understand? You’re sleeping with my rival.” Max shouts, it breaks you. Max may have this image as the villain in public but he’s not like that with you, he’s always been nice and loving, you’re the best thing about his childhood, the warm hug he had, the person he relayed on, the person that could always make him smile. Seeing the look in his eyes makes tears gather in yours. “y/n, I can’t believe you. After everything you’re just, what? Selling yourself to Lewis-“

”Max.”

”-Do you have any idea-“

”Max.”

”-how this can affect my image-“

”Max, please.”

”-I thought I could count on you not to do something like this-“

”I didn’t.”

”-Dad was right.”

”Wh-what?” This just breaks you in two, completely shatters you.

”He said that you’re an attention who-“

”Okay enough.” You say and raise your hands in the air to stop him, tears leaving your eyes freely. “Please leave, I can’t hear you anymore, I can’t.”

Max fights the need to say sorry and hug you. He’s too in his emotions, and he’s too stubborn and hardheaded to say anything.

”Just leave, please.” Max turns and leaves your room. The quality time he wanted to spend with you is ruined. The moment the door closes, he feels like his relationship with you is forever changed. It cracked, and he curses himself for being so careless with his words.

Part 2

pairing: lewis hamilton x Wolff!fem!reader

author’s note: GOD this might be awful but please keep in mind that it’s my first story :) WILL most probably go through major adjustments.

summary: in which her father, Toto Wolff, has always told her to stay away from the young drivers. He never said anything about the older ones though…

warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, masturbation(f), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, age-gap, praise kink, bit of choking.

Being the daughter of a Formula 1 Team Principal never failed to be exciting.

Always VIP treatment, lots of traveling to beautiful countries, numerous job opportunities and getting to meet famous people. You were always grateful for your privileged life but never took advantage of it in a selfish way, although you enjoyed the things it had to offer from time to time. You always refused being treated differently just because of your status. You just weren’t that type of person. You liked working for the things you desired. Your adventurous side always loved a challenge, and that was also the thing your father admired and feared the most about you.

He always encouraged this side of you, ever since you were a kid. If you wanted to learn how to skate, he’d buy you a skateboard. If you spontaneously wanted to spend the next 3 months away from home in another country, he’d book your flight. One day you showed up at his office to show him your first tattoo. You always said you’d never get a tattoo, you didn’t think it would look good on you. But one day you randomly found yourself in front of a tattoo salon and couldn’t resist the curiosity. Your father was never a big fan of tattoos, but he laughed anyway, called you crazy and snapped a few pictures of the tattoo before sending them to your mom.

Toto didn’t have a lot of rules for you. He always told you “Just don’t get yourself in jail, maybe.”. But the most important and unwritten rule was “never involve yourself with the young drivers.”.

He thought they were immature boys and walking red flags, although he deeply respected them for performing in such a dangerous sport as Formula 1. You, on the other hand were never interested in any of them anyway. You befriended a few of the drivers, sometimes partied with them, but no one really caught your interest. No one besides Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis was your father’s most prized possession in the team. 7 times World Champion (or 8 if you ask me), a genuine person, an expert in what he was doing and the best he could get.

Lewis Hamilton emanated power everywhere he went. He always took his work and image very seriously, always told it as it was and his charming personality never failed to impress everyone in the room. Even the drivers looked up to him, hoping to one day be as great as him. Your first encounter with him was when you were only 15 years old, and to say that you were immediately intimidated by him was an understatement.

The nervousness you constantly felt when you were around him was originally a reaction to all the things you heard about the driver. But as time passed, you found yourself intimidated for others reasons. Maybe it was because you were a teenager and your hormones were going crazy, or because of all the books and fanfiction you used to read at that time, but you couldn’t take your eyes away from him anymore. Everything about him drew you in. His tall and muscular body, his numerous tattoos that gave him a dangerous and playboy vibe, his soothing but rough voice adorned with the most beautiful british accent, his braided hair and smooth skin… That man was basically sex on legs. One of God’s finest pieces.

He instantly took a very protective role in your life. To him, you were basically a child, especially due to the big age-gap between you. But you were also his boss’s daughter so he naturally felt the need to protect you.

Now, at 23, you managed to keep a close friendship with the driver. He was always there if you needed advice for something, always there to rant to about your crazy life and always there for a good time. You spent a lot of vacations with him and his friends. Went to a lot of road trips, skateboard dates, dinner or breakfast dates, countless movie nights, sometimes just the two of you. And although your crush on him never went away, in fact the adoration and attraction only deepened, he not once tried anything with you. He always kept things friendly between you two, decent.

And it frustrated the shit out of you. Sometimes you would catch him staring at you, or even touching you for a minute longer, but never more than that. And you slowly began losing hope that one day he’d see you as more than a friend and his boss’s daughter.

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It’s Friday night. Since you didn’t have any plans for today and were bored out of your mind, you decided to call Lewis to ask if he would go out with you tonight. He apologized and told you that he wasn’t really feeling like doing anything crazy tonight, but insisted that you could come over and spend time together, maybe watch a movie or something. You accepted immediately.

So here you were now, 1AM in his living room, with your head on his lap and eyes closed. You didn’t mean to fall asleep really, but your fucked up sleep schedule was beginning to take a toll on you, making you doze off at very random times. Plus, the way his hand was mindlessly running through your hair felt too good.

You slowly open your eyes when you feel Roscoe licking at your hand. With a groan, you try to sit up and take in everything that’s going on. How long have you been asleep for? “Suits” is still playing on the TV, the room is almost dark except for the light of the television, Roscoe is sitting by the couch, looking back at you with his tongue hanging out, and Lewis is on his phone, probably reading through his emails.

“Thought you’d never wake up.” He chuckled, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.

“I’m so sorry, Lewis.” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands in hope of getting rid of the sleepiness and the headache you just woke up with. “I didn’t mean to, lately I’ve been having trouble with sleep. Maybe it’s because of school, I don’t know. My schedule doesn’t really allow me a healthy bed time anymore.”

He looks worried as he reaches out to you, shaking your arm a little.

“You can sleep here if you want. It’s late, you’re obviously very tired. I don’t want you driving back home in this state.” He proposes.

“Yeah? I can?” You chuckle, placing your hand on his. Your stomach flutters when you feel his soft, warm skin.

He looks rather angelic in the low light. His eyes are shiny but tired, his lips look soft and juicy, and his body is comfortably spread on the sofa.

“You know you can, bunny.”

Bunny. He loves to call you that. Ever since you were a teenager, he’d always call you that. You found it cute.

“Okay, then. Can I borrow some clothes, though? These jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world to be honest.” You say, getting up from the couch.

“Yeah, sure.”

You follow him to the guest room. The bed looks cozier than ever, and you quickly find yourself hopping into it, groaning at the feeling of the comfortable and soft mattress. Lewis laughs and leaves you for a moment, but comes back a few seconds later, throwing some clothes on the bed beside you.

“Got you a shirt and some pants. But I’m not sure the pants are gonna fit though. You’re… a lot smaller than me for sure.” He spoke, crossing his arms to his chest. “Sorry.”

“No, Lewis. It’s all good.” You giggle, waving your arm lazily. “Thank you.”

You take a moment to look at him again. He has a soft smile on his face and his body is leaning against the door frame, the dim light in the room accentuating the muscles in his arms. He looked huge. And delicious.

Jesus.

“Good night.” He gently whispered. You say it back and then he finally leaves the room, leaving you all alone. And frustrated.

With a deep sigh, you grab the clothes he gave you and inspect them a little. A simple tie dye t-shirt(he loves these), and a pair of shorts, probably the smalest he had in his wardrobe. And they still looked big. Making a decision, you throw the pants on a chair and only keep the t-shirt, then start to change out of your clothes.

Once that was done, you floop back on the bed and check your phone real quick, before turning off the lights and pulling the blanket over your body.

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You woke up sweaty. With a groan, you quickly pull the covers off your hot body to try and get some air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the massive headache you just woke up with already makes you irritated.

Stretching your body a little, you reach for the phone sitting on the nightstand to check the time. 4AM.

“God dammit.” You curse under your breath, rubbing your face with your palm.

You could feel the faint smell of Lewis’s cologne on the t-shirt he gave you. Le Labo’s Rose 31, his favorite. Biting your lip, you bring the material to your nose and inhale the scent. A moan almost escaped you. You could basically feel him, it was like he was in the room with you again. And that definitely didn’t help your current state.

You start wondering what he might be doing right now. He’s probably sound asleep, spread on his king sized bed with nothing but his boxers on, quietly snoring, like he always does. You wish you were there to see him. Admire him. Touch his skin.

Subconsciously, you let your hand travel down your chest and under the shirt, touching at your hot skin. A shiver hits you, and you curiously start to feel around your stomach with your fingers. With eyes closed, you imagine Lewis touching you like that.

It wasn’t unusual for you to think about him like that. But in your defense, you just couldn’t help it. Everything about him felt masculine. His energy, his body, his voice, his gestures. He was basically the man you always dreamed of having, even for one night. You always wondered what he would be like in bed.

Maybe he’d whisper softly in your ear, call you “sweetheart”, take his time on making you feel good, praising you for how good you are for him. How good you take him. Or maybe, he’d manhandle you, make you do whatever he asks, put you in any position he wants while choking you with his big arms and mockingly slapping your face, degrading you for being such a whore, as his cock would slide in and out of you at an abusive pace, making your juices drip out of you with every deep, harsh thrust.

You don’t even remember the exact moment your fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties. You were definitely soaked, the wetness making a faint noise everytime your middle finger would flick at your pussy down to your enterance. A needy whimper escapes you. You needed more.

With the other hand, you quickly grab at your boobs, softly massaging them one by one and pulling on your sensitive nipples. It was all too much but still not enough. The material of your panties was drenched at this point, so you quickly moved them aside.

Circling your awaiting hole a few times, you insert a finger inside slowly.

“Mm, fuck.” You moan, hiding your face into the pillow so you could hopefully hide the sounds you were making.

You imagined Lewis doing this to you. Sitting between your thighs so he can have a clear image of your creamy pussy as he is pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’d have his mouth on you from time to time, sucking your clit harshly and moving his tongue from one hole to the other. His deep brown eyes would never leave your figure, trying to take in every single inch of you and memorize it, so he can always remember how desperate and ruined he makes you.

“Such a pretty pussy. U’re doing so good for me.” He’d praise.

The squelching sound of your cunt momentarily takes you off the trance. Your hand is wet and you’re working one more finger inside of you now, as your other hand desperately rubs at your sensitive button. You can’t believe you’re doing this in Lewis’s house, especially when his room is so close to yours, but you shamelessly don’t care enough about that right now, not when you’re so close to your orgasm.

“Mphh, Lewis…” You cry out, eyes shut.

As your back arches off the mattress, you start scissoring the fingers inside your pussy faster. You gasp for air as your legs begin to shake violently, your swollen clit throbbing uncontrollably. You moan louder than expected as you come all over your fingers, and the thought of Lewis hearing your needy sounds almost excites you more.

After a few moments, you remove the fingers from your pussy. You needed a shower so bad, maybe it would wash away the shame you were feeling at the pit of your stomach. Were you too loud? Did he hear how pathetic you’ve been, just from his scent and a few scenarios of him fucking you with his mouth and fingers?

Sitting up, you scrunch your face in disgust at the feeling of your drenched and cold underwear. You curse in your head for not taking them off early on. What the fuck were you supposed to wear now?

Deciding to swallow your shame, you finally get up from the bed to make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing your hands twice with the expensive soap bar, you look into the mirror to see just how messy you really were. Your cheeks were flushed, your mascara was smudged, skin was glowy with sweat and your hair looked like a bird nest. Basically, it was as if you had just taken part in a gangbang.

With a sigh, you take off your panties and run them through the water, trying to wash away the sin you had just committed. Getting lost in thoughts, your stomach almost startles you as it begins to growl loudly. The little amount of energy you had left and now you felt hungry, and incredibly thirsty. Balancing your options, you wonder if you should leave the room to go get something to eat from the kitchen. Your panties were still wet and you couldn’t imagine wearing them now, but you knew you’d never be able to fall asleep again if your stomach constantly demanded food. Plus, drinking tap water was never an option.

“Fuck.”

Slipping your underwear back on, you inspect yourself in the mirror a little and pull on Lewis’s t-shirt, making sure that it covers enough, just in case.

The whole penthouse is silent as you walk to the kitchen. A few lights are still on, but that’s just how Lewis prefers it. You assume Roscoe is in his room fast asleep as well, because you don’t run into him on your way. Opening the fridge, you immediately grab a bottle of water and place it on the counter, before scanning for some food. The indian takeout boxes were really calling your name right now, so you grabbed two of them before closing the door with your foot.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You almost drop the boxes from your hands when you hear his voice. Turning around, you find him staring at you, with a little smirk on his face.

“You almost shit your pants, bunny. Did I scare you?” He laughs, approaching you.

“Jesus, Hamilton. Almost gave me a heart attack, could’ve died right here on your kitchen floor.” You exhaled, dropping the boxes on the table and placing a hand on your chest, trying to see if your heart was still beating.

“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again.” He chuckles and briefly massages your shoulders, before pushing past you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After he takes a few sips, he speaks again. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You bite back, drinking from your own water, almost gulping down the whole thing.

The thought of what you just did a few moments ago creeps into your head again, and you suddenly wish the ground would swallow you. What if he heard? You get self conscious remembering that you’re only wearing his shirt and your destroyed pair of panties that were still wet and uncomfortable, so you pull on the hem to hopefully try and cover yourself as much as possible.

His top lip twitches for a second, then he smiles and shrugs. “Was thirsty.”

He looked absolutely delicious now, with nothing on but a pair of grey shorts and his braids down. His abs were shining underneath the dim lights, and all you wanted right now really was to drop down on your knees and lick them. You couldn’t look further down though, you feared you might pass out if you saw the imprint of his dick in his pants.

You had the opportunity to take a peek, though. Multiple times. Especially on race weekends, when he would just grab his dick in his hand and struggle to readjust himself through the racing suit before hopping in the car. You knew he was big. You fantasized about how he would feel on your tongue, heavy and large. About how he would fuck your throat rough, making you choke on his cock. About how he would hardly be able to slide into your tight, warm pussy, but when he would finally make it, he’d rip you apart with it until you were left a crying, overstimulated mess.

“Why are you so red, bunny? Are you ill?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

When you finally snap out of your filthy thoughts, he’s already in front of you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand, looking concerned.

“N-no.” You almost sound unsure, your voice cracking a little.

“No?” He shakes his head, cupping your flushed cheeks in his hands.

You couldn’t make eye contact with him, even though you knew he was intently watching you. He was so close that there was almost no space to breathe anymore, and you couldn’t take it, so you hesitantly backed off.

A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face though, and he quickly looked you up and down before grabbing a fork and digging into the food left on the table. You just stood there, petrified. No thoughts behind your eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He spoke again.

Well, the hunger disappeared, that’s for sure.

You shake your head then clear your throat. “Not hungry anymore. I think I’ll just go back to bed.”

“Hm.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, so you grab the bottle of water and make your way past him, whispering a “good night” softly. After a few seconds, he speaks again.

“Maybe this time you’ll be able to get some sleep instead of moaning my name while you’re touching yourself.”

Your stomach drops. Maybe you’re imagining things. Maybe you’ve gone crazy. But there’s no way this was happening right now. This can’t be real.

You’re stuck in your place for a few moments, calculating your possibilities of escape. Throwing yourself out the window sounds like a good idea now. But you feel cornered, and you can’t think of what to do or say. You were doomed, for sure. But you choose to play dumb instead, so you anxiously turn to him and speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been asleep the whole time.”

He says nothing, and that worries you even more.

Then he throws the fork in the sink and finally faces you. He lifts his eyebrows and leans on the counter, with his arms folded to his chest.

“No, you weren’t.” He spoke. “Come here.” He gestures with his hand.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to listen to him and get closer.

“Please don’t tell dad.” You beg. There was no point in denying anymore. He knew.

He chuckles then, and furrows his brows, looking at you funny. God, you just wish all this would be over already. It felt humiliating.

“You think I’d tell Toto about how his daughter is pleasuring herself to the thought of me?”

His words come out as a whisper as he carefully moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know…”

“What were you thinking about?”

You finally get the courage to look into his eyes then. You’re not sure you heard him right.

“What?”

“I think you heard me just right, princess. What were you thinking about when you had these pretty fingers deep inside your pussy?” He asks, lifting your hand and pressing a few kisses to your fingers.

A whine almost escapes your mouth while you’re watching it happen. You’ve never heard Lewis talk like that, especially towards you, and it both sexually frustrated you as well as made you impossibly shy. A deep shade of red is present on your face and you seriously don’t know if you should just risk it all and tell him about your little fantasies or act dumb about it.

“Y/n”

You snap out of it. “I-I don’t know what to say, Lewis. This is so humiliating.” You sigh deeply, covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, hey.” He shushed you, pulling you into his arms. He smelled so good, and his skin felt hot pressed against yours, even with the t-shirt you were wearing as a barrier. “No need for that, bunny. It’s just me.” His words come out as a whisper as he is moving his hand up and down your back. “…Just us.”

Lifting your head slowly, you look into his eyes and bite your lip. This was all you ever wanted. For him to want you back. And now that he finally hinted that he might be into you in that way, had you at a loss of words and action.

Fuck it, you thought. It’s been too long. Too much time spent on secretive glances, crushing, overthinking, masturbating to the thought of him. Maybe you could finally get something out if it.

“I was thinking of you… Touching me.”

“Good girl. How was I touching you, hm?” The praise goes straight to your core as his head falls to your neck to press a few wet kisses, and you swore you could die right there on the spot. His hands squeeze your waist a little before traveling down to your ass, massaging patiently, waiting for you to respond to his question.

You moan at the action, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you like that. In a second, he lifts you up by your thighs and you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist. He sits you on the counter then positions himself between your bare legs. His warm hands touch the insides of your thighs, making your breath hitch. You still can’t believe this is happening.

“You look so good in my clothes…” He mumbles, lifting one of his hands to your shirt and squeezing your skin a little. When he reaches your breasts, he squeezes harder.

“Mm… Lewis…” You whine pathetically, waiting for more.

“That’s what you were moaning a few minutes ago, baby?”

You look up to find him staring at you intently with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. His eyes were darker, full of lust. You enjoy having him like this, you realized. A man, the man you dreamed about, about to pleasure you.

“Yes.” You confess sincerely, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’re such a naughty girl…” He whispers, touching your soft cheek with his finger.

His other hand starts wondering further underneath your shirt, and you find yourself opening your legs wider, waiting desperately for his touch. You can feel one of his fingers pressing against your clit only a few seconds later, and you can’t help but moan already. He rubs tight, circular circles on your sensitive button and groans, pushing your body back. You lean back and let him lift your legs on the counter.

“Shit, bunny. You look so delicious right now."

He reaches the band of your underwear and pulls on it urgently, leaving you bare in front of him. Normally you'd get self conscious everytime a man saw you naked, but for some reason that wasn't the case now. The desire to have Lewis eat you out was much bigger than any insecurity you may have. You grow impatient already just thinking about it and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. He notices.

“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy.”

“Please.” You say immediately, eager to feel his tongue on your most sensitive spot.

He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and gets on his knees, holding onto your shaky legs. You played this scenario in your head over and over again so many times, and you craved to see it finally happen. You really need to see him.

Standing up a little, you think you might just pass out. There he was, propped between your legs, licking a fat stripe of your pussy. He makes eye contact then and moans, connecting his lips to your puffy clit and sucking, hard.

Your body twitches on instinct and you whimper, pushing your needy pussy into his face. He moans and starts licking up and down your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you from time to time.

“Yes… Just like that.” You manage to say.

He’s hungrily lapping at your cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days, collecting all your sweet essence with his eager mouth. You can’t help but yelp a little when you feel two of his thick, long fingers pushing inside your tight pussy. It stings a little, but he doesn’t let you adjust, instead he pushes them deeper and curls them, making your eyes roll and your jaw drop.

“Oh my god." You gasp, arching your back so hard that you think it might break in half. His mouth is still attached to your sensitive clit, pressing torturous licks on it.

He pulls away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers push in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were glued to your pussy, like he was hypnotized by the sight. And he was. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and you think you’d never seen something hotter in your entire life.

“Look at you, baby… Hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making for me? You’re so fucking wet.” He humms and gives your puffy clit a sharp slap, fucking his fingers faster inside you.

You scream his name, like you always dreamed of doing. You’re desperately trying to hump his hand to get more, already feeling the familiar tightness in your lower stomach building rapidly. He doesn’t like that, so he quickly pushes your hips down with his free hand, keeping you in place. You don’t get to protest, because then he curls his fingers right on your g-spot, having your body tense immediately. You’re almost breathless and trashing your tiny body on his counter, and when he gets his hand on you and starts to flick your clit with rapid movements, you know you’re done for.

“That’s it. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.”

You don’t hear anything for a few seconds after that. Your ears are tingling, your toes are curling and your whole body is shaking violently. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers.

While you’re busy trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, a bit slower now, and he reattached his mouth to your pussy, licking it slowly.

Feeling overstimulated, you immediately jerk away from his touch, twitching uncontrollably.

“N-no… too much!” You whimper, pushing his head back.

“Mm.” He slowly removes his fingers, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. He’s chasing a trail of cum that your pussy is pushing out with his tongue and moans. “Such a sweet pussy. Sweetest I’ve ever had.” He praises.

You don’t say anything. Mostly because you can’t. Your whole body feels like jelly, still shaky from the powerful orgasm you just had. But you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. No, he gets up and grabs your chin forcefully, smashing your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin and your pussy leak. Again.

When he finally pulls away, he takes a moment to look at your fucked out expression and humms, licking his lip.

“Was it good, bunny?” A smirk creeps out on his face.

“Yes…” You reply, the shyness taking place in you again as you batt your eyelashes at him.

“Good…” He whispers softly, tugging slowly on your bottom lip. “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

God, the things this man makes you feel. He just fucked you stupid with his mouth and fingers and now he wants to fuck your pussy? It had to be a dream.

You want to take advantage of this moment for as long as you can.

“Fuck me, Lewis. I want it.”

The way you just look up at him so innocently but so seductive at the same time, with lips swollen, slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, makes his dick twitch. It isn’t the first time he’s rock hard for you though. No. You never knew this, but he had his eyes on you too. For the past few months, at race weekend, everytime he’d see you, you’d have him losing his mind. Walking around in short skirts and crop tops, or those lovely sundresses you adore so much. It made his dick throb, and he had to make up some excuses a few times just to run back to his driver’s room and touch himself. But he wasn’t only attracted to you because of those things. Your energy captivated him completely, and he knew he wasn’t the only one dreaming about having you. He wasn’t blind, nor stupid. He saw the way the other younger drivers or random people in the pit crew looked at you. How they smiled at you or tried to make you laugh, subtly touching you. It made him feral.

Toto was his boss. They go way back. Lewis admired your father, in many ways, and the bond they formed through working together was tight, for sure. He knew about the stupid rule he had for you, about dating or messing around with the drivers, and he respected that. Up until recently, when he started looking at you in a different light, and the rule suddenly frustrated him deeply. He never had a problem staying away from you. The need to protect you was the only thing on his mind. Then he started to finally see you.

How smart you were, how much joy you bring when you walk into a room. How everyone stops to look or listen to you when you talk. How adventurous you are and openly emotional without a care about what other people might think of you. The way you’re always there for people, the warmth you possess. Your unintentional seductiveness. Your charm.

Now, he had you exactly where he wanted. He wasn’t sure at first if he should tell you that he heard your sweet sounds when you masturbated to the thought of him, but he became desperate. All he needed was confirmation that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. And he got it. He wasn’t gonna let you slip away this time. And he was done thinking about how complicated the situation is with your father.

Grabbing at your hand, he helps you get off the counter. You look at him confused, scared that he might realize that everything was a mistake and he’d changed his mind. But the thought quickly vanishes when he starts kissing your neck and nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt with his hands.

“I’m not gonna fuck you in a kitchen. My sweet baby deserves a bed, no?” His raspy voice sends goosebumps on your skin and you nod, letting him walk you backwards to his room, as he finally manages to get rid of the only material left on your body.

