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bitchiswild · 3 months

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Brat

GP Kazuha x F! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, creampie, slight choking etc.

A/n: based somewhat (literally just a quote) on a book

Kazuha's voice echoed through the grand foyer, cutting through the air like a sharp wind as you walked through the door, laden with bags from designer brands. The contrast between the opulent shopping spoils and the tension in the atmosphere was palpable.

"Where have you been?" Her voice boomed, demanding an explanation that you weren't quite ready to provide. You met her gaze with a nonchalant shrug, as if shopping were a perfectly reasonable response to whatever had transpired in your absence.

"Shopping," You replied, your tone casual, as your eyes fixed on the stairs ahead.

Before you could go, Kazuha grabbed your arm, bringing you to an abrupt halt. Exhaling a frustrated sigh, she eyed the bags in your hands with disbelief. "We had an argument earlier, and you're just shopping?" Her words dripped with incredulity, a mix of frustration and annoyance etched across her features.

You wrestled your arm from her grip, a defiant glint in your eyes. "Sometimes, a little retail therapy is the best remedy for a disagreement," You retorted, your attempt to deflect the tension not going unnoticed.

Just as the standoff continued, Kazuha's phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out and glanced at the screen, a call from an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, she answered, unsure of what awaited on the other end.

"Ma'am, we're calling to verify that you made a purchase for $500,457.48 today at Dior. And $250,426.10 online at Chanel. If you cannot confirm it or it is fraudulent, we can cancel the transactions," a voice on the other end stated.

Kazuha's eyes sharpened, and she shot you a questioning look. You couldn't help but smirk. “$500K and $250K?" She muttered. The tension in the room shifted, and for a moment, the weight of our argument seemed to be overshadowed by the sheer absurdity of the extravagant charges.

"No, it's not fraud. That's just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through," Kazuha grumbled into the phone before clicking it off.

Kazuha's head snapped towards you, and before you could react, she grabbed your arm, forcefully dragging me up the stairs and pushing you into yours and Kazuha’s room. Stumbling inside, the bags in your hands scattering all over the floor. Kazuha stalked towards you, her eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and a glint of desire.

As you stood frozen in your spot, Kazuha's hand gripped your jaw, her breath brushing against your lips. You shuddered at the proximity, feeling a rush of both fear and desire.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?" She questioned, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

You stared back at her, the defiance in you unyielding. "A brat that is your future wife," You retorted, a smirk playing on your lips.

She chuckled darkly, pushing you backward towards your bed until your knees hit the mattress, forcing you to sit. You looked up at Kazuha, who towered over you with a captivating intensity. Desire flickered in her eyes as she gently caressed your face.

"My pretty brat, indeed" She muttered before pushing you down onto the bed, making you lie down. The room seemed to pulse with a mixture of tension and anticipation as she hovered over you, trapping you in between her arms.

Her eyes locked onto your body, hunger flickering within them. She teased her finger across your chest, tracing invisible patterns, before sensually gliding it down to your covered core.

Her touch sent shivers down your spine. The anticipation hung thick in the air, each moment stretching with a palpable tension. Her gaze remained fixed on mine, a silent exchange of desire and consent unfolding between us.

Her hands reached up to your neck, gripping it before pulling you into a hungry kiss. Her kisses moved from your lips to your neck. You tilted your neck to give her more access, letting it shine from the spit of her kisses.

Her kisses became more greedy and her touches became more rough making your thighs clenched, “Please, fuck me already,” You whimpered, you were getting frustrated with her teasing. But Kazuha just laughs at how desperate you were getting.

“You think brats deserve to get fucked?” She questioned darkly, her hips grinding slightly against your clothed center, making you instinctively buck your hips into hers.

"Please," You whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as you stared at her. Kazuha shook her head, her eyes raking over your body once more before locking with yours. Her cock was straining in her pants at your pleas, loving how desperate you sounded. Needy, just the way she likes it.

Kazuha gripped your pants, yanking them down in one swift motion, leaving you bare in front of her. You spread your legs, revealing your wet core. Her eyes locked onto it.

"No underwear?" She questioned, kneeling down to get closer to your core. She looked up at you with one eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer. You shook your head, prompting a disapproving sound from her. She then kissed around your center, making you squirm, but she held you in place.

“So pretty, so so pretty.” She mumbled as she stared at your core. Her hips bucked at the sight, you were wet and ready for her.

With your legs over her shoulders, the tip of her tongue teased your entrance, making you gasp at the warm sensation as she licked up and down your folds. Kazuha buried herself in your cunt lapping up all your juices, like she was starving.

You gripped anything you could have your hands on as pleasure surged through your body as Kazuha abused your cunt. “S-Shit Kazuha!” You moaned loudly, as your hand found its place in her hair.

“You taste so good baby,” Kazuha moaned against your core, sending vibrations that made your body shiver.

"Fuck, just like that—your tongue feels so fucking good." Your breathy moans echoed through the room. Kazuha wrapped her lips around your clit, her tongue flicking it, causing your hips to stutter and pushing yourself closer to her face.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," your legs began to quiver around her head, your hands still in her hair. Kazuha's lips wrapped around your clit again, flicking her tongue faster to bring you to your edge. Your moans became louder, a symphony to her ears. Her cock throbbed in her pants, begging to be released and paint your insides with white.

"Cum, baby, cum on my mouth," she murmured against your cunt. Your body started thrashing around, and your legs shook. "Oh my god—" you gasped, your eyes rolling back. Moaning your back arched as your orgasm washed over. Kazuha held you down, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your legs twitched as she continued her assault on your pussy. Kazuha looked at you, pulling away, and gave you a passionate kiss, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

"Fuck me with your cock," You whimpered.

Kazuha swiftly discarded all her clothing, leaving only her boxers on. She kneels beside you, helping to remove the remaining fabric from your body. As you sat up, anticipation heightened as you grabbed her boxers and pulled them down. Her thick and lengthy cock slapped against her stomach, coated with glistening pre-cum. The tip, visibly red and pulsating, begged for attention, ready to be sucked.

Your fingers wrapped around Kazuha's cock, pumping it with a firm yet teasing touch. Her moans filled the air, and she gently caressed your hair. Taking a moment, she gathered your locks into a makeshift ponytail. Guiding your face closer to her pulsating cock, she let out a throaty sigh as you eagerly complied, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out to welcome her. Your plump lips enclosed around her throbbing shaft, creating an irresistible sensation. Kazuha responded with a slow and controlled thrusting motion, the rhythm building as she began to gently fucked your mouth.

"Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good," Kazuha moaned, her head falling back. You looked up at her as she continued to fuck your mouth, the raw pleasure evident in her expressions and moans.

Her thrusts quickened, prompting moans from both of you. The vibrations traveled up Kazuha's cock, intensifying the pleasure. "Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum in your mouth," she grunted, her hips stuttering as she came hard in your mouth.

Pulling away, Kazuha gripped your jaw, a commanding edge to her voice. "Show me, then swallow it," she muttered. You opened your mouth, revealing her cum on your tongue, and then swallowed it all. Opening your mouth again to prove it, Kazuha pulled you into another kiss.

"That's my good girl," she murmured. Then, with a swift move, she flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass towards her hardening member. Rubbing herself on your ass, she teased your tight, soaking entrance with the tip of her member, pushing in slightly and then pulling away. Frustration built within you. "Fuck me already!" you groaned.

In response, Kazuha, in one quick thrust, pushed her member inside of you. A choked-out moan escaped your lips at the stretch, and you grasped the sheets, the sensation overwhelming yet undeniably pleasurable.

"Who knew how desperate you are for my cock," she said with a smirk, her words laced with a teasing tone. The rhythm of her thrusts intensified, each motion sending shivers of pleasure through your body. The audible slap of her balls against your clit added a new layer of sensation.

The bed frame began to knock against the walls with the force of her powerful thrusts. "Shit, Kazuha, just like that, baby," you moaned, your body jerking in response to the relentless motions of her vigorous thrusts.

"Next time, don't be a brat, baby. I won't be as forgiving," she said venomously, her thrusts growing harder and faster, eliciting screams of pleasure from you. Kazuha then flipped you back onto your back, maintaining the relentless speed of her thrusts. The air was thick with tension, a blend of desire and dominance that fueled the heated encounter between you and Kazuha.

Her cock stretched you just the way you'd always craved, your walls fluttered around her throbbing member, creating a tight embrace that sent shivers down your spine,driving you to cloud nine. Trembling under her, you felt the warmth of your juices dripping onto the bed.

"My baby is so, so pretty, fuck-, underneath me," Kazuha moaned, the raw desire evident in her voice. Her fingers dug into your skin, seeking more leverage, as she continued to thrust with unrelenting passion.

Kazuha reached down to rub your clit, prompting a cry of pleasure to escape your lips in response to the increased sensations from her thrusts. Your cunt throbbed of her relentless pounding. Her tip twitched while skillfully caressing your G-spot, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. Your cunt tightened around Kazuha's cock, the powerful thrusts threatening to leave you delightfully raw as the pleasure continued to build.

