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hiiii Kenny! here to request re6 Leon taking you out to dinner while controlling the vibrator you’re wearing. him just calling you princess and good girl because you’re trying so hard to keep a straight face while he makes you come repeatedly. then maybe he fucks you in the bathroom because neither of you can wait until you get home? 🤭🤭🤭

pairing: sugar daddy!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon figures your dinner date is a good a time as any to test out the new toy he bought you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, vibrating panties, public sex, slight exhibitionism, daddy kink, age gap (20s, 36), mirror sex

word count: 3.8k

a/n: yippie thank you so much for the request! it was right up my alley. i changed it to be sugar daddy leon cause that's what i was feeling. i hope you and everyone else enjoy <33

The points of your heels click against the hard ground as you traverse across the restaurant and find the seat waiting for you. It was in the back corner of the dining room. The same table as always. You pull out the chair and sit down, slinging your small handbag over the right corner.

"Hi, daddy. Sorry I'm late," you say with a grin.

The federal agent sitting across from you doesn't share your look of amusement. He puts the menu down and his hard eyes cast upon your face before drifting down your body. You knew he had a hard time being irritated with you when you got all dolled up for him. Your hair was styled just the way he liked it, your makeup applied with a precise hand, and your dress was the best part of all. It was his favorite color to see on you, shimmering in the dim lighting. It hinted at your figure while still leaving his mouth watering with the desire to rip it off.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that in public?" he mutters.

"Keeping it a secret won't make you feel less icky about liking it," you tease.

Leon chooses to ignore your remark and instead takes your hand. His thumb rubs up and down your fingers, feeling the soft skin. His gaze traces over every little line on your unblemished knuckles. Your hands were always clean, never littered with callouses, cuts, or bruises. Your nails were pretty too, pointy and painted. His money well-spent.

"Why were you late?" he asks and returns his eyes to you.

"Traffic," you offer and shrug, sipping the drink he'd ordered for you before you arrived.

"That's not what Devon told me," he says, "He said you took an extra fifteen minutes to get ready."

Your eyes reach the ceiling with how hard you roll them. Devon is the driver Leon has take you almost everywhere.

"He's such a snitch," you mumble. You go to retract your hand from his grasp, but he doesn't let you.

"You're not in trouble, baby," he chuckles, "I just wanna know what you were doing."

You stare at him for a moment before sighing. "If you must know, I was putting on the present you sent me," you answer, "It just was a little confusing at first so it took me a minute."

"Confusing?" he asks, the confession bringing out that smile he hid most of the time.

"Yes, confusing. It didn't come with any directions," you say like it's obvious. You quiet down further to explain the next part. "I didn't know if the vibrator was already inside or not, but then it fell out and it took me a minute to slide it back in."

"Alright," he chuckles, "That makes sense. And that's all you had to say. No need to be so defensive."

You smile, and you're starting to relax into the rhythm of how your outings with him typically go. Putting your drink down, you scan over the menu to try and decide what you want. He lets go of your hand and gives you a minute to look over the options.

"What do you think you're gonna get?" you ask.

Upon receiving no response, you look up at him. You find his attention focused elsewhere as he's looking down, fidgeting with his phone.

"It's no fair that I can't go on my phone when I'm with you, but you can go on yours when you're with me," you huff.

He still doesn't say anything which irritates you further. Sure, he was older than you, but he wasn't at the age where texting takes up one's entire mental capacity and renders them silent.

"If you're texting some other girl, I can just give you some privacy because-" you start to tease. You're cut off when the device between your legs whirs to life. You bring your hand up to cover your mouth, trying to conceal your initial reaction.

Leon simply smirks at you. His thumb moves in slow circles on the screen of his phone, similar to how he'd move the digit if it was on your clit.

"So cagey tonight," he teases lowly as he watches you squirm and adjust to the thrumming sensation. "And you know, if I say it's fair, it's fair. All I ask for is your time and your affection. If I let you go on your phone, you couldn't give me your affection, and my time would be wasted."

Even from behind your hand, he can hear the little pants you're letting out. His thumb slows down further, dropping the vibrations to a lower level. He taps the screen quickly and slides it under the table to rest on his thigh. The stimulation was constant on that teasing setting, no longer requiring him to manually operate it.

"I know," you breathe, finally able to remove your hand from your mouth. You grip the edge of the table though. The toy may not have had you screaming, but the consistent buzzing against your most sensitive spot definitely had you a little off balance.

"Good girl," he says with a look that felt almost as good to you as the vibrator did.

There's a brief silence between the two of you. You're simply trying to hold in your soft whimpers while he watches on in amusement. Taking your lip between your teeth, you decide that a distraction would be the best way to avoid humiliating yourself.

"So... how was your last mission? Seems like you weren't gone as long as usual," you say.

"It was fine, honey. Don't worry your pretty little head about that stuff," he says.

His hand slides under the table, and his fingers flick a few more controls. The vibrations evolve to a stronger rumble, killing any further questions before they could even make the leap from thoughts to words. Your eyes screw shut for a moment. Your head's natural inclination is to tilt backwards, but you force it the other way, stretching your hand across your eyes.

"There you go, princess. That's my girl," he coos, "All you need to worry about is keeping yourself under control. You don't have to think about anything else."

He can hear your breaths getting sharper. To anyone else, you probably looked like you had a headache. Or maybe like you'd just heard some bad news. That would've been the case if he didn't have this little toy handy. Instead he gets to adore you from across the table, admire the beauty that seeps from every pore and orifice on your body.

To Leon, that was the beauty of your relationship. He cared for you deeply. He'd take a bullet for you without a second thought, stop his own pulse if that's what it took for yours to continue. But he still didn't call you his girlfriend. You were his baby, his darling, his princess, the only one he longed to be with, yet he didn't officially claim you.

It didn't bother you so much since he spoiled you rotten and treated you as if you were his in every way that mattered, but the state of limbo he held you in weighed on him. He craved more with you; letting you move in, buying you a ring instead of another set of lingerie, cumming deep inside of you rather than on your stomach.

But with a girlfriend came obligation. He'd have to tell his girlfriend he'd been having nightmares since he came home from this last assignment. He'd have to let his girlfriend know he had an ache in his shoulder that wouldn't go away. He'd have to watch your face fill with worry while his heart sank with the guilt of roping you into his bullshit.

For now, this was better. Watching you ascend to paradise in the middle of this restaurant while everyone around you remained ignorant would suffice for the time being.

He'd been so wrapped up in his thoughts, he'd missed the signs that you were fast approaching the edge. Your chest was puffing more frequently while it looked like the table might snap under the pressure of your iron grip. Reaching over to you, he takes your hand back into his. Your fingers clasp around his own just as tightly as they had held the table. He swears he can feel the vibrations from between your thighs emanating through your blood and pulsing against your skin.

"Look at you, baby. Such a pretty girl," he whispers, "Think you can cum before the waiter gets here? Or are you gonna try to be stubborn and hold it?"

You're honestly unsure whether you can speak without it turning into a moan, but you force yourself to spit the words out.

"Gonna cum."