When you get to his room, he carefully pushes you on the bed, with him on top. The cold air in the room hits your sensitive flesh and makes your nipples harden. Licking your lips, you raise your head from the soft pillow to look at him. His gaze is darkened and his bottom lip sits between his teeth, pulling at it desperately, like he was trying so hard to keep his control. You wanted him to lose it. All of it.

“Please, Lewis… Fuck me. Wanted this for so long.” A whine escapes your lips and you pout, caging his body between your legs as your legs wrap tightly around his torso.

Your confession made him groan. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever. How needy you are begging for him to fuck you, how pretty you looked all spread out on his bed, with your hair tousled on his pillow, your lips puffy from his kisses and your eyes glossy and dazed.

Finally, he gets rid of the shorts he was wearing, pulling them off along with his boxers. You're left speechless as you shamelessly stare at his very erect cock. It's thick and you can spot a few angry veins almost popping, running up towards the head. It's standing proud and tall glued to his pelvis, almost reaching his belly button, and it has your mouth water.

He notices how you stare at him with your cheeks flushed and your lip between your teeth and smirks, tapping your thigh a few times to get your attention.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"It's so big..."

"Yeah? Never had a real man before, princess?" He asks, raising your leg to his shoulder and pressing soft kisses on your soft skin while maintaining eye contact with you.

You shake your head timidly.

"Gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?"

"Yes." You respond immediately, squirming under him.

"Just hold on for a sec. I gotta have some condoms in here." He lets go of your leg and leans towards his nightstand to search for the condoms.

"W-wait." You stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. You were anxious when your next words left your lips. "I... I'm clean, and on birth control, so if you want, there's no need for that."

He turned his head to look at you and stopped in his tracks.

"Want me to fuck you bare, bunny?" He reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, with a grin on his face.

"Mhm." You mumbled, nodding your head. "If that's okay with you, of course!" You rushed the words out.

"I'm more than okay with that." He hummed, caressing your hip with his thumb. "Come 'ere."

He pulled you lower on the bed and leaned forward, gripping your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. He kisses you slow at first, taking his time to taste you. Then, as his hands start to explore your naked body, it turns wild. You feel dizzy as you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him even closer and your hot bodies stick to each other. It feels so intimate, you've never experienced something like this with someone before. His erection is standing right between your legs and it makes you raise your hips eagerly. You want him inside already.

"So eager." He whispers and smirks, pulling away a bit.

You glance down and lick your lips as he lines himself up, watching him tap your clit a few times with his cock, then pushing his head through your sensitive folds to collect all your juices. It sends jolts of electricity through your body and you whimper, spreading yourself a bit more. When he finally slides in, it's so overwhelming that you let your mouth hang open with a loud moan. The stretch is stinging a lot, but there's another sensation that comes with it that makes it so pleasurable at the same time.

Lewis watches you carefully and stills his movements, to let you adjust to his size. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you try to relax as much as you can to accomodate your thight walls around him. Once you feel the pain diminuate a bit you nod your head, letting him know that he can move further.

He slips in a little more then and lets himself moan at the heavenly feeling of your bare, tight pussy squeezing him tightly.

"Doing sooo good, baby. Taking me like a pro." He praises, moving your damp hair out of your face.

He bottoms out inside you and you whimper. He's so deep that you could swear you felt it in your stomach, but you want more.

As if he could read your mind, he slowly pulls out a bit then pushes himself inside again, making you let out tiny mewls and moans as you got to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. Lewis humms and buries his face in your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses all over it before going down to your breasts and taking one of them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your hard, sensitive nipple. He starts to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm while taking your other breast in his mouth and all you can do is arch your back and whine, overwhelmed by the intense feeling.

"So fucking tight." He hissed, leaning back to grab your thighs and lift them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to hit your spot better. You felt so full of him, and you were ready to cry from the pleasure.

"Lewis." You let out a loud moan and touch his abs, scratching them as he suddenly surprises you with a rougher pace that makes you roll your eyes back and let out a cry.

“Shit.” He curses, groaning when he feels your pussy clench around his fat cock. “Thought about fucking this pretty pussy every single day lately. And now look at you, all fucked out on my bed.”

His words make your head spin. You had no idea he thought about this just like you did, so many times.

“Y-you thought about me?” You manage to ask between moans, looking down for a second to catch a glimpse of his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.

He went in for a messy kiss then pulled back a little, looking at you with half closed eyes. “You have no idea.” He mutters, grabbing your neck softly.

The sounds in the room are intoxicating. It’s filled with heavy breaths, moans, skin slapping repeatedly and the filthy sound of your impossibly wet pussy getting filled to the brim by Lewis. Your gaze is locked with his and it feels like there’s just the two of you left in this world. Nothing matters anymore. Not your dad, not your age gap, nothing. It’s so intense and intimate that it almost has your heart burst out of your chest.

Your thighs are trembling as he folds them to your chest, and your hands are frantically searching for something to grip onto, while incoherent sounds are dripping off your lips.

“You wanna cum, princess?” He asks, smirking down at you.

“Yes! Yes, please please don’t stop.” You beg, shaking your head as short screams leave your mouth.

He’s quick to drag a hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb to force your release. The added pleasure makes you pulsate rapidly around his cock and you find yourself arching your back off the mattress again, struggling to breathe as your orgasm is nearing quickly.

“Come on, want you to make a mess on this cock, baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head pathetically and yelp when he pinches your swollen clit, letting out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. It hits you so quickly and so violently that it makes your breath get stuck and your eyes squeeze shut while your legs are uncontrollably shaking. Your juices are dripping down Lewis’s cock and onto the mattress underneath you, and it’s a sight to die for as he watches it all happen.

“Good girl. Did so good f’ me.” He coos, but doesn’t stop the movements of his hips, although he slows down a bit to let you come down from your orgasm.

When you open your eyes to look at him, you find him already looking at you, with an enamored expression on his face. His hand is softly caressing your thigh while he is admiring the post-orgasmic glow of your skin.

Soon enough, he is picking up his pace again and you whine in discomfort and overstimulation, furrowing your brows.

“Can’t. Please. Can’t.” You squirm underneath him.

“You can, baby. Come on, just a little bit more.”

Using his arms, he spreads your legs wider so he can have more access to you. His thrusts quicken again and his fingers attaches themselves to your clit again, pressing into it in circular motions. You were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely move inside you but he pulled through, ramming his hips into yours with brutal force, trying to chase his own release.

“Oh.” You gasped and glued your eyes down to where your cunt was greedily sucking him in. Your milky essence is visible at the base of his cock and the sight is downright filthy.

“Fuck.” He grunts, also watching where you two are connected before he lunges towards you and grips your neck more tightly and yanks you forward a bit. You prop up on your elbows and look at him with wide, doe eyes, moaning uncontrollably. “Where do you want it, bunny?”

“Inside!” You respond immediately, placing one of your hands around his wrist. “Want you to come inside me. Please.”

Your eagerness to take his cum inside your tiny walls makes him shiver with enthusiasm. His tip hits your g-spot with every powerful snap of his hips and it made you part your lips in bliss. Lewis takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you messily. You suddenly start to feel a different kind of pressure at the pits of your stomach and you wince, pulling back from the kiss.

“Lewis… I think there’s something wrong. Feels different.” You slurred, your eyes widening in fear.

“It’s alright, baby. I’m here. Give me one more, yeah?” He grunted, flicking at your clit with his palm rapidly.

The bed is moving with the rhythm of his aggressive thrusts and you feel your muscles contract and twitch with every move. You’re fluttering around him desperately as you scratch down his back with your polished nails and he moans deeply.

“Fuck. Gonna stuff this cunt. Come on, come for me. again, baby.” You know he is close by how much you can feel him throb inside of you.

With a particularly sharp thrust your orgasm washes over you, and you scream, letting your back fall on the mattress as you squirted, your juices making a mess on both you and Lewis. The sight makes him burst instantly and he groans, throwing his head back while he stills inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.

You’ve never done this before. I mean, you definitely heard of squirting, but no one was ever able to get you to this stage. You quickly become self conscious. What if he didn’t like it? What if he found you disgusting now? Terrified, you look up to him only to find out how wrong you were. He is already looking your way, with a huge smirk on his face.

“Look at that. My girl squirted all over the place.”

You blush deeply at his words and cover your face with your hands, but he is quick to grab them and pin them to the bed around your head.

“Why are you hiding? What’s wrong?” He chuckled, amused by the childish action.

“I… I’ve never done that before.”

“Did it feel good though?” He asked with a smug grin.

“Mhm…” You bite your lip and writhe slightly, making him moan at the sudden movement.

He carefully pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, only to see both of your releases slowly drip out of your cunt. He humms and brings two fingers there to massage around your hole, and then he pushes them inside, fucking the cum back into you.

You whine and he stops, looking back at you.

“Wait here for a second, hm? I’m going to draw you a bath.”

You nod and thank him quietly, watching him lovestruck as he gets up from the bed, collects his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, then disappears to the bathroom.

Few minutes later you’re both in the tub, your back is pressed against his chest and your eyes are closed in relaxation while he is lazily running his hand through your hair.

Even though the silence is comfortable, you can’t help but start to overthink. What was he thinking about? You didn’t necessarily think he regretted what you did, but what did it mean? Was he going to ghost you after that? Act like nothing ever happened? You wouldn’t judge him, especially considering the situation with your father, but you hoped that it wouldn’t be the case. Part of you was convinced that he wouldn’t just leave you in the dark like that. That wasn’t Lewis. Could never be Lewis. But your insecurities are still eating you alive.

Then he takes you by surprise again by reading your mind. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was actually wondering what were you thinking about.” You chuckle, leaning your head back a bit to look at him. God, how can this man be so beautiful?

He smiles softly and nuzzles his nose along your cheek, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to it.

You let out a breath and sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation. “I was just asking myself… what now, I guess.” You shrugged, with a heavy heart.

He furrows his brows and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What do you want?”

You gulped and licked your lips, looking at him through your lashes. “I want you.”

“Then you have me. And you know I want you too. But it’s going to be a lot more complicated than that.” He whispers to you and you feel your heart drop on the spot, afraid of what he might be insinuating.

Noticing the broken look in your eyes, he quickly places his hands on both your cheeks and leans forward. “What I mean by that is, that we should be careful. I know keeping things a secret isn’t healthy, but giving the circumstances, I don’t think it would benefit either of us right now if someone found out about what we have going on. I promise that it won’t last forever, I would never keep you a secret, but for now that’s just the way things are.”

You take in his words. You know he is right. And you’ll take anything as long as it means that he’ll be finally yours. Even though the thought of keeping a secret like that, especially from your dad, makes you feel uneasy. But you’re so ready to give it a shot, just for him. What if everything turns out alright in the end?

“I know. And I understand.” You nodded, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.

When you pull back, he gives you a quick wink and a smile, tapping the inside of your thigh lightly. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥

Norman Nordstrom x F!Reader

requested by: @babygurl97​

wordcount: 2.4k words

summary: Teasing Norman is never a good idea.

warnings: smut, rough sex, age-gap

After the murder of his daughter, Norman Nordstrom lived in a world full of silence. The only noise that came from his house for a long time was the occasional sound of his dog barking when someone was at the door. That all changed when you came into his life. Your presence breathed so much life into the home. Music always seemed to flow throughout the space; accompanied by your soft voice that he came to love.

No longer was he claimed by the past through his loneliness. Anytime his mood would grow dark you would be there to keep him grounded. Your gentle touch and words always hit the right buttons. You were the only person Norman could stand to be around. (Although, he loved your companionship more than he would admit.)

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[ “back seat “ ; undertaker x fem!reader smut ]

[ request for @teehopper ]

[ word count ; 932 ]

he stood out of sight from others, behind a red velvet curtain, just peering though, watching on as you interacted with your fans. his signing ended an hour ago, some of the boys had invited him for drinks at the bar opposite the arena, but he declined. he stood there, enamoured with you, you had always been a fan favourite, mainly with the little ones. their smiles beaming as they dragged their parents to your booth, some no older than five years old. asking for pictures and hugs, all of which you happily obliged. he felt his stomach flip with delight, the sight of you with children he always treasured, how gentle and caring you were with them, comforting them while they wept tears of happiness, petting their heads gently as you wrapped them in your warm embrace.

a rush flowed through him. he had always wanted children. he had often wondered how you’d look while pregnant. your skin glowing, belly swollen with his child, it made him want to end your signing early, pulling you backstage and filling your repeatedly with his warmth. he gulped thickly, he could wait a few more minutes, he’d noticed that the line had shortened while he was lost in his fantasy. the next ten minutes were a daze for him, time moving quicker that he initially anticipated, thoughts racing in his mind, he knew you’d make a wonderful mother, he knew you’d look absolutely stunning with a bump, he may not be able to control himself seeing you like that, he didn’t even realise that your signing had ended nor that you were standing right in front of him.

“babe, what’s the matter?” you spoke up, breaking his trance, your finger lightly poking at his hip to gain his attention. he looked down at you, startled, your smaller frame almost completely shadowed by his much larger one. he gulped slightly, his mouth going dry, feeling his heart rate increase with every second.

“do you want kids?" he stated bluntly, taking your hands in his. you were taken aback by his sudden question, taking a few seconds to process it.

“yes of course-“

“we’ll let’s go make some then” he barely gave you anytime to respond, he drags you to the car, eyes full or lustful intent, his cock aching to fill your tight little pussy. he cursed himself fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the car, pulling out of the car park, speeding down the highway to the hotel. you felt a thick pulse in your cunt, never have you seen him so urgent, so needy, his knuckles bone white as they clenched the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road, intensely focused it made your cunt slick with arousal.

“play with your cunt for me princess” he commanded. “i need to hear your moans or else i’m gonna go insane!”

you did as told, slipping out of your shorts, rubbing your already sensitive clit through your panties. gentle moans spilling from your lips. he looked more enraged the longer the car ride felt, you tugged your panties to the side, your cunt in full view of him, you sunk two fingers deep inside your aching hole, pumping yourself roughly, his name spilling from your lips with pleading moans, the lovely sound ringing through his ears.

“fuck it...” he grumbled, pulling off the highway, finding a more secluded area. he turned to you, eyes dark as you painted with need.

“back seat. now” he commanded, stripping himself. you crawled into the backseat, ass teasingly swirling in the air, earning a rough slap from him. you tugged off your jeans, your panties soaked with your cum. he hooked your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you ruthlessly. he lifted up your shirt, plucking your perky nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs, tugging them roughly, pinching and twisting them. he adored the way your tight hole would take his length, having you screaming for more even when he only had the first couple of inches in.

“oh god daddy, you’re so fucking big!” you cried out, your tight pussy stretching around his size, his hand gripping your throat with some force, squeezing lightly as you let your tongue slip past your lips, moaning and panting as he absolutely wrecked you, his thumb teasing your clit just for good measure, swirling and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves until he had your thighs trembling. your body thrashing around in the back seat, as he pushed his thumb harder against your clit, he cock filling your tight cunt with every thrust.

“my little slut, you’re just begging to be filled with my cum, aren’t you?” he groaned, picking up his speed, leaning down to litter your chest with hickeys, sucking deeply at the skin, marking you with with hues of purple. he hooked his arms under your hips, holding them up, the new angle allowed his cock to sink deeper into you void, pushing his thumb harder to your clit. as you shuddered underneath him.

“yes daddy! please fill my pathetic cunt with your cum!” you cried out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure. his cock absolutely destroying you with thick heavy thrusts. his grunts were signalling his end, hot thick ropes of his cum filling your warmths with feverish moans. the sensation made your toes curl, his hot cum radiating against he walls of your soaked cunt as you squirted around his size.

“baby, you’ll look so fucking hot pregnant with my kid”

Your Brother is Here

warnings: mentions of fighting, angst, and low self esteem.

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You hated how famous your brother was. Of course you you were proud of him but never truly wanted to be in the spotlight. If it was up to you, you would rather live a quiet life. With how famous your brother was that your wish of living a quiet life was impossible to come true.

You found comfort in reading, art, and music to distract you from your busy life. Your brother never really visited you and your family. Since he was so busy all the time with football and basically everything, he rarely visited. You liked it like that though. When your brother did visit he didn’t stay for long.

The max of his stay was usually a week and if lucky a couple extra days. When he was home you would ignore him. He usually brought gifts for your mom and dad but since he wasn’t close with you, he didn’t know what to get you.

You didn’t mind though but he felt bad so he would get small gifts but you were always grateful. Your mom complained a lot on how you should be closer with him because y’all are family but you just came up with excuses.

The truth was you did wanna be closer when you were little you were way closer to your brother but as you got older you just got distant. A lot of people knew who you were related to because of the internet and also because you and your family were spotted at games before.

You didn’t like going but being the youngest well let’s just say your parents took you everywhere. You hated being there because of the big crowd and you having major anxiety didn’t help. Cameras were always near you and your family.

At school you were popular but not because of your looks, personality, or anything else only because you had a famous brother. People always tried becoming friends with you because of your brother. People had this weird obsession with your brother and since you were his sister. They thought if they got closer to you and befriended you that they would marry your brother.

The amount of times that has happened is unbelievable. So instead of having a lot of friends, you found comfort in your own little friend group.

Your friend group consistented of 5 people.

You, Ava, Sophia, Arabella, and your other friend Julie. You had transferred schools and got closer with them and they welcomed you to be apart of their friend group. You finally thought you found real friends that will befriend you just because of your brother. Unfortunately things were gonna go bad.

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You were having a nice day, you were gonna hang out with your friends today. Y’all had made a plan to go to the mall and shop around and get food. Your mom pulled up to the entrance of the mall. You were texting in the group chat.

we love mac and cheese🤪

you:hey I’m here!! Is anyone else here?

Arabella: I’m here ima go for u, where are u?

you: I’m at the entrance

Arabella: onw

“Where are your friends?” Your mom asked as she looked around. You looked up from your phone.

“Oh Arabella is coming to get me” you answered.

Your mom turned to look at you and nodded.

“Okay be careful and have fun” your mom said as you got out of the car. You waved as you closed the car door.

After you closed the door your mom drove off. After two minutes your friend finally came to get you.

You waved at her as she greeted you. Y’all started heading inside while you waited for the rest of your friends to come.

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Once all of your friends arrived, you and you friends headed to different shops. You brought new clothes, jewelry, and other things like posters and books.

You had your arms interlocked with two of your friends as y’all were looking for where to go next.

Your friend Ava pointed to a jersey store. It was fairly small but had a good collection of jeresys, hats, and necklaces.

“We should go in! I wanna get a kc jersey” Ava exclaimed.

Ava dragged all of you in before you got to say anything.

The owner of the store watched y’all come in.

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You stood uncomfortably while your friends Ava and Arabella scrolled through the jerseys for the chiefs.

That’s when your friend Ava got the jersey she wanted but something unexpected happened. She pulled out the jersey you least expected her to pick.

As she looked at the jersey you noticed the last name.

‘Mahomes’

Ava exclaimed happily as she and Arabella both got Mahomes jerseys. Julie could read your expression.

“Are you okay?” Julie asked beside you.

You snapped back to reality and nodded to reassure her you were okay. She smiled at you but didn’t say nothing after that.

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When your friends finally decided what to get y’all headed to the cashier. You were the only one who didn’t get anything. You noticed that the owner kept looking at you but you just wanted to get out of that store as soon as possible.

When your friend Ava went to check out, the owner suddenly spoke up.

“Hey I know you” the owner said as he looked directly at you. Your friends all turned to look at you confused.

You didn’t say anything as you become startled.

“Your his sister aren’t you?” the owner asked.

Your friends now looked back at the owner as they didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Who’s sister?” Ava asked the owner as she herself was confused.

The owner just laughed as he ringed up the jersey. You just stood still.

“That young lady is Patrick Mahomes sister” the owner explained.

That’s when all of your friends jaws dropped. Unfortunately the owner hadn’t been quiet and he alerted unwanted people. Your friends and people you didn’t even know were now staring at you.

You looked at the ground not knowing what to say.

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After what went down in the store things went downhill after that. You were getting unwanted attention from people.

Some people even followed you and your friends just to ask for a autograph or if you could get them to meet your brother. Your friends became dead silent and didn’t speak. You knew that the only thing you wanted to do was go home.

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You and your friends had settled down at a table. Your friends were going through what they got while you remained quiet.

mom

you :hey mom can you pick me up?

mom: sorry honey I can’t I’m doing something rn. Ask your brother since he’s home.

you: pat is home but I thought he couldn’t visit since he’s busy with games and stuff?

mom: he’s off for a couple of days until his next game just ask him, he should be home.

you:I don’t wanna bother him

mom: he won’t mind picking you up honey

you: okay I’ll tell him

mom: okay let me know when your home💗

You felt frustrated, you didn’t want your brother to pick you up. If he was here and people knew then that would cause chaos to erupt and you didn’t want anymore unwanted attention on you.

You decided to just text him.

patrick

you: hey can you pick me up from the mall?

Patrick: sure send me your location

*you send him your location*

Patrick: okay I’ll call you when I’m there

you: k

After texting your brother you decided to scroll on Tiktok to get your mind off things.

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After what felt like forever your phone ringed. You picked up.

Patrick: Hey I’m outside the entrance

You: Okay I’m going

After you said that you hanged up.

“Guys I’m gonna go” you said to your friends as you started to get up and get your things.

Your friends all nodded but didn’t really say anything.

“Bye!” You waved to them as you left. They waved back too but you knew there was tension.

*meanwhile you were leaving*

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell us she was his sister” Ava complained.

“Right I bet she gets spoiled so much” Julie assumed.

“Maybe we can use her to get to closer to him?” Ava suggested.

“We should!” All of your friends agreed.

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Once you left the mall you headed to your car. You opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. Patrick smiled at you and started the car.

You and your brother sat in silence while y’all headed home.

“How was it?” he asked looking at you.

“It was good” you answered shortly. He just gave you a another smile.

“Hey I talked to mom and dad and asked them if it was okay if you stayed with me for a while” Patrick said randomly.

You were shocked to say.

“Uh why?” You asked looking at him.

He looked back at you.

“Well I think it’s for the better so we can get closer you know” Patrick responded.

“Plus you get to see me play and go to my games and meet my teammates. Plus Britney is dying to meet you” Patrick explained.

You honestly didn’t know what to say or how to respond.

“I-I don’t know” you said unsure.

Patrick just sighed.

“Come on Y/N/N plus we get to bond” Patrick said.

“I think it’s better we stay the way we are” you answered. After that you looked away and stared at the buildings as you passed by them.

“What do you mean stay the way we are?” Patrick asked.

You turned to look at him.

“I mean like it’s better we keep our distance” You tried explaining.

“Your my sister shouldn’t we be closer” Patrick said as he sounded hurt.

“I don’t wanna be closer. Your my brother and you’ll always be but I don’t wanna be put in the spotlight. That’s you not me.” you responded.

“That’s unfair Y/N/N” Patrick commented.

“No it’s not” you replied.

“We’re siblings and plus mom and dad agreed so your coming wether you like it or not” Patrick responded.

You didn’t respond after that.

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Unfortunately ever since that day everything went downhill for you. Your friends had been using you and you found out after awhile. One day when Patrick picked you up from school they freaked out.

You hated it all you wanted was real friends but your brother took that from you too.

You had dropped your friends and they started harassing you after that. You just wanted your brother out of your life.

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A/n:Hii! This is a mini series I’m making but I’ll end the chapter with a cliff hanger, I’m still learning how to write better but I’m hoping to get better as time goes by! The series name is called “Your Brother is Here”

The series is basically about how your relationship with your brother gets better over time.

Until next time!

Bye:)

✧ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 || brock purdy ♔

summary: after a devastating loss, brock feels this emotional toll on him, weighing down on him. and y/n is the one who helps him through it.

warnings: the super bowl ('23), the chiefs (mentions), sad brock, sad

publish date: 02/12/24

notes: you all wanted this and that's all i'm going to say. jk um, i cried a lot while writing this. there tends to be a little trend of hatred towarsd the chiefs but um you should've expected that. you're welcome. (don't worry, there's fluff at the end bc i can't control myself) | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist! (i don't have an nfl right now but maybe i'll add one in the future)

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Her heart broke as soon as the Chiefs got their last first down, but in reality she knew from the moment that Moody had to kick the field goal that the game was over. She had hopes, of course, for their defense, but she knew. She had wished she was at home, able to turn off the TV to hide the disappointed look on Brock’s face, but she couldn’t. She grabbed tightly onto Kristin’s hand, tears glistening in both of their eyes. The two watched in mock horror as Hardman caught the ball, Chiefs fans erupting in cheers. 