Kazuha lifted her head, attentively watching your responses to each of her thrusts. With a final roll of her hips, she pushed you over the edge, and you unraveled beneath her, your thighs quivering in pleasure. The intensity of your climax triggered Kazuha's own release. Her hand released your hips and planted itself beside your head. As her head shoved itself in your neck.

"I’m—" Kazuha grunted, her member being embraced by your warm and tight wet pussy. She drove herself deep, her heavy balls filled with cum tightening as she poured everything into you. "Cumming" she breathed out, filling you with her warm and sticky cum. Each twitch of her swollen tip sent warmth spurts deep within you, and your walls clenched so tightly around her that she struggled to contain it all.

Kazuha panted for air, struggling to catch her breath as her heart pounded against her chest. Her cock remained buried deep within your snug walls. As you slowly descended from your high, your hands and breath shaky, you released Kazuha, who gazed down at you adoringly before carefully pulling out.

Kazuha headed to the bathroom, returning with a wet rag to help clean you up. Afterward, she guided you both under the covers, wrapping her arms around you. You were already dozing off, your body faintly trembling in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm.

Leaning down, Kazuha's lips gently pressed against your cheek. "I love you so much, baby. We'll talk about our argument when we wake up from our nap," she mumbled, placing kisses along your jaw and cheeks as she felt you cuddling closer to her. Kazuha wrapped her arms around your waist, eventually succumbing to sleep alongside you.

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torque-witch · 10 months

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Lololol TikTok took down my submarine sticker video that was going viral so now there’s a preorder ✨

I was scrambling to get a listing up bc I was getting so many comments about ppl wanting to buy it and then someone said

“But why won’t you think about the billionaires?” And reported me for bullying lol.

I guarantee you if I had $250k from sticker sales I would not spend it so heinously

Death’s Head Divination

#torquetalks #deaths head divination #eat the rich

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tetsutits · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 — hanma shuji x f!reader

SYN: you challenge hanma to a round of poker, and the both of you place your bets. if you win—you get his Bentley and $250k. If he wins, he gets to fuck you in one of the private rooms in the back. surely you'll win, right?

CW: toman and bonten make an appearance. gambling. swearing. reader wears a dress. smut. unprotected sex. creampie. groping. pet names (baby, princess, doll, pretty girl). let me know if i missed anything! wc: 3.4k

AN: LISTEN UP! i have absolutely no idea how gambling or casinos work but i did my research and tried my best! this might be inaccurate so i'm apologizing from now hehe. either way, enjoy! (ignore the fact that i changed my fic format again oops)

ty for @megumi-divine and @utahimeow for beta <3 | @tokyometronetwork

MINORS DNI. barely proofread. tr masterlist

"if i win this round," your eyes never leave his as you make your way to the opposite side of the table, "then of course, I get my share. along with your Bentley—and everything that's inside of it."

you see hanmas face turn stern, lip slightly curving down until it's right back up. he's smirking at you, and you already know that he's not backing down from a challenge.

it's a good thing you don't back down, either.

"alright, and if I win," his golden eyes stare into yours, as if they're looking right into your soul, "then I get to fuck you in one of the private rooms in the back."

a course of whistles and gasps fill the room, and you see rindou give hanma the deadliest stare possible. a rush of adrenaline fills your body and you feel your knees weaken.

you half expected him to ask for something materialistic—something that has to do with money or expensive items. but to your shock (well, not so much, actually), he'd rather get his dick wet over anything he could possibly have.

you smile at him, and he follows the movement of your perfectly glossed lips as you point to the table and say, "that's a deal then. shall we?"

you ignore the looks and shocked faces of the executives, and let it pass as just a playful round of poker. surely, you'll win. . . right?

and so it begins, you and hanma decide it'll only be one round. no repeats, no second chances, whoever wins gets what they've already decided on prior to the round.

being in these types of places isn't something new to you—casinos, high-end bars and clubs—they're places you frequent with bonten. but there are times where you don't like to involve yourself with their business.

toman and bonten, they regularly meet for business and events. but the two gangs have been rivaling each other for the longest time. they haven't been at each other's throats, they never purposely go out of their way to hurt the other gang—but at the same time, they aren't exactly friends .

you sit right in the middle, between the two. yes, you technically 'belong' to bonten, but you find a certain member of toman interesting. so you never miss out on the opportunity to come along when bonten is meeting with toman.

all because you want to see hanma.

(he wants to see you, too.)

you've been taught how to play poker, but you've never taken it as seriously as they have.

as the round goes on, rindou's eyes never leave yours, he watches like a hawk the entire time, and if you weren't so focused on winning, then you would have told him off.

on the other hand, the way hanma looks so confident and unbothered makes your blood boil. it's not that he's playing carelessly—he isn't. he plays with full concentration but at the same time doesn't look like he's putting much effort at all.

the sight of him, so well put together in his suit, hair perfectly styled, and his demeanor so calm and collected—it makes your thighs squeeze together and you feel warm heat pool inside you.

"what's goin thru that pretty little head of yours, hm?"

your eye snap up to meet his hazy, golden ones. the dim lighting of the casino makes it look like his orbs are glowing, the earring he wears glistens and swings as he moves.

"nothing," you smirk at him from across the table, "i'm just thinking of that Bentley of yours and the $250k that sits in the trunk of it."

you've never seen a man's smile drop so fast in your life. it made the smirk on your lips linger, proud of the subtle reaction he was giving you.

the hand that sits on the table tightens into a fist, and you think you see his veins through this skin.

"oh, yeah? and how would you know that i've got that much money in the back of my car?" he asks, tone neutral but his lips slightly turn up at the corners of his mouth.

you stare at your chips that are stacked on the table, each one varying with value. if you go all in—you could possibly risk losing the entire round and let hanma have his way. but even if you do play safe—you never know what kind of tricks he has up his sleeve.

and one thing that you do know, is that hanma will do anything to get what he wants.

"i guess you can say that i have my sources." you wink back at him.

as the game goes on, you notice his eyes lingering on you—tracing your body in the silky, black dress that you wear. he feels his pants become unbearably uncomfortable at the sight of you, the way your tits sit nice and pretty, the way your neck is a blank canvas all ready for him to mark up with dark bruises and love bites.

and it would all be simply his if he won this round.

mikey and some of the bonten executives are off somewhere finalizing deals and speaking to other gangs here—but rindou has not once left your side. he goes as far as placing a hand on your shoulder while you play.

"you really don't need to babysit me, y'know," you turn to him, speaking quietly enough that it's only you two that can hear, "i'll be fine alone."

rindou's brows furrow but he doesn't say anything, he's always been a little protective of you so this behavior isn't something foreign. instead, he pulls away but speaks right into your ear.

"it's not that i don't trust you," he says as his eyes flick over to hanma's, "i don't trust him."

if hanma can hear, he's definitely ignoring him.

"you can go, and i'll find you once we're done." he finally lets out, giving you a curt nod.

it's obvious he doesn't want to leave, but at the same time he wants to respect your wishes. reluctantly, rindou spares one more glare hanma's way and then slowly takes his leave.

the game goes on, and you feel your palms become even more sweatier by the second. the air feels thick, and anxiety swims through your blood.

opposite of you, hanma pulls out a cigar, lighting it, taking a long drag as he watches you.

the glowing lights create an atmosphere around the two of you that makes it seem like nobody else exists here. the world stills. it's just you, hanma, and this little game of poker.

you must be too absorbed in the game because he laughs, and you think it's the first time that you see his pearly white teeth as he throws his head back slightly, "c'mon, pretty girl, don't be so tense. this is all fun and games, right?"

you pout, mostly because you're frustrated with the way the round is going. you'd been so

sure that you made the right moves in order to be on the winning path—but then again, anyone that plays with hanma shuji should know that their fate is set in stone the second the round begins.

at some point in the round you find yourself at a disadvantage.

hanma is making moves that you'd think would be better for you — but instead it's giving him the upper hand.

your leg bounces under the table, but your face remains stoic in an effect to conceal his true effect on you.

hanma makes move after move, each one calculated precisely. he makes sure that whatever he does—it'll be in his advantage in the end.

as much as you try to counter him, you conclude that your best efforts don't compare to his natural skills. he knows too much—too many tricks, too many ways to get himself out of a situation.

you're like a puppet on a string that he controls. even if he's playing against you, it seems as if he has been pulling certain strings this whole time, jeopardizing every single one of your movements.

before you know it, the round is over. it's inevitable—you think. but now you're doubting yourself and your confidence as you register the results of the round. you stare at the chips, the cash and the drinks sprawled out on the table—and you try to recall where you went wrong but nothing comes to mind.

you sit there, shocked and unable to say anything. you've lost—but a part of you doesn't seem to be upset about that fact. yes, you could have come home with a shit ton of money and a brand new car—but you find yourself already slowly accepting your defeat.

you know you could get anything you want, anyway. but you play for the fun, you play for the thrill of it you play for the rush of adrenaline you get every time you place a chip down.

you're snapped out of your daydream when you hear hanma whistle, loud and long. he has a grin on his face that makes you scowl in return. the taste of losing is bitter in your mouth.