Shudders overtake you, and he can see the way you fight to maintain your posture. Your body wants to convulse and explode, to let everyone in this place know just how good you're feeling. Your hand is locked on his now. He doesn't think a crow bar could pry you off in this state.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just cum for daddy," he croons quietly, "Let it all out. Such a good girl staying so quiet. I'm so proud of you."

The words make your eyes roll back behind the lids. Your thighs squeeze against one another, only intensifying the power of the vibe. He's shifting in his seat too at this point. He'd been able to stave off his boner so far, but seeing you come undone in front of him was too far. There was no way to prevent his blood from flowing South and stiffening up his length.

"My baby, so precious," he says, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, "I know that felt so good for you, princess."

You lazily nod as you float back down to reality. Your breathing becomes deeper as the high of the orgasm fades into the blissful haze of the afterglow. He even gives you a tiny break and puts the vibrator back on the lower setting.

"Thank you, daddy," you whimper. It was a reflex at this point. Thanking Leon for letting you cum was like day turning to night. One naturally followed the other.

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. This is what I bought those panties for," he says.

As your body begins to calm down, your hand covers your mouth and your eyes stay locked on the table. The waiter comes by only a minute or two later. You still don't look up because you know Leon will handle this for you.

And he does. He orders for himself and then for you too. As soon as the waiter's pen scrapes across his notepad for the final time and he heads away, you peer up at Leon through your lashes.

"You ok, baby?" he chuckles.

You nod which only amplifies the smug look on his face.

"Good. I think you're ready for some more then," he says.

"Don't-" you start to protest. But before the rest of your statement can come out, he's already boosted the buzz to the higher setting it was at minutes ago. The only difference is that this time the rhythm is pulsating. It's more random. It won't make you cum as fast, but it will get you squirming all the same.

"What was that?" he mocks.

"Shut up," you whimper.

Each wave of pulsating pleasure made you tighten up and press your thighs together which in turn pushed the device harder against your cunt. It was a vicious cycle that had your mind spinning, unable to break out.

"Shut up? That's not very nice, princess," he taunts, "I'm just making you feel good. Think you should be saying thank you instead."

"I can't stay quiet again," you whine. It comes out strained. He can hear the will you have to exert to not give in to the heavenly thrumming on your center.

"Yes you can," he reassures. He takes your jaw in his hand, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb before rubbing your chin. "I know you can. You're my good girl. You always make daddy so proud."

Your eyes flutter and a shaky breath expels from your lungs.

"I- I wanna make you proud, but... it feels so good," you say, your voice trailing off into a quiet whine.

"Oh I know it does, baby," he coos, speaking as if you were made of glass, "But you can handle it. You can handle getting your cute little pussy played with in front of all these people."

"Stop... you're making it harder," you pout.

"You're making me harder, angel," he jokes before kissing your lips gently. He then lets your chin go, but his eyes stay locked with yours. "You're doing great. This is what a little doll like you is made for, hm? To be played with."

You grit your teeth, but you still can barely restrain the mewl rising in your throat. Your head hangs forward. You use everything you have to stop yourself from melting into a puddle in your seat. You're close to cumming for the second time, and both you and him know it.

His hand goes for his phone yet again, and with a few more taps, the vibe is no longer pulsing. It's strong and constant. You didn't know how it wasn't rattling the chair beneath you. Your hands claw at the wood of the table.

"Fuck Leon," you whisper. Your legs quiver violently, and you're just grateful at this point that you were sitting down.

"Who?" he teases, grinning as you cling to your last sliver of composure.

"Daddy, sorry, mmph-" you squeak as your hips roll against the toy.

"Good girl," he purrs, "C'mon, baby. You can do it. Let yourself cum again. Just stay quiet and cum again."

It's easy to give into release again. The difficult part is staying quiet. Your face contorts in all kinds of ways to try and rein in the lewd noises that wanted to erupt from your mouth. Turning your head, you look at the wall to conceal your expressions from everyone else in the room.

"Hiding that pretty face from me, sweetheart?" he teases, "That's ok. You're being such a good girl by keeping it down. No one's even looking over here, princess. You're doing perfect for me."

The praise is enough to carry you through the high and bring you down without a sound. A light sweat is breaking out on your forehead, and you're breathing a little harder. Other than that though, nothing seems amiss. As you feel the vibrations fading away, you look up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Still with me, dollface?" he asks mockingly.

Your head bobs up and down in a nod, but it's clear your head is still up in the clouds for the time being.

You're so precious all blissed out like this. It drives him absolutely wild. The strain of his cock against his zipper is becoming noticeably uncomfortable now, and he's eager to get rid of the tension in his pants.

His eyes flit around the room, strategizing routes for the plan that was forming in his head. Quick as a viper, he grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. He drags you around the corner to the restroom and ducks inside. You stumble behind him, blinking in surprise at his sudden movements.

Your lips are on his as soon as the door is shut and secured. He holds you close in a deep kiss, one arm around your waist, the other cradling your head. He doesn't waste time with niceties and swipes his tongue across your bottom lip for entrance. The two of you engage in a full make out as he walks you over to the sink and flips you around.

His lips attack your neck next. He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat to your exposed shoulder. You watch in the mirror the entire time, your eyes still hazy from your previous releases.

"Couldn't wait, pretty baby," he murmurs, "Need my dessert before dinner."

You sigh pleasurably and let your head fall back against his shoulder. His hands sweep up and down your sides, squeezing your waist and groping your hips. As much as he wants to savor you and experience every inch of your body, he knows he can do that later tonight. Right now, he had to be quick.

He shimmies up the fabric of your dress to bunch around your waist and pushes your upper half forward. You brace yourself on the smooth countertop as he crouches down to be level with your throbbing cunt.

Before indulging in the luxury that was your pussy, he teases the lacy outline of the panties and gently kisses up your inner thighs.

"Sweet, sweet baby. Gonna have to buy you a pair of these for every day of the week. Don't think I'll want you wearing anything else ever again," he mumbles.

Finally, he pulls them down and stands up again. His fingers slide through the slick that had gathered between your thighs. You were practically dripping from all the time you had with the vibrator pressed to your sex.

More kisses land on your shoulder and neck while he fumbles with the buttons on his pants and frees himself. Your hand returns to cover your mouth in preparation of him entering you. He lines up and nudges the tip against your entrance.

"You ready, baby?" he coos and rubs your back, "Think you got one more in you?"

"Mhm," you hum from beneath your palm. The sound quickly escalates into a needy whine as the thickness of his cock penetrates you.

It slides in with ease, going all the way to the hilt in a matter of seconds. Your eyes roll back at first but drop back into place to stare at yourself and him in the mirror. His hands migrate to your hips and hold you steady as he begins to pump himself in and out of you.

You're a little more relaxed about your noises now given that you're in the privacy of an isolated room, but you still make an effort to muffle them. He watches you, finding all your little reactions endearing. Leaning down, he nuzzles the side of your head while thrusting.

"It's so cute that you're trying to be quiet," he coos, "You think what we're doing is a secret, baby? You think people don't know what I'm doing to you in here? They saw how wobbly your legs were, they saw the look in your eyes."