Niners fans sat, or stood, in shock as the people around them hugged and laughed with one another. They felt numb, eyes completely unfocused from the scene in front of them. Some fans ran their hands over their faces, through their hair, and under their eyes. Some fans stared angrily at the Chiefs fans, they had no right to win.

Kristin wrapped her friend into a hug, unable to stop her tears as well. Y/n had been with Brock through it all, through high school, through college, through his draft, through his rookie season, through everything. All she wanted for him was to win this game. He didn’t deserve this, he had done nothing to prove himself time after time again, and now he was going to be shit on because he didn’t make a third down conversion. 

She pulled away and toyed with the band around her finger, their anniversary date engraved on the inside. Her hand moved to her necklace next as she stole a glance down at the field, feeling the outline of the 13 on her fingers. Brock was walking off the field and she couldn’t see his face but she knew what it looked like. It wasn’t a face she liked to see, it made her cry silently at night while Brock slept next to her or if he was across the country. 

She hadn’t felt so infuriated when they announced who the Super Bowl MVP was, she wanted to yell at all the Chiefs fans around them, tell them that it was just a bit of dumb luck. She wanted to scream at them for thinking that they were everything when they weren’t, for thinking about no one but themselves. She had come from a family who experienced heartbreak in sports like no other, did they know how that felt? To watch their team lose? To watch the love of their life lose and think that he wasn’t good enough? Listen to him deteriorate himself with thought after thought? Did anyone stop to think about the players, their families, their fans? She wanted to scream at fans who didn’t care about the game, the ones who were there to see Taylor and her alone. She wanted to yell at the fans who mocked the niners, the ones who cursed at them, the ones who gave them shit. She wanted to yell at everyone and everything. 

Tears streamed down her face and not once did she even attempt to wipe them off. She walked with Kristin out of the suite, holding each other’s hands in support. She could feel people’s eyes on her but she couldn’t care less, was she not allowed to be devastated for her fiancé? She knew Brock wouldn’t want to see her right now, he was too caught up in his own thoughts. She waited patiently outside Allegiant Stadium, hands shoved in her jean jacket Kristin had made for her.

When she noticed Brock walking towards her, she made sure that she stood strong, not letting him see how upset she was. He reached her in a matter of five seconds, instantly bringing her into a hug. She felt her shoulder dampen, sighing internally. He didn’t let out many tears, just a few, before he pulled back and wiped his eyes, “You ready?”

She placed a frown on her face and nodded, reaching for his hand, “Hotel, home, dinner?”

“Hotel please.” He gripped tightly to his hand and they made their way to a hotel room they had booked. They didn’t want to stay with the rest of the team no matter the outcome of the game.

She drove to the hotel, knowing how Brock got when he was angry or upset. His left hand was attached to her left, not letting it go for a second besides when they got in the car. Her gaze shifted between him and the road, trying not to crash in the meantime. Every time she snuck a glance at him, he looked sadder than before. She could see him fidgeting with some of her rings that she had on along with the bracelet he had gotten her when they won the Championship. 

When she pulled into the parking spot, the two stayed there, sitting in silence. As the minutes passed, she started to get nervous about how the night was going to go. If she was going to be able to get him to take a shower, to eat, to sleep. She heard him sniffle, it was quiet but still audible for her, You wanna go up?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to talk. They once again detached their hands for a brief second before they reconnected. As they entered the room, she realized how much of a mess she left it in the morning. She went to apologize but Brock locked himself in the bathroom. Then she heard the shower turning on, the water hitting the floor. She could only hope that he was going to be quick.

She changed out of her game clothes into one of the outfits she brought for lounging around. She listened as Brock showered, the water calming her nerves a little. She didn’t turn the TV on, didn’t put music on, just sat and stared as she waited. A couple of minutes later she heard something fall, and ran to go see what it was, “Brock, honey, are you okay?”

She got no response back and she sighed, attempting to open the door. He must’ve unlocked it from the time she walked away until now. She walked in and saw Brock curled up into a ball on the ground, his suit still on. She wrapped him tightly in her arms, not wanting to let go. She buried his head into her shoulder, placing his hands on her arms that rested around his shoulders and on his chest. His sobs were violent, mumbling incoherent words and noises. 

If her heart could break anymore it would, she thought it could’ve shattered right there and then. His breathing grew heavy, unable to control it anymore. He clawed at her arms as a way to let her know it was hurting, “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay, baby.”

She kissed his head, moving one of her hands to run through his hair. He shook his head, not believing a single thing. When he had regained a bit of control he whispered out to her, “It hurts, y/n/n.”

She had to hold back tears, blinking them away as quickly as possible, “I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, we’re okay. I’m right here with you. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Eventually, his breathing evened out as he clung to her, listening to her heartbeat. When she heard the way his breathing regulated, she ran a hand over his chain, the one that had her initials on it,”I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

He nodded before she spoke again, “You want me to shower with you?”

“Please.” His voice came out desperate and a little squeaky from the crying and lack of use. 

She helped him up, taking his suit jacket off and hanging up in the closet of the room. When she came he had already discarded the rest of his suit, handing it over to her. 

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After Brock had slipped his sweatpants back on, they both sat in the bed, covers pulled over their legs. Y/n looked through her phone for restaurants nearby, “What do you want to eat?”

He shrugged, not particularly hungry at the time. He knew that she would give him a hassle if he didn’t say anything though, “Pizza?”

It was simple enough, both of them liked it and it was an easy thing to find. She nodded in response, going to place the order. They watched whatever was on TV, avoiding anything to do with football entirely. However, with it being Super Bowl Sunday there were no other sports on besides reruns. So they found a crappy TV show to watch, both of them criticizing it as they ate their pizza. 

As the sun went down and darkness settled behind it, they lay in bed Brock asking to hold her. She agreed happily, whatever would make him feel better. His right arm flung over her as they laid on their left sides, his hand tracing patterns into her forearm. It was silent for a while, they could both hear the AC blowing softly.

Brock’s mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. The good ones were primarily outweighed by the happy ones, not allowing him for even a second to be happy with his girl in his arms. He couldn’t help the thoughts that told him that he wasn’t good enough, that blamed him for the outcome of the game, that told him he shouldn’t be in the NFL, he was just a fluke. 

He tightened his grasp on her as the thoughts kept coming and coming, “Brock?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you thinking back there?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh huh, sure. Now what’s really going on?”

“What if I am just as everyone says? What if I am just a pretty boy football player? A fluke? It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. I failed, y/n. I failed myself, I failed the coaches, I failed my teammates, I failed their families, I failed the fans. I failed you.”

She couldn’t take it anymore, the weight that he was carrying was unnecessary, it was too much for him. He did everything he could and more. She turned around, facing him as she looked dead in her eyes, “You listen to me, Brock Purdy. You are fucking amazing. You shouldn’t care what anyone else says, because you know what? They don’t matter. They don’t matter now and they won’t matter when you’re older.

“I get that everyone was banking on you to lead them to a victory and you led them to the best of your ability. You can’t blame yourself for the defense not holding them off, you can’t blame yourself for any penalty that may have happened, and you can’t blame yourself for not getting that third-down conversion. You did your best today, Brock, and I am so so so proud of you for that.”

“But what if my best isn’t good enough?”

“Isn’t good enough for who? For me? For Shanahan? For the team? You are good enough, Brock. You were the fucking 262 pick and you made the Super Bowl in your second year. You had 1387 yards in 9 games for a rookie. You had 4424 yards this year! And just in the  regular season. You are the fifth overall quarterback right now, you know how fucking amazing that is. You are beyond believable, Brock. 

“And this might be harsh but so what you didn’t win this year? It’s your second year and just making it this far was incredible. Yes, it would’ve been cool if you won and got MVP but you have so many more years to do that. It might not be today, it might not be next year or the year after that, but one year you will go out and win that because you deserve it.”

Brock’s eyes watered, caught off guard by her speech. He couldn’t even think of how lucky he was to have her at this moment. The way she had memorized his stats, the way she knew how he felt before he even knew, the way she was able to comfort him when he thought there was no coming back from it.

He kissed her head, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

He reached for her left hand and twisted the ring on her finger, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

They shared a smile and then she was pulled in tighter to him, “Thank you.”

“For?”

“For always being there for me. Through high school, college, the draft, rookie season, everything. You mean so much to me, more than you would ever know.”

Pyramid Head Chases You Down and Fills You Up

Pairing: Pyramid Head x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fear play, cnc roleplay, size kink, clothes tearing, rough sex, growling, creampie, breeding kink, no talking for Pyramid Head

A/N: It's the spooky month so it seems like a good time to write about my favorite DBD man.

How the fuck did you get into this mess? Where were you and why were you being chased by a really tall, really muscular man with a pyramid on his head? It was weird but every time he approached he seemed a little more on the edge of something. You didn't know what bit it made you want to both run and drop down to your knees.

You hid behind a barrel, barely big enough to hide your body as the sound of heavy breathing and heavy footsteps got closer and closer. He got closer. His sword dragged behind him, slicing a trail through the dirt. His strength must be great to be able to hold that sword. Handling you would be all to easy for him. Or pushing the barrel out of the way to get to you. "Motherf- really? How did you find me?!" You jumped away only to be grabbed by the leg and pulled to the ground underneath him with a hard thud. His head tilted from side to side and up and down, scanning your body.

For a man so rough around the edges his hands moved with precision over your body, his sword within arms reach but you knew you couldn't use it against him. With his head covered you could do little to fight him as he lifted your shirt up, taking your bra with it.

"Wai-!" Strong hips made room between your legs for his cock, his pants pulled down to his ankles and apron torn off his muscular chest, his cock glistening with pre-cum. "Is that supposed to go inside me? Are you insane?!" All you got was a grunt in response, followed by the sound of more clothes ripping and your surprised yelp as a thick finger pushed inside of you. "Stop, I'm not... ready for..."

He didn't seem to care about your protests, only for your moans and the warmth of the drooling pussy around his finger. Fuck, how could getting chased, pinned and manhandled by this man, this monster feel so good that it made your toes curl? It was all kinds of wrong, you should be thinking about escape not how his finger feels inside of you.

It was wrong, perverted, it made you question if it had really been so long since you've gone without a cock that you're willing to take his? Your pussy seemed to think so but your mind said no.

"Please, please let me go. I don't even know where I..." Your eyes widened in fear as he pulled his hand away, his fingers covered with the sticky evidence of your arousal and lust. The broad head of his cock pushed against your entrance, he grunted once in frustrating, both of you thinking the same thing: he was way too big. "Wait, seriously, I'm not on birth control! If you do that I might get pregnant!"

As if that was his trigger word to push his big fat cock all the way in with zero warning. Your eyes rolled back as he ripped an orgasm out of you, your slutty body reacting to his cock. "Mmmmn." He snarled as your pussy tightened up around him, your legs pushed to your shoulders, body folded in half, pussy getting dicked down for you to see. You could only imagine the smile he had on his face as he broke you down with his cock.

Was he gonna stop? No, not a chance, he had too much cum to give and you just so happened to be the only thing around that could take it. And no one would be around to hear your screams of terror and pleasure, no one but him.

"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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you’re so right … something about him in a button up is just so *shivers* … so if you don’t mind, what are your thoughts on ceo husband woozi?!?

- 💐 anon

now…about ceo husband woozi.

- first, let’s talk about him as a ceo—universally loved and deeply respected. he’s very humble and never makes a big deal about his position, but his quiet competence demands respect.

- and he expects this respect to be extended to you. his wife will be treated with respect and if he sees anyone doing otherwise, that person is gone. period. no second chances when it comes to you.

- he’s personable but usually reserved when interacting with his employees but when someone asks about you his face visibly lights up.

- kind of a wife-guy. in the best way. like, will make sure his schedule doesn’t interrupt lunch with you (and if someone calls he’ll very calmly remind them i’m with my wife right now. now’s not the time), will always send over a car when you’re coming to the office, etc. basically will make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, always.

- is unaware of how hot people find him in the office. i don’t see woozi as a suit-wearing ceo but more of a shirt with sleeves rolled up (yes, this is self-indulgent) and formal pants type. plus a very expensive heavy watch he wears on his wrist, which is his only ‘show’ of wealth. and when he folds his built arms during meetings, his face all serious, the employees are LOOKING and lamenting god, i want him so bad. his wife is so lucky.

- unfortunately for them woozi has never even looked at anyone else and literally has no interest in anyone else. his entire being is devoted to you, and you’re the only one he desires.

- very proudly keeps his arm wrapped around your waist at formal events while he talks you up, his amazing wife. and at the dinners, he keeps one hand resting on your thigh, sometimes to reassure you with his presence and other times to caress and tease till you get worked up.

- speaking of getting worked up…he loves fucking you in his office. what really turns him on is a quickie before his meetings. if he has a meeting at 3:30 pm, woozi’s buried deep inside you at 3:24.

both of you are fully clothed, only his pants are unzipped and your dress has been pulled up. he makes you sit on his lap and ride him while his hands grip your waist tight. as you bounce on his dick, he groans, eyes dropping to his watch to check the time every few seconds. they’re going to be walking in here in 6 minutes. be a good little girl and cum for me. and when you tell him you can’t yet he simply says then you can cum while they all watch, because i’m not letting you go until i feel you dripping down my cock.

and so you speed up, fucking him faster as you play with your clit, his heavy grunts pushing you closer and closer until you start to cum, squeezing around his cock which always pushes him over edge. as you feel him release his warm thick cum inside you, there’s a polite knock on the door. sir, it’s time for your 3:30 meeting. should i let them in?

you quickly pull off him, both of you fixing yourselves as he tells his secretary to send them in. he smiles, giving you little tap on the ass as everyone walks in, bowing to him respectfully. come in, just give me a minute, i’m just saying goodbye to my wife. everyone bows to you politely as you walk to the door, woozi’s hand around your waist and his cum dripping down the side of your thigh.

i’ll see you at home, love. he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, just like a respectable ceo husband would, pretending like he didn’t just cum inside you a minute earlier.

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so, anyway, those are my thoughts on ceo husband woozi.

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Pyramid Head x GN Reader

Summary: you've been with the executioner for quite some time, enough for you to have your own special bond. You were his, and that fact alone was enough for the whole Silent Hill to avoid you, well aware of what they'll find out if they mess around. However, this little rule is unknown for any unfortunate newcomers that get trapped in this cursed town, and today you've met one of these newcomers... One would think, seeing monsters avoiding you like fire should be enough proof to do the same, but... Eh, some people are way too stubborn and blind.

Warnings: typical violence and gore, (Y/N) getting mistreated by meanies >:(

Word count: 2.9k

(Y/N) been sitting on this old matress for quite some time, they've already tried any possible sitting position yet non made the book they're reading more interesting.

Pyramid Head, or how they began to call him, 'Pyra', left to hunt and punish whatever soul putrid enough to get his attention. He's been gone a good amount of hours and they haven't heard a single sound of his in the distance, no metal scraping against the concrete at the distance or any screams of agony from his victim, nothing. How many hours it been? Three? Five? It's tough to tell, specially when this town knows no day/night cycles and it's always foggy. Even though they're not sure how long it been, they can tell it's the longest Pyra's been gone.

They switch into a laying position as they begin to think about what to do now. They could totaly go out and take a walk if they wanted, but they're concerned they'll end up bumping into the people Pyra is hunting. No, they won't get punished but they don't want to witness a literal slaughter neither, and whenever something (literaly anything) dares to interact with (Y/N), the pyramid headed beast seems to go wild of fury.

This is some very serious issolation, but (Y/N) became fine with it and Pyra is not as bad of a company as he initialy was. Feel him close to them, his big palm resting against their body as a reminder that he's there, the random noises that come out his helmet whenever he seems content or wants to get their attention... To be honest, these little things became more than enough at this point, and it's not like they've used to be the most social butterfly anyways. And even if they were... Well, arguing with Pyra is useless, he never budges, and if (Y/N) starts to get unreasonable or the argument goes nowhere, he simply brushes his togue across their face, purpously waiting for the moment their open their mouth. And ta-da! Argument solved since (Y/N) is too shocked and flustered to continue and Pyra simply let's out a deep and amused rumble.

(Y/N) chuckles to themselves at this memory, when it happened the first time the face they made was probably priceless, and the way Pyra allowed them to hide their face in his chest so the shame goes away... Sigh, they hope he returns soon.

The hairs on the back of their neck stood up when they began to hear the sound of numerous people run and hurriedly yellsomething to each other. (Y/N) of course panics a bit, and to avoid any possible interaction with the group of people they sneak into the corner of the room near the door, so if anyone of the group peeks inside they won't notice (Y/N) right away. It also seems like the people are running away from something, something that is not Pyra because of the lack of known bulky footsteps and scraping sounds.

Unfortunately, their little plan went town the drain when the group of around five man bursted through the old door and attempted to close it, while the creature outside of it was desperately slaming itself against the wooden surface. (Y/N) turned completely still as they shrunk in their place, internally hoping that due to the intense moment these people wouln't notice then and would simply brush off their form as some inanimate object.

Unfortunately, one of the men did noticed them.

—"Hey Dave, there's another one hidin' over he-"—

The man couldn't finish the sentence as the creature from the other side managed to burst through the door, throwing the men on the ground in the process. Some of them stumble back, others pull out their weapons and point at the creature, who resulted to be a monster known as ‘Slurper’, take a guess why it's called that. Not the most difficult creature to deal with but definitely the trickiest, it’s very fast and definitely can handle or dodge some shots and hits from the group.

The monster crawls inside of the room, it’s elongated face making some slurping noises as drool and blood drips from its mouth. But the beast suddenly freezes mid-step, and very slowly and subtly turns it’s head towards (Y/N), making the men look at them as well. The monster suddenly lets out a whine, similar to that of a dog, and practically runs away at high speed, completely terrified.

The group stare at the door in shock, their mouth gaping a bit. (Y/N) remains stiff, their knees pressed to their chest as they think what to do now. The answer comes when one of the man, who seems to be the leader, stands up and starts walking towards them, his expression indescifrable, but his gaze definitely holding malice.

So (Y/N) jumps to their feet as fast as they could and make a run through the doorway and down the hallway. They can hear the group yell something as they chase them, their voices angry and irritated, which only motivated them to keep running since it’s now clear that these people weren’t kind at all.

Things turn significantly worse when they get grabbed by the back of their clothes and then tackled down on the floor, the impact was rough and quite painful which made (Y/N) release a pained whine. The man above them grabs a good chunk of their hair and presses their head agains the dirty and cold floor as he looks at them.

—“The fuck was that? How did you do it?!”— he exclaims strictly, his tone demanding.

—“D-Did what?… S-Scaring the- the monster th-thing?”— you nervously reply, your voice a bit shaky. —“I-It’s not really me, it’s the being tha-that ‘owns’ me.”—

(Y/N) knew they sound like they’re crazy, like they’re out of their mind, but it’s the best way they can explain their unusual situation. It is true, the executioner practically owns them, he has the power to claim and to keep them with him, to keep anyone and anything away from something his, to keep them eternally by his side, his and no one else's.

As expected, the man on top of them only scrunched his face with confusion and disgust, definitely thinking that (Y/N) is just another crazy ex-resident of this hellish town.

—“Yeah… Right.”— he slowly says.

—“Mathew, do you still have the tape? Bring it.”—

A clear sound of a duct tape being unwrapped made them shiver, uh-oh, they’re in a big-time problem. They attempt to wiggle out and keep running, but the man above them slams their head agains the floor.

—“Keep it still bitch, we just want to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.”— he grumbles angrily and slams your head again.

(Y/N) could feel blood start dripping from their nose. Being forced to calm down since these men clearly aren't fooling around and are not afraid to hurt them if they need, they relax and allow another one to tape their wrists together behind their back, as well as their ankles.

—“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, the executioner will not have mercy…”— you comment, not even bothering to elaborate, knowing that these people are dead meat already.

—“Pff, executioner. If you’re of his property, then why were you in that room just chillin’ all by yourself?”— another man asks.

—“Because he can allow himself to do it, and because any smart creature knows to not fuck around me because of what they’ll found out.”— you say, your tone a bit sassier by the end.

—“Any smart creature, huh?”— the man that was on top of you suddenly grabs you by the throat. —“In my understanding, a smart creature will learn to shut the fuck up, I could easily cut your tongue off right now if I wanted but not sure if that will affect whatever effect you have on the monsters, so I'll give you one last chance to remain quiet, understood? You farm animal.”—

The grip on (Y/N)‘s throat was tight and it was hard to breathe, the male’s eyes were dark and cold, no hesitation in them as he said these threats, definetely not the first time he makes them. Believing his words, (Y/N) nods hurriedly as the lack of oxygen began to affect them. The man grins and let go of them roughly, basically throwing their body on the floor.

—“Aight, who’s going to carry their ass?”—

The men discuss for a short moment, until agreeing that the biggest one of them should do it. Ones everything was sorted out and (Y/N) was being manhandled in his grasp, the group resumed their walking.

The men were shocked, some of them even got smug, at the way the creatures avoided them now. What’s that? A monster does have guts to attack? A single sound or movement from (Y/N) was enough to set the creature from fight into flight. Each time something run away, the men would laugh and cackle loudly, clearly feeling like they've beat the system and are some sort of untouchable beings.

Silly bastards, they don’t know what awaits them.

It’s unclear how long they’ve been roaming around, but it was long enough for the group to get lost, again, and decide to take a rest. The man carrying (Y/N) carelessly (throws) puts them on the ground, face first, as the rest settle down as well. Non of the five bothered to talk or acknowledge (Y/N), though sometimes they would throw some random questions at them, but of course they'd never been able to finish the answer since one of the five would end up rudly interrupting them.

At some point (Y/N) began to ignore them, aware that they're nothing but a gag to these people. The youngest of the group seemed a bit pissed at being ignored, so he stands up and walks towards (Y/N)'s lying form, who was still paying no mind, and out of nowhere kicks them hard on their stomach, making the air inside of them leave in a violent exhale.

—"You talk and look at us when we speak to you."—

They say nothing, still trying to regain their breath. The man above them sighs and rolls his eyes before crouching down and grabbing them by their hair, to posteriorly pull them to their knees.

—"Listen sugar, just because you scare away the crap that lives here, it means shit to us. You're fuckin' helpless and at our mercy, so you do and act as told and when is told, understood?"—

Before (Y/N) could do anything, a sudden deafening roar resonated through the whole building and from an unknown direction. The noise similar to some huge unknown beast fiercely howling through something metallic. A shiver of anticipation ran through (Y/N)’s spine, Pyra must’ve found their drops of blood and figured out what happened, and now he’s on his way to take them back.

The other five noticeably tensed up and frantically looked around, as if trying to locate the creature through the walls...

Walls.

(Y/N)'s gaze was already focused on one of he walls, knowing that their lover would't waste his time in searching for an entrance. The man, who's still holding them by their hair, slowly drags his gaze to the same wall.

—"Guys..."— he says uneasily.

—"Yes, we heard that too, dumbass."— one of the other four hisses back.

—"No, guys, get away from the fuckin- "—

A loud crashing sound resonated behind the mentioned surface, followed by the well known heavy footsteps and scraping of metal. The other four quickly get behind the fifth and (Y/N), who was currently having the brightest grin on their face, relieved that he came for them.

—"{The fuck was that?!}"— one of the males yells half whispers to you.

—"That?"— you let a little hum as you close your eyes and look away so the dust doesn't get directly into your face. —"That is the reason why everything in here avoids me."— you say with the calmest tone possible.

—"Wha- "—

Another loud crash and a huge wave of dust cut off his question completely. While the dust was still on the air, the previous heavy footsteps were quickly approaching, making the floor shake with each step. When the men saw the silhouette of this massive unknown creature they paniced, since it showed no hits of stopping, quite the opposite actually. The one, that been holding (Y/N), pushes them roughly forward without thinking, actin on some desperate instinct.