"i think we already knew this was going to happen, princess." he says, tone low and deep.

you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, he follows the movement with his eyes, shamelessly eyeing your chest, "you must've cheated somewhere, y-you cant just win that easily. i've nev—"

"i've won fair and square." he cuts you off. "no need to make excuses. and for the record, no, actually, i didn't cheat."

you pinch the bridge of your nose. your palms are clenched in a tight fist under the table. hanma brings out an anger inside you that you've never even known you harbored.

he leans forward, large body towering over the table. he's close enough that if he whispers you'd be able to hear him, "i think you owe me, pretty girl."

you bite the inside of your mouth to keep yourself from saying anything, and you think you taste blood. he's not wrong, you do technically owe him something. but at the same time, you're not mad at how this round has ended.

hanma gets up from where he was sitting, dusting off his pants, and making his way over to you.

he stands looming over you, looking down as he reaches his hand out, "shall we?" he says mockingly, repeating the same words you told him earlier.

you look up at him through your lashes, and he swears he feels his dick get even harder from the sight.

"don't keep me waiting, doll," he says, a slight smile to his lips.

you give in to him, you just got a free chance to fuck Japans 2nd most dangerous criminal. the same one you've been pining after for the longest time.

you take his hand and he leads you away from the table and crowd. you catch rindou's shocked eyes as you're walking hand in hand with hanma.

“w-where are we going?” you ask in a hurry, ignoring the stares that you're getting from the onlookers.

hanma doesn't look back at you, but he keeps the grip on your hand firm, “i'm not actually taking you to the private rooms. that's where all the ugly business goes down.”

he leads you through the tables and the crowd, taking you all the way to the bathrooms that are located at the corner of the casino.

“you're fucking me in the bathroom? are you serious?”

he pauses, looks back at you but doesn't let go of your hand, “well would you rather me fuck you in front of all the other executives? have them watch as you take my cock right in front of them?”

you're shocked into silence. mouth opening and closing, but no words come out. “I—no. no i wouldn't.” you look away from his unwavering gaze, and suddenly you feel so small compared to him. “could you just hurry up?"

he chuckles, deep and gravely, “impatient, are we?”

you scowl at him, and it just makes his grin even wider.

you enter the empty bathroom, and the second the door closes he turns to you and asks, “there's still time to back out if you don't want this. it was just a silly bet and i'm not pressuring you to do this.”

you feel his hot breath as he traps you between him and the door, he's looking down at you, but you don't think you could handle meeting his eyes.

in a small voice, you tell him, “I'm sure. i-i want this.”

he brings one hand to your face, his other is placed sturdily against the door. his thumb traces over your lips and he pulls the bottom one out, keeping you from biting and playing with it.

“may i?” he almost whispers. you can't bring yourself to say anything, so you give him the green light by nodding in return.

his lips are soft when they meet yours. they move perfectly as if they were always meant to be slotted against them. he sucks and bites your lower lip and your bring your hands to grip the front of his suit—pulling him even closer to you.

his body presses on to yours, and you think you feel him everywhere. he overwhelms your senses—towering over you with his height and his broad shoulders.

his tongue slips into your mouth with no warning, exploring and swiping over yours. his hands are wandering all over you, groping and touching—and you already feel your panties starting to dampen. you can feel him everywhere around you, like he's the only thing that exists in this moment.

“fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted to do this,” he says, squeezing your ass through your dress.

“hanma,” you whisper, you don't know why you're saying his name, but he sure loves it.

you tug at the hair at the base of his nape, and it brings out a deep groan from his throat.

“fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?”

you sigh in satisfaction when he starts kissing down the column of your neck, marking and leaving dark bruises all around the sensitive skin.

“shuji, please,” you whine, its uncomfortable how your panties are soaked at this point. your thighs rub together to ease the ache that's built in your core.

he buries is face even deeper into your neck once he hears his first name, the hold he has on the back of your thighs almost hurts from how hard he's gripping you.

“tell me what you need, use your words like a big girl.”

you feel hot heat rush up to your face, and you shy away from his gaze, “please just fuck me . .” you say quietly.

“Mm, can't hear you. you're gonna have to speak up, doll.”

he's teasing. you know he's teasing you. and you squirm in his hold, "s-shut up! can you just fuck me already?" you huff out.

his smirk deepens, like it seems that he's got you exactly where he wants you, "only 'cause you asked so nicely, princess,"

his large palms make their way to the bottom of your dress, and he looks up at you wordlessly asking for permission.

he yanks the fabric up over your waist once you nod, and sighs deeply at the sight of your bare legs. he massages your thighs and hands smooth over the skin, “you've been hiding this from me this entire time?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, “you never really payed attention to me whenever i came along to meetings a-and stuff.”

his eyes widen like he's shocked, and pulls away to look at your face, “you fuckin’ serious?”

you pause, and you meet his eyes in shock, “no, i don't know. . . i almost gave up on trying to reach you,”

“c’mere,” he says, leading you to the mirror, bending you slightly over the counter as he stands behind you.

“i would see you all the time, sitting all pretty in those little dresses of yours,” he looks at you through the mirror, moving your hair to the side, “and it would take everything inside me to keep it together.”

he kisses the back of your neck, and his arms move forward to grope your tits through the fabric, “i think i could die a happy man right now.”

you smile shyly at his words, and push your hips backwards so your ass meets the front of his slacks. you rub yourself against him, feeling his hard cock stiffen at the touch.

“shuji, what're you waiting for?”

he drops his head on your shoulder, and you hear the zipper of his slacks. soon enough, his cock is freed from the confines of his pants.

one of his hands come up to rub you through your panties, "already this wet for me?" he runs two long fingers through your wet folds, collecting the slick that continues to drip out of you.

“ah—fuck! feels so good,”

he smirks at you through the mirror, and you shudder when they run over your swollen bud. the bundle of nerves aching in need for stimulation makes you jump when he massages a certain spot.

“fuck, baby, i cant wait any longer,” he groans, holding your hips in place, “need to be inside you, now,”

you do him a favor and reach behind you where his leaking cock is, you wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking him as you angle your hips.

“c-could you—”

the air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs when he pushes inside you with no warning, you gasp as you feel the burning stretch of your walls.

“shit—slow down!”

he buries his face in your neck and starts a grueling pace, wasting no time at all. the force of his hips has you weak in the knees and if he weren't holding you so tight, you think you'd be a puddle on the floor.

“so fuckin’ perfect for me,” he bites your bare shoulder, muffling his groans.

"a-ah, shuji!"

"fuck—ive waited so long for this," he huffs out, hips snapping right back into you at an unforgiving pace, "to fuck you until you were cryin' on my cock" he laughs in your neck, the hot air tickling the hairs on your nape.

he hits a spot that has you seeing stars, your breath caught in your throat, and you try so, so hard to keep quiet, but with the way he's fucking you right now—you bet everyone loitering around near the bathrooms could hear everything.

“fuck—!” you cry out, the tears building in the corners of your eyes.

"look at you," he pants, the sheer layer of sweat glistening on his forehead, "takin' me so well, see?" he thrusts even harder, and it takes everything in you not to scream out loud in pleasure. it's just so much—but it's so fucking good.

your nails dig into his forearm where you're grabbing on, "there's no need—ah, fuck, no need to deny you want my cock, baby"

you feel the pressure tighten in your belly, and it only takes a few more thrusts before you're crying out, cumming on his cock.

“so fuckin’ warm,” he grunts, “gonna fill this pretty pussy up,”

his movements don't stop even when he spills deep inside you with a long groan, filling you all the way to the brim with his warm release.

your body falls limp over the bathroom counter, tired and all fucked-out. you feel like your world is spinning as both of you take this time to catch your breaths, basking in the afterglow.

he chuckles, breathless with a wide grin on his face, “maybe we should play more poker, huh?”

you lift your head to look at him through the mirror, “so there's a next time?” you ask playfully.

he pulls your panties up for you, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress, “don't act like you didn't enjoy this.”

“i don't mind a next time,” you say quietly, standing up and turning around, “i was kinda hoping this wouldn't be a one-time thing.”

he smiles softly at you and cups your cheek with one large palm, “anything you want, baby.”

feedback and reblogs are appreciated <;3

#hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma x you #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #hanma x reader smut #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x you smut #:tokrev #:spicy #add to masterlist

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legacygirlingreen · 2 months

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Topic: Sebastian and Solomon Sallow HCs

TW: mild discussion of abuse

It’s been almost a year in the fandom and I love seeing people continue to expand on the headcanon and lore surrounding these characters. The discussion of Solomon and his abusive tendencies comes up a lot towards his nephew. Beyond just the verbal - which we get a mild glance at paired with the elements told by Sebastian - one might can infer there’s more to the story.