You whine at the tease, knowing the two of you hadn't made the most discreet exit. Still, you shake your head defiantly. He laughs at the gesture.

"You're lucky all I have to do to get us out of it is flash my badge or some cash. Small price to pay to take care of my slutty little girl," he taunts.

Your body rocks back and forth with his momentum. You arch your back on top of the sleek marble, gripping the clean edge harder with your free hand. The sight before you in the mirror pulls you closer to the edge with every ragged breath or hushed grunt from him. You just press your own hand harder against your lips in a weak effort to contain yourself.

"You could be completely silent, darling. That's not gonna stop anyone from seeing you dripping down your legs when we go back to the table," he says, "And you know, by the time we head out to the car, I'm sure you'll have soaked through your dress too."

His fingers dig deeper into the plump of your hips. He's squeezing so hard that his knuckles have gone white. All he's focused on is holding you in place so he can keep rutting into your warm cunt without incident. His head tilts back, and he lets out a deep groan.

"You're being louder than me," you whimper.

He chuckles at your comment and responds with a smack to your ass. It echoes throughout the bathroom and makes your face boil at the idea that someone passing by could've heard. To make matters worse, the tantalizing sting draws an audible moan from you. You have to renew your hand's strength on your mouth to keep any others in.

"That's not for you to worry about, sweetheart," he chides, "You worry about yourself. Daddy'll handle everything else."

His hips continue smacking into your ass as he fucks into you. He kneads the flesh, letting his eyes flutter shut to lose himself in the feeling of you for a few moments. You're tight and soft. Warm and wet. Taking each inch of him like it's all you ever wanted to do. He could feel the beginning of the end simmering in his belly, and it only makes him thrust harder.

Your head drops forward, the allure of the mirror no longer enough to keep you upright. Your hand falls from your face with the movement and comes down to further support your weight against the counter. Drool drips from your lips along with the soft noises spilling out unrestrained now.

"Daddy..." you mumble, "Think I'm gonna cum again."

Leon grins at the words and ups his efforts to get you there faster.

"Think? If you don't know then maybe I'm not going hard enough," he teases breathily.

"I- no.... I know it. I just... I just wanna cum," you pout. Defense or reason was too difficult to conjure in this state of mind. You wanted what you wanted and that was the priority right now.

"Go ahead then, babydoll. Daddy's right behind you," he says with a quick pinch to your ass.

For the third time tonight, your eyes close, your body goes taut, and your cunt gushes with ecstasy. You squeeze around his cock and let out a long, euphoric whine. He truly is right behind you, and his pleasure heightens with each second of that high pitched noise. It's no time till the pulsing down below intensifies and he's pushing himself all the way into your wanting pussy. He lets himself cum inside you this time. The both of you deserve it.

Rope after rope spurts into you. It satisfies him deeper than expected, sating him in a way shooting onto your skin never did. He pants behind your ear. Nothing else matters but the feeling of you connected with him in this moment.

After he's had his fill, he slowly pulls out. He takes his time not to make too much of a mess. You stand up straight and stretch out your limbs. He watches you to make sure you don't lose your footing. Then he tucks himself back into his pants. You pull your panties up and fix your dress. The both of you turn to the other, doing a quick once over to make sure nothing was too obvious.

Before heading back out, he pulls you against him again and kisses your nose.

"My perfect girl. Let's go back out there and finish dinner. I'll even let you eat in peace since you were so good for me," he teases.

"Lucky me," you reply with a lazy smile.

He brushes his nose against yours before giving you a quick swat on the ass and following you back out there. Despite the both of you feeling satisfied, he knew the night was only just beginning.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut #resident evil x you

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swarvey · 1 day

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how they react to you getting hurt | sdv x g/n reader (part two)

part one

paper rings - harvey x reader

a/n: part two with the rest of the bachelors ! let me know if you guys want to see the bachelorettes <3

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alex

this big softie starts to blame himself when he sees you with scratches and bruises

insists on following you on your adventures from that day forward

pretty much acts as a personal bodyguard for a week

you wince as you rub a disinfectant pad on the large scratch on the side of your arm, thankful your husband isn't due to be home for another couple of hours. he worries enough about you as is — the last thing he needs is something to feed his paranoia, as cute as it is. just as you're about to apply some ointment on your arm, you hear the front door open, alex's familiar voice ringing through the house.

"baby, i'm home!" he calls out, voice as bright as ever. you hear your pet pattering over to greet him. "aw, hey buddy! where's y/n, huh? have you seen 'em?" you swear under your breath as your pet betrays you, leading alex straight towards the bedroom. "are you in there, honey? grams didn't need as much help as i thought—"

you hear him suck in a sharp breath at the sight of you and the first aid kit spread out across the bed.

"i'm fine," you assure. he ignores you, eyes glued to your injured arm as he makes his way to the bed. "seriously, it's not even that bad."

"here, let me do it," he says, and you swear you've never heard him speak so softly. blinking in shock, you hand the bottle of ointment over to him, watching as he gently begins to apply it.

"alex, you're scaring me a bit," you half-joke. he's never been one to be so silent. "it's okay—"

"it's not, though!" your eyes widen as alex looks at you with gleamy eyes. "see, i knew you'd get hurt one day, and i still let you go off and do all these things alone. i should've been there to help you." his head bows in shame, and your heart breaks. "i'm sorry. i'll be by your side next time, i promise."

shaking your head, you wrap your unhurt arm around his neck and pull him into a hug. he gladly hides his face in your shoulder, his arms holding onto your midsection tightly.

"alex, there's nothing to be sorry for," you reassure, rubbing his back to provide some comfort. "this is part of my job, it's what i signed up for." he pulls away suddenly to look at you with serious eyes.

"then quit!" he exclaims. "i'll do it all, you can teach me."

you laugh. "as much as i love you, you are not taking over my grandfather's farm."

"well, i'll just do everything with you, then." alex nods to himself, grabbing the roll of bandages from the kit and beginning to wrap your arm. his eyes widen when he notices the bruises on your legs. "how did this even happen?"

"oh, i was gathering hardwood and some slimes snuck up on me. i fell, but i was able to fight them off." no response. "alex?" a dark look comes over your husband's face.

"get me a sword."

"what?!"

sebastian

seb is one of the bachelors i see respecting your strength the most, always subtly bragging about your fighting skills and the work you do on the farm (sam and abigail are thoroughly impressed)

that being said, he is all the more startled when he sees you limping home from the clinic after nearly passing out from exhaustion

tries to keep his cool, as he always does, but it's hard for him to see the person he cares about the most in pain

"wear the brace for a week, then stop by for another appointment with me so we can see how you're doing," harvey instructs, clasping the brace around your ankle. "drink plenty of water and eat something when you get back. and be mindful while you're working on the farm, i don't want this to be a regular occurrence," he chides.

the doctor had practically dragged you into his office after running into you in front of pierre's, half-conscious as you claimed you just needed some coffee.

"i will," you sigh, using his arm for support as you stand. "thanks, harvey. i owe you."