—"Here! Take them instead!"—

The five were ready to run, but got stopped by their own shock when the monster reached out and caught (Y/N) before they fall on the ground. It was still hard to see what exactly the beast did, due to the still thick layer of dust, but the sudden loud and deep metallic growl that the beast let out was enough for them to defrost and set into running. They don't get too far though, since their legs get suddenly caught and tangled into a bunch of rusty wires and thorns coming out of the floor, whick held them still and cut their soft flesh with the mildest movement.

A small chill jolted through (Y/N) at the sight of the mysterious thorns. They knew it was Pyra's doing, he rarely used that hability of his and they learned that he only uses it when he's trully pissed. And he wasn't just that, he was livid. The sight of bruises on (Y/N)'s neck from the previous grab really railed the monster up, just how dares that filty mortal touch and mark something his? Only he has the privilege to touch (Y/N), to hold them, to look at them, to hear their voice and all the things they say in that calm and sweet tone they always use when they're happy... Just how dare they attempt to take all of this away from him? The executioner.

The monster tears the tape off (Y/N)'s wrists and ankles before putting them down, his movements a bit rough due his agitation yet he did his best to keep it under control.

He then rises to his full height, sword in hand, and slowly walks towards the group. The closer he got, the more desperate the man acted, pulling their legs out of the sharp wire-mess just for it to tangle around their limb even tighter.

The beast's first target was the youngest one, the one who had the guts to hold (Y/N) by their hair and threaten them, Pyra really didn't like that one.

The male has no time to even inhale to start begging, as the monster simply cuts him in half with his sword. (Y/N) of course didn't want to see the gore that is about to happen, so they carefuly and quietly leave the room through the hole their beast of a man made durning his enrance. The last thing they've seen before leaving was Pyra practically tearing one of the man up apart like paper, going specially slow to inflict even more pain.

(Y/N) is unsure how long it took Pyra to finish them, they simply remained sitted on the floor with their legs pressed against their chest and covering their ears to silence the screams and the wet gory sounds of muscles and bones breaking. They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly pulled up by a pair of large arms and is pressed agains a broad torso. Pyra held (Y/N) in this posessive embrace for quite a while, the mildes movement from them would make the beast growl and press them even closer.

(Y/N) however, still attempted to soothe their lover by gently nuzzling agains his chest and rub it with their hand.

—"I am so sorry..."— you apologize, though you both knew it wasn't really your fault. —"I was just hanging out in that room we've been before, and... And these people entered there while running away from another beast, and- "—

They couldn't finish the explanation since Pyra suddenly shoved their face further into his chest, muffing the rest of their little rant. The action, which embarassed (Y/N) a bit, also made them understand that their lover doesn't need any excuses or explanations, he's content to have them back and unharmed. They sigh softly and eventually relax in his grasp and going practically rag doll, in response and after some time, Pyra's body also relaxed a bit, yet his grip on (Y/N) remained strong and firm like iron, refusing to let go.

—"Pyra."— you manage to move yout head just enough to say it.

A low grumble resonated from his helmet and chest, though it didn't sound hostile, more like his version of 'hhmm?'.

—"I love you, thank you for being around."— you say honestly, as you move just enough to reach his neck area and kiss the little skin exposed between his clothes and helmet.

The little sweet gesture was answered with a low purr as Pyra's large hands roam around their body for a bit, caressing and feeling each curve through their clothes. The touches weren't suggestive surprisingly, which meant that this affection was genuine and not the product of his monstrous lust towards them.

They both stay like this for a while longer, (Y/N) saying and whispering things in a soft tone that Pyra absolutely adored to hear, and he kept holding them against himself, pawing their body time to time just to feel them more. Their warmth, their pulse, their breathing...

To feel them.

To feel them being all H̸̫̥͙̮͍̮͋͑Ḯ̴͓̦̻͈̜͍̇̃͋͠S̴͖̘̍̓̉̑.

High Risk, High Reward- Blackpool Combat Club, Eddie Kingston, Santana and Ortiz

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, just pure unholiness, backstage orgy, blood, manhandling, choking, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, use of the names whore, slut, and princess, spitting, unprotected sex (please use a condom), creampie

Word Count: 1,994

So this is for @nething4perfection as a surprise just because... and because we are both on our BCC, Eddie, 'Tana and 'Tiz shit. Love ya honey!

This time surprisingly I will not be using government names but ring names

Blood. There was so much blood. It usually made you squeamish but seeing your men beat the absolute holy hell out of the Jericho Appreciation Society made you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together.

You winced when Bryan and Mox took some of those hard blows, and the fire in your stomach increased when you saw Eddie all bloodied and walking to the ring with a gas can. You let out a groan when the referee rang the bell in favor of the J.A.S. They looked rough to say the least; Bryan was barely stirring after being choked out, the other referees had just pulled Mox out of the barbed wire, Eddie hadn’t even moved yet, and you had no clue where Santana and Ortiz were.

You knew that this defeat, especially to Jericho was going to piss them off. In the end, that thrilled you even more so because you knew angry sex was in your future.

And you loved angry sex.

You could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer to the locker room, and no sooner did you open the door was a bloody hand wrapped around your throat. Bryan. Another hand yanks your hair hard. Mox.

Unconsciously you can feel yourself going down on your knees as Mox and Bryan use their free hands to free their cocks from their pants. Once they were free it was like a melee, your mouth became their own personal flesh light as they took turns fucking your throat.

“I think the little slut can take both of us together, what do you think Mox?” Bryan asked Mox almost rhetorically; out of the corner of your eye you could see Santana and Ortiz stalking you, as if you were prey and Eddie was leaning against the wall; his bloody features focused solely on you.

“Open wide Princess.” Mox grinned his familiar shark-like grin, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could; gagging slightly when both men shoved their cocks down your throat. Their pace would change constantly; one minute they were thrusting together and the next they were taking turns thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You whimpered around their cocks and peered up at them through your watering eyes. You gave them a wide-eyed, almost innocent look that completely contrasted the fact that your mouth was currently stuffed full of two cocks.

"Such a good little whore. I bet you would swallow all of our cocks if they could all fit. Would you like that? Would you like for us to fuck you stupid?" Santana started speaking the filthiest things and it made you let out another whine which made Mox and Bryan try and shove their cocks further in.

"Somebody likes the attention." Ortiz teased as he, Santana, and Eddie could see the growing wet spot on the back of your jeans. You let out a loud choking noise when Bryan and Mox shoved their cocks as far as they could go, making you deep throat them.

You tapped their thighs rapidly, you were losing oxygen, they pulled out and you let out gasp, coughing slightly as you tried to regain your breath, two trails of drool connecting your mouth to their cocks.

A whine escaped your throat as Mox yanked your head back so you’d look up at him, you could feel his fingers pulling a few strands out. “Open.” He snarled and you opened your mouth. He spit in it and without prompting you swallowed it and showed him an empty mouth, “good girl”

“Fuck” you hear Eddie swear and out of the corner of your eye you can see him pacing like an angry animal in a cage. Mox relinquishes his grip on your hair as Bryan lets go of your throat, your partners have a silent conversation as Bryan asks Santana to make sure the door is shut and locked. Why they didn’t do this earlier you had no idea and honestly didn’t care, too lost in your own pleasure; the floaty feeling you were craving starting to slowly wrap around you.

Bryan bends down to your level and makes sure that you’re looking directly into his eyes, “Are you okay with this?” You let out a whimper and nod, but immediately avert your eyes when you see the stern look you are met with, “Words or we stop.” That makes you let out a whine and you shake your head, “Yes. Please.”

Almost immediately Bryan’s hand is back around your throat and he lifts you to your feet. Santana and Ortiz are the first to strike, kissing and sucking any exposed skin. Suddenly you can hear buttons popping, hear the ripping of the fabric and the cool air on your skin. Through your hazy vision you can see Mox staring at you with a grin that made him look like the cat that ate the canary as Santana and Ortiz ripped every stitch of clothing off except for your underwear.

A choked whine comes out when Bryan’s finger squeeze tighter around your throat, your eyes rolling back as your vision turns white; your thighs unconsciously clench together in arousal at the manhandling.

Mox, ever the observant partner notices that you’re floating away so he taps your cheek lightly to get your attention. As the fogginess fades slightly you can see him looking directly into your eyes “No floating away yet. We haven’t even had any fun.” Another whine comes out that quickly turns into a gasp when Mox shoved his hand into your panties and runs a finger through your folds.

You were absolutely soaked.

He didn’t waste any time delving his fingers inside of you pumping them like a madman. Bryan squeezes your neck tighter and your knees threaten to come out from underneath you. Santana steps up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hands finding your breasts and kneading the flesh. You can see Eddie hasn’t moved yet, he’s still got his features trained solely on you, staring with that familiarly intense stare. A partial scream leaves your throat when Mox curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back when his fingers dig into your g-spot again. That combined with the choking, hickey sucking and breast grabbing that makes you cum without warning. Santana and Bryan being the only things holding you upright as you cum all over Mox’s fingers. Santana is squeezing your breasts so tightly that it’s almost to the point of pain.

You whimper when Mox pulls his fingers out and squeal slightly when Ortiz replaces them. Without hesitation Mox sticks his cum covered fingers in your mouth “clean them.” You lick at his fingers and moan at the taste of yourself.

“What do you say?” Mox asked you as he pushed his fingers a little deeper into your mouth. A very garbled “Thank you” was what came out. “Such a good little slut,” Bryan sneered right next to your ear. You whine around Mox’s fingers and that whine turns into a scream when Ortiz’s fingers scrape your g-spot and he circles your clit with his thumb. All you could hear was static and the pornographic sound of Ortiz fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your body tensed up and you released again. Your jaw slacked open with a silent scream, Mox’s fingers still in your mouth and your back arched perfectly as you felt the white hot pleasure tear through you.

After they let you ride out your high your knees decided to give out but Santana scooped you up and placed you on the couch on your stomach. He delivered a smack to your ass as Mox lifted you slightly, sliding underneath you. You and Mox had a silent conversation with your eyes, he was checking to make sure you were okay to continue.

“Color?” He asked, it made you smile slightly; as serious as Bryan and Mox were in bed, they always checked to make sure you were 1. Still in the headspace to properly consent and 2. Make sure you were still consenting to continue.

“Green.” You said looking into his eyes. Both your eyes closed in Bliss and Mox let out a small moan when he sheathed himself inside of you. Even after being stretched out you were still so tight. After giving you a moment to adjust he began to shallowly thrust while you grinder down on him.

The slow pace didn’t last long as you heard a bottle open and and you gasped feeling a coolness against your other hole. “Relax.” Bryan said quietly as he slowly worked a finger inside, and once satisfied with the resistance he added a second scissoring you open slowly.

As you continued to grind almost mindlessly onto Bryan fingers and Mox’s cock you turned you attention to Santana who had also freed his cock from his pants. Without prompting you took Santana into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks and trying to get him as deep as possible.

You whimpered around his cock slightly when Bryan pulled out his fingers and you could feel the blunt head of his cock poking at your back entrance. You could feel Mox still under you and Bryan pushed himself inside of you slowly, stopping everything you made a noise of discomfort around Santana’s cock. When he was fully seated in you he gave you time to adjust, even though you’ve done this with them before you still had a bit of a hard time being so full.

When you started to slowly grind yourself back onto Bryan he took that as his signal to continue. You let out an almost pornographic moan when Bryan and Mox thrusted at the exact same time, and the vibrations from you caused Santana to try and stick himself further into your mouth.

“Shit such a good little slut, she’s got all her holes filled but I can see that she wants more.” Santana snarled as he made you deep throat him making you gag.

Your senses slipped away faster and faster, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears as you got closer and closer to the edge. You clenched unconsciously around Mox and Bryan making them out a choked moan, and you let out another whimper; you could feel every vein in their cock as they stretched you out.

Without warning your eyes rolled back as you fell over the cliff of pleasure. Your vision went stark white as you practically screamed around Santana's cock, and clenched, making Mox, Bryan, and Santana cum. Even in your hazy state, you tried to milk Santana for every drop of cum he had to offer you. Just the feeling of Mox and Bryan cumming inside of you made you spasm with more aftershocks of pleasure.

As soon as Santana pulled out of your mouth a keening whine exited when you felt something sticky land on your skin. Your body shook as Bryan pulled out of you, making you fall forward onto Mox's chest panting heavily.

At this point words escaped you, as you drooled on Mox's chest thoroughly fucked stupid. Mox ran his fingers through your hair as you settled slightly, a whimper coming out when you felt a wet cloth glide across your back. "Fucking hell, Eds. You and Ortiz got her covered." Mox rumbled as Santana wiped your back clean.

"Color?" Bryan asked you as you tried to grind yourself onto Mox. You looked at Bryan with almost a dreamy look in your eyes "Green." Bryan nods once "Okay time for a break." You looked like you were about to argue but Mox got your attention back on him, "The princess needs a break after being so good." You laid your head back on his chest and sighed, the soothing feeling of his fingers in your hair and the fact that you were fucked out made you drift off to sleep.

holy hell, this took me a bit. I hope you guys enjoy it! Love ya @nething4perfection

Our Little Love part four - mafia/soft Yandere au

So this started out not how it ended..... I tried a thing, it didnt work, it wasn't even in the original plan but Hoseok and his evil gleam made me do it, and after days of crying over it I give up

Trigger warnings: Yandere, mentions of blood and potential murder, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, bondage, theres a knife but no one gets cut, fingering, pussy slapping, oral, love bites, dry humping, orgasm denial, edging, unprotected sex..... I think that covers it. 10.9K words

“Let’s do an exercise,” you say, glancing around the cafe as the three of you sit in the booth. “A trust exercise”

Yoongi and Jungkook don’t look impressed as your gaze falls onto the approaching waiter that sends a smile and a wave your way. They both tense, glares forming.

“I’m going to go talk to the waiter and you’re not going to blow his brains out,” you state confidently.

“Dove, do you really want to make this quaint little cafe into a crime scene?” Yoongi turns to you with a fake gummy smile, an arm around your shoulder before the waiter reaches the table, tilting his head and blinking a few times innocently.

“It's such a nice place,” Jungkook says under his breath, shuffling closer to you, a possessive hand to your waist. “It would be a shame to stain it with blood.”

You gulp, knowing their threats weren’t half hearted, but roll your eyes at the pair, there goes today's trust exercise.

Since your return, your criminal boyfriends had promised to behave better, become better, and while they were trying it was still very much a push and pull battle. Today you would accept defeat, there was no point in ending an innocent guy's life because your boyfriends woke up extra jealous and grumpy this morning.

“Good morning and welcome to Time To Rise, my name’s Felix, what can I get for you all today?”

You want to wince at the fact he’s addressing you while he speaks, grabbing both Yoongi and Jungkook’s other hands under the table to keep them calm. The lovely waiter startles suddenly but you don’t look up from the table to see why, you don’t see the sadistic evil grins on your boyfriend’s faces that promised endless mindless torture. You give their hands a squeeze, begging wordlessly as your heart rate skyrocketed in worry. Maybe it was a bad idea to get breakfast… As soon as the waiter backs away and turns around the perturbed smiles are gone, displeasure replacing their expressions.

“He keeps looking over here hyung,” Jungkook huffs, his leg becoming restless. You stop holding his hand only to place your palm on his thigh, making him look at you.

“Because two very scary guys acted sketchy while ordering breakfast,” you very carefully defend Felix while simultaneously berating the youngest love of your life lightly with your tone.

Your eyes accidentally meet with the waiters, and immediately you look away before they notice.

“I hope he doesn’t call the police…” you mumble, biting your lip as your worrisome thoughts run away from you.

“He keeps glancing at you darling,” Yoongi notes, leaning into you to murmur in your hair while maintaining eye contact with the man in question.

You groan out in frustration.

“Because even I acted like a complete weirdo and stared at the table when he came over!”

Jungkook sniggers at your whining outburst, the sight poking a hole in his demeanour. He leans his head against yours, the flare of affection making him close the distance as he scrunches his nose against your cheek. You were so cute, how did you have him wrapped around your little finger? You don’t miss the way he was trying to press as much of his body against yours, that hand on your waist squeezing lightly. You push your head back against his, just as affectionately and playfully before rolling your eyes, knowing what he wanted but playing dumb.

“Even still, he should mind his own business,” Yoongi grumbles, eyes becoming more and more like daggers. He smirks a little when finally there’s some realisation in the boy's eyes from your interaction with Jungkook, who was now poking your sides because you hadn’t kissed him yet making you giggle because it tickled. Yes, you were here with both of them, how long did that take to get into this stupid kid’s brain? Was his arm around you not indication enough that you were taken? Or did the pest not care? “Wait till Jimin gets here…”

“You promised no civilians would get hurt this morning before we left,” you remind them, grabbing Jungkook’s arm to stop him for a second as you turned back to address Yoongi. “You don't hurt innocent people, you’re not going to start doing so because of me.”

“But babygirl anyone who looks at you lik-”

“Jungkook, I am not having this conversation again,” you press your finger to his lip with a stern gaze. “Everyone is innocent until proven guilty, no matter how they look at me.”

You internally cringe at your own lecture, but honestly it needed to be said out loud a billion times otherwise it was like talking to a brick wall, it just didn’t get through.

“Yoongi stop staring at him,” you snap.

Instead the shorter ruthless criminal moves his deadset eyes to you, stifling the way the corner of his lips tried to lift in a smirk as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. To say the past six months of your relationship was turbulent would be an understatement. You had become a ghost of the person you were when the secret of your identity became uncovered. When your betrayal was revealed that you were a detective sent to unravel their syndicate from within, it created insecurities and doubts within you all. You walked on eggshells, your strong demeanour stripped, and with it your relationship.

As much as Yoongi and the others hated to admit it, and never verbally would, the distance of you leaving did you good, it brought you back to your own body and back to them. You were your own person again, the women they all fell irrevocably in love with, obsessed with; their little love. Nothing was going to take you away from them ever again, not even yourself.

“I'm going to the bathroom,” you mumble, the pair of them breaking out into amused grins as they rise to follow you.

“No, seriously? It’s the bathroom,” you chastise them both, if you couldn’t teach them the earlier lesson with the waiter, they were going to learn something now. “Sit.”

Finger pointed at the pair and eyes narrowed, they stay in their seats like little wounded untrained puppies with severe attachment issues, convinced you were leaving them forever. Smothering sexy obsessive little boyfriends, they were going to have to learn the hard way, a little bit of distance was good and healthy. Breathing room, you had called it once, and the youngest three had given you aghast looks of disgust.

You chuckle to yourself at the memory in the bathroom of the cafe, the three stalls empty when you had entered. You hear the door open behind you, instantly assuming it was one of the boys, a scolding complaint ready to leave your lips as you turn to the sound with a groan, but you find the last person you ever expected to see.

“Ca-captain…?” You gasp in shock at the figure that snuck in behind you, but the feeling quickly fades when you remember who waited for you outside of this room. “You can’t be here.”

“Y/n,” Suho greets you casually, as if he hadn’t been tailing you for months waiting for an opportunity to talk to you alone. “How are you?”

Memories of your old partners battered body resurface into your mind, the consequence of the last time you revisited your old life blaring like a siren.

“You can’t be seen with me,” you warn him hurriedly, trying to move past him back to the boys. He blocks your path, not touching you but effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“You were my best detective L/n,” he sighs. “You of all people would never get tempted to go rogue, what the hell happened?”

“Suho please,” you beg him, panicking for his safety, sweating as you eyed the door with worry.

“Then Kai turns up black and and blue outside of a hospital without an explanation,” he declares. “And he won’t say a word, and here you are traipsing around with the men you were trying to put away.”

His confusion was apparent, the disgust was thinly veiled. He had taken you and Kai under his wing, the three of you ran that precinct, the day you handed in your resignation was the biggest slap to his face. Everything you had done for your career, the youngest female detective in the country, you were going places and you threw it all away? It made no sense to him. Hell, Suho even admitted if the system wasn’t outdated and sexist as it was, you would’ve made captain a long time before he did. Was that the reason you let all your hard work slip down the drain? Did BTS promise you something he would never be able to? But you were straight as an arrow when it came to your morals, you always had been, what did these monsters dangle under your nose that made you turn?

Your worst fear is materialised when the door creaks open, and your heart stops beating, petrified.

“Heaven, what’s taking you so-”

Jimin had finally joined the three of you, you had threatened to leave without him this morning if he didn’t wake up. He didn’t take you seriously until he heard the front door slam as you left, stumbling out of bed to get ready and join you. When he arrived, he patiently sat with the others at the table for all of two minutes before he decided it had been too long since he had last seen you, and it was a good thing he had.

Jimin’s eyes glaze over in a way that lets you know he only had murder on the brain and nothing more. The second he stalks up to your former boss you snap out of your stupor, side stepping Suho to push your boyfriend back by his chest.

“Jimin stop,” his hands grab your wrists harshly to move you aside, eyes burning a hole through the captain, but you press yourself against him as much as you can to physically stop him, looking up at him desperating searching for a sign of reaching him. “Baby he was just checking on me that was it.”

You see his nostrils flare, the grip on your wrists tighten with your words.

“Let’s just talk it through,” you beg. “Jiminie, you promised…”

That seemed to spark something in him, a flash of conscience passing through his eyes, finally turning to you as you let out a breath of relief. You dare to look in Suho’s way to find a look of realisation and shock there, looking away guiltily as you buried your face in your boyfriend’s neck.

“Captain Kim,” Yoongi’s voice joins you all with confidence and you close your eyes at the sound, praying for everything to please be alright. “I did not expect to find you here in the woman’s bathroom.”

Jimin lets go of you, but the action only makes you grab onto his jacket, pressing yourself closer to him as if you sought him out for comfort. He could read your body language, and while it confused him in this situation, that’s exactly what you were doing. He didn’t hesitate to bring his arms around you, protecting you from your old captain as he began to glare at him again.

“I must have misread the sign,” Suho chuckles emptily. “It must’ve been an easy thing to do since we’ve all found our way here.”

You don’t see him glance behind Yoongi where Jungkook stood, eyes piercing as his fists balled at his sides. The tallest of them chewed his lips to stop himself lunging at the captain of Seoul’s police force, all for your sake. He wondered if you counted this man to be part of the innocent quota, it would be a real shame if you did.

—

Yoongi drove you all back to the house, you had refused to peek out of the juncture of Jimin’s neck, shoulder and chest area during the journey, or even after the interaction, only nuzzling into the shorter male’s skin as your thoughts swam away and you drowned in them. Jungkook had glanced in the rearview mirror at the way his hyung was holding you in his lap. What had that stupid oaf desk jockey said to you to make you like this? He had half a mind to get Yoongi to turn the car around and beat the captain to a pulp for ever putting such a look on your face. What the hell was going on in that head of yours?

Even Yoongi found himself watching you both repeatedly as he drove, worry etched on his features.

“Dove, do you want to tell us what’s going on in that little head of yours?” Yoongi dares to ask but just as he suspected the question makes you sink further into Jimin.

“Little love, can we just appreciate the fact that we didn’t put a bullet through his brain like we wanted to,” Jungkook stated, thinking he was helping. “Even though the way you’re acting is driving us crazy, we’re holding ourselves back for you so please baby talk to us, we’re losing it.”

“Heaven,” Jimin calls for you softly, fingers stroking your arms gently as if it would coax you out. “What did he say?”

You only shake your head against him, unknowingly cementing their doubts and worries. Communication was key when your boyfriends were bordering on the maniacal side, your gesture of “no I don’t want to talk about the situation, I want to bury my head in the sand” badly translated to “no I don’t want to tell you what he said to protect him or because what he said hurt me” and that made their anger surge.

Yoongi’s knuckles gripped the steering wheel as he fought every fibre in his body not to turn the car around and run over the captain of the city of Seoul. His patience had worn thin, it was hanging by a mere atom, the thread had torn to pieces.

“Darling,” his voice was tense and heavy, you could hear it. “What. Did. He. Say?”

There’s a whimper and a sniffle, a stifling sob that has all the men silent in shock with their jaws open for a moment before Yoongi’s rage takes over.

“That’s it!”

The car swerved violently as it turned around to find the Seoul’s syndicate’s next victim.

“No no no!” You cry out through tears, finally breaking away from Jimin’s neck as you beg Yoongi to stop his plans of vengeance. “He didn’t say anything!”