Some people have proposed Sebastian possibly living in that shack (I can’t remember who exactly plus please feel free to tag and I’ll add them). Discussions of how physical the abuse is have happened in many locations.

As for why I love the HC of Solomon (forcibly) cutting Sebastian’s hair stems from the importance of hair in the time the game exists. Hair was an important aspect of home making - specifically with mothers to their children and fathers teaching their sons how to groom. Lack of parental figures that care can lead to those who seek to harm - thus why it makes sense in my brain for Solomon to do this.

Hair also played an important role between lovers - with things like hair locks being gifted by both genders to the other and rising to the use of lockets to hold locks of hair in a way to always keep that person close to your heart.

Sebastian frequently is shown in cut scenes scratching the back of his neck nervously, and while some people have the nervous tick of biting their nails this often one we see for him.

Solomon forcing unwanted appearances onto his nephew truly seems within the realm of possibility in my mind, especially when you consider the time period, the fact it truly looks so uneven in the game and he stays at a baseline upset with Solomon.

On the flip side Solomon could be seeing this as a means to help with comfortability during hot summers despite not enjoying the task. As far as Victorian standards go it was a task usually reserved for the woman of the house until a certain age. We don’t get any clues on if he had children of his own and suddenly going from a bachelor auror to having to take care of your brother’s children likely wasn’t a light adjustment. His frustration at the situation at times might’ve come out towards those kids, putting stops to things he might’ve found difficult to watch his brother allow when the Sallow’s were alive.

I could speak at length about this topic of how their relationship might’ve grown more and more strained with time but I digress.

Almost one year ago I wrote a fic expressing a possible way in which Solomon might’ve pushed that boundary of abusive behavior with his nephew is in aggressively cutting his hair . This lead me down a rabbit hole of jumping back in fandom. those who have stuck around since March of 2023 for the ride with over 250k words of Sebastian content across my main fic, mini fic and one shots : thank you💚

In the spirit of this I would LOVE to hear any further ideas on this head cannon so if you have some please feel free to comment, dm or put it in my ask box! I love hearing your theories! Especially when it comes to the interesting relationship between Solomon and Sebastian.

Since then it’s been wonderful to watch this head canon grow:

@writing-intheundercroft has furthered it by suggesting that the reason it looks so terrible is sheep shears - which utterly cracks me up in ways I cannot express !

@mrsbrookemunson also wrote a one shot tackling the same concepts and you can find it here:

And if you’re interested in my work it’s here:

Anywho, this is a simple reminder that we can all share a lot of the same ideas and also expand on them in ways that bring us together as a collective and not divide. I’ve seen so much hate, accusatory behavior in the HL fandom the last few months and it’s growing tiresome. I love seeing how we can all share our thoughts and bring new and developing ideas to the same characters, creating our own lore which expands beyond the canon.

Again, I look forward to hearing others chime off on their thoughts on the matter. I know a lot of people have opinions of Solomon so please let me know 🤣

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #hogwarts legacy fandom #solomon sallow #discussion #head canon

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dysperdis · 5 months

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There was an anti-SOGI convoy from Chilliwack to Vancouver yesterday by the local anti-LGBTQIA2S hate brigade, and normally I'd be pissed off for the next week, but I'm currently running on a cloud of pure Schadenfreude.

You see, one of the absolute geniuses involved decided to bring his big, expensive tractor as a pace vehicle (not legal on hwy 1)...

And then, instead of pulling over, dude decides to go all Tilldozer on the highway patrol in Surrey:

So, after driving to the next exit (2km past the spot in video one, at a max speed of 50km/h) and driving onto the OTHER highway, buddy decides to head back to the freeway, bouncing off of the cop cars the whole while...

...except, he hit the edge of the median while attempting to push his way in front of the cop car onto the freeway and basically fuckin' PITT'ed himself.

He lived, word is he broke his back, but frankly that's getting away light if you watch the full footage of the roll-over

Meanwhile, the local groups/servers I'm in are like:

(here's the cop car he was bouncing off of by the way- one of the videos floating around from other drivers specifically mentioned the door coming open after one of the hits)

Oh, and he fucking bragged about it on FB from a couple of cities earlier and named his farm. You know, the farm that's now down a $250k+ tractor because of his stunt.

And the absolute cherry on top?

These are the same people who just started collecting signatures to recall the BC Education Minister in order to intimidate the province into removing queer-inclusive books from the library. They need to collect signatures from 40% of the riding she was elected in to succeed.

So, guess what city they need to collect those signatures in?

Anyways, nvr4get the Great Surrey Tractor Chase of '23 😉

#queer #sogi123 #canpoli #video #autoplay #accident photo #the great surrey tractor chase of '23 #lgbtqia #schadenfreude

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didishawn · 1 year

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Open blinds (Pedri × Spanish streamer! reader)

Warnings: kind of suggestive, fluff, lots of Spanish, mentions of Spanish streamers

Masterlist

You will have to convince Pedri to stop being so cute while sleeping so you can get mad at him.

You love being with him in Barcelona, waking up next to him and all, but he really needs to start closing the blinds before going to bed, because you are not sure you will keep on living if you have to wake at 5 am every morning as the sun hits you on the face.

Pedri has his arms slung over your waist as he is in a deep slumber, and you can't help but stare at his relaxed expression. He is so lucky he is free today, while you will spend all day running around because of La Velada del Año 2, luckily, you still have a few hours before having to meet everyone for breakfast, then preparing, then presenting the event alongside Cristinini, all rewarded by the afterparty.

You cursed the moment you accepted Ibai's proposal to present the event. It wasn't like you needed the hype, 250k viewers minimum per stream was what every streamer dreamed about, and you could have comfortably watched the event from Pedri's coach, or even your own if he had the energy to go to Madrid.

You started squirming under Pedri's grip, trying to turn away from the sun as he stirs awake.

"¿Qué haces?" he groans, eyes fluttering open as he pulls you closer to him. (what are you doing?)

"Dejaste las cortinas abiertas otra vez, Pedri" (you left the blinds open again, Pedri)

"Mmmm, lo siento amor, pero es muy temprano para tener esta discusión" he says while cuddling closer to you, an strategy to get into your heart (sorry love, but it's still too early for this discussion)

"Igual dudo me pueda volver a dormir" (still I doubt I can go back to sleep)

His brown eyes finally stay open as he looks down at you, he gives you a suggestive smile "Yo sé de algo que te cansará" (I know of something that will tire you out)

You gasp mockingly "Pedro González López, ¿te me estás insinuando tan temprano?" (are you trying to seduce me so early)

He pulls off a innocent look "No me atrevería, " he smirks "pero tampoco lo niego" (I wouldn't dare, but I don't deny it)

He spins you both, you lying against the bed as he stares down at you. He leans down, places a kiss on your forehead, cheek, lips and neck, then scoots lower, and buries his head in between your legs, you for surely have a long morning ahead of you. You try your best to fake innocence when all your friends give you weird looks at your late arrival, flushed cheeks and messy hair.

He for sure will tease you when that faraway look still hasn't gone away by the time you are on live.

You guess you will have to do the very same to him so you are at the same level.

#Pedri #pedri imagine #pedri headcanon #pedri x reader #Pedri×reader #spanish nt #barca #fc barca #fc barcelona #football #football player #football imagine #spain nt

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for saying that my boyfriend would deserve it if he died in the Titan submersible implosion?

I figure it's far enough out from the argument itself now that I can post this. I (27M) and my boyfriend (29M) come from very different backgrounds.

He grew up in a wealthy family. His family isn't, like, billionaire rich--his father is a semi-prestigious actor--but they can, for example, eat at michelin star restaurants on a regular basis, pay for all their kid's ivy league educations, drop thousands of dollars on an impromptu trip to Europe for no reason, and so on and so forth. Which, like, good for them! Genuinely, I'm glad my partner and his family did not struggle with money growing up.

I, on the other hand, grew up in poverty. I didn't have any formal schooling until I got my GED and enrolled in college. I grew up food insecure, living in a very poor area, and frequently had periods of time where my family could not afford to pay our bills. I was extremely lucky to be able to go to college, and I only managed to pay for it due to spending basically all of my free time either working or applying for every niche scholarship I could find. Even now, several years into my career, I pretty much live off of rice and lentils so I can pay rent.

All this to say: Neither of us would consider ourselves pro-corporation or billionaire, but my boyfriend is sometimes more sympathetic to wealthier individuals due to his background. We do not currently live together, which is not because of the aforementioned, but is relevant.

A while back, my boyfriend's grandfather came to stay with his parents. His grandfather was, at the time, not feeling well--coughing, sneezing, the works. He pretty obviously had COVID. Nevertheless, my boyfriend took the 4 hour drive to spend time with him, and wouldn't you know it, he got sick. He stayed at his parents house until he got better. I decided not to make the drive to see my boyfriend, and stayed at my apartment. This is because I am immunocompromised and would prefer not to. Y'know. Die.