"no need to worry about that, just get some rest at home. i'm sure sebastian is wondering where you are."

shit. you chew your lip as you slowly make your way back to the farm, trying to find the right words to say to your husband. it's not like you to overwork yourself like this on the farm, but after waking up a bit too late in the morning, you'd found yourself rushing to get everything done. seb had been sound asleep as you worked, but with the sun beginning to set in the sky, you knew he had to be up and waiting for you at home.

sure enough, as you walk towards your front door, you see him already sitting on the front steps, a book in hand. his head quickly turns at the sound of your footsteps.

"you're back! did you have errands to run?" seb asks, setting his book down. "i thought you had a lot to do this morning?"

you hesitate, nodding slowly as you avoid his gaze. "i did," you answer, swallowing. "i was, ah, at the clinic."

"what? why—?" only then does he notice the bags under your eyes and the brace wrapped around your ankle. "hey, what happened?" he walks over to your side, slowly guiding you to the steps and helping you sit down.

"i'm alright," you say, though you unsuccessfully hide your discomfort as you stretch your hurt ankle out. "i twisted my ankle, is all."

"right." you know sebastian well enough to tell when he's worrying; his brow is furrowed, his eyes glued to the ground.

"come on, seb, don't be so dramatic," you joke, shoving him lightly with your shoulder. "it's not like i'm dying." he looks at you suddenly with squinted eyes, as if he's trying to decode your words. "what?"

"people tend to say that when things are worse than they are," he says, looking you up and down. "what really happened?"

"what are you talking about?"

"maybe i'll go talk to harvey." he begins to stand, but you grab his wrist and drag him back down.

"okay, okay!" the last thing you want is for him to take the doctor's words too seriously and put you on a house lockdown. "i just overworked myself in the heat, alright? seriously! harvey said i should be fine with some rest."

"really? that's all?"

"yes."

"all you hurt was your ankle?"

"yes."

"did you set up another appointment with him?"

"yes, seb, i'm fine!" you grab his arm and pull him closer, looking straight into his worried eyes. "look, see? i'm in one piece."

sebastian sighs, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i know, you've always been strong," he says, smiling lightly. "just . . . don't overdo it, okay? i'm here to help you, too."

you smile back at him. "i know." you pause. "you know, harvey said i need to lay off the rest of my work today."

"yeah?" seb grins, helping you stand. "what are you thinking?"

you pretend to ponder for a moment. "maybe some dinner and TV? we still have that show we need to catch up on."

he laughs, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you head inside.

"whatever you want, dear."

sam

he thinks you're invincible.

completely freaks out when he sees you actually hurt for the first time

makes you spend the rest of the day in bed and brings you some of his mom's food

(claims it has healing powers)

the sun is still high in the sky when you leave the mines. your plan had been to spend the whole day gathering resources, but after a rough tousle with some monsters, you don't have the energy to keep going. your head is throbbing, and you're mildly aware of the cut on your forehead that finally stopped bleeding.

you make your way across the farm and toward your house, and you can hear sam practicing on his skateboard. you hope you can avoid him, at least until you're able to clean up your injury.

as you open the front door, though, a loud creak fills the air, and you freeze. the sound of the skateboard stops.

"baby, is that you?" sam calls out, walking around to the front porch. you keep your back turned. "did you forget something?"

"uh, no! no, the mines were just a bit empty today, so . . ." you trail off. you turn your head away from him as sam tries to look at your face, but sigh in defeat when he cups your cheek and makes you face him.

immediately, his eyes widen. "you're hurt!"

"i'm fine—"

without another word, sam grabs your hand and drags you inside, bringing you into the bathroom. he spends the next few minutes tenderly cleaning the cut on your forehead, apologizing every time you flinch in pain. then, he brings you to your shared bedroom, covering you in the sheets and bringing you a mug of your favorite drink.

"stay here," he instructs, "i'll be right back." he turns to your pet, tail wagging as it sits at your bedside. "you're in charge while i'm gone, alright? make sure they stay put!" you laugh lightly as sam hurriedly leaves the house, hearing the sound of his skateboard rolling away. you let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you begin to fall asleep.

"baby, wake up."

your eyes open to the sound of your husband beside you once again, holding a bowl of steaming soup.

"i stopped by mom's to get some of her soup. you know i'm not the best cook," he admits, "but you need to eat something with lots of nutrients to get better."

you laugh lightly, gladly letting him feed you the first bite. the warmth of the soup makes you feel already a bit better.

"thank you, sam," you say, looking at him gratefully. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"hey, shouldn't i be saying that?" he jokes, planting a kiss on your cheek. "here, eat up. you need all the strength you can get!"

after you finish eating, you begin to sit up, stretching your arms.

"hey, what are you doing?" sam questions, setting the bowl on your nightstand.

"i need to check on the animals one more time," you sigh, ignoring the ache in your arms. he scoffs, grabbing your arms and sitting you back down in bed.

"right, and just what kind of husband would i be if i let you do that?" he straightens his back and crosses his arms, smiling confidently. "leave it to me!"

"sam."

"yes, dear?"

"do you even know what you'd be checking for?"

he pauses, arms dropping. "right," he says, sighing. "i guess i don't." you laugh, standing back up but grabbing his hand.

"come on, you can be my assistant for tonight."

"yes!"

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 hours

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End Game 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: and so it continues.

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When you find Kara, she’s at the front of the line. You wait impatiently on the other side of the rope as she gabs up a storm with the D-lister on the other side of the table. Restless, throat sour with bile, you pace in a small line, flicking your thumb as you resist the urge to tell her to hurry up.

You need to get out of there. You can barely think. You can’t even stay still as heat scalds and speckles over your scalp and down your body.

You turn on your heel and your feet tangle as you stop short. Andy stands just on the other side of the line, staring at you. Oh shit.

You rush over to Kara and snap her tank top strap, “hey, there’s other people waiting.”

“One second!” She squeals carelessly over her shoulder, quickly returning to fawning over the washed-up sci-fi actor.

You sigh and cross your arms, rocking back and forth, “Kara, I really don’t feel good.”

She huffs and chirps crisply, excusing herself from the table. Several others send her a dirty look for spending so much time chattering as they wait eagerly in the wings. She steps around the post to the other side of the rope.

“Let me guess, too much sugar?” She scoffs.

“Something like that,” you grumble. “Look, it’s like five. We’ve been here for a couple hours. I’m chill getting out of here.”

“Already?” She lifts a brow, “we haven’t even got you a plushie.”

“I should save my money,” you keep your arms folded around you.

She eyes you up and down, “are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, it’s like you said, too much sugar. I should’ve eaten breakfast. Or lunch.”

She gives you a skeptical squint and shrugs, “alright, whatever. We can go hang at mine.”

“Great, sorry,” you mope, “I just... I’m tired.”

“It’s fine,” she assures you, “I get it. This place can be a bit much and the BO is starting to get to me.” She struts ahead of you and you catch up to her. She marvels at the signed photo in her hand, “at least I got something cool.”

“Yeah, that’s awesome. You gonna hang it up?” You ask, trying to distract yourself.