“Then why are you crying!”

“I just didn’t expect to see that part of my life again,” you lie as convincingly as you can, watching their brows furrow with confusion as they try to make sense of your words. “Please just turn around, please! I just want to go home.”

Yoongi sighs as he watches you in the rear view mirror, a loud volatile debate in his head of what he should do. He conceded to the watering eyes begging him, silencing the part of his brain that wanted to skin the captain’s flesh from his bones. He’d save that for another day, whether you allowed it or not. Maybe by then he’d settle for something less drastic so as not to upset you.

—

“Yoongi I can walk,” you mumble into his neck as he carries you back to the house bridal style over the threshold.

“Why?” He scoffs harshly. “So you can run to your room and hide as soon as you step through the door?”

Dammit, he knew you too well. The way you tighten your arms around his neck only confirmed his suspicions, there was no way he was letting you go until they spoke to Namjoon.

Call it an overreaction, call it melodramatic or controlling or whatever, but last time you saw someone from that part of your life it ended with you running away from them and that fear had Yoongi in a chokehold. Yes, he knew their behaviour may have had some part to play in that decision, but in his brain the two events were directly correlated and no amount of reasoning or logic was going to convince him otherwise. The only positive thing he could take away from that interaction with your old boss was they behaved better than what they did when you met your former partner. Although, he still couldn’t bring himself to regret their actions then, only the consequences.

Jungkook and Jimin had sped in front of you both as soon as you parked to find the leader of the world’s biggest syndicate. As Yoongi kicked the front door closed behind him, Namjoon could be seen rushing down the steps with worry, the rest of your boyfriends behind him.

“Little love?”

“What happened?

“Why isn’t he in a body bag hyung?”

Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung are quick to voice their concern but Namjoon watches you closely, even though he can’t see your face, he can see the way you’re tensing in Yoongi’s arms. The pair make eye contact, Yoongi nodding at the nonverbal command as he gently places your feet on the ground, your arms stubbornly refusing to let him go.

The others watch as he strokes your arm encouraging you to release him, a hand around your waist to support you against him. He places a swift kiss to your cheek in wordless apology as he takes your wrist in his hand pulling you away so you're forced to face Namjoon’s hard stare.

There’s a palpable pause in the room as they take your features in, the obvious signs that you had been crying evident for them all to see, which they do with shock initially, jaws opening before they clench close in fury.

“What did he say little love?” Hoseok’s anger was always the worst, he took it out on anyone around him like a bomb, or a fire uncontained.

“Where are we burying him?” Taehyung eyes pierce through you, his gaze fixed on your tear stained cheeks, his expression and voice void of emotion as his rage ran deep. He was going to bury the fucker alive, he was going to watch him drown in the dirt slowly, painfully, crying and begging for his own life.

Jin takes a step towards you but a hand on his shoulder stops him, Namjoon’s stare doesn’t falter when he takes the step instead, offering you his hand as Yoongi lets go of your wrist so you can take it. You don’t straight away, looking up at him hesitantly, trying to gauge his thoughts, trying to come up with a way to diffuse the situation without revealing your innermost insecurities and saving Suho’s life.

You let out a shaky sigh before placing your hand in his, his grip comforting but firm as he takes you to the living room, the place they brought you to after everything was revealed. It was also a place where Namjoon gave you what you called the debriefing of your punishments, and you feared this was what was happening now. Your thoughts seemed to be heading in the right direction because Namjoon sat on the couch where those occurrences took place, looking up at you expectedly as he had multiple times before. Your nerves tingle with worry, you knew why he was doing this, the position of your debriefs had you vulnerable, on his lap with his eyes focused on you. You couldn’t lie to him or hide from him here and you both knew it.

“Joonie,” you whispered in protest, pulling your hand away but his grip tightened. He doesn’t say a word, patient and expectant as ever, rubbing small soothing circles on the skin he held with his thumb as you tried to calm your spiking anxiety. You might’ve associated the situation with being in trouble, but it was supposed to be a safe place too, Namjoon had always wanted that, and in the beginning it was. The recent events may have scuppered the behavioural link he worked so hard to build into you, but that was his fault, he would admit it.

He tugs your hand gently when you’re still hesitant, watching you take deep breaths before taking the plunge and bringing your thighs to either side of his, straddling him as his hands find your waist. He lets you look away from him, lets you find your bearings, waiting patiently for your eyes to find his.

As soon as you look into those deep brown eyes you try to look away but he isn’t having it, there isn’t any room for regression in your relationship. His fingers grip your chin so you have no choice but to face him, your eyes focusing on his lips until he squeezes hard.

That’s better, he thinks when your eyes settle on his, the vulnerability in them increasing tenfold as each second passes as he expected. You always let your anxiety fill the silence, you had a fear of it for some reason, as if you thought if someone wasn’t talking they were thinking bad things about you, judging you, and if you spoke you could stop those thoughts from ever forming. It was a childish practice but it worked in his favour.

This time however, you were adamant about keeping your lips sealed, he could see it. The others had come to stand around you both, Hoseok sitting in the chair behind you like he normally did during your debriefs, making sure you understood whatever lesson they had to teach.

“He didn’t say anything,” you finally breathe to defend Suho, despising yourself for not being able to keep your emotions in check when any misunderstanding caused by them could result in serious consequences. He didn’t do anything wrong, he was looking for answers, you could understand that, you just prayed they would too.

“I know the Captain has been tailing you little love,” Namjoon admits, an eyebrow raised as if you were questioning his intellect. He brings your face closer to his inspecting the shock on your face by his revelation, he was by no means an idiot.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you mumble.

“What good would it have done?” he asks.

“We don’t keep secrets,” you repeat his words to him from ages back, hurt that he didn’t feel the need to tell you your old life was chasing you.

“You’re keeping one now,” Jungkook scoffs from where he’s standing behind the couch, leaning on his hands, looking away when Namjoon shuts him up with a glare.

“I’m a reasonable man, little love,” the leader of the syndicate states as matter of fact, “I can understand why your old captain was interested as to why his best detective would join forces with the most heinous criminals the country has to offer…”

He chuckles, dimples forming on his soft cheeks as if he were harmless, and his words were fiction. He knows he’s tailed his own men for less, any whiff of betrayal and the barrel of his gun follows until it finds proof.

“...what I don’t understand is how he got to you.”

Any trace of his gentle tone is gone and replaced with a hard stare, the words aimed at Yoongi and Jungkook who began shuffling uncomfortably, but you received the look in his eyes. With his jaw clenched and eyes burning, it was easy to see why so many of their enemies screamed with fear as they begged for their lives in front of this man, how many of them tried to run away at the sight. And the worst part was you knew, you were only seeing a fraction of the terror he could induce.

“Or your reaction to whatever it is he supposedly didn’t say.”

“Why did you cry little love?” Jin can’t help asking softly, watching your features. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, he knew that was why Namjoon was questioning you here, why he commanded their silence with his eyes when he took your hand. Unfortunately the slip had a domino effect.

“Did you miss him? Taehyung almost spits, eyes narrowing on your form.

“It didn’t look like a heartwarming reunion from where I was standing,” Jimin scoffs, arms crossed, annoyance written over his angelic features. His foot taps impatiently, wanting you out with it, whatever it was causing your heartache.

They had to know, how did you not understand that yet, anything that affected you, anything to do with you, they had to know. When they didn’t it felt like an unsettling itch from within that they just couldn’t reach, something so out of their control it flared their darker sides, their anger and malice. Whatever it took to satisfy that itch.

The trance Namjoon enveloped you under, where you believed it was just you and him, shattered with their words. You felt their penetrating stares pierce you over and over, the feeling of panic rising in you like a wave, exactly what the man still holding your chin in his hand wanted to avoid.

He sighs, his plan gone to waste. So much for trying patience, unfortunately he would have to rely on his more underhanded tactics. He sends the other heads of his syndicate glares and they disgruntledly back off before he turns his attention back to you.

Focus on me baby, he strokes your hair, you resembled a deer in headlights, spooked and frozen. He could feel your heart racing, it was beating so loud and hard against your chest that it reverberated to every inch of your skin. He would’ve loved to have met you as a detective in the interrogation room, would have loved to see you in action. Your ferocity, tenacity, he knew what you were capable of, he just revelled in the fact it all melted away so easily with them.

He chuckles lightly at the way your breath catches, the way your eyes are searching his, he keeps them soft, luring you into a sense of security, false or otherwise. He pulls you forward and traps you in a kiss, groaning as you press back and open your mouth for him. Any notion of ever losing you would be cut like a cord before it ever formed. When they held you in their arms like this, they would burn cities for you should you ask it, they would beat any living thing that ever dared touch their little love.

He smirks when you whine as he releases you, wanting to feel flattered but knowing you probably guessed your time was up the moment you both parted. You would have to give in soon, there was never going to be another outcome that they would accept. His lips still touch yours as you chase them, the vice grip on your chin keeping you still. Namjoon knew exactly how to torture all of his victims, including you.

“You can tell me dove…” he murmurs against your lips. “Or I can pass you over to Hoseok and the others… you remember how that went last time.”

You suck in a breath of shock, the ghost of pleasure and pain jolting through you at the memory. The men all watch you swallow, a dark glint in their gazes as their eyes trace from your neck to your waist and thighs. Jungkook pulls down the top of his t-shirt, the material too close to his neck now that he felt the room suddenly heat up. He subtly, slowly, so not to attract attention, presses his crotch to the back of the couch as he watches you take in Namjoon’s words, a sadistic part of him hoping you would stay quiet. He grips on to the headrest, a small uncontrolled roll of his hips as he remembers the sounds that came out of your mouth that night, they way they echoed in his head now. The veins popping in his arms catches your sight, your eyes tracing them up to his fucked out expression. You can’t breathe.

“Or maybe you want that,” Namjoon laughs, amused by your stupor, calling for your attention.

You shake your head desperately in disagreement, pushing back on his chest to gain some distance, but his hand only shackles around your wrist, chaining you to him.

“This is taking too long,” Hoseok states irritatedly, the undertone of wanting to move things along in his direction heard by the others.

“I need a minute,” you plead, head bowed from their lust filled gazes, trying to get your breathing back under control, but they were having none of it.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon calls him forward, handing over the reins, enjoying your expression of utter surprise and betrayal. He was going to be patient, he promised himself he would be, but each second you kept your mouth closed made their worry spike. “Times up little love.”

You didn’t have to turn around to see his domineering aura, you could feel it creep up your back, sending shivers up your spine as he approached. The hunter stalking the deer. His arm wraps around your middle, hoisting you up from Namjoon’s lap, carrying you to his bedroom, the others following and trying their hardest to stifle their glee. You very feebly try to push his arm away, unable to find your voice. A part of you knew it was best to be docile, to not fight back, your body remembering the pulsating plethora of pain and pleasure from last time.

The second your feet touch the floor, you’re pushed back onto his bed, landing on your butt with a bounce.

“Taehyung, rope,” he extends his hand out to the younger male, kneeling down in front of you and pushing you flat on the bed with his other hand. He hovers above you, face inches from your own, the rope tauntingly waved in your peripherals.

“Still not going to say a word, love?” he asks, an eerie calm in his eyes.

You shake your head no in reply, voice still caught in your throat.

“So you understand the consequences?” He was giving you a chance to end it before it began, in his own way he was asking for your consent, the choice was yours to make, the only thing they wouldn’t let you decide was whether or not you would tell them. The question wasn’t if you would spill whatever secret you were keeping in your chest, it was when, and if you tortured them with the length of the reveal, they would return the favour in their own manner.

You nod, accepting your fate, jaw set to stubborn. He tsks loudly, the rope tracing your cheeks almost like caress.

“Do you understand the consequences, little love?” he repeats himself, voice harder than it was before.

“Yes,” it's quiet but firm, the second it's out a grin breaks out on his face, but it doesn’t reach the promise in his eyes.

—

Hoseok’s bed was made for moments like this, you lying spread eagle, each limb tied to each post as their eyes devoured your form. Eight bodies in his room all under his control, unless Namjoon decided to intervene, but he wouldn’t let the possibility of that sour where his plans were heading.

He could see your hands pull at the rope, your muscles tensing as you still refused to speak, but it didn't matter anymore, they had all night to extract the information from you.

“Hyung stop teasing us, the dress next,” Jungkook whined as Yoongi took his time with you.

The aforementioned male was currently under instruction to undress you with his knife. He had already discarded the tights, kissing everywhere his blade traced carefully. He would never cut you, not his darling, even if the others liked to play rough sometimes, within reason. He was already eyeing your wrists and ankles with distaste, but this was Hoseok’s domain, he would berate him later if you got hurt in any way.

“Panties next, then dress,” Jin directs, receiving a scowl from the maknae.

“Hyung!”

Yoongi ignores the two squabbling, eyeing the dress as his hand kneads the supple flesh of your thigh. The knife hangs above your sternum, your chest heaving with each breath in anticipation as you watch the glint of the metal.

“Hold still love,” Yoongi murmurs, but how were you supposed to with it so close to your chest?

You look away, face turned to the mattress, eyes closed as you hold your breath. He’s so delicate, you know he’d never hurt you, but you can feel the whisper of what that weapon could do, and it's both terrifying and thrilling in every sense.

You only open your eyes when you feel his lips pepper kisses of praise from the highest point of your cheek, down your jaw to the newly exposed skin of your cleavage. Distracting you with his mouth, he does away with the remaining material of what used to be your dress, discarding it quickly off the bed before he seals your lips desperately with his own, pressing his clothed body onto your almost bare form. He wanted to tell you how well you did, but he knew praises weren’t part of the plan today. Instead he let his mouth devour yours, tongue tasting you with a pleasant moan. The knife is placed out of reach somewhere so he can cup your cheek, his other hand roaming your sides.

You try to touch, frustrated as you pull against the rope, forgetting the whole reason why you were in this position to begin with.

“Hyung, the rest of her clothes,” Jimin reminds him impatiently, waiting for his turn.

Yoongi begrudgingly parts his lips from yours, a tiny string of saliva still connecting you both together as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Just tell us little love,” he almost begs, but you show no signs of doing so.

He sighs, features turning to stone as he sits up, the blade unforgivingly tearing through your underwear until no inch of you was hidden. You shiver when he pins you down with a look in his eyes that makes sure you understood that, there was nothing you could hide from them, nothing that they couldn’t uncover.

They were the most powerful men in Seoul, and while they worshipped you, while you were the only being they loved, an angel amongst ants, you were not out of the reach of that power. You didn’t feel naked until Yoongi walked away from you, and suddenly you were aware of every inch of skin that was exposed to them. They stand around you in a disjointed circle, predators proud of the prey they caught in their trap. There it was, Hoseok could see it, that look of realisation in your eyes, this was the level of vulnerability he wanted you to feel. He wanted it to creep up your limbs into your chest until your heart pumped at their mercy.

“I’m starting to think our darling wanted to end up in this position,” Seokjin is the first to reach your form out of them, his eyes directly on your glistening folds before his fingers plunge into your warmth. He smirks as your back tries to arch off the bed, mouth agape at the intrusion. “Keeping secrets so we can ‘punish’ her like this.”

He says it mockingly as you clench around him, slowly fucking you with his digits as you try to maintain control over yourself.

“No, that's not it,” you deny airly, trying to sound defiant.

“Really love?” He removes his fingers to show you the evidence, your wetness coating them clearly in the light. All you could focus on was how empty you suddenly were, the way your core ached to be filled again after being teased with the feeling for a fleeting moment. But Jin was determined to play judge, jury and executioner, a knowing smirk on his face as he sucks your sweetness from his fingers. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t rub your thighs at the sight, but you still tried, cursing whoever was chuckling at your attempts. Fucking restraints.

As underhanded as it was, the horny side of your brain now fully took over, thinking of a way to get out of this position and move straight on to dessert. You tug against the ropes, wincing audibly, frowning for them all to see. You don’t miss the flare of concern passing through their features, containing your own smirk at how easy they could be to manipulate when it came to your safety, normally you would never ever think of doing it but if Hoseok had his way, you would be tied here for most of the night. You suck in a sharp breath, eyes closing as if in pain.

“The rope burns,” you say weakly, pouting sadly with glistening puppy dog eyes.

“Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi chastises the mastermind, ready to untie you in a heartbeat but unfortunately for you, Hobi could see right through your charade.

“Yoongi it hurts,” you whine pathetically and honestly it makes him laugh, the others were whipped for your little act, he could see the worry in their brows as they fought with themselves to release you, but they wouldn’t until Hoseok allowed it. Good for him, Namjoon had kept a level head despite your words, otherwise his little ploy to overdose you with their version of love and affection would come to an end.

“Hyung she’s playing with us,” your more sadistic boyfriend announces, shaking his head at your audacity. They were trained killers and torturers, did you really think that was going to get past him just because you knew how to tug at their heart strings?

You could almost scowl at him, Yoongi was seconds away from taking a step towards you, you knew it. Instead you find yourself fighting a shudder when Hobi stands in front of you instead.

“Dove, you start this punishment every time thinking you’re going to win,” he chuckles, his palm on your thigh stroking your skin softly. “But you don’t, what makes you think this time will be different?”

Maybe it’s the position, maybe it was the pressure from their gazes but the words slip out of you against your better judgement.

“I don’t want to tell you this time,” you whisper. You watch all of their eyes darken at your confession, past the confines of lust and into the depths of possession. Whether or not there was a challenge to your tone, they had already accepted it.

He hums deeply, but you can see the fire ignite in his eyes as he stares you down, his thumb finding your clit, circling slowly. He doesn't need to see your slick gush out of you, he can feel it on his digits, smirking as his circling gets wider.

“Third time lucky huh baby?” he asks, a smug look plastered on his face, mocking you as he watches you press your lips into a line, your head pushed back against the pillow they so kindly placed under it, the way you so obviously swallowed down any sounds of pleasure before they could reach the open air. The other pillow was placed under your hip so they could reach and see you easier, and now as he inspected it, it was probably going to have to be thrown away with the mess you were making. “Well?”

Quick as a bullet, the smile is wiped from his face, thumb gone only for four fingers to slap your cunt hard. The sudden whiplash breaks you, lips unsealed to release a startled whimper into the room. This was why this position was his favourite, everything he gave you, you had to lie there and take.

“I asked you a question, dove,” he says menacingly, those four fingers rubbing round your folds to both calm and cause you ache.

You don’t even remember him asking one, the way your pussy was throbbing had your mind firing blanks. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to recover, another harsh hit has you crying out. Your eyes prickle with tears at the sting, but he soothes the pain quickly as he strokes your cunt, spreading your juices, making a mess, pushing you abruptly over the line to pleasure before your mind could catch up with you.

“H-hobi,” you choke out his name as you lose yourself to the feeling, pleading with the man to give you a second to think. “Fuck I-”

You had to remember quickly, you’ve seen him play this game before with actual victims of his torture, though obviously not like this. It always went on and on until they gave him an answer, and he didn’t stop until they did. He explained it to you before, it wasn’t about extracting information at this point during his style of interrogation. He asked an arbitrary question but didn’t give his prey a moment to answer correctly, hazing them with two extreme forms of torture, driving them hot and cold until he reduced them to nothing, and they gave away everything.

Your train of thoughts ran too long, another wet smack echoed against the walls followed by your broken mewls, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes. The others held their breath at the sight, held in a trance as your body helplessly tried to recoil away. You openly moaned now, head arched back as his fingers picked up the pace.

“That didn’t answer the question,” he snickers, the corner of his lip smirking viciously the more vocal you became.

“Yes!” you cry out, taking a chance on any fucking answer as you tried to contain the sounds spilling from you. He can’t realise you’re close, if he realises you’re close-

Your cunt throbbed against the cold air as he took his fingers away. Your poorly thought out plan worked against you; you answered the question, there was no reason to continue this part of his torture. Did you really think you could trick him? They all studied your every reaction every time you had sex, as if he wouldn’t know when you were close.

He chuckles as you groan desperately, the disappointment of not getting to cum making you want to bawl, and he had the audacity to laugh at your misfortune? Resentment and anger boiled under your skin, all of that, and he didn’t let you cum? The frustration had you more determined to win this game of his, more so out of spite.

He can see the resolve in your eyes, he was going to have so much fun breaking it bit by bit. Your eyes catch the prominent lining of his dick through his clothes as he moves away, almost as if he wanted you to see how hard you made him, your gaze unable to tear away at the sight, mouth watering. All your fuckable holes were empty and seven of your so-called lovers stood in abstinence while you writhed in need.

—

Jin had his cock standing tall in his moving hand, red tip leaking precum, heavy lidded eyes boring into yours so enticingly you could feel your throat swallowing criminally around nothing at the sight.

“Eyes on me heaven,” the body above your own quips deeply, voice vibrating against the skin he was currently worshipping with his mouth. His large hand slides up your neck, fingers pressed to the edge of your jaw, forcing you to look away from his hyung.

Hard kisses rise up your breast to your collar, tongue swirling the site before his teeth clamp down to punish your wavering attention.

“Tae!” You whine in shock, body pushing against his own at the pain but he only grins, moving an inch to suck on your skin determined to litter you with his marks. He’s not hurting you, not really, not in his mind. He would never hurt you. There was nothing wrong with leaving little love bites, they let everyone know who you belonged to, that was all. Anyone who dared to look at you would know, they’d see it, you were theirs. He hums in content at the thought, the sound so erotic to your ears.

Every time his teeth grazed your skin, every nip, every bite sent a jolt of pleasure down to your already aching core, you were so worked up, so on edge every touch was sending you into overdrive. You were losing coherency to need, your body took over, all it wanted was to be touched, more and more, and you were beginning to think you would give in to anything.

Every ear in the room strained to hear you pant, the tiny whimpers that you tried to hold back as your body became a canvas of red, the open air soothing the marks where Taehyung was busy creating more. His tongue never left your skin.

It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to see what he’s doing, sighing in aggravation partly caused due to the erection in his pants. He hated seeing you hurt, but he couldn’t explain that deep satisfaction when it was one of them marking your beautiful body, when you hurt for them, when they were the ones to push your boundaries and limits. When you liked it. He would always chastise the others when they played too rough but even he could help the proud smirk in the mornings when you ached from the night before.

“I think that's enough,” he orders gruffly, side eyeing Hoseok who was letting Taehyung take things too far.

The younger male whines against you in protest, not yet done with his work of art, carrying on with more urgency. His movements become harsher, less calculated, making you squirm underneath him. Your clit is so close to his thigh, if you could just-

“Taehyung,” Hoseok’s command is calm, and though he hesitates he removes his lips from you, he follows his orders. Hooded eyes meet your own before they run down your body with a groan, he did so well, he did so fucking well. He wished the room had a mirror on the ceiling so you could see it too, the way he painted you.

He ruts into your hip, all self control lost the moment he saw his work coupled with your glazed eyes, mouth engulfing yours in a bruising kiss. You swallow his moans, relishing in the way finally the top of his thighs pressed against your clit as he moved against you. It wasn’t the ideal way to cum but you were so wound up you just needed to, you didn’t care how.

“So perfect,” he groans, mouth still attached to yours, fingers digging into your waist as he chases his own high, hopefully unaware you were reaching yours. “Our perfect little love.”

It was just a matter of who got there first, you desperately tried to lose yourself to it, begging your body for release before someone tore it away from you again.

“F-Fuck, ours, our baby, our love,” he possessively states, rutting against you faster as he spurs himself on, kissing down your cheek to your neck as he groans below your ear.

You bite your lip hard to stop yourself returning his moans, not wanting them to notice your own oncoming orgasm as you both raced to the finish line, but it wasn’t enough for you. His movements only seemed to tease you, stimulating you for only seconds at a time, you wanted to scream but they’d be on to you if you did.

“Ours,ours,oursoursours- fuck fuck fuck,” he loses himself, cumming in his pants with a shudder as he stills, resting his weight on you with a fucked out sigh. You close your eyes in disappointment at your second failed orgasm for the night, stopping yourself from crying out.

You only open them when you feel Taehyung detach himself from you, breathing heavily with a cheeky grin on his lips, a chaste kiss to yours before he releases a breathy laugh.

“Mine,” he whispers so the others don’t hear before addressing Hobi, “I told you I could do it hyung.”