While my boyfriend was out, the whole debacle with the Titan submersible occurred, which I kept an eye on and made some memes about. A couple days after they found the wreckage, my boyfriend became coherent enough to have a phone conversation. While talking to him, I told him the story of what happened, the details about the submarine, the $250k ticket price, and so on.

He seemed indifferent until I brought up the 19 year old on board. He then seemed very upset, especially when he found out the kid didn't want to go in the first place. I tried to assure him that most of the memes were not about the kid, but he was having none of it. He seemed very sad, and said something along the lines of "I hope I don't go out like that."

I was confused. I didn't think his parents were so rich they would be able to afford that, but I figured it was just a hypothetical. My boyfriend has a big fear of death, and I often need to reassure him about things like this. "Well," I replied, "If you're worried about that, I can assure you that's an easy death to avoid. Just don't do dumb shit like that."

He then got VERY upset. "What do you mean??? Are you saying I'd deserve to die like that???"

Me: "I mean, that's not what I was saying? But you're not 19, you're almost 30, and you're not financially dependent on your parents. Also, your parents aren't nearly that rich, and even if they were, I know them, and they are not nearly that stupid. So, at that point, to get into that situation, you would need to personally drop $250k on a ticket, then weld yourself inside of an experimental deep sea submarine controlled via text message and an xbox controller. Like, there are several steps you personally could have Not taken to avoid being in this situation, including simply not deciding to be on an underwater death trap. So, yeah, that'd be on your head."

He then got even MORE upset, and started yelling about how insensitive I was being. After some back and forth, I got it out of him that he had been speaking metaphorically--that, from his perspective, I was saying that I thought he deserved to die of COVID, because he had made the choice to spend time with his grandfather despite knowing he had COVID.

I assured him that no, that was not what I was saying in the slightest, and he calmed down, but I was still upset. He had been yelling at me, after all, and it legitimately didn't occur to me that he was speaking metaphorically, while I was still on the very literal experimental submarine.

I asked one of my friends/his other partner (30M) about it after it happened, and he laughed and said that my boyfriend was being ridiculous. It's been several months at this point, it was a silly argument, I'm not going to bring it up again (because that would be weird) and I'm sure he's forgotten all about it. That said, if I'm being honest, I still feel kind of indignant that he immediately assumed I was secretly hoping he was going to die in a submarine. Am I being insane here?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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scmg11 · 1 year

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KATE BISHOP x READER

SHOWER

HELLO HELLO HELLO PEOPLE!

How are you?

First of all I wanted to thank you for 250k views on Wattpad... are you kidding me?! I don't even know if there are enough words to describe how thankful I am for all of you! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart ❤️.

Anyway, let's start, shall we?

Enjoy!

As always, let me know what you guys think, it's really important to me! ❤️.

Sending love ❤️.

Summary: Y/N and Kate are away on a mission and after their covers blow up, they go back to the place are staying, causing Kate to learn something interesting about their shower.

Warnings: do I need to say it? It's smut.

Word count: 7984 words.

"Ugh finally!" Kate grunted as she fell face first on the mattress and let her muscles relax after long hours of flight.

"It took longer than I expected." Y/N mimicked Kate’s gesture and laid beside her, but on her back, as she let her body rest for a few minutes.

"I’m exhausted."

"Me too, Kate. Me too." Y/N hummed in agreement as she instinctively placed her hand on the archer’s back and caressed gently there, hearing a hum of approval from the black haired girl. "But we have work to do!"

"Ugh, can’t I wait till tomorrow?" The blue eyed girl turned her head towards her best friend and teammate and summoned her best puppy dog eyes and jutted her bottom lip forward in the best pout Y/N had ever seen. "Please."

"Ugh Kate! You can’t do that. That face is irresistible!"

"I know, that’s why I’m doing it. I know you can’t resist it." Kate smirked mischievously when the Y/E/C girl covered her face to shield her eyes from that adorable sight and scooted closer to cuddle her.

"The whole world could never resist to that cute face. That’s unfair."

"Good for me then."

"But on a serious note, we can rest for-" Y/N trailed off to check the time one her watch by lifting the arm she had around Kate’s torso to cuddle her better, before placing it back down and resuming her gentle caresses. "-45 minutes. Then we need to on recon. I promise it won’t take longer. Then we can sleep."

"Okay, I’m putting an alarm of 40 minutes. Let’s take a nap."

"Shit, go!"

"Wait, my bow!"

"Where is it?"

"It should be on your left!" Kate crouched down as much as she could to shield herself from the thugs throwing at them things blindly and cursed under her breath when a chair almost hit them as she hastily searched and tried to locate her bow lingering on the ground somewhere around them, a task that seemed to be extremely difficult due to the room being pitch black thanks to Y/N, who switched the lights off with a gunshot as soon as their targets saw the two girls spying on them and made their covers to blew up. "There, on your left! I can see it, I think."

"Yeah, I grabbed it. Let’s go!" Luckily they had a clear exit and succeeded into speeding away from the building without anyone following them, but Y/N, to be completely sure, took a few alternative roads to lose their track.

"It was fun in some way, wasn’t it?!" Kate asked excitedly after Y/N opened their apartment door and let her in first.

"I guess? We got lucky they didn’t follow us though." Y/N left all the things in their small kitchen to grab a bottle of water, offering one to Kate too, who grabbed it with a grateful smile and murmured a gentle ‘thank you’.

"Damn this apartment is so small." Kate had finally the time to take it all in since they had too little time to do it a few hours prior due to exhaustion and chuckled under breath when she noticed it just consisted of a small kitchen and living room area and then one bedroom with a kingsize bed and an en-suite.

"I think it may be a big suite or something like that." Y/N pondered out loud as she lifted her butt from its laying position on the side of the counter and walked towards the bedroom. "I don’t know about you, but I’m in a desperate need of a shower."

"Yeah, me too. You can go first." Kate nodded as she slumped on the bed and hummed in appreciation when her muscles relaxed as soon as her back hit the mattress. She heard the Y/H/C girl open the bathroom door that was on the bed’s left and closed her eyes as she rested a bit before her shower. She heard the sound of the water bouncing off the silent room’s walls and run her hands over her face to prevent her dirty thoughts to start running fast with images of a naked Y/N in the shower and decided to take the small bedroom in, noticing a drawer on the right side of the room, a big TV right in front of the bed and a window that gave a good view of the city, still buzzing animatedly with people talking in the streets and cars speeding and honking loudly on the road. She was just about to start thinking about the fact that there was only one bedroom, so only one bed they had to obviously share, as her eyes took in what she was ready to call a second drawer but everything left her brain as her eyes widened comically and her mind short-circuited when she looked past the almost black glass and found a naked Y/N taking a shower, clearly not aware the archer could see her. "What the fuck? I’m not dreaming this am I?" Kate whispered under her breath, her ocean blue eyes never leaving Y/N’s naked figure in the shower.

"Ohw yes!" Y/N moaned in approval when the hot stream of water relaxed the tensed muscles around her shoulders and neck and stayed under it a few moments before finishing rinsing her hair.

"Fuck." Kate cursed under her breath as a familiar pressure made its presence known between her legs, increasing exponentially when the Y/H/C girl busy massaging her scalp with the shampoo and with her eyes closed turned slightly around, giving the perfect view of her boobs to the archer. "Oh." Kate hear herself whimper and bit on her bottom lip to prevent other sounds to leave her lips as she looked intently at the masterpiece that was Y/N’s naked body. "Shit, stop staring! It’s creepy, she doesn’t know you can see her there!" Kate murmured under her breath as her darkened irises skid up and down Y/N’s beautiful torso right on display for her eyes to admire, bummed she couldn’t see the girl’s lower half too, but the girl was turned to her side. "Holy shit!" Kate whispered under her breath when, almost like Y/N heard her thoughts, Y/N turned around to wash the shampoo off of her eyes and gave to the archer the perfect view of her ass. "Kate, stop. Look away, no-oh fuck." Kate almost fainted at that moment when Y/N turned herself around to stand again under the stream of water and gave Kate to the perfect view of her front, with her toned stomach, round, mouthwatering boobs with erected nipples and her center on display for Kate to see. Kate’s hungry eyes, widened even more when the Y/H/C girl opened her eyes when she shut off the water and met a pair of two blue, almost, black hues staring at her and screamed in shock, making Kate do the same in the process.

"Oh my god!" Y/N exclaimed as she turned her back towards the archer while Kate averted her gaze, blushing from head to toe for being caught ogling her teammate like a creep while she was unaware of it.

"Shit, sorry! I was going to tell you! I just noticed it." Kate blatantly lied as she tried to calm herself down. She heard Y/N walk out of the shower and then heard ruffling sounds coming from the bathroom. She turned around to take a tentative look at the shower and sighed dejectedly - and reprimanding herself for being so sad in that moment - when she noticed the Y/H/C girl wasn’t there anymore. She waited 10 minutes for the girl to come out of the bathroom, but she was still locked away in there, so with a loud a sigh the archer sat up and walked towards the closed door and knocked tentatively on it. "Y/N?" When the girl didn’t answer her, Kate sighed aloud again and leaned her forehead on the wooden surface, "I know you’re in there. Can you come out and- let me explain?" Kate grimaced at her own words and slammed her head on the door in reprimand, "please." She pushed some more after another minute of silence, but when she didn’t receive a response from the clearly embarrassed girl, she sighed again dejected and lifted herself up from the door. Right as she was turning around to go sit back on the bed, the door unlocked and Y/N, clad in a bathrobe and her hair almost dried out, came into vision. "Hey."