“Mm, maybe.”

You glance over your shoulder. Andy’s closer, looming, hands in his pocket, eyes set on you. What is he doing? You grab her arm and hurry her towards the exit.

“Woah, what’s up?” She trips in her wedged sandals.

“I just need some fresh air. Like you said, it stinks in here.”

As you finally get through the front doors, your phone is shaking incessantly. The buzz can be heard through the denim. You ignore it as you cross the lot.

“Is that him calling?” She asks, “is that what this is about? I mean, I’d be pissed too but he shouldn’t get to ruin your day.”

“No, it’s not,” you lie, “I just... crowds get to me after a while. It’s been a long day, traveling and all that... I’m tired.”

“Mm, sure, well, let’s not let that coward shit on it all,” she snips. “It’ll be like high school. Girls’ night! Popcorn and nail painting and your favourite hollywood hunk.”

“You mean your favourite,” you toss back.

She giggles, “come on, you know you think he’s cute too.”

You roll your eyes and stick close to her. You follow her out to the street and quickly turn away. You send one last look over your shoulder. You don’t think he’d follow you this far. You grab onto Kara’s arm and set your sights ahead of you.

“Sleepover!” You chime, doing your best to hide your anxiety.

🎮

You’re sad to leave Kara. She made a crummy day brighter with a fun night. Still, you’re relieved to go back home. Where you can be alone, where you can forget.

You catch an early Greyhound and hug your bag to you as you doze, waking with each lurch of the axle. Back in town, you disembark and sigh. You still have a shift tonight. It’s a good excuse to avoid that little needling at the back of your mind.

You still can’t believe it. How many years had you been warned against meeting people on the internet? For how much of your life has that faceless avatar online been the boogeyman to fear? And yet, he sent you pictures, you spent hours gaming together, and you trusted him. Yes, you’re that stupid. You really trusted Jacob—Andy.

You drop your stuff at home and shower as your grandmother grumbles into a cup of tea. As you emerge, her eternal scowl curls her lips. You go to the kitchen to wash her used dishes and come back out, hoping the chore appeases her. She doesn’t say a word as she sorts through her knitting needles.

Right. As grim as the house can be, you find comfort in that nothing has changed, even if you feel like your world has. You don’t even want to look at your Switch. That one possession you treasured above all. It’s the most expensive thing you own. You saved for months to get one, it connected you to outside, it helped you escape, and now it’s just another reminder.

You grab your purse and head off for work. You message Kara to check in. Uh oh, she says Calvin is in town. Not this again.

You go to hit reply on her message and another notification pops up. You tap it before you can stop yourself. It’s him. Andy. He’s been texting but you haven’t answered, you haven’t even looked to block him. You don’t know why you haven’t just hit that magic button but you just avoided everything about him.

‘Please. I’m sorry. Can we please talk?’

It’s no different than the litany of texts before hand; ‘we can mine and talk this out’; ‘I wanted to tell you the truth for so long, I just thought you had the right to hear it face-to-face'; ‘hope you got home safe. Please text when you have a moment’; one after another, changing from one tone to the others; desperate, apologetic, concerned...

Before you can dismiss the conversation, he messages again.

‘You’re reading my messages. I see the checkmark. Please, just give me a chance to explain.’

You sniff and shake your head. You mute your phone and bury it at the bottom of your purse. You don’t want to talk to him but you just can’t bring yourself to get rid of him entirely. For a year he was your friend. Maybe just a gaming buddy but a constant that you came to count on.

You would login and just shoot the shit; chat about your day; just let it all out and not think as you dug up diamonds or raced around Moo Moo Meadows. That’s all gone now and it hurts just as much as the rest of his lies. It isn’t just that he isn’t Jacob, it’s that you told him things you didn’t even tell Kara. He had been your safe harbour because he was far away, because anything you said could never come back to you.

Your eyes sting and your cheeks pinch. Stupid, again. You shouldn’t be this emotional about this. Forget about it. You got work.

Work? Scooping ice cream? God, how pathetic you must have sounded to him. He’s a lawyer or something? At least that what he claimed when he’d still been Jacob. You knew at first glance the type of man he is; established, professional, and older. So much older.

Yeah, your problems must have seemed so minuscule and immature. Oh, you flunked a pop quiz? Not like you have to pay a mortgage.

Urgh. You shake off the nipping embarrassment as you enter the booth and pull on your apron. Maybe you don’t have that much going on, but you’re trying. You’re young. You’re learning. What’s his excuse?

🎮

You should have done this a lot sooner. You don’t know why you didn’t. Maybe because it didn’t matter before. Before, Jacob was just a boy you played Minecraft with. He was just a voice in a headset. But now, he’s... not. He’s Andy. No.

He’s dead.

You stare at the search result and your heart sinks. That, at least, is true. Jacob Barber; death date, last year. The pictures even match. Just a skinny kid, smiling beside his dad and mom. She’s gone too. Lost in the same accident.

You kick yourself for being so careless. If you’d just searched him up a year ago. Even just reverse searched those pictures, you would’ve pieced it together. The only thing you can be thankful for is that it wasn’t worse. That you’re safe and you can just leave it behind.

Well, that’s what you want to do.

You scroll through the rest of the results. There's more, before the death. Articles about a murder and suspects. Jacob was one. What?

It’s all so messy you can hardly make sense of any of it. You stop and sit back. You think of the man who sat across from you, you remember the look in his eyes, the flicker in his voice. He did sound sorry.

And after everything? A police investigation then to just lose your son like that? Your only child.

You know you don’t owe him anything. He lied to you. He had every chance to be honest, from the very beginning. Maybe you wouldn’t have wanted to play with a middle-aged man but maybe you could’ve helped him find somebody. You could’ve at least shared gaming tips.

It isn’t about him. It’s about closure. This is just a blip on the radar. You have bigger things to worry about. Your grandmother, work, school. The summer’s flying by and tuition fees are higher than last year. Your interest payments are going to spike and you foresee a second job on the horizon.

You look at your phone, entranced by it. You stand and walk in circles. You come back to your small desk and pick up the cell. The little chat bubble at the bottom has that red dot in the corner; unread messages. You tap it and the dot disappears.

Jacob--

Andy’s chat opens and you slowly key in your message, several times over before you get it right.

‘I’m signing into the server. I’ll be on until nine. No mining, talking.’

That’s it. That’s all. You can’t go back to what it was. You want this to be over. You’re closing the book, cutting the strings. He needs to know what he did was wrong and you need to move on.

You take a breath and try to calm your nerves. Now that you’ve sent the message, you don’t know if you can do it. It’s too late, he saw it.

You move slowly as you boot up your switch and plug in your headset. Your heart is racing like crazy. You’re going to have a panic attack. You feel the same wave of nausea you felt back at the con. Ugh.

You load the server and almost as soon as the textures appear, he joins. Your lip trembles. You hear his mic scuff but he says nothing. No, you’re not here to listen to him. He has to hear you and then you’re done.

“I’m sorry about your son,” you begin.

“I... thanks.”