“Well done,” Hoseok snickered loudly, walking into your field of vision with a smug look on his face. “She really believed she was going to cum that time.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up with their taunting, but when you do you send Taehyung a seething look for his betrayal.

“Fuck you Jung Hoseok,” your voice hoarse but the bite could be heard. He only laughs, pure twisted happiness stretching ear from ear.

“That’s exactly what you want, baby.”

You try to ignore the way your core was weeping but they could see it clear as day, the sight had Yoongi and Jungkook smirking, while Jimin and Jin watched with their tongues hanging out, ready for a lick.

“Look at the mess little love has made Jiminie,” Hoseok says as he approaches him, standing behind him with his hands on his shoulders. “Help her clean it up.”

He didn’t need it but he’s pushed toward you, stalking towards you desperately like a man starved. Hobi’s games were torture for everyone playing.

Normally he would take his time, he would kiss up our ankle to your thighs before devouring you, but he was so hungry he dived right in. You whined loudly as he ate you out, tugging on your restraints as you thrashed under him so hard that Yoongi wanted to hold your limbs down himself.

“Ji-min” you choke, hurtling towards your long awaited high so fast it was on your fingertips. “Ah, ah- NO!”

Like the snap of a band he sits up, your essence pouring down his chin a sinful sight.

“Fuuuck, no,” you cried, so done with this cruel punishment now.

“Sorry heaven,” he murmurs, licking his lips of your sweetness before kissing your thighs, waiting for you both to settle before he begins the journey again.

“No…” you try to wriggle away as he pecks your clit, overstimulated and sensitive to his touch. You can’t breathe, you can’t move, he peppers soft kisses all around your cunt, you’d find it romantic if you weren’t so spent. “I can’t, Jiminie I c-can’t.”

He licks a long stripe, circling your clit with his tongue as you try to catch your breath between moans. He makes out with your folds back to your hole, fucking you with his tongue, peering over your mound to watch you cry out for him.

It takes everything to detach himself from you again when he feels you clench around him, but Hobi’s instructions were clear: play with you, do whatever they want, but don’t let you cum, don’t fuck you.

“Please, please please,” you sniffle, painfully edged another time, eyes watering as your chest heaves. “Jiminie!”

His thumbs wipe away tears you didn’t realise had fallen, soothing you softly with a fond smile on his face.

“Shhh, don’t beg, beautiful,” he hums. “ I can barely hold myself back.”

He doesn’t wait long enough for you to come down this time, engulfing you again with a moan as you cry out again so shamelessly. Did you understand how beautiful this was to them? The sight of you spread helpless and needy for their attention, wanting them the way they always wanted you. Easy access to every part of you, moving only the way they wanted you to, their little doll, their little love.

Jimin moans into your cunt as he devours you, the constant edging rippling a scream from your throat as you begged to be pushed over this time. You almost believe this time you could, he brings you insanely close, closer than before, lost in his own lust induced trance, happily drowning in you before Hoseok pulls him out.

“Jimin!” His tone is sharp, the command makes the younger male tear away from you like a bandaid and you thrash against your restraints in frustration like a fish out of water. They all groan at the sight of your pussy pulsating with another orgasm out of reach, desperately and wordlessly begging to be filled.

“PLEASE!” You sound so deranged but you don’t even care at this point. You can’t even think straight, all you knew was you needed them and that was it, your brain’s based instincts kicked in, you were powerless, they were not, it was simple mathematics even your hazy mind could calculate.

“Please just let me cum please,” you openly sob, your cries filling the room but they only coo at the sight. You were so close this time, you could almost taste it and the journey back down was painful.

Your vision is so blurred with tears you don’t notice the change in presence above you, until you hear him groan. Jungkook can feel you throb against his dick as he leans against you, like your core had its own heart beat. He licks your tear stained face on one side, following the trail back to the source before kissing softly down your face. His hand finds your breast, kneading gently, taking his time with you at the cost of your sanity.

“Baby hates the lack of control,” he pouts against your lips sadly, eyes full of mirth and mocking. You did, every ounce of control was seized from you, it was why this punishment was so painful.

“K-ko-okie,” you were a blubbering mess, the more deranged depraved side of him found it so enticing he captured your crying lips in his own, smiling sadistically into the kiss as his hips rolled into your heat. This side of you was only for their eyes, this stripped fucked out needy part of you was theirs, only they could bring it out of you, only they could indulge in it. They wrapped you up in poignant perfection in front of everyone else, but this lewd sight was for their perversion.

“Look at our pillow princess,” he snickers, brushing your hair back affectionately as he parts from your lips with a pop. “Our crybaby.”

He grins happily, doe eyes full of love, a stark contrast to his lower half dry humping you. You’ve soaked through his clothes and he badly wants to disobey the rules and just fuck you. Just the tip, surely they wouldn’t mind the tip.

“She's so pretty when she cries,” Hoseok agrees with a chuckle. “But only when she’s crying for us.”

You don’t miss the hidden meaning behind his words even in your current state, whimpering from guilt at the accusation.

“That’s enough,” Namjoon finally announces since you all entered, his voice cutting through the lust-hazed room. Jungkook bites back his groan of protest, hips jittering to a still before moving away from you with a quick peck to your lips. Hoseok’s fun was over, it fulfilled its cause. At his command, they all stand still waiting for the head of their syndicate to take his turn.

“Joonie please,” you sob, unable to handle the way you were aching to cum, needing someone to touch you. You were so empty, the open air did nothing to comfort you.

His shadow falls over your form, his foreboding aura settling your tears as you look into the darkness of his eyes. His palm caresses your cheek, and you nuzzle into it wanting to melt his stone expression away.

“Have we tortured our love enough?” he asks, his tone empty, void of any inkling of his thoughts.

“Joonie please fuck me,” you beg, eyes closed as you focused on his touch like you were starving for it, even if it were just a hand to your face. You don’t know whether you want to kiss it or nip it with your teeth, just to get him to move, to do something with you. “Please fuck me, I can’t take it.”

“Are you going to tell us?”

You can hear the ultimatum whether he tried to hide it or not, your heart drums in panic, your body sobering.

“Joonie please!” You whimper, real tears rushing out of you as his stoic stature shows no sign of moving. The anxiety spirals into the brink of a breakdown, your mind running red alarm bells, almost forcing your confessions out of you. He always gives in to you in the end, when it came to sex, none of them ever refused to make you cum. They would elongate the edging, tie you up, play with you however they wanted, they would lie and deny that they would let you cum, but in the end they always gave in.

But the black vastness of Namjoon’s eyes told you otherwise, the rules had changed, you finally felt the gravity of the situation. His silence was terrifying you into believing he didn’t love you the same because of one stupid secret, that his displeasure with you ran so deep it changed the way he saw you.

“Joonie please let me cum,” you openly weep, pleading for him to prove you wrong.

The hand on your cheek holds onto your face firmer, his jaw tenses.

“One last chance little love,” he says in a low tone.

It’s on the tip of your tongue, pushing itself against your teeth, trying to barrel out of your mouth but you hold it back. He sighs as you sniffle, nodding in acceptance. The others hesitate when he orders them to leave with a look.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Your voice breaks their hearts as they walk away but Namjoon’s decision could never be questioned. The most powerful man in Seoul waits for you to meet his gaze, to see how serious he was about this. He doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse as you beg for them, as you cried for him to stop when he turned away.

“He judged our relationship!” You shriek through your tears, the confession washing a wave of agony over your chest as you wailed. You close your eyes in defeat, you didn’t want to tell them, but you just did.

All seven men freeze at your words, taking it in as it striked through their veins, igniting a terrifying fury in their hearts. Why did you care what he thought?

You can feel his presence over you again, the others close behind, opening your eyes to see his questioning gaze and the sinister rage that would not accept silence as an answer.

“I-I, He,” you bite your lip to control the way they trembled as he watched you shed tears for another man, no longer able to meet his stare. “I-I could see it in his eyes-”

You take a shaky breath, trying to get the words out.

“He realised I left b-because,” the look Suho gave you was burned to the back of your mind. “Because…”

“Because you love us,” Jimin finishes your sentence for you abruptly, eyes glowering with oncoming danger.

“Why does an insect's opinion matter so much to you, little love?” Jin spits, disgust running down his throat at his own question. What did he mean to you that his judgement had you crying like this?

“I-I looked up to him,” you confess weakly and it cements their jealousy. “He was my closest friend, but the look on his face it j-just- I, I realised-”

The more you spoke the more impatient they became with you, you were already paying too much attention to this insignificant ant from your past, he shouldn’t matter. You had all seven of them now, why would you give this idiot so much thought, enough thought that it had you questioning your relationship with them. Whether you wanted it or not, he would be in a body bag before the night ended.

“Spit it out Y/n,” Jungkook seethes, the use of your name with no audible ounce of love cutting you deeply.

You meet Namjoon’s unfaltering stare feeling the most vulnerable you had in your life.

“Am I a bad person for loving you?” You breathe, voice thick before you hiccup back tears. “Is loving you so wrong?”

Six of the seven hard glares on your form falter, only one remained.

“Because the look on his face said I was the most disgusting, v-vile..” your voice rose with every insult as if you were attacking yourself with them. “...evil piece of shit to ever exist.”

Namjoon hovers above you, a silent anger vibrating through his skin as he takes off his shirt. That bug made the most precious beautiful being on this revolting planet feel like this, and you believed him. They had drowned you in their love, whispering prayers on your skin of your perfection, worshipping every inch of you, and you never trusted a word of it. But this virus of man… you accepted everything he had to say with a look. Namjoon was going to make you both pay.

“You, little love?” He soothes you with his voice. “Never…”

He shakes his head, leaning on one arm as his other hand gips your chin harshly, fingers squeezing your cheeks until your mouth opened.

“But us,” there's a depraved gleam in his eyes as he smirked. “We are baby, we’re the scum of the Earth.”

You try to shake your head in denial to his statement but his hold on you was firm.

“And we tainted you.” He spits into your mouth to emphasise his point, letting out a breath of laughter when you swallow it without prompting, amused by the way your eyes dilated at his attention.

“Yorre-not” you try to speak despite the awkward position of your mouth, feeling the ache as he releases his grip to let you speak. “Not to me.”

“Little love, you’ve seen what we do,” he starts sternly. “Don’t deny what we are.”

“You do bad things,” you protest, wanting to reach out and touch him, but you’re still stuck in Hobi’s trap. “You’re not bad people.”

He chuckles humourlessly at your naivety as he unzips his pants, pulling them down to release his erection. His dick bounces against his abdomen, angry veins protruding on the underside as he lines it with your entrance. If you didn’t get it yet, he’d fuck it into you untl you did.

“I want you to love us for what we are,” he says as he enters you watching your back arch and jaw drop, your walls sucking him in.

I-I do,” you whine, head thrashed back on the pillow as he bottoms out.

“I want you to stop making excuses for our behaviour in that little head of yours, we’re monsters love, demons from hell, we won’t change.”

“You’re not.”

You shake your head in denial, a pleasant moan rumbling from your throat as you finally feel fucking full.

“Look at our love for you,” he says as he begins to move, encasing you in his arms, surrounding you in him. “Look at what we do for you, we’d kill for you, no good man behaves the way we do.”

He thrusts deep and hard, slowly fucking you stupid as you struggled to speak.

“No good man fucks like this, like they want to own you, possess you, trap you,” he grunts, smirking when you clench around him. You could deny it all you wanted, you loved this side of them. You loved being smothered in the affection only they could give you.

It felt so good, so euphoric you could die here happily, you were so spent you could barely manage to keep your eyes open. Your oncoming orgasm creeps up on you, he can see it in the little frown between your brows as you whimper and pant for him delicately, body tensing underneath his own.

“Do you deserve to cum love? He asks mockingly, laughing when you nod desperately in reply.

“Pl-ease,” it was the only word you managed to articulate, your head was fogged and given into exhaustion.

“You can cum little love,” he breathes against your lips, giving you permission but not without a cost. “But if you do, we’re going to go pay your friend a little visit, I’m going to make you sit on my lap while the others make him understand you’re ours.”

He gruffly releases a breath on your lips, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he works you both closer to release, picturing the scene.

“He’s going to watch me fuck your pretty little throat before he dies,” he moans at the debaucharous image his vindictive side imagined. “Until you both get it into your heads, you’re mine.”

Deep dark smug satisfaction was the last thing you saw in his eyes as you reach your high to his depraved lilt, mouth open silently screaming, cumming hard around him. The pleasure soon turns to overstimulation as pounded into you through the longest orgasm of your life, high pitched whimpers escaping you as it becomes too much, head spinning as you come down from nearly passing out.

“F-fuck you want that too love,” the gutteral thickness of his voice almost growls. “I know you do baby-I know.”

It doesn’t take long for him to follow, filling you with his cum as he impels himself as deep as he could reach, whispering praises of possession, pressing his lips to your skin. You can’t focus on his words, barely able to catch your breath with the fatigue settling into your bones. Your eyes close, drained and reeling. You think you’ll be fine in a moment, but you fall quickly into a dreamless sleep. Seven love sick sociopaths watching you.

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Be a good girl

Tommy shelby X female!Reader

Summary: tommy has been teasing you all day and It's time you get some payback... or something like that.

Warnings: SMUT, pnv, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, tommy's desk.

word count: 2067

smut under the cut

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Tommy spoke low in your ear. Hands on your hips helping to sit you on his thick cock. “C’mon love, you wanted it eh? You can take it just fine like this.” You struggled to take him in so fast, you didn't think he would just sit you on his cock. You pushed through and snuggled him into you, feeling full and warm. “Good girl, now stay still.” you shook your head and laid your head on his shoulder. 

Tommy had been teasing you all day, since he had most of the day off, just needing to do some work at home he was free to grope you and kiss you tell you were dizzy. He never touched you enough though, he would pull away when things got too heated and leave you feeling hot and needy. 

You had enough and decided to try at least to distract him as payback. Payback kind of, in the best way, backfired. Thomas Shelby didn't appreciate you trying to interrupt his work. He does however enjoy seeing how needy you were getting. So he gave you his cock, only to sit on, tell his work was done. Fifteen-twenty minutes tops he said, then he will fuck you. But only if you were a good girl. 

You were going on twenty-five minutes now and you were beginning to really get restless. His cock twitched every once in a while and that got you feeling even hotter. You were soaking his crotch with your juices and you just needed to move. You turned your head to face Tommy, Lips brushing his neck. Your arms rested around his shoulders. “Tommy, it’s been too long.” You inform him. 

He gives you a quick glance. “Almost done.” he states firmly. Scratching a few more notes down and turning to a new page. You roll your eyes. You couldn't take anymore waiting. Moving your hips softly you press a feathery light kiss to Tomy's jawline. “Love what did i say?” he asked with another glance at you. When you didn't stop he took your chin between his fingers and pulled you forward slightly to look him fully in the eyes. “What did I say?” he repeated himself. His voice is much darker now.

You gave him a small pout but continued grinding on his cock. “Please Tommy?” Tommy set his pen down and gripped your hips to make you stop. “Please, I need it.” you begged. 

Tommy leaned forward and moved the papers he was working on out of the way. He gripped your thighs with both hands and stood. Keeping himself buried in you he sat you on the edge of his desk, your arms behind you to keep yourself up. He looked down at your sheer nightgown and how your nipples poked through the fabric. He admired your body before his eyes came to lock onto your own. “What was that princess? What do you need?” he asked. His thumbs drew small circles on your thighs as he held your legs open for him. 

You felt your face heat up. The way his eyes bore into you, like they saw everything you are. Your pussy was dripping around his cock. “I need you Thomas please… I need your cock.” you said embarrassed. 

Tommy smirked a little and moved his hips back a fraction just to see you gasp at the slightest movement. “Is that so?” he slowly rocked his hips into you. Giving you only a little friction to work with as his hands held a firm grip on your thighs. “Couldn't even wait thirty minutes eh?” He teased you. 

You huffed and gave him another pouty face. “You've been teasing me all day.” you countered. 

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your neck softly before giving it a love bite. “Getting all needy from a few kisses huh? You wanted to argue back, but his lips and teeth on your neck are making your mind blur. “Need my cock love?” Tommy begins to actually thrust into you now. He didn't pull out completely but he kept a steady pace. Enough for you to finally feel a little release. Tommy lets one hand wander to your right breast. His fingers massages and pinch your nipple. You let out a breathy moan and tilt your head back. 

Your eyes are half lidded as they look into Tommy’s. “More.” You looked at him with pleading eyes. 

He cocked a brow and pulled back so far he was almost completely pulled out, holding just the tip of his throbbing cock at your dripping entrance.you felt so empty after having him buried in you for so long. “More what love?” he had left your breast to hold your jaw softly to force you to look him in the eyes. He wanted to see you beg. 

You didn't want to give in, he was having too much fun teasing you. Without breaking eye contact you reached one arm in front of you to the hem of Tommy’s shirt and tugged him towards you harshly. Tommys cock slid into you a bit more but not enough to make you content in the slightest. You went to do it again but Tommy’s hand came down to grip your wrist, stopping you. “Use your words of love, don't act like a brat.” he warned. 

But you did want to act like a brat, he teased you all day and he still wont fuck you. You immediately got an idea when his hand let go of your wrist. You grabbed a hold of his suit jacket with both hands and wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into you. His cock sinking back into your tight pussy made you moan and gasp softly and it caused Tommy to lose his breath for a moment. 

Tommy’s hands were on your tights again to keep you still. He leaned down so your foreheads were touching. “That was a nasty trick, love.” he whispered. “If you're going to be so needy, maybe I'll see just how needy this pretty pussy is for me, eh?” His fingers gripped your flesh firm and he began to pound into you roughly. You threw your arms back to keep yourself in place as you almost screamed at the pleasure that was not hitting you all at once. Your breasts bounced with every thrust and your legs were shaking already around Tommy’s hips. Your face was full of pure bliss, your eyes screwed shut while your head hung back. “Eyes open love, watch how well I fuck you.” He commanded. 

You reluctantly opened your eyes just enough for Tommy to seem pleased. His pupils were blown and he looked ready to eat you. A hand snaked its way between the two of you to your clit. He rubbed circles into your clit and watched as you had a hard time keeping your eyes locked on his. Your moans bounced around the room and your breathing became uneven. “Tommy- aah- i'm close please!” you cried out. Just when you were feeling yourself about to come undone he moved his hand away and slowed to shallow thrusts. You gasped at the loss of your climax and looked at him with tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Why?” you asked with a pout. 

His hand came back to your clit to rub slow circles to match his trust. “How much do you want my cock love?” he asked. He couldn't help but love the desperate look in your eyes. Needing to come on his cock to the point of tears. “C’mon princesses. just tell me and I’ll let you come on my cock.” 

You looked at him through your lashes. You couldn't stop it anymore, You needed him to fuck you. You could hardly keep it together anymore. “Fuck me- please Thomas.” He bucked his hips to hit you a little deeper. You let out a strangled moan. “I need your cock please, I need you to fill me with your cum.” you pleaded. 

Tommy let out a grunt before smashing your lips together. While his fingers sped up their assault on your clit his other hand came up to cradle the back of your head. He pushed you to lay back on the desk. His cock pounded into you relentlessly. His mouth left you to roam around your chest and neck. He sucked and bit your sweet spot and left marks far enough down so they can be covered up for a few days. You couldn’t help but babble out nonsense about how good his cock was and how good he fucked you. So fucking good. 

“Now you're being such a good girl for me, just need my cock yeah?” Tommy spoke low in your ear. You couldn’t form full words. His name being one of the only things he could really make out between your desperate moaning and jumbled words. “Fuck, i want to see you cum. Can you do that for me? Come on my cock love.” He encouraged you.

Sensitive from Tommy’s finger on your clit and the overstimulation you were not ready for your climax. It hit you hard and fast and without warning. You were a moaning squirting mess under Tommy as you kept yourself steady with your arms around his neck. Your pussy spasmed around Tommy’s cock. “You want my cum love?” He asked, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to let you catch your breath. “Want me to fill you will my cum?” he asked again, pulling almost all the way out.

You nodded your head softly with a small grin. “I need it please Tommy.” You let out a soft moan and pulled him down enough to speak softly into his ear and forced his cock to slip back into your pussy. “Fuck me full with your cum.” You kiss the spot right below his lobe and softly bite the skin.

Fueled purely by desire Tommy's hips took up the same pace as before and pounded his cock into your pussy. You whimpering and begging for his cum had his cock twitching and painting your walls white in a few good thrusts. He kept his cock in deep while he caught his breath. He looked at your eyes ready to close shut on him. A small smile on your lips as you laid there with his cock still stuffed inside of you. “C’mon love wake up for me.” he chuckled, hand stroking your cheek softly. You look up and pull Tommy into a gentle kiss, tell you bit his bottom lip and his

fingers dig into your skin lightly. He pulled away and noticed the small smirt playing at the corner of your mouth. 

Tommy pulled out of you as he stood. You gave a small whimper at the empty feeling. His cum was so deep in you but there was so much it was beginning to slip out already. With two long fingers Tommy scooped his cum back up to your entrance and pushed it back in. He pumped his fingers into your pussy a few times causing you to choke on a moan. “Tommy-” You whimpered out. 

Pulling his fingers out he brought them to your lips. “Open your pretty lip’s.” he commanded. You did as he said and opened your mouth enough for him to slide his fingers in. “suck them clean love.” He said. You could taste both of your juices swirling around on your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as you licked his fingers clean and pulled off with a soft pop. 

You looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Carry me to bed.” you demanded tiredly. 

Letting out a snort Tommy picked you up bridal style. “How’s about a bath first eh?” he suggested. 

You laid your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him. “But then all of your cum will leak out.” you protested. You were still feeling needy and now so cock drunk you just wanted Tommy’s cum to keep you full.

He looked down at you with a raised brow. “That so?” he played at being deep in thought. “Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you to bed then, but a bath first.” He insisted. You grumble but only for show. You'd happily take another of Tommy's load’s before falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

Thomas Shelby with a cry baby reader where he's just so mean and then she starts crying and goes all soft and shit. Like he's yelling at her for making a simple mistake on something and then she starts to cry and he's like no, no, darling in sorry please don't cry. So cute!!!

the song she's humming drifts through the halls of the shelby household, her echoing footsteps chasing the sound when she rounds the corner and into her husband's office. "tommy, i just got-"

"for fuck's sake, darling, can't you see that i'm busy with something? you've been making noise all mornin'. just let me fuckin' focus!" the tray in hand nearly clambers to the ground with the way her hands begin to tremble, her bottom lip quickly following suit. "i'm sorry.. i.. i just thought you might want. nevermind." she sniffs, turning her heel.

tommy sighs, rising from the desk with fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. "wait.. fuck, come here. come back in then, sweetheart."

she turns back around, albeit tentatively, placing the tray, which comprised of lunch and a beverage, down on the table nearby. "i didn't mean to make you mad," she sniffs, cleaning the snot that's threatening to spill from the bottom of her nose. "please don't be mad."

tommy stalks across the room, quickly drawing her into his chest, keeping a steady hand on the back of her head to keep her steady there. "no tears, no tears, darling. you're alright. everything is alright."

she blubbers into the expensive fabric of his waistcoat, hands flying up to rub away the tears that now stain her cheeks. "please don't be mad. you just looked hungry and i-"

tommy hums, coaxing a hand up and down her spine and smearing a kiss across her temple. "and i was a dick, eh? let's just sit down an' eat it together then, darling. c'mon, i'll let you sit on m'lap."

Braiding Baldur's hair and beard.

Pairing: Baldur x Gn!Reader

Summary: Spending some time with Baldur while braiding, both his hair and beard.

Warnings: Baldur's not dead, he isn't cursed, OOC Baldur, fluff, maybe one paragraph a little heated, bad english.

Words: 1k (super short)

Heyyyy!! So sorry that this ended up being so short, but I just needed to write this idea down. Beware of my bad english and my cringy writing. I don't know how to write. Also I wrote this at like 4 am so if there's anything incoherent, sorry!!!

It was a calm and sweet morning. Birds were chirping and the sounds of the river next to your house were pretty calming. Everything seemed to be at peace. That was until a sudden knock at the door was heard.

Your heart leaped from excitement, hoping to see a certain someone. You ran to the door trying to make no loud noises, so you wouldn't seem that eager, you opened the door.