Y/N immediately broke their intense staring contest and felt a small blush appear on her cheeks at the tentative tone the archer used, "hi."

"Listen, I didn’t know that was the shower’s glass, I thought it was another drawer or something! I was minding my own business, taking the room in when I noticed that detail. I swear I didn’t see a-"

"Kate, I saw you. You were staring."

"Okay, I may have looked but just because I was too shocked to move! I mean who the fuck designs a bathroom that overlooks on the room?! An unqualified person, let me tell you that! Okay it may be stylish but can you think about the consequences of two friends finding themselves in our exact situation? They didn’t think about it! I am so mad, I’m gonna write a review-"

Meanwhile Y/N stared at the rambling, embarrassed girl with a loving smile on her lips as she talked and moved her hands around wildly in the process. She wasn’t mad Kate stared at her in the shower, she totally understood the archer. She would have done the exact same thing. She got embarrassed because of course! Who wouldn’t after finding your friend, teammate and crush staring hungrily at you while you were taking a shower completely unaware of everything? After giving herself a hundreds pep talks to go face the archer without becoming a blushing mess in her presence, she also reprimanded herself when a shiver of arousal run down her spine at the high of having the blue eyed girl looking at her while showering. The Y/H/C girl made up her mind right then and there and shut the archer’s cute rambling with a searing kiss. Her forceful movement caused Kate to stumble a bit on her spot but she quickly regained her balance as her hands instinctively went on the Y/E/C girl’s waist and she reciprocated the kiss. Y/N sighed out happily into Kate’s mouth while her hands clasped the girl’s jaw and neck, desperate to have the girl as closer as she could. "I-hm-"

"Wow." Kate opened her eyes and blinked repeatedly as she tried to wrap her mind around what just happened, "shit, if me rambling makes you do that, I need to ramble a lot more."

"You already do it Kate." Y/N countered back with a small giggle and a gentle shook of her head.

Kate stared at Y/N with a loving look into her blue eyes as a dumb smile stretched over her features at the cute sound, "it’s true. But you never kissed me to shut me up."

"Well you didn’t stare at me while showering before. I needed some courage first."

Kate sighed out loud at the girl’s words and shook her head harshly, "I’m so so sorry for that. I- I don’t know what came over me! I swear I didn’t want to look like a creep and I was going to tell you about it I promise. Okay I may looked a little but it wasn’t-" Y/N shut Kate up once again with a kiss, slipping her tongue forcefully into her open mouth and feeling the girl visibly relax as their tongues slid over each other hungrily. "Sorry, I was rambling again."

"It’s cute." Y/N admitted as she pecked Kate’s lips again, "okay, now I’m talking." Kate nodded and gestured to zip up her lips in an adorable manner, that warmed Y/N’s chest and made her heart skip a beat, "stop being so cute. I need to focus." Y/N slapped Kate’s shoulder gently and watched the girl chuckle in amusement but nod dutifully, "okay, first thing first. I’m not mad."

"You’re not?"

"No! I was embarrassed at first because who wouldn’t? But- I’m actually glad everything happened, because my crush for you was starting to become almost unbearable and I didn’t know how ask you out on a date without ruining our friendship. But shit, you don’t know how grateful I am for you staring at me while showering. I wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise."

"Wait, hold on- let’s just go back a bit- you like me?" Y/N nodded her head gingerly with a small smile on her lips at the cute way Kate needed to realize completely her admission, "as in like like me?"

"Yes."

"Oh shit- c’mere." Kate sighed out loud and connected their lips into a slow, languid kiss, to give them the opportunity to savor the moment without having their hormones hazing their minds. "I’ve liked you since we met, but I was too afraid to overstep boundaries to ask you out!"

Y/N didn’t answer with words, she merely shook her head at their stupid selves and pushed the archer into another kiss, that became heated almost immediately as both finally let go of their pent up feelings. Y/N’s hands slipped up and into Kate’s black tresses after freeing them from the ponytail the girl always sported when she was in her superhero costume, while Kate’s ones stayed glued on the girl’s hips. With a grunt, the archer pushed Y/N back till her back hit the door left frame while her tongue took its time to lick every nook and cranny of the agent’s mouth, pushing the girl’s torso more towards her own with the help of her hands flattened behind her back when Y/N whined into the kiss and arched her spine in pleasure. "Oh my god!"

"Oh shit! Sorry sorry!" Kate hastily tried to tie the bathrobe’s knot again when she inadvertently untied it and made the robe open and expose Y/N’s naked body underneath.

"Kate- Kate!" Y/N called the archer’s name in a firm tone when she fumbled with trembling hands with the robe’s tie and pulled on her scalp gently to stare her down, "you don’t have to worry. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before." Y/N stated seductively as she grabbed Kate’s hands and laid them on her now naked waist as the robe opened completely and exposed her naked form to the black haired girl.

"Holy fuck." Kate’s eyes strayed away from Y/N’s magnetic irises to take in her body on display for her eyes only, feeling white shocks of pure lust running down her spine and flowing right between her legs while she licked her lips hungrily. "You are gorgeous."

"So are you. But I still have to know how you look naked." Y/N stated matter-of-factly and chuckled amused when Kate pulled away to start undressing herself and stopped her when she was in the middle of unbuttoning her pants after discarding her costume’s upper part. "I actually have an idea."

"I am all ears."

Y/N took her time to appreciate the wonderful view that was Kate’s half naked torso clad in only a black bra as her defined abs contracted under her scrutinizing eyes, "you are going to take a shower, while I watch you from here."

"What?"

"I’m going to lay on the bed and enjoy the show just like you did."

"Oh." Kate murmured under her breath with a small wail as a new, fresh wave of arousal spurted out of her center and ruined her panties even more.

"Do you want me to undress you or are you going to do it?" Y/N asked in a sultry tone on Kate’s parted lips, the vibrations of her raspy voice traveling from her mouth right between the archer’s legs and making her loose her balance for a moment, but a strong hand circling her waist prevented her to stumble back embarrassingly, "easy there. Did my question turned you on?"

"Y/N/N- I- ugh!" Kate grunted in yearning before clashing their mouths harshly together while her arms hugged the girl’s naked torso and hugged her closer.

Y/N let the amazing sensation of kissing the archer invade her senses for a few moments before, with a very strong willpower she didn’t know she had, she pushed on the archer’s chest and made their mouths pull away from the other, "hm- as much as wonderful this is, it’s time for some fun."

"Hm, you just want to see me naked."

"Can you really blame me?"

"Well, no actually." Kate hummed in thought, her hands still glued to the Y/H/C girl’s hips caressed the skin gently as her eyes moved from staring with a mix of affection and lust into Y/N’s darkened irises, that were showing just the exact same emotions as Kate’s ones, to skidding up and down the girl’s breathtaking body while biting on her bottom lip. "I workout that much for a reason."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I’m always trying to show off to you when we train together."

"Ugh, your amazing abs are really distracting in training." Y/N whined on her bottom lip as her teeth sank into it in want as she remembered all the times she had to pull herself out of her Kate induced gaze during the Avengers daily workout while staring hungrily at the archer training in only sport bras and yoga pants, "now go."

"Aren’t you gonna undress me?"

"I actually just thought that I want to see your body fully for the first time to be a surprise."

"As you wish, my princess." Kate bowed down comically before laying a soft, loud peck on the girl’s lips, then walking towards the bathroom. She turned around slowly and laid on the doorframe so she could brush her lips on Y/N’s left ear to murmur seductively, "now go lay on the bed, because as soon as I am done with my shower, we won’t leave it for a very long time." Kate finished her statement with a soft lick of Y/N’s ear shell right before wrapping her lips around her lobe and biting on it right after.

"Oh Kate." As soon as the girl emitted that whiny moan, the archer reluctantly pulled away and chuckled under her breath as she walked further into the room. The Y/E/C girl let out a grounding breath, willing her core to slow its throbbing down, before walking towards the bed. On her way there she watched a still fully clothed Kate open the shower to start warming the water up and seductively winked at her as she removed completely the robe and laid it gently on the chair in front of the bed. "Focus Bishop." She teased with a proud smirk when she noticed the black haired girl frozen in her spot as she stared at her naked body hungrily.

"I am. Just focusing on your hot body."

"Hm, well I want to see yours too. So hurry up."

"As you wish." Kate nodded with a mischievous smirk before walking behind the wall, out of Y/N’s sight, to remove her clothes. In the meantime Y/N laid back on the bed and got comfortable, adjusting the pillows so she could have a clear view of the archer without risking her neck to strain from the angle and waited patiently for the blue eyed girl to show herself naked.