“But it’s not an excuse,” you interrupt him, “what you did was so wrong.”

“I know.”

“Please, let me get this out,” you insist, your voice shaking. “I can’t understand what you’ve been through. I looked it all up and I know that it’s a lot. I, obviously, have never dealt with any of that. You know that, because I told you. Because I trusted you,” you frown as you inhale sharply, tears pricking in your eyes, “because I thought you were my age, that you were him, your son. Your dead son.”

You shudder and shake your head, gulping thickly.

“Do you not see how fucked up that is?”

He sighs, “I know. I promise you, I wanted to tell you. That’s why... that’s why I wanted to meet. Because you deserved to know and I had to tell it to your face. You deserved that--”

“Did I deserve to be lied to? Huh? Why—Why did you need to do all that? Why couldn’t you just tell the truth?”

He sniffles. You’re silent, choked by the sob trapped in your throat.

“I... He’s gone. I missed him so bad and I wasn’t thinking straight. It’s not an excuse, you’re right,” his voice is raspy, “I... you reminded me of him. Playing his favourite game helped me get through. It was wrong. All of it. I’m not saying you should forgive me, but I’m trying to explain as best as I can. I still don’t really understand why I did it.”

You swallow and wipe your wet eyes, “you’re right. I don’t need to forgive you. I don’t. I only came on here to say what I needed to before I delete this world. I might be young and stupid but I think you need help. Real help, not some girl on a headset.”

“Please--”

His voice cuts off as you hit quit. You feel a pang of guilt. You do feel bad for him but you hope he heard you. You can’t forgive what he did to you, but you can wish the best for him. You hope what you said can make him get the proper help.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #end game #defending jacob

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Birthday Request Even v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem - tall, but it ended up being not explicitly mentioned. Character: Benn Beckman Vibe: you said toss a coin, and the coin landed on its edge AU: Coffee AU Prompt: Shower Gift Giver: @thecrimsonacademic

Summary: It all started with a cup of coffee.

Content Notes: None really, suggestive, not specific.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

It had all started with a cup of coffee.

You’d been buried up to your eyes in books for research, and by the time you’d realized the time, the sun was coming up. Bleary-eyed, disheveled, fingers stained with ink and smelling of leather and paper, you’d wandered into a small café near campus only because the campus one wasn’t open yet.

You hadn’t even ordered anything all that interesting. Just the biggest, and strongest cup of coffee they were legally allowed to serve you.

The warm chuckle in response had tickled down your spine and woke you up enough to notice, and appreciate, the older man behind the counter. Beckman, Benn Beckman, owner of the Red-eye café. A name that was both a play on red-eye flights, and bulls-eyes.

He’d asked you to return the next day and allay his fears about your survival. A small price to pay for the cup of coffee that helped keep you up the rest of the day.

Plus, the man himself was alluring enough.

And so, the next day you had returned - offering thanks and providing reassurances that the monster cup of joe he’d provided you with hadn’t, in fact, exploded your heart.

You went back again, and again, and again. Days to weeks, weeks to months, and after nearly half a year, Beckman had done what you’d been too unsure of yourself to do.

He asked you out.

It was the next logical step. In all your time at the café you’d exchanged views on everything. From politics to philosophy, you spoke at length about books you cherished, and even video games and movies you’d both enjoyed. He’d begun reading more so he could talk to you about the books you loved, and you even watched a few movies you’d never heard of before.

You hadn’t even liked some of them, but just to be able to talk.

To hear that silky deep voice, gruff from too many years of smoking, drifting across the table, it was worth watching all the old campy movies you could stand. The glint of joy in his eyes as the two of you got into the weeds about all manner of nuance and frustration.

It wasn’t just that he was pleasing to listen to, it was that he also listened to you.

The date had been so old fashioned, that you’d nearly teased him for it. But it was also perfect. He arrived a little early, but not by much, and had brought a small few flowers that you not only liked, but that dried well so you could preserve them. He’d taken you to a place that you ended up enjoying, and that wasn’t far from your house.

The conversation had been just as easy before, and if it wasn’t for the natural smile on his face, and the look in his eye, you’d almost have forgotten that it was a date. There was a flutter in your chest, but it was so comfortable, so warm, so gentle, that it didn’t make you nervous.

The movie had been one suited to your preferences, but he didn’t ignore it. He asked if he could put his arm across your seat, and smiled when you asked if you could hold his hand instead. You did little more than place your hand on top of his, and he did little more than shift his fingers beneath yours a couple times through the movie, but it was enough.

When he walked you back to your door and asked to kiss your hand, you asked to kiss his lips. The brief look of shock on his face was worth every single butterfly in your stomach, and the sweet smile on his lips was the last thing you saw before their warmth was against your own.

He had turned down the offer to come in, but only because he had to open the café the next day, and hadn’t wrangled someone to cover for him in time. Promising to plan better next time, he apologized for not being young enough to go without sleep, and at the end of it you had simply decided that you’d go to the café first thing in the morning.

The second date at been him cooking for you at your place.

Dinner at shifted easily into dessert, and that’s what you were. Sweet words had slipped easily into innuendo, and the teasing banter between you had stopped when that rough silky voice, less like smoke and coffee and more like bourbon and honey, had pressed warm against your skin. Calloused fingers were impossibly soft against your arms, and the heat in his breath sunk into your bones.

At every turn he asked for permission. Sometimes it was “May I,” sometimes it was “Let me do this,” a few times it was “I’m going to,” and the affirmation from you had been the trigger. His fingers mapped your skin, committing everything he could to memory. Every line, dip, and curve. Every coarse breath that left you, and every shiver that dug your nails into his skin.

His hands unraveled you twice before he did anything more. Sweat plastered hair to your skin as the sure grin on his face praised you silently. The deeper he went, the brighter the lines you etched into his back. He held you steady as you moaned his name, reveling in the different ways pleasure painted itself on your face while he was inside you.

The intoxicating sound of his name on your lips as he brought you to the peak a third time. It was a sound unique to you, unique to that moment.

Uniquely for him alone.

The care afterward had almost caught you off guard. Standing beneath the warm cascade of water, shaky limbs held in place by strong hands. The gentle way he helped you get cleaned up. The soft kisses, the way he washed your hair that almost made your knees buckle again. Fingers wandered over skin once more, but with less fervor, tempered by a deep need for sleep.

Sheets, hands, fingers, arms, legs - how or what you were tangled up in didn’t matter. Rest took you easily, and comfort found you in the morning.

Stormy eyes promising more, and a warm cup of coffee to start your day.

And all the days thereafter.

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2024 #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #benn beckman #It ended up being kind of a summary story?#idk #but I like how it came out #I hope you like it too \o/

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Communication's Error [M] Part Two

-> There's nothing worse than accidentally texting the guy you can't fucking stand about how you wanted to sit on his face. [masterlist]

Part Two: Efecto.mp3

Bang Chan x F!Reader [1st POV]

2,170 words

Genre: smut, romance, slight angst

smut warnings under the cut, mdni

note: hope you all enjoy this, and PLEASE tell me your thoughts :) reblogs and asks are very nice, yes yes

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and in no way an attempt to be a true depiction of anyone. It's just fun!

warnings: explicit content, smut, car sex, semi public sex, protected sex (good), oral [m], drug use: weed, sex while high, shotgunning

[2:34:10] chris bitch: im outside

[2:34:23] me: its 2:30 in the morning?????