Surprisingly it was your lover, Baldur. In the past he wasn't able to feel anything thanks to a curse casted by his mother in hopes of preventing his fateful death, which would cause a tragic event, the Ragnarok. But now he was free.

"Missed me?" He said, opening his arms.

You didn't need any other sign to jump to his arms. He had been out a pair of days with the goal of hunting enough meat, so he wouldn't need to go again for a pair of weeks.

"Obviously, love. How could I not?"

Now that he could feel everything he couldn't help but have his hands at all times around you. He looked like he wanted to feel everything he didn't in 100 years just by touching you.

"God, you look ravishing today, sweetheart."

"Just for you, dear."

"Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?"

You couldn't help but giggle, a blush started to appear in your cheeks, thanks to being hugged by him, he wouldn't notice.

Even if you were still hugging him and you couldn't see his face, you could hear a smile in his voice. A smile he seemed to always have when you were near him, maybe you were flattering yourself.

You broke the hug "Would you sit here, honey?" You pointed at a chair "I want to braid both your beard and hair, they seem to be really messy.

"No need to ask twice, love."

In an instant he was seated in the chair mentioned earlier, with an eager smile he waited for you to braid his hair, something that he loved.

He always asked for you to braid his hair and beard, as he was quite a mess, or maybe it was just an excuse to feel your touch, he was quite a touch starved man, he still didn't need to make excuses, you would gladly do it.

You began braiding his brown hair, which was surprisingly soft and clean, even if he was such a mess he still maintained his hair quite well.

"So how was your hunting trip, love?"

"It was good, but not as good as expending the day with you, darling." He never failed at making you smile, god this man was going to be the death of you.

"Stop teasing, love. Remember who is holding your hair right now." You tried to sound jokingly more threatening.

"If you pulled my hair, I would not complain." He giggled teasingly."In fact, I would enjoy it."

You tried not to imagine what he would look like begging to have his hair pulled, or really any type of skin impact, he really was that pathetic. Your thoughts were interrupted by a question.

"Are you imagining it or something?"

"What? Why would you say that?"

"You're getting quite defensive, so it must be true."

"What?! That's not true!"

"You are more dirty minded than I thought, sugar."

Man, he loved to tease you. You were completely sure it was his favorite activity. You would never admit that you enjoyed it as well, it was fun.

Now that you have finished braiding his hair. It was now the turn for his beard, which was not as well maintained as his hair. For this to happen, he needed to be facing you.

Instead of you heading his way, you turned the chair to face your way. Instead of surprising him, it only made Baldur smile wider. You moved a chair in front of him, and sat in it.

He wondered how could such an insignificant act make him feel so giddy, the thought of you taking care of him could make him so flustered. He wouldn't confess it unless you asked. He would give you everything you asked for.

"What's on your mind, love?"

"Just thinking 'bout why would you love me."

"Well, at first I thought you were quite an asshole." 

"Love that compliment, sweets."

"But" You paused for a moment, before continuing "I must admit that you being incredibly pretty made your personality more bearable."

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?"

"Always have, love."

You couldn't help but stop braiding his beard, just to close the gap between your lips. He had the ghost of an unknown sweet liquor in his lips. His arms began creeping up your back, in a way that could be compared to a snake.

The kiss was desperate and messy while being extremely sweet, by the way he kissed you, it seemed as if he wanted to give you all his love in such a short period of time.

As the kiss developed and the oxygen began to be needed, you broke the kiss to catch a breath. In response he closed the unexisting space between your bodies in fear of you running away.

"Love, I'm not going anywhere."

"Then why did you break the kiss?"

"Would you prefer kissing a corpse?"

"Why would I!? Wha- Oh, right, sorry."

"Now, may I continue braiding your beard?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

He softened his grip on your back so you could move freely, but he still had his arms laying on your hips. You were now trying to finish braiding his beard while sitting on his lap.

While you were giving it the last touches you heard him giggle, it sounded both sweet and childish. You wanted to know what caused him to giggle out of the sudden, but you still had to finish it.

God you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to ask what was the cause that made him gift those sweet sounds to you. But as your goal was to braid his hair, you had to keep fighting it.

Now that you were done and his giggles didn't seem to end, you questioned him with a curious look plastered on your face.

"What's the matter, love?"

"It's nothing. Really."

"It must be something if you are giggling so hard."

"I just love the face you make when you concentrate. It's terribly adorable, dove."

"Oh."

You felt your face heating up. You were sure that a blush could be seen in your cheeks. He seemed to notice it, and looked really proud of himself.

"Love your reaction, sweets."

"God, why do you have to be smug and sweet at the same time?."

"It's part of my charm, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I love you, dear."

"I love you too, sugar. Always have and always will."

thor x gn!reader [gow: r]

a request from lovely anon: Could I ask for some (GOW) Thor fluff? Perhaps the (GN) reader standing up for Thor when Odin is being a dick to him?? I just feel he hasn’t heard one good word about himself in a long time. I think he needs it. [thanks for the request! I feel so fluffy while writing this. I hope you and all of u will like it! enjoy.]

tags: fluff, gentle!thor, odin is a bad dad (f him), kissing, touching, lap sitting, hugging.

thor never know that he needed you.

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Sold (Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Gold's daughter!Reader

Synopsis: The coin lands on tails

Warnings: Smut 🔞(implied age gap, dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, p in v sex, rough sex, cursing, praise kink, sir kink, choking, overstimulation) Angst (anxiety, crying, manipulation, blood loss)

Author's note: I thought of this on a whim one day and went with it. Definitely a darker portrayal of Tommy.. read at your own discretion.

CH. ONE CH. TWO

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“I’m gonna spin a coin for your yard Charlie.”

“You goin’ what?”

“If it’s heads, Abe here takes all this,” Tommy explained with an extended hand, “with my blessing.”

“Tommy!”

“And if it’s tails,” Tommy paused, flicking his eyes to Aberama's cocked brow. “I fuck your daughter Mr. Gold.”

His face fell stone cold at the proposition.

“What’ll it be?” Tommy asked with a smug expression, dragging a cigarette across his lips. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.” Abbie spat, straightening his posture to assert dominance.

Tommy’s expression remained unchanged as he twirled the coin between his fingers before tossing it in the air, catching it on top of his hand.

His pale blue eyes glinted as he uncovered the coin, facing tails up. In an effort to contain his amusement his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as his eyes flicked up to Abe.

“A deal is a deal.” Abe coughed, adjusting the collar of his coat, clenching his jaw.

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement as his face cast aglow from the flame of his cigarette. Behind the orange glare you could faintly make out the edge of his lips tugging into a smirk.

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Expensive shoes crunched lightly against the gravel of Thomas Shelby’s driveway as you exited your lift. Your breath hitched in nervousness as the car rolled away behind you, disappearing into the darkness.

With a few hesitant steps you made contact with the door, knocking lightly against the wood. After a few moments a maid named Frances let you in, granting your chilled limbs a satisfying warmth in the lit up foyer.

Her hands fell open out of habit, prepared for your coat. The fabric fell off your shoulders with the shrug of your arms, exposing your skin.

She smiled warmly as she received it, turning from you to place it on a rack. With her back to you, you were granted the privacy to unhide your expression. The heaviness of shame dragged the corners of your mouth into a frown.

She turned to you, attentive with her posture and eyes. “Are you here to see Charlie? A sitter perhaps?” Her brows raised in a sort of put on friendliness.

You blinked, thumbing the beads hanging off your dress. “N-no,” you replied shyly, lifting your eyes to meet hers. “I’m here to see Thomas Shelby.”

Her warm expression melted at the realization, the falling of her lips communicated an unspoken sympathy.

You took in a breath, shaky with anticipation. “Might you direct me to his room?”

“Right, of course.” She shook her head in embarrassment, forcing a smile and guiding you with an extended arm.

As you followed behind her and up the stairs, your eyes flicked over the many paintings on the walls. A blonde woman caught your eye. She was beautiful; framed in a circle of moonlight pouring through a nearby window. Your neck craned, following her eyes, as they did you grew nauseous.

“It’s just down the hall there dear,” The maid directed with a pointed finger, dissolving your trance.

Your eyes scanned over the many doors, stopping at one furthest down the hall. An orange glow spread from under the door, illuminating a path on the embroidered carpet.

“Thank you.” You murmured, keeping your eyes down, and starting down the vacant hall.

She hummed as she departed, disappearing carefully down the stairs.

Hesitant steps carried you down the dark corridor. The shaking of your breath broke the stillness of the air as you grew closer to your fate. A throbbing commenced in your head as you stopped, hovering inches from the door.

Black shadows moved at your feet, indicating activity on the other side. Swallowing thickly, you raised your fist to hover against the wood. With a heavy breath you knocked lightly, 2 times. A stirring of bed sheets came through the door, making you freeze.

“Come in.” a masculine voice called out, increasing your heart rate.

With his instruction, you turned the knob, twisting it’s cool handle and pushing it open with a creak. Candlelight lit up his figure as you entered the room.

Your chest rose as your eyes flicked over his shirtless form, sprawled under white bed sheets with a drink in his outstretched arm. He was otherworldly. His taut chest was covered in ripples of muscle, decorated with a tattoo. His firm forearms twitched slightly as he thumbed the glass in his hand. Your posture stiffened as you closed the door behind you, not removing your eyes from him.

“So you’re Gold’s daughter eh?” He asked, although already knowing the answer. His eyes hungrily scanned your body as he awaited a response.

“Y-yes.” You subconsciously played with the hem of your dress as his piercing blue eyes drank you in.

“What’s your name?” The bed springs squeaked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching to sit his drink on the nightstand.

Your breath hitched at the quiet thud against the wood. “Y/n, sir.”

He was quiet for a moment, suppressing a groan at your pet name. “That’s a lovely name.”

Your eyes wandered to his shifting hips as he neared you, growing taller with every step. The thin white fabric of his boxers scarcely hid the print of his length.

“Y/n.” He repeated to himself, admiring you with parted lips. Your attention moved to him as your name dripped off his tongue. In closeness you could smell his cologne, almost taste it.

I’m curiosity he extended a finger out to brush your cheek, tracing your soft, youthful skin.

The contact made your face burn, unfamiliar with the feeling of a man’s touch.

He pulled away in surprise, studying you with furrowed brows.

His gaze was dominant, powerful, making you feel small and submissive in his presence. His proximity was arousing, close enough to feel his body heat warming yours.

“Are you a virgin?” His voice was low and gravely, making your stomach sink.

You couldn’t help your eyes from watering, both in embarrassment and fear. “Y-yes sir.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, clenching his jaw.

You shifted your weight on each foot, unsure if he was aroused or regretful.

“I’ve never taken a man Mr. Shelby.” With wide, innocent eyes you studied his face. His captivating crystal eyes, his prominent cheek bones, then down to his pink, plump lips, glistening with saliva as he pulled his bottom lip into his teeth.

You mimicked him subconsciously, growing in desire as you studied his masculine features.

His eyes met yours making you gasp softly.

Without warning he closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in his.

The impact pushed you back slightly, if not for his hand on your back you would have stumbled over.

His breath fanned your cheek as his lips hungrily caressed yours, sucking at your mouth with his.

Your heart pounded with adrenaline, both in arousal and fear.

Your neck craned as you clumsily kissed him back, steadying yourself with your fingers against his shifting jaw.

He groaned at your touch, pulling away from you with a pop. Your eyes fluttered open at his retreat, finding his lust blown pupils, glistening in the amber light.

His hand slid up your back in eagerness, though not rushed, reaching for the top zipper. The feeling of his hands on your body send chills down your skin.

Your dress loosened as he pulled down, nearly exposing your chest if not for your hand catching the falling fabric.

“Wait..” your voice trembled, blinking in fear. His fingers loosened from the zipper at your protest.

“It’s just,” you breathed in, chewing your lip as to not grow upset, “I’m afraid.”

In amusement his mouth curled into a half smile, exposing his teeth, intrigued by your innocence.

Don’t worry love,” he leaned into your ear, muttering lowly with a gravely tone, “I’ve got the best cock in England.”

There wasn’t sarcastic tone in his voice, rather a seriousness, a confidence that rolled off his tongue. The thought made your stomach twist.

“Let me see you.”

You obliged, knowing it was a command and not a suggestion. Slowly, your hand lifted from your chest, allowing the gown the fall down your body.

It hit the floor with a soft thud, exposing your youthful figure. A chill raised on your skin at your bareness, causing you to shiver slightly.

He pulled back from your ear, taking time to admire you. His mouth fell agape as he took you in. Your slender shoulders, narrow hips, and pink nipples, erect in the cool air.

“Christ.”

Instinctually you covered yourself, hiding your breasts and core with trembling hands.

Your couldn’t face him, instead finding your gaze on the floor, watching your feet shift against the velvety carpet.

He shook his head, stepping towards you, bumping into your arms with his abdomen.

Your head tilted at the new angle, finding him looking down at you past his nose. “Don’t hide from me love.”

Your skin warmed as his large hands grasped your wrists, making your heart pound as he easily pulled them from your body.

“I need to fuck that little cunt.” He breathed to himself, exploring his hands up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their place.

Anticipating his cock inside of you made your stomach twist in knots.

His hands stopped at your shoulders, making you stumble backwards as he maneuvered you to the bed. The wood frame met your heels as you met the edge.

“Lay back love,” the force of his hands gently pushed you backwards, lowering you onto the mattress.

You sucked in a breath as the soft comforter swallowed your small frame, leaving you sprawled open. His eyes flicked over you with a predatory gaze, clenching his jaw in arousal as he scanned your body, ready to receive him. Your hair spread underneath you, rippling in soft waves across his sheets.

He worked his boxers down with his thumb, causing your chest to rise as he shuffled the fabric down his thighs.

A patch of dark hair exposed itself at the movement, before finally revealing his half hard cock, bobbing towards his toned abdomen.

Your lips parted in intrigue as he fisted himself a few times, growing hard as his thick fingers stimulated his reddened head.

He let out a withheld breath, dipping the mattress with his weight as he crawled on top of you, trapping you in with his outstretched arms.

Your heart was pounding at a dizzying pace as he closed the space between you. His body heat evaporated his scent, cool with lingering cigarette smoke and whiskey. You breathed him in, foreign to the musk of a man.

“I’ll take good care of you love,” he reassured, pulling your attention to him with a hand in your hair. “don’t worry..” he spoke against your lips, pulling you in for a long kiss.

Your eyes fell closed at the contact. His breath fanned your cheek as he tasted you, groaning lowly as he worked his soft lips against yours.

Imagining his skill made your thighs clench, knowing the amount of women he has been with.

Your squirming under him caught his attention, causing him to break the kiss, hovering inches from your face.

“Are you ready?” He asked, scanning over your face with an eagerness in his turquoise blue eyes.

“I have to be.” You mumbled in an uncertain tone, chewing the inside of your cheek.

He let out a heavy breath as he diverted his eyes from you, reaching for his length. You watched him attentively as he grasped himself, lining up with your open legs.

His other hand pinned down your thighs, making you stuck in a breath as he spread your soft flesh with his firm fingers.

With knit brows he pushed himself into your entrance, making you both gasp.

You fisted the sheets at the unfamiliar pressure, growing in intensity.

“Fuck…” He groaned as he worked into you, stretching out your tight walls with his thick cock.

You whimpered in pain as he buried himself inside of you, not stopping until his thighs touched yours.

He pulled out slightly, making your breath hitch as your insides burned.

The sheets wrestled as he changed positions, resting on his elbows to close the gap between you. His length bumped further into you, making you clench around him.

“Mr. Shelby.. I- I can’t..” you whimpered, writhing under him, looking to ease the feeling of fullness.

“Shh..” he soothed, hovering against your ear “It’ll feel good love, I promise.” His lips met your cheek softly, making you let out a breath.

With a concentration in his brow he pulled out slowly, making you gasp, empty and clenching around nothing.

His thick traps impeded your view, only giving you access to his shifting jaw and taut chest pressing into yours.

He plunged into you again with the bucking of hips, quicker this time, forcing himself inside of you.

You squeaked at the movement, feeling a pressure in your walls as he claimed you.

He began a steady rhythm, chasing pleasure with shaky breaths as he rocked in and out of you at a quick pace.

Your eyes squint shut as he stimulated you, sheathing you with his cock. The hair of his thighs tickled yours as he pounded in and out of you, rocking the bed.

He groaned lowly as you squeezed him, and began to pick up his intensity, harshly colliding with your body.

“Oh fuck..” he groaned with knit brows, fucking you hard. “Good girl, squeeze me like that.”

His praise withdrew a whimper from your throat, encouraging you to slide your hands over his back. Your fingers explored the muscles of his shoulders, shifting with his movements.

The continuous intrusion of his length nudged a spot inside of you, making your toes curl.

“Mr. Shelby..” you whined, holding onto his shifting shoulders for leverage. His body was warm and tough with muscle.

Your sounds encouraged him, and he rutted into you harder, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of you, sending bursts of pleasure down your legs.

Your nails dug into his flesh subconsciously, kneading his skin damp with sweat. He groaned, aroused by the pain of your nails in his flesh.

His breathing labored as he fucked you, fanning your face as his forehead fell against yours. You were spilling in arousal, squelching with his every movement.

Rapid breaths escaped your parted lips. Chasing the feeling, you arched your back, bumping into his chest. His sweat covered skin rubbed against yours as he fucked you.

“Are you close?”

Numb with pleasure your head nodded, unable to form words.

“Good girl..” he praised breathlessly, “good girl..” He rocked into you forcefully, moving your body back and forth on the mattress.

“I’m gonna-“ you paused, stunned by a wave of pleasure from his calculated thrusts, “Mr. Shelby..” your whimpered, helpless as your muscles tensed underneath him.

“Come for me sweetheart,” he panted, burying his head in your neck, “come for me.” His deep gravely voice pulled you over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” You yelped, convulsing as waves of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Your eyes squeezed shut in euphoria, mouthing incoherent words as he fucked you through your high, murmuring against your skin.

He moaned deeply as your spasming walls squeezed his length, making his pace waver for a moment.

“Fuck..” you moaned, wrestling the sheets with your squirming.

He didn’t stop, relentlessly fucking your overstimulated entrance with his thick length.

“Mr. Shelby.. it’s too much..” your nails dug into his back in pain.

“I’m almost there love,” he panted, red in the face as he neared his high.

His length continued to pry into you, deeper and harder as his desperation grew.

You squirmed instinctively, pulling yourself away from his cock.

He intercepted your resistance with a firm hand sliding up your throat. His grasp caught the breath in your lungs, making your eyes water.

“Fuck.. stay put love..” he groaned lowly, nudging his nose against your neck as he rutted in and out of you.

Your eyelids drooped at the pressure, lazily following the shifting muscles in his back.

“Ahhh..” he groaned deeply, flexing his core against yours. “Oh fuck…”

He came undone at last, emptying himself into you with a loud groan. “Christ..” he cursed with an open mouth, bucking his hips against yours as his warm seed filled you up.

His grasp tightened slightly as he tensed, unleashing a tear down your cheek and onto his hand.

His pace slowed to shallow rocking, as he came down from his high. Once satisfied, he pulled out with a slick wet noise, making your thighs shake.

His hand released from your throat as he caught his breath, lifting his head from yours to hover above you. His forehand fell against yours in exhaustion, leaving a bead of sweat on your face.

Without saying a word he leaned in, kissing your damp skin, removing the wetness with his lips.

You clenched your jaw, trying best to keep your emotions as bay as you turned your head from him, softly sniffling.

He pulled away from you, rolling to his back with a satisfied sigh as he reached for a cigarette on the nightstand.

While he was occupied you sat up slightly, pulling the covers over your exposed limbs.

As you did so your eyes caught a glimpse of red on the sheets. They wandered to your open thighs, widening at the sight of smeared blood.

You held a hand to you face, blinking in shock and turning to Tommy, “There’s blood!”

Your hand on his forearm turned his attention to you. “It’s okay love,” he took a drag of his cigarette, inhaling a fair amount of smoke, “It’s normal.” His free hand reached for yours, smoothing over your knuckles with his thumb as he let out a puff of smoke through pursed lips.

His touch unleashed a flood of tears from your eyes, which you quickly covered with your hand as they trickled down your face.

You sucked in short breaths, crying against your hand as your body shook.

“Eh, what’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching for you.

You shook your head, refusing to speak the truth, instead letting it out in the form of tears, forming dark circles on his sheets.

“Talk to me love,” His voice held a tone of sincerity as he kept his eyes to your frame. “Please.”

You took in a shaky breath, swiping your face before letting down your hand. “I’m just a body to you.”

Your gaze was emotionless, frozen on the yellow wallpaper in front of you, dancing over each flower design.

With enough courage you turned your head to face him, pulling your watery eyes to his. “I don’t want to just be a body Thomas.”

The sound of his name on your lips made him freeze. It was vulnerable. Desperate. His cold expression fell, replacing with one of sympathy and warmth in the flicking of his eyes.

“You’re not.” He shook his head, putting his cigarette down and smoothing his other hand over your arm. You leaned into his touch, sucking in a shaky breath through your mouth and rolling onto his chest.

“You’re not just a body to me love.” He spoke against your hair, smoothing over your back with firm strokes.

You nestled against his chest, focusing on the sounds of his shallow breathing against your ear, slowing your tears.

“I’ll make you more than that.”

Hello! Could you write a fanfiction in which someone hurt the reader (wife) and she didn't tell Thomas until he found out himself. Maybe he saw bruises on her body? Thank you girly❤️

Damn! I'm a sucker for protective Tommy. You got me with this one x

A Small Mishap

Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- swearing, mention of violence 18+

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"Shit, shit, shit," Isaiah blurted out, as he helped you up off the floor. He was meant to be walking you home. But, a fight had broken out in the pub. Men drunk after a day of losing money.

They had been thrown out onto the street, of course. Plenty of peaky men around to sort out trouble. It had all started, just as your shift was ending. Chairs had been thrown, glasses smashed, as chaos ensued.

You were Thomas Shelby's wife, no one dared look at you. Let alone shove you out of the way. Luckily, you had only bounced off a chair, landing on the floor. Some bruised ribs, and a bump on the back of your head.

You would live. No one else would, if Tommy found out.

"Why are you panicking?" you queried, brushing your dress down again. This was bloody new! Now it was full of stale beer.

"Mrs Shelby.." he began, but you shoved his shoulder.

"Sorry, Y/n. You know what Tom’s like, when it comes to you. I'm dead, I'm a fucking dead man. Before I'm twenty one." his Birmingham accent was deep, as he panicked. Pacing the pub.

“No one is dead, for goodness sake,” you chastised Isaiah. “It will be fine, you are over reacting. We just keep quiet,”

Still muttering under his breath, he walked you home. Making sure you got inside, before he scooted off. The light was on upstairs, Tommy must be home. Making your way up to find him, you plastered a smile on your face.

Ignoring the pain in your ribs, ignoring the dull ache in your head.

You found Tommy in the bath, in front of the fire. Clothes discarded on a chair, stained with blood. Something had happened. Sensing your presence, he turned his head.

“Here she is, ey,” he mused, “My beloved wife,”

Kneeling next to him, you kissed his full lips. “You’re home early, Tommy,” you noted. Ignoring the stained clothes there. Ask no questions, hear no lies.

“It’s late, princess. And you’re back late, was it busy?” He asked. Shit, you hadn’t realised how late it actually was.

“Hmm,” you responded, as you stood back up. Deciding to just go to bed, catching your hand he pulled you back. A grin on his face.

“Why don’t you come in here, and join me?” He queried, wet hands snaking along your body. Smiling, you bent to kiss him again. Thinking of an excuse, so he wouldn’t see your injuries.

“I’ve got a headache, Tommy,” you lied, “I’m just going to go to bed,” Stroking your cheek, he nodded.

“Ok, I won’t be long,” he assured you. As you left him to go to bed.

Quickly stripping, you observed yourself in the mirror. The side of your ribs now purple, and sore. Wincing you slipped your nightie on, and climbed into bed.

When you woke the next morning, you found yourself alone. Head pounding, from where you had banged it. Groaning, you rolled over. Realising the house was quiet, Tommy must have left early for work.

You just hoped no gossip from the pub, had reached him. You knew how he could over react. Slipping from the bed, you lifted your nightie. Standing in front of the mirror, “Shit,” you sighed.