"I’m waiting!" Y/N teased in a sing-song voice, a mischievous smirk making its way onto Y/N’s lips as she eyed the shower stream while water drops hit the black, see-through glass of the shower, "you’re such a teas-oh."

Y/N’s words died in her throat as a strangled moan stumble out of it when the archer came back in sight stark naked and sporting a smug, seductive grin on her inviting lips, "close your mouth Y/N/N, or you’ll catch flies."

"Holy shit, Kate. You’re so fucking hot."

"So are you, babe."

Y/N stared at Kate’s front hungrily while nibbling on her bottom lip, "shit, you’re hot, beautiful, gorgeous."

Kate flushed hard at Y/N’s words and broke their staring contest just a moment to look down on the floor while her stomach flipped over itself. "Ready for the show?" The blue eyed girl watched as Y/N kept biting down on her lips as her eyes raked up and down her body as soon as she lifted her eyes back on the agent. "Y/N?"

Kate’s snarky tone pulled the Y/H/C girl out of her Kate Bishop induced trance, making her shook her head furiously before meeting a pair of amused, deep blue eyes, "hm?"

"I said, are you ready for the show?" When Y/N nodded furiously with eager eyes while her tongue slid out to lick the girl’s sudden dry lips, Kate chuckled softly under her breath and lifted her right eyebrow up seductively, "use your words babe."

"Yes, baby."

"Well then." Kate smirked mischievously and slipped under the water jet, shivering visibly and whining contentedly at the amazing sensation of having the hot water relax her contracted muscles.

"Oh fuck." Y/N exclaimed with her mouth hanging open, following a few water drops’ path down the girl’s inviting neck right between her supple breasts, causing her mouth to dry up instantly and made her lick her lips hungrily.

"I can feel you staring." Kate spoke up after a long minute of silence between them, the only sounds echoing around the bedroom’s walls were the sound of the water jet and their heavy breathing mingling together almost in synch, without even noticing. "Are you enjoying the show?"

"Mh, a lot." Y/N hummed, her hands laid on her bare stomach tingling with the need to caress her hot skin as her eyes took in the wonderful view that was Kate starting to lathering herself.

"Where do I start?"

Y/N was taken aback from the question and it made her meet the archer’s gaze in confusion, "what? You want me to guide you?"

"Yeah."

Y/N let out a strangled moan as she watched the girl’s serious expression on her features as she waited for instructions, "start from your neck." Kate diligently obeyed and moved the lathered cloth up and down her neck, a few shivers traveling down her spine at the feeling of having Y/N’s eyes glued on herself. "Now slid down your amazing boobs and clean them thoroughly for me."

"Oh!" Kate whined softly at the request and moved the cloth down slowly, creating goosebumps on the way to her boobs and causing her nipples to stand up in anticipation.

"Start with your left boob." Kate obliged with a small nod, making Y/N feel empowered as she watched the archer comply to her words. "Hm, that’s it babe."

"Y/N/N! Oh!"

"Shit, are you imagining it’s me touching you?" Y/N growled out, her tone an octave lower as her center started pulsating violently at the sensuality of their activities. "Do you wish it was my hand fondling your wonderful tits instead?"

"Oh yes!" Kate arched her head back and moaned loudly when the mix of Y/N words traveling straight between her legs and a particular flick of the cloth on her nipple, shot white shocks of pure pleasure in her aroused core.

"Don’t forget to pay some attention to your other boob too." Y/N instructed and instinctively moved her right hand and moved it up until she grasped her right breast and started massaging it, all the while her eyes never left the archer’s form, before adding her left one on her other breast.

"Hm, Y/N/N."

"Oh Kate!" A soft whine left Y/N’s lips involuntarily, causing the archer to move her head forward and open her eyes quickly to look at the agent on the bed, only to wail pitifully when her, now slightly darker, ocean blue eyes settled on Y/N laying on the mattress and fondling her own breast while watching her wash herself sensually.

"Fuck." Kate licked her lips hungrily when Y/N started teasing her hardened nipples while bucking her hips up to search some needed friction. "You’re so fucking hot like this babe."

"Oh Kate!" Y/N moaned again when the black haired girl’s gaze elicited white shocks that traveled right between her legs and increased her arousal copiously, "keep soaping yourself. Now-" Y/N stopped mid-sentence to moan again softly as she relentlessly kneaded her boobs, " get those mouthwatering abs all soapy for me."

"As you wish, my beautiful Y/N/N." Kate moved the cloth down her stomach and contracted her abdomen purposefully in the process, smirking widely when she heard Y/N whine out loud. "Like what you see?"

"A lot."

"I am quite enjoying my view, if I say so myself." Kate eyed hungrily Y/N’s naked body on the bed, her ocean blue irises focusing mostly on the Y/H/C girl’s hands still massaging relentlessly her round breasts.

"I noticed, it’s what took us where we are, isn’t it?"

"Yes." Kate hummed out in a hoarse tone, her hand traveling further down without noticing, teasing just her lower stomach right above her waistline, feeling her core clench needily for some attention. "And I’m so happy it happened."

"I thought you were sorry, if I remember correctly." Y/N teased with a wide smirk, arching her right eyebrow up in question and chuckling under her breath when she saw the smallest blush dust over the archer’s cheeks.

"Well, I was! For y’know staring at you without your consent. But as soon as you reassured me it was okay, I’m not sorry for ogling that beautiful, breathtaking body you have babe."

"Mh, I like when you call me babe."

"Well babe, don’t you think my abs are clean enough now?"

Y/N watched as Kate stood still in the shower, letting her stare at her abs covered in soap foam a few seconds, before moving under the water stream and wash everything away. Y/N’s mouth watered when Kate contracted her abs some more and noticed they were now even more defined as they glimmered with droplets of water under the light of the bathroom, "hm, yes. They’re clean enough." Y/N bit on her bottom lip as her eyes, with a mind of their own, skidded further down and stared directly at Kate’s exposed core, "hm-oh!"

Kate’s mouth hung open in a silent moan while her eyes took in Y/N, staring hungrily at her center and bucking her hips up in need as her hands pinched hard on her erected nipples, "oh fuck babe, are you wet for me?"

"So, so wet for you Kate." Y/N answered in a hummed tone, right after letting out a long, breathy, low moan at the question. "Are you wet for me too?"

"Since my eyes laid on you here."

"Then keep giving me this amazing show. Keep on with your shower." Y/N requested in a raspy voice, pleading Kate with her eyes, making the archer nod eagerly, "wash those mouthwatering, long legs. Slowly. Take your time."

"Babe-" Kate started countering back, but was stopped by a breathy moan coming from Y/N, who pinched her nipples once again, "can I speed all this sweet torture up? I want to worship you myself."

"Patience, my sweet baby. Just finish your shower and you can have me all night long."

Kate shivered at the promise behind Y/N’s words and got into action, a wicked idea passing through her mind as soon as she noticed a small bench on her left side and acted on it immediately. She smirked mischievously at the agent and tried to get her attention since her eyes were now staring at her chest while she kneaded her own eagerly, "babe." As soon as their eyes met, their bodies bursted into flames of pure, raw arousal, but Kate kept quiet, she decided to not say anything, and just laid quietly her left foot on the bench and bent her leg a bit, giving Y/N a better sight of her drenched cunt, a wide smirk unfolding on her lips at the shocked expression flirting in Y/N’s face at her action.

"Holy shit." Y/N stared mesmerized at the black haired beauty’s glistening core before focusing on the slow, teasing movements of the archer’s hands washing her calf. A whine left her lips when Kate purposefully grazed her cunt with the cloth before descending back down her knee. Without noticing, as Kate moved on washing her other leg, positioning the bench on the other side to allow Y/N to keep enjoying the view, Y/N’s right hand left her breast and skidded down, before sliding between her legs to tease her own wet folds. "Oh fUCK!"

At the loud moan coming from the Y/H/C girl’s mouth, Kate lifted her gaze from her legs to Y/N’s form, almost loosing her balance in the process as soon as her eyes settled on the girl’s hand on her center moving in slow but steady circles. "Oh shit! Y/N, you’re playing dirty here."

"I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Y-you’re- fuck- just so hot."

"So are you babe. So fucking hot." Kate’s hand not holding the soapy cloth gripped her thigh hard and her teeth sank on her bottom lip while her eyes stayed focused on Y/N’s hands teasing her cunt.

"You can touch yourself babe." Y/N let out in a breathy whine, a moan ripping out of her mouth when she turned her head back around towards the archer, after she moved it to the side at the intense pleasure invading her body when she finally gave her center the attention it craved, and was met with black irises staring at her hungrily, the girl still with her leg perched on the bench, but with her hand much closer to her center. "Forget about the shower. Touch yourself for me, with me."

"Shit- oh yes! Oh Y/N/N. This feels so good." Kate immediately slip her hand between her open legs and teased her clit slowly as her body buzzed in pleasure for finally paying her core some needed attention.