[2:34:54] chris bitch: yet you answered right away

[2:35:15] me: 🙄🙄🙄 give me a few minutes

I huffed as I climbed out of my bed, grumbling to myself as I looked around for my crocs to slip on. I was already in a pair of loose pajama shorts and a shirt to sleep in, and fuck if I was gonna get dressed up for Christopher of all people. I pulled my hair into a claw clip once I got my crocs on and I grabbed my house key before walking out of my room and soon out of the apartment I shared with Momo.

As he said, Chan was waiting outside in his black car, his windows tinted so I couldn't really see inside. I heard the door unlock as I approached and I opened it, climbing into the passenger seat and immediately being hit with the smell of weed.

"What do you want?" I immediately demanded, looking over to Chan with an annoyed face. I tried to keep a straight face when I looked at him; fine as hell in a black tank top that was too damn tight for him, a chain around his neck and a pair of gray sweatpants.

God. Fuck me.

"Rude ass," Chan sneered at me, leaning back in his seat. "I just wanted to see you."

I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring how my cheeks heated up in response. "You couldn't have texted me during regular office hours?" I asked and he let out a laugh.

"Nah, isn't this much more romantic?" he shot back with a grin and I barked out a laugh, rolling my eyes again as I smiled.

"You're so stupid," I said, laughing a bit as I pulled on my seatbelt. "What's up?"

Chan shrugged as he started to drive off. "Not much, really. Work was a pain in the ass today."

"Ugh, I feel that," I groaned, watching the lights go by as we drove down the empty streets. "Any plans for the weekend?"

Chan shrugged again. "No idea."

"Hm," I hummed, looking back out the window as it went silent, music playing on low volume.

It's been about a month since Chan and I hooked up at that one party, and we have had sex a good handful of times since then. It annoyed me, honestly, how he could hit me up with a single text and I would come running to him. What happened to shame?! It was especially infuriating when I would text him first and he would respond in kind. What happened to self respect?!

That's all been thrown out the window since we started sleeping with each other, and I had no intention of looking for them. I was fucking addicted.

The drive was short and soon Chan pulled into an empty area of the park which was covered by a good amount of trees. He turned off his headlights but left the car running, digging into his center console and producing an already rolled up joint which I could see he smoked from already.

"Who's that from?" I asked as he lit up the joint with his lighter. Chan took in a deep drag, closing his eyes before letting the smoke out from his nose.

"Hyunjin."

"Oh yeah, gimme that," I said, reaching for it. Chan snatched his hand away before I could grab it and he grinned when I glared at him. "Hey!"

"You can't just take people's shit," he said, taking in another drag as I huffed.

"Yes I ca-" Chan's free hand grabbed my face, silencing me as he brought his face close. He pressed his lips to mine and I immediately opened my mouth, letting Chan blow the smoke into it. I groaned, closing my eyes before letting the smoke out. My face was flushed and I glared at him weakly.

"You were saying?" he asked with a shit eating grin, laughing when I snatched the joint from him.

"Jerk," I mumbled, still a bit frazzled from him shotgunning me. I took a proper pull this time, closing my eyes again. I blew out the smoke, handing the joint back to Chan with a small cough.

"Jesus," I coughed again. I leaned back in the seat, Chan turning up the music as we went back and forth smoking the blunt. My body soon started to feel floaty, my mind completely at ease as I sighed out in completely bliss.

"Hmmm," I hummed slowly, looking over at Chan as he took the last pull. He looked back at me, his eyes hooded. He leaned forward, grabbing the back of my neck to pull me towards him as he kissed me deeply over the center console. My eyes fluttered closed as I groaned into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. The kiss deepened, becoming more feverish and needy, sending fire through my veins.

We pulled away, breathing heavily as we pressed our foreheads together, staring into each other's eyes. The way Chan looked sent shivers down my spine, like he could devour me at any moment, and I would let him. He drew me to him like a moth to flame, and I briefly wondered when I would finally get burned.

"You drive me crazy," Chan whispered against my mouth, hand moving down to squeeze my side. He backed away, reaching under his seat and pushing it back all the way. Then he reclined his seat, leaning back as I scrambled to climb on top of him. I straddled his hips, biting my lip as he squeezed my thighs.

"You drive me crazy too, and I mean that in a derogatory way," I replied to him with a smirk, making him scoff and roll his eyes. He pulled me down and kissed me again, hands still massaging my thighs before he moved them to grab my ass. I moaned.

"Yet you still fuck me every time," he retorted, squeezing my ass and making me bite my lip. "Admit it, you'd be nothing without me."

It was my turn to snort. "Trust me Christopher, you're not that great."

He smirked. "Really? You think any other man out here would fuck you as good as I do?" He moved a hand between my thighs, rubbing me through my shorts and panties. I bit my lip and groaned, unable to even come up with a response. Chan snickered. "Fucking thought so."

"Shut up," I grumbled, kissing him again as a familiar song started to play. Efecto by Bad Bunny.

♬I don't know if it's a coincidence that I feel this way, Every time you're close to me, Tell me what you did to me, what drug did you give me, 'Cause I haven't been the same ever since that night, You look at me and I start sweating, I feel like I can fly♬

The kiss was heavy, leading to us panting as we rubbed on each other's bodies, just wanting to feel each other, even in such a small space. Chan pushed my shirt up enough to free my breasts, groaning as he took a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, grinding down against him, the friction making us both hiss. It wasn't enough, just feeling his heated skin and his lips on mine.

"Chris... I need you now..." I whispered, reaching down to grab the hem of his sweatpants.

♬ Baby, the drug is starting to kick in, My world is fucked up and I feel perfect, Because you're here moving like that, don't stop, Baby, you're my drug, don't slow it down tonight♬

Chan dug into his pocket and pulled out a condom and I helped him put it on after pushing his sweats down just enough to free his dick. I licked my lips hungrily, wanting to suck on him, but that will have to wait.

"Are you sure you want to now?" Chan asked, breathing heavily as he took the crotch of my loose shorts and panties, pushing them to the side. "I don't want to hurt you." He was so sweet.

I smiled at him, kissing him deeply again before whispering in his ear; "I want you now, Chan. I can't wait..."

"So impatient..." he scolded me lightly, though he still guided himself to my entrance. Slowly I started to sink down on him, hissing as he stretched me out. I was wet, though not entirely ready, so I sank down slowly, panting heavily as I stared at Chan's beautiful face with hazy eyes.

Chan bit his bottom lip, his eyebrows pinched from the pleasure of having me tight around his throbbing cock. "Fuck... fuck..."

He leaned his head back on the headrest, hooded, lust filled eyes trained on me as I started to ride him, my shirt still pushed up over my breasts, giving him a view of them bouncing as I started fucking him. "Chan.. you feel so good..."