This bruise was going to be hard to hide. You could always say you had your period. Yeah, that was a good plan.

“What the fuck is that?!” You heard the voice of your husband, from the doorway.

Gasping, you jumped with shock. Thinking he had gone to work already. But no, here he was.

Standing in the doorway, with a pot of tea for you. Slamming the teapot and cup down, he strode over to you. Lifting your nightie back up.

“Oh… it’s nothing Tommy. Just a small mishap,” You answered, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him good morning.

“A mishap!!” He vented. “A fucking mishap!”

Bending down to look, you hissed as he touched your skin. “Start talking Y/n, or I will hunt everyone in Small Heath down to find out,”

Walking to the nightstand, you picked up your tea. Sipping slowly, “Thomas..” you started, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“No,” he warned you, “That’s not going to work, and don’t Thomas me. Start talking,”

Huffing, you gently lowered yourself onto the bed. “I’m not one of your men. I am your wife, so please don’t speak to me like that,”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, as he lit a cigarette. Waiting to hear your story, impatiently tapping his foot.

"There was a little scuffle in the pub, that's all. I got in the way, but I'm fine," you smiled, sipping your tea. Oooh, you would need to take something for this headache.

"A little scuffle!!" he shouted, "Who put their hands on my wife, ey?!! I want the name, Y/n!"

"Thomas, you are over reacting. It was a..."

"Yeah, mishap," he cut you off, now dragging his suit jacket on. "His name, Y/n. I will find out, you know I will,"

Rolling your eyes, you placed your favourite china cup down. And walked towards him, placing your hands gently on his biceps. "I don't know the name, it was an accident. So please, just don't go and get into a fight,"

Holding your face, he sighed. "I love you, baby," He led you towards the bed, "You rest, I will be back soon, yeah?" Winking, he walked away.

"Tommy!" you called after him, but you knew any argument was futile. You just felt sorry for the poor man.

It was only a small mishap.

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

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You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

———————————————————————

You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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Thinking about....

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- Scents you but says it's just him cuddling you when in reality he can't stand having your co-workers scent on you.

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- Presses up against you while your cooking saying it's just because he misses your body heat but in reality he just wants to press his huge bulge onto your thighs and grind.

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- At night walks into your room and steals your panties whole your asleep. Then jacks off to them in his own room whimpering and moaning like a desperate pervert.

●HYBRID WOLF BANGCHAN WHO- When he gets his first heat with you does a full 360 and jumps on you the minute it hits. He's fucking you anywhere. And then breeding you. Your so fucked out you can bearly say anything. Thick long cock stretching you out so *good* it's making you cry. "Take it..take my fucking seed..yes yes yes fuck.." He growls in your ear while fucking into you deeper. Your breasts press against the marble counter as he keeps going. You've came how many times now? Three? Four? Your not counting anymore. Everything is going well until..until you feel a crazy pain in your womb which makes you pull away from Chan but he grabs your hips hard "Don't you dare..don't you fucking dare.. stay still Goddamit..*yes* yes yes..shit-ah..stay still.. " Chan says in a deep rough voice his cock head swelling up stretching you even more..making you cry out in pain. Chan fills you up with his seed making your eyes roll back on how full you were. After awhile he pulls back to see his cum dripping down your thighs but he smirks. With a harsh thrust he enters you again "Baby..we ain't done until my dick can't take it anymore.." Chan says covering your mouth with his hand and thrusting into you harder..this was going to be a long night..

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°IM SORRY IF ITS BAD!! IM A NEW WRITER AND THIS CAME TO MIND!! LOVE YA!!°

hey, this is the first fic i’ve ever written. i just wrote about stuff i like! sorry if the pacing’s a little off. i’ve read this too many times and i feel like it moves a bit fast, but i tried my best lol.

jeongin x reader, dog hybrid jeongin, posessive, jealousy, dubious consent, marking, size difference, size kink, nipple play, multiple orgasms, breeding, knotting, biting

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“innie, i’m home!” you call out as you shut the door behind you. you hear the jingling of jeongin’s collar as he is alerted from wherever he was napping and comes to the door to greet you.

“y/n!” jeongin’s brown eyes crease and sparkle when he gives you a big smile. he gets all up in your space, tail wagging, and begins to scent you now that you’re back in your shared home for the night.

after a minute, though, his tail halts its movement and he pauses, nose in your neck. he sniffs thoroughly, then moves to your hair and sniffs around some more. here he finds something that makes a quiet growl begin to rumble in his throat.

“innie?” you put your hands on his tense shoulders and notice the hair on the back of his neck is raised.

“y/n… who were you with today?” jeongin looks at you and his eyes have gone dark. who were you with today? you just went to work like usual… oh, right.

“oh, one of my coworkers brought their hybrid in at lunch today. he was another doggy, so maybe that’s why you can smell him so much. i just let him sit in my lap for a little while we ate, that’s all.”

jeongin moves until he is standing over you. “that’s all?”

this is beginning to feel strange. jeongin has never acted like this before. what’s so unsettling about the scent of this dog on you?

you narrow your eyes. “yes, that’s all. what’s the issue?”

jeongin leans over, takes your hair in his hand, and brings it to his face. breathing in whatever scent lingers on it, a growl rumbles from his chest again. “this guy really liked you, y/n... he must have been having a great time, sitting in your lap, rubbing his scent all over you. he smells like he couldn’t get enough.”

“jeongin,” you scold, “i don’t know what you’re suggesting, but it sounds very inappropriate. all we did was sit, and i pet him a little and shared some food. now if it really bothers you so much, i can go shower. but the way you’re acting-“

you’re cut off by another, louder growl and jeongin’s hand moves from holding your hair in his hand to gripping the base of your scalp. he’s now looming over you, the glint in his eyes having turned predatory.

“you fed him? what is he, a bitch? this guy is so desperate he goes around spreading his horny scent on any human? on my human?” his grip on your hair tightens.

you’ve definitely never seen your pup act like this before. his hand is large and strong where it tugs on your hair, and his large frame towers over you menacingly. “innie, you’re scaring me. i-i’ll go take a shower-“

“no. you’re gonna sit right there and i’m gonna make sure you and that bitch know who you belong to.”

“innie-“

you can’t get another word in before his mouth is on yours, hot and commanding and all-consuming. he kisses you like he’s been holding himself back for months, and his other hand comes up to hold the side of your jaw in order to kiss you deeper. you whimper into his mouth, overwhelmed, and grasp at his shoulders. the kiss is purposeful, dominating, and filthy.

once jeongin has thoroughly claimed your mouth, he uses the grip he has on your hair to tilt your head back and nose down your neck once more. he breathes hotly across your jaw and ear and nips at the column of your throat. once he reaches the sensitive area above your collar bone, he flattens his tongue on the skin and moans out loud.

you are completely shocked at jeongin’s sudden dominating behavior, but you can’t deny the intense heat beginning to gather in your stomach at his rough treatment and possessive words. has he always thought of you as his? your mind quickly reflects on how he has acted when in public with you, how he sticks close to your side and stares down every stranger protectively, how he has a habit of clinging to you at home, wrapping you up in his big arms and pulling you against himself contentedly. he gets anxious letting you out of his sight and doesn’t particularly like when you bring people over. he is always keeping an eye on you, making sure you’re safe, and takes his job guarding the house very seriously. you can begin to see how it could seem that you belong to him instead of the other way around.

jeongin sucks on that spot on your neck until it’s raw, sure to leave a dark mark in the near future. he marks up the entire side of your throat and makes his way back down to your collarbones until he is interrupted by your shirt. thoroughly displeased, he lets out an annoyed growl before gripping the material of you shirt and, without hesitation, tearing it straight down the middle.

his increasingly animalistic behavior continues to concern you as much as it turns you on, as does the dark, possessive look in his eyes as he takes in your exposed upper body.

“i-innie… what’s gotten into you?”

his eyes briefly lock onto yours before he is lifting you by the waist and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a surprised squeak as your panties dampen even more at the blatant show of strength. he’s always been big, but he hardly ever shows the strength he possesses, especially not by manhandling you.

jeongin carries you all the way to your room where he deposits you on your bed. he immediately takes off his own sweater before crawling back over you and grabbing at your exposed skin. he leans his weight down on you as he gets his mouth back on you, sucking more marks possessively into your neck and chest. when his tongue finds your nipple, his lips latch onto it and he lets out a low, drawn out moan.

innie has always liked your chest. you’ve always tried to bat his curious hands away when he grabs at you, but he somehow always seems to end up with his hands on your tits and your tummy while cuddling you, his chin hooked over your shoulder and letting out little content huffs. you usually try to ignore it, but your tits have always been sensitive, especially your nipples. you tell yourself it’s innocent, that he’s just showing his affection, but now, with his lips closed around your nipple and tongue working the sensitive bud, you see how far his fixation really extends.

“fuck, innie- baby-“

he lets out another moan when your hands find his hair, sucking gently and tantalizingly as his hands cup your tits and bring them closer to his face. when he shifts to move his mouth to your other nipple, you feel his pelvis press against your thigh and realize for the first time how affected he is. you can feel an impressive length, hot and thick through his sweatpants. the thought muddles your brain as he continues his gentle, mind-numbing stimulation on your sensitive nipples. you can’t help the noises that leave you and his hips begin to grind his length into your plush thigh.

jeongin’s mouth detaches from your tit and he lets out a groan. “need you…” he growls, pushing his hips against you and sending another rush of heat down to your already soaked panties. “smell so good. so good all for me. mine.”

he tugs your pants off hurriedly and practically rips your panties off of you. he wastes no time in tugging his own sweatpants and boxers down, deciding he’s had enough of waiting. the sight of the massive length that you had felt against your thigh makes your eyes go wide. he parts your soaked folds with the fat head and prods against your entrance without delay.

“innie— wait—!”

jeongin doesn’t hesitate before pushing his hips forward. he growls as your little pussy struggles to accommodate his size, and your jaw drops at the stretch.

“fuuuuuck— haah, jeonginnie- nngh- won’t fit!”

but he simply lets out another deep growl and continues to push inch after inch of his massive cock into your tight cunt.

“gonna make it fit… fuck, baby…”

the name he’s never called you before makes your pussy clench around him, causing him to moan once again. with a determined grunt, he forces the last few inches into your little pussy, stuffing you absolutely full.

just the stretch of him makes your eyes roll back and your back arch off the bed. his big dick is reaching sensitive spots you never knew existed, stretching your tight walls open to just to fit inside. he’s holding you down by your hips, eyes locked on the place you’re connected, pelvis pushed flush against you. you’ve never felt so full in your life. it’s overwhelming.

“innie, puppy, oh fuck— i can’t… oh my god, so big, baby, oh my god—“ you babble mindlessly, already feeling the edge approaching. his hips begin to rock into you slowly, not pulling out, just making you feel the utterly satisfying press of him deep in the back of your pussy.

“baby. baby. all mine… all mine.” jeongin presses his nose back into the column of your neck and breathes you in deeply. he lets out a long groan before pulling out slowly, almost completely, and thrusting back in forcefully.

the sheer size of him filling you up again all at once makes you scream, arms grabbing at the sheets helplessly, your pussy spasming through an intense orgasm. he stays pressed inside you and his fingers come up to rub you through it.

“fuuuck, baby. so tight.” jeongin barely gives you time to recover before he lifts himself up on his strong arms and thrusts into your sensitive pussy again, and again, building a pace that has him reaching deep into you with every push.

your mind is struggling to keep up with the intense pleasure rocking through your body. eventually your body gives in and goes limp, letting him manhandle you and bounce you on his dick using his grip on your hips. he lets out animalistic grunts and growls every time he thrusts up into you, and you swear your mind goes empty the more he abuses the sensitive depths of your pussy.

he shifts so that his knees are closer to your body, bending your legs up and towards your chest and leaning over you to pin your wrists above your head. the angle allows him to slide somehow even deeper. when he resumes his punishing pace, you realize with a loud, startled moan that he is now hitting your g-spot with direct accuracy with every thrust. it makes you involuntarily clamp down even harder and you start to tear up from the overwhelming pleasure.

one of innie’s hands leaves your wrists and you feel him rub the plush softness of your tummy. “oh god…” he thrusts deep again, and that’s when you feel it. “fuck baby, you feel me right here? right here in your tummy?”

you look down, placing your hand over his, and sure enough, there is a noticeable bulge in your tummy every time he pushes his massive dick into you. the thought makes you groan and tighten up again, and you feel another orgasm approaching.

“nngh. so deep, huh? gonna cum in you so deep, baby. gonna put all my cum in you and knot you up. all mine. gonna knot you so full, all for me.”

you moan helplessly as your second orgasm crashes over you, tears spilling down your face as jeongin’s pace doesn’t falter. “oh, you like that, huh? you want my pups, baby? you gonna carry my litter in your tummy?”

you’re still cumming around him as his filthy words reach your ears. you’ve always had a weakness for breeding, and of course you’ve always been weak for your puppy.

“fuuuck, please innie! oh my god— aah, please—“

suddenly, jeongin is pulling out of you and lifting you up by the waist. he manhandles you until he’s seated against the headboard with you on top of him, and sinks you back down on his cock. you let out a long moan as each new position feels like he’s reaching new depths in your guts. he’s simply that big.

he lets you settle onto his lap for a minute before grabbing your hips with his big hands and lifting you straight up, and beginning to bounce you on his dick like you weigh nothing. like a fleshlight. every display of his strength and power over you is insanely hot and has you whimpering in his hold all over again. the complete loss of control of going from owning to being owned has your mind spinning.

jeongin tucks his head close to your ear and speaks in that low, growly voice he’s adopted. “gonna breed you just like this. ‘m gonna fill you so full of cum and then i’m gonna fuck you again, yeah? gonna fill you ‘till it takes, baby. then everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.”

you can’t do anything except moan and drool and let him use your pussy, and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt. when you start to feel something catch on the way into your pussy, your eyes widen. does jeongin actually have a knot? fuck, there’s no way you can take it. his dick is already too big. there is just no way.

when you start to squirm in his hold, jeongin growls in displeasure and tightens his bruising grip on your hips. “nuh-uh. you’re gonna take it. gonna make it fit, told you. be a good slut and take my knot.”

he continues to bounce you on roughly his cock until it begins to become impossible to lift you off his knot anymore. that’s when he reaches his hand down to your soaked pussy and uses his middle finger to rub furiously at your clit while grinding his hips.

“there you go baby. cum for me again. cum on my fucking knot. squeeze your little pussy on me, come on.”

it’s then that the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had explodes through you. your vision goes white for a few moments, and when you come to, jeongin is pinning your hips down onto his lap like his life depends on it and growling into your ear, “good girl. fucking take it. milk my knot with your tight pussy, holy shit—“

he’s wrapping his arms around your waist securely, pushing his hips up into you, pressing his big knot as deep as it will go, and he’s finally biting the junction of your shoulder with a snarl and you begin to feel his cum pump into you. the pain of the wound in your neck blurs with the pleasure of being filled by spurt after spurt of his cum straight into your womb. and he’s still cumming. you’ve never felt so full in your life.

jeongin removes his sharp teeth from your neck and begins gingerly licking the wound, still growling quietly every few seconds as he continues to pump you full. you’ve gone completely dead weight on his lap, head lolling onto his shoulder and whimpering with every roll of his hips and he’s still cumming. you feel jeongin’s hand return to your tummy and gently rub the area where he’s been filling you up.

you look down at your tummy again and sure enough, he’s filled you with so much cum that your belly has started to get round.

“so good.” he whispers into your neck. “did so good for me. taking all my cum. gonna get you nice and pregnant, baby. nice and full of my puppies.”

“innie, stop it…” you moan.

he shushes you and guides your head to rest on his shoulder. “shhh. it’s ok. you don’t have to worry about anything. just go to sleep, yeah? my beautiful girl.” he strokes your hair and you feel his cock twitch in you again. your body is completely spent, eyes drooping shut as he continues to whisper in your ear. “such a good girl. all mine now, yeah? my girl. gonna get you all pregnant so everyone’s gonna know. all mine…”

the last thing you remember before succumbing to your exhaustion is feeling jeongin kiss gently at your new mark he left on your shoulder and feeling completely safe and content in his strong arms.

Love Machine. 

✤ You decide to buy a sex bot for Valentine’s Day. It turns out, he’s defective. (Dream + Sapnap x Reader - Separate)

─ TW: MDNI, sexbot au, dubcon, borderline noncon, degradation, praise, choking, breeding, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk sap!!

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(red: Miguel)

(summary: you caught Miguel in his office rutting, and he asks for help. only for you to find out another defect of his spider DNA)

CW: monster fucking, aggressive sex, biting, clawing, licking, uses of degrading names, 2 dicks, slight choking if you squint, edging, anal.

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12:46 PM.

You just had gotten done on a mission with Peter B, walking down the lobby halls and squeezing past a couple of the other members with an empanada in your hand.

You'd popped into the cafeteria, grabbing two empanadas (one of which you'd already eaten by then) and the second one for Miguel.

Miguel and you have never really spoken since you first were recruited, but sometimes he'd make small talk that surprised you considering he'd never really talk to anyone. So you thought it would be nice to bring him some lunch as he's locked up in his lab as usual.

You make your way down Sector 4, getting in the elevator as it goes up and you keep your hands around the empanada container, making sure it stays warm.

The large doors finally open as you get to the top, walking down the hall and past several big machines from Miguels projects, the lights dark as usual.

The closer you got to the main part, the heavier the buzzing sound in your head became, your spider senses tingling but you ignored it, assuming nothing could possibly happen.

But then you get to the end of the hall, leading to the main part of the lab and you see Miguel hunched over his desk, helplessly and aimlessly humping the side of a table.

His face was a flushed mess, biting his bottom lip with his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to have some sort of relief underneath his suit.

His grunts and whimpers fill the lab, as he claws and bites at the desk, humping repeatedly.

Your eyes widened, an unexplainable knot twisting in your stomach but in a... good way?

You go to take a step back but by the time your heel had lifted off of the ground he was already standing up and glaring at you.

"what are you doing here.?" he snapped

You didn't know what to say, so you just held up the empanada in the small cardboard container.

"... empanada." you mumbled, your eyes still wide.

His platform was already on the ground, so he was in front of you within seconds. His eyebrows scrunched together and with every breath he took he let it out in a small growl.

"um... here." you say shakily, putting it to his chest as if you expect him to take it.

but instead he grabs your wrist, the empanada falling out of your hand and he yanks you closer, absolutely staring into your soul.

"don't want it." he says in a low voice and tilts his head, leaning closer and he... sniffs?

your eyes widen and you feel his breath behind your ear as he smelled you.

"help me." he whispers, his tone making you wanna get on your knees right then and there.

"with what?" you say trying to keep your voice less shaky than before.

"what season is it cariño?" he mumbles, his other hand moving around you to the small of your back as his other hand keeps hold of both of your wrists.

"summer?" your tone is confused and he sniffs the crook of your neck.

"breeding. breeding season." he grumbled. oh. he was rutting. it all made sense now, the behavior change, humping his desk, smelling you, you must've forgotten he was 50% spider. but now it made sense and you were horny just from watching him for those 15 seconds of the humping so how could you say no?

"what if we get caught?" he took that as a yes, immediately biting slightly into your neck and ripping the crotch out of your spider suit.

"h-hey!" you said and he got on his knees, ignoring you and pulling your legs apart as he stuck his tongue in between your folds.

you almost fell backwards, and he held you by the waist and aggressively moved you over to the wall, pressing you back against it and he pulled your legs over his shoulders and stayed on his knees. his tongue desperately lapping at your clit, sucking and slobbering all over your already wet pussy.

"you're gonna be so good to my cock." he mumbled into you, the vibrations making you whimper and put your hands in his hair.

his hands clawed into your thighs, digging into the skin slightly and the longer he desperately ate you out, the tighter the familiar knot got in your stomach.

"f-fuck Miguel I'm gonna-" damn it.

the knot painfully faded away, Miguel had already stood you back up and was cleaning his face off with his tongue after denying you to cum.

"you're here for ME hermosa." he hissed, grabbing your chin and hunching over you.

you just nodded, and he turned you around and pushed you against the wall

he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

then he pulled down the neck of your spider suit, revealing your skin and he licked from the crook of your neck to the back of your ear.

your eyes widened and you looked at him, his eyes were closed and his face was flushed but still buried into your skin.

it was... cute. but that cute thought immediately was yeeted to another side of your head when he opened his eyes and grabbed you, hoisting you over his shoulder and he walked back to his platform and slammed you onto the desk.

before you could even say anything his suit dissipated, revealing his toned body and muscles which were even hotter underneath the suit but further down, two rock-hard (at least 10 inch) dicks were staring right at you.

"I'm gonna fuckin ruin you." he growled, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

"tw- how- huh?" you couldn't even get the words out, looking down at his monster cocks.

he rolled his eyes and squoze your chin harder

"it's a defect. 50% spider dna. remember? spiders have two reproductive organs, so I get two dicks." he snapped

you looked up at him, wide eyed and you didn't even know how he was gonna fuck you.

"and you're gonna take it like the whore you are."

you didn't know what to say, but the thought of two dicks absolutely ruining you like that sounded like the best thing ever.

you nodded, and he flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you, arching your back with one arm under your hips and the other arm around your neck with his face in your shoulder.

you whimpered, the two heads of his cocks poking against your entrance and your anus.

he stuck his fingers in your mouth, still not putting his dick in.

"suck." he commanded, and you wrapped your tongue around his thick fingers and started sucking.

the position was uncomfortable, bent like a pretzel but that's how he liked it. that's how you liked it.

without warning, he bottomed out. a loud squelch followed by a shriek from you and a groan from him entering the air.

you squeeze your eyes shut, your hand reaching up and grabbing onto his arm that was around your neck.

"god you're so tight..." he groaned, thrusting in and out without giving you time to even adjust to the monster cocks filling both of your holes.

"you were made for me. you're my whore." he whispered in your ear, licking your jaw as he thrusted mercilessly into your holes.

you moaned loudly, your hand clawing at his arm and your mouth sucking harder on his fingers.

the sounds of skin slapping, squelching, groaning, whimpering, and moaning were the only things you could hear. the occasional degrading things or sweet nothings Miguel would whisper into your ear made your brain go foggy.

you could feel him everywhere. he was all over you, and inside you. you swore you could feel every single vein on both of his cocks.

next thing you knew you'd came 4 times and he had 3. he was a whimpering mess, biting your shoulder and fucking you at the same relentless pace as he was before even if the overstimulation was killing him.

"I'm gonna get you so fucking pregnant baby.." he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into your neck.

"you wanna have my kids? Yeah baby?" he cooed, even if he knew you couldn't answer.

your jaw was slack, eyes rolled into the back of your head and your pussy and anus still milked his cock for more cum.

"mm you're so good to me cariño." he muttered, both of your guys cum dripping out of your holes.

"so so so good. God I love this pussy... I'm gonna make you a mama and use you like a whore everyday." he ranted, his face red and his eyebrows scrunched in concentration of cumming just one more time.

his hips stuttered, his pace faltering and it was a familiar thing by now.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" then his 4th load of warm seed was shot into your holes, making you moan and he pulled out with a squelch.

he collapsed onto you, his arm slipping out from underneath your hips and out from around your neck and the only sound you could hear now was his soft breathing.

you'd thought you'd died, the white stars fading away from your vision and you laid your head on the table.

"fuck..." you sighed, and he slowly sat up and covered himself with his suit.

"I'll make note to call you next time." he muttered, helping you off of the table and he just tossed you a tissue.

you stood up, cleaning yourself off with the tissue but with the amount of cum coming out of you it wasn't enough and you could barely even stand.

he looked at you, then walked past you to his holographic screens.

"take a plan b." he said without even looking at you.

"um... okay."

"and I'll have Lyla make you a new suit."

you nodded, then left and got in the elevator. hoping that you would be able to run fast enough so nobody saw your ass and pussy hanging out, but the idea wasn't that bad, leaving the empanada long gone and forgotten about, cold in it's box.

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THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING PIECE 🥳🥳

I hope you all appreciate it, I hope it's good 😭

but thank you to @pissjuicencumballz for the idea.

SEE YOU ALL OCT. 2!!!