"Yeah?" he moaned, holding onto my hips as I continued to ride him, watching the way his dick would disappear inside of me. "Fuck, your pussy is heaven. God, what'd I do to fuck you raw..."

His words sent shivers down my spine and I leaned forward to kiss him hard. He wrapped his arms around me, thrusting up into me. I moaned into his mouth, the car shaking and windows fogging up as we fucked each other. I pressed my face into his neck, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as Chan moved one hand down to suddenly slap my ass. I gasped out from the pain.

"Shit! Chan-!" He slapped my ass again and I cried out, the pain and pleasure mixed turning me on even more. Chan smirked up at me, still fucking up into me, using his now hard grip on my hips to pull me down on him.

"You like that, huh? You like when I smack your ass like that?" He gave my behind another swift smack and I moaned deeply, biting into his neck and making him curse. "Shit, you freaky bitch."

"Chris, please... I'm gonna cum..." I whimpered into his ear, trying to keep up with his thrusts. I kissed him sloppily, the kiss being all tongue and spit as I continued to ride him. My nails dug into his skin, drool dripping down my chin as Chan kissed on my neck.

"Come on, baby. I want you to cum on my dick," Chan whispered harshly. "Then, I'm gonna make you suck my dick so I can cum in that pretty mouth."

I whined, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when one shift of his hips had Chan hitting that one spot. It didn't take long for me to finally cum with a throaty moan, walls tightening around him as I'm engulfed in euphoria.

"Shit, that's right, fuck... fuck..." Chan hissed, the feeling of me cumming almost making him cum himself. But he stopped himself, quickly pulling out of me, much to my dismay.

"Chan-"

"Shut up," he hissed, sitting up and kissing me deeply. "Let me use that fucking mouth, baby. The one you keep running so much."

I groaned softly, shifting over to the passenger seat so I could easily lean over to face Chan's lap. He had already discarded the condom, and I made quick work of taking Chan's cock right into my mouth. I already knew what he liked, so after a few bobs of my head, I stuck with sucking on his tip, using my hands to jerk the rest of his thick cock off. Chan moaned quite loudly, his fingers held onto my hair, him just letting me do what I do as he hissed and moaned.

"God, so fucking good," he panted, looking down at me. "You were made for my fucking cock, holy shit-" One more suck from me had Chan pushing my head down to take him in my mouth as he finally came with a curse, his cum filling my mouth.

Chan fell back in his seat as I pulled myself up after a moment. We were both breathing heavily, sweat beading on our bodies. "Damn..." I gasped softly, and Chan just laughed at that, sitting up and fixing his seat.

"Damn is right, holy shit..."

We fixed ourselves up next, drinking some water that he so thoughtfully brought with him. Then, we made out for a while, me moaning softly as he pulled away, his brown eyes staring down at me with something I couldn't comprehend. He trailed his fingers down the side of my face before he sat back in his seat.

"Let me take you home."

I smiled at him warmly, looking over the beautiful man before me as I nodded. "Please do. You can't keep me away from my beloved Momo forever, Christopher."

He snorted. "I can try."

That made me blush and I just looked away.

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Are We There Yet?

An Empyrean Drabble featuring Xaden driving the Iron Squad to the beach. He has many regrets. Mainly that Ridoc's annoying as fuck and Violet makes him way too horny for him to be comfortable trapped in the car with her best friends.

Pour one out for Sawyer's pants. Sorry for what I had to do to you, man.

Read the drabble after the break or on AO3.

“Are we there yet?” Xaden groans. This is the third time Ridoc's asked in the last five minutes. Why did his girlfriend have to get saddled with the most annoying squad in the quadrant? Couldn't she have been matched with someone cool? Someone like Bodhi or Garrick. “Not yet, Ridoc,” Violet says, endlessly patient. It’s one of the many reasons Xaden loves her. “How much longer?” Her friend whines. “About two minutes less than the last time you asked,” Xaden grumbles. “What was that, Riorson?” Xaden glances in the rearview mirror to see Rhiannon Matthias smirking up at him from the back seat where she sits wedged between Ridoc Gamlyn and Sawyer Henrrick. Xaden’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. His white-knuckled grip is the only thing keeping him from throwing one of these assholes out a window. “I said it’s a nice day for the beach.” “Uh-huh.” Xaden tears his eyes away from the back seat. Because Garrick and Xaden are the only ones with cars, and because Xaden is dating Violet, he’s stuck driving the children instead of riding with his friends. It’s a tight squeeze in his Sedan, a sleek dark blue Audi. The trunk is filled with their overnight back and floaties, which means that their beach bags are in the back seat. The cooler with their drinks and sandwiches is balanced on Sawyer’s lap. The man’s legs keep jiggling up and down, jostling the ice and sloshing the water. “I’m not the only one who’s bored. Sawyer’s all jittery.” Ridoc presses his face against the window. “I know! Let’s play a game.” A groan comes from the other side of the back seat. “Guys, I really have to pee.” “I spy with my little eye something silver,” Ridoc says, ignoring Sawyer’s announcement. “Can you hold it?” Violet asks. Xaden chances a glance at her, taking his eyes off the road. She’s turned around, looking at Sawyer in the backseat with concern. A car changes lanes and Xaden has to swerve to avoid it. “Fuck,” Sawyer whimpers as he squirms in an attempt to get comfortable. “Be careful, Xaden,” Violet scolds. “You need to keep your eyes on the road.” “It’s in this car,” Ridoc hints. “Shut up, Ridoc,” Rhiannon says. “No one cares what you spy.” “We’re only forty-five minutes away,” Xaden says, irritation lacing his words. “You can hold it.” “I can’t. I’m about to burst.” “Can you just try, Sawyer?” Violet asks placatingly. She places her hand on Xaden’s thigh, rubbing gently to calm him down. Unfortunately, her touch excites another part of his body. A part that she’s getting dangerously close to. He’s going to have to immediately whisk her away to a secluded area when they get to the beach. Or a public changing room, whichever is closer. “Then Ridoc has to take the cooler.” Sawyer shifts frantically, trying to slide the cooler across Rhiannon’s lap and onto Ridoc’s, but then they hit a bump and he starts to panic. “It’s pressing on my bladder.” “Seriously, guys?” Ridoc’s voice is incredulous as he looks around the car. “No one has a guess for something silver.” “It’s Violet’s fucking hair!” Xaden shouts. “It’s obviously her hair. What the fuck else would it be?” Gods, Ridoc was so fucking annoying. Xaden could strangle him. “Jeez, you don’t have to be so mean about it.” Ridoc goes back to looking out his window. “I’ll think of a harder one this time.” “Please don’t,” Xaden and Sawyer groan simultaneously. Ridoc kicks Xaden’s seat in response. “How about we play the silent game instead,” Violet suggests. “This is so entertaining,” Rhiannon cackles. “I’m so glad you invited us to tag along, Xaden.” There’s a high-pitched sob from the back right, and Xaden looks up to see Sawyer’s face turning red. A look of horror spreads across the man’s features. “Pull over. Right now.”

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