"Yeah. S-so fucking g-good!" Y/N canted her hips up to desperately try to increase her own pleasure, but she tried to stretch it some more with a few teasing circles on her clit while her eyes settled on the archer already teasing her folds. "Not so fast, babe."

Y/N’s firm tone stopped the archer in her tracks, making her meet the Y/H/C girl’s eyes confusedly, "what?"

"You were ready to slip your fingers in." Y/N spoke matter-of-factly, tutting the black haired girl with a cheeky grin on her lips and a small shake of her head.

"Yeah." Kate breathed out as goosebumps appeared on her skin at the predatory look Y/N was regarding her with, "like I said before, I am so wet for you babe."

"I know. But I want you to slow down and truly enjoy it."

"But, I-"

"No buts. Do like I say, please?" Y/N jutted her bottom lip out as she mustered her best puppy dog eyes, an innocent, stark contrast from the still moving hand between her legs. Kate opened her mouth to protest, but closed it right after and nodded diligently, "good girl." Kate lost her balance for just a second when her legs gave out at those two words leaving Y/N’s mouth as a small whimper left her lips. Y/N opened her mouth in a whispered moan at the reaction she just pulled from Kate and took a mental note to discuss it with her later, "now, what I want you to do is touch your boob while teasing your clit. Slowly. Or I’m stopping you."

Kate couldn’t control the loud wail that left her lips at the command, but obliged without saying anything else. Her right hand resumed its previous position between her legs, while the other grasped her left boob and started kneading it rhythmically with her fingers on her clit. "Oh."

"Fuck Kate. You are the best view I’ve ever seen." Y/N’s circles became a bit unsteady and really quick, her own arousal building as she mimicked the archer’s actions, her pleasure increasing copiously at the passion flowing between them. After spending about two minutes, torturing them both with a slow, what felt like endless, teasing, Y/N spoke up again, "pinch that mouthwatering nipple." Kate did as she was told before moaning out loud, "hm, those breasts are calling me to pay attention to them."

"You can come here. So I can fuck you properly."

"Mh, not so fast my eager archer." Y/N tutted again as she smirked proudly for edging Kate as much as she could to increase her incoming orgasm, "you can tease your pussy now. Do not enter your fingers."

Kate grunted out in satisfaction and gratitude and repeated her previous movements on her slits, feeling a great amount of wetness coating her fingers, "can I? Please I’m so wet."

"Do what? I want you to say it babe."

"Can I slip in? Please."

"Fuck- shit, okay. Together." Kate opened her eyes after closing them for a second when a particular hard swipe on her clit, elicited goosebumps all over her body, "wait, let me-" Kate watched Y/N shuffle on the bed, grabbing a pillow and positioning it right in front of her before laying herself perpendicularly on the mattress and giving her the perfect, unobstructed view of her dripping cunt. "So you can see me fuck myself better."

"Fuck-" Kate gritted her teeth hard as she closed her eyes harshly, "you don’t even know how hard I’m fighting against the impending need to run out of the shower and jump on that bed to fuck you senselessly."

Kate watched as a fresh wave of arousal left the girl’s slits at her admission and inadvertently slipped just the tip of her middle finger into her folds. "Fuck-" Y/N shuddered visibly and nodded furiously, "you can definitely do that. But later." Y/N stressed the word out and lifted her eyebrow up in challenge, "is that what I think it is?"

"What?"

"I see you started without me." Kate furrowed her eyebrows confusedly but then followed the girl’s gaze and it instantly clicked. "Oh." Kate shyly slipped the tip of her finger out and whined in protest at the missing stimulation, "sorry, it kinda slipped unintentionally."

"Mhmh." Y/N hummed with a cheeky grin, not completely believing the girl’s words, but not minding it since Kate desperately trying to touch herself was a wonderful sight.

"You exposing and putting on display your deliciously dripping pussy, made me move without even knowing it." Kate admitted in a low, raspy tone that traveled right between Y/N’s legs, making her squirm as arousal pumped faster into her veins and settled right between her legs, "it was like my finger had a brain of its own. And the fact that I am dripping wet too does not help."

"Kate, fuck." Y/N’s middle and ring finger draw small, idle circles around her entrance, almost mimicking the archer’s previous movements and slipping the tip of her two fingers into herself, but fought against every single cell in her body to increase their pleasures as she prolonged their teasing a few more moments.

"I can see how wet you are." Y/N almost came at the raspy tone Kate used and bit on her bottom lip needily as all her idea of more teasing flew out of the window.

"Kate- inside. Now. Slowly. Let’s do it together."

Kate moaned out loud but moved her fingers gently, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s ones as she eased two fingers in just like the Y/H/C girl was doing, both releasing, long, hoarse moans as they finally entered themselves. "Fuck, you are so hot."

"So are you my beautiful baby." Y/N whimpered out as she forced herself to pump her fingers slowly and steadily, mimicking Kate’s tempo, "you look so fucking hot as you fuck yourself."

"Shit-fuck! Can we go faster? I need it faster."

"Just bit. Then I want you to play with your mouthwatering chest." They both sped up their tempo just a notch, shivering wildly in the process as a familiar coiling feeling made it’s presence known into their stomaches, "hm yeah, that’s it." Y/N hummed out in pleasure as she watched Kate skid her free hand up and started massaging her left boob matching her other’s hand rhythm, causing Y/N to clench on her fingers in pleasure.

"Play with you clit, Y/N/N. I can hear it beg for some attention."

"I am the one giving orders. Not the way around Bishop." Y/N countered back seductively, but cursed under her breath when her body writhed and her clit pulsated in protest, wanting to fulfill the archer’s command.

"I know and I’m obeying. I want to do the same thing with you. See how good of a girl you are."

Those words. Those fucking words made Y/N almost tip over the edge as an hard shiver wrecked her body and made her release the most pitiful whine she ever emitted, so without countering back, she moved her hand frozen on her chest down her stomach and settled on her own clit, moving it in fast circles. "Oh Kate!"

"Yes! Y/N/N!"

"Faster baby, please." Y/N whined after a couple of minutes of them just looking into each other’s eyes and ogling at the other’s body as profanities left their lips here and there.

"I’m so close, Y/N/N. I want to come so bad."

"Me too baby, me too."

"Fuck I can’t wait to lick you clean." Kate admitted as she involuntarily licked her lips predatorily while her fingers pumped into her core faster and faster to tip herself over the edge. At that Y/N came with a loud wail of raw pleasure, Kate’s sultry statement echoing into her mind while Kate’s name left her lips repeatedly and juices spurted out of her core and that sight alone made Kate tip over the edge, making her loose balance for a second and caused her to lay the hand she had on her chest on the shower’s glass for stability.

Y/N slipped her fingers out of her core and laid them, glowing with her fresh release, on her thigh, eyes still closed as she recovered from her powerful orgasm. "Babe, fuck- that was one of the most powe- OH FUCK!"

In her post-coital haze, Y/N didn’t hear the archer turn off the shower and with her eyes closed she didn’t see her come out of the shower and literally sprint into the bedroom, before kneeling down in front of Y/N and, without notice, drag her tongue from the bottom of the girl’s slits up to her clit a few times to lap up all the girl’s release, "hm, delicious." Kate licked her lips hungrily before meeting Y/N’s eyes as she grabbed her hand and slipped the fingers that were buried into herself not too long ago into her mouth, watching as Y/N opened her mouth in a silent moan while her eyes darkened instantly.

"Holy shit." Y/N exclaimed, her hand immediately burying into the archer’s wet black tresses and gripped her scalp hard as the girl sucked on her digits. "I didn’t hear you come into the bedroom."

"I actually came into the shower, but y’know-" Kate cracked a joke after she thoroughly licked Y/N’s fingers, letting them go with a loud, dashing pop, before laying her cheek on the girl’s thigh and meeting Y/N’s eyes with a satisfied smile at her own joke.

"Such a dork." Y/N shook her head with a small chuckle while caressing the girl’s scalp gently.

"How do you feel?"

"Amazing."

Y/N’s short answer paired with a dope smile adorning her lips filled Kate’s chest with warmth, love and affection, "I’m honored for making you feel this good without even touching you."

"That’s the Kate Bishop effect I guess."

"And it’s about to become even more amazing in a second." Kate whispered sultrily on the girl’s thigh before laying a soft peck there, watching as goosebumps formed on its wake, and smirked inwardly when she watched Y/N open her mouth to probably ask what she meant with her enigmatic statement, only for her words to die in her throat as a moan got ripped out of her mouth and for her eyes to roll to the back of her head when Kate repeated the motion she did a few moments prior, licking Y/N’s slits teasingly, before engulfing her clit into her mouth and sucking on it hungrily.

"Oh FUCK!" Y/N’s hips canted up needily as they tried to chase down some friction, but a strong hand pushed it down on the mattress and prevented her from moving, "shit, Kate please- I am- YES FUCK!"

Kate felt pride invade every cell of her body at the unfiltered moans coming out of Y/N when she slipped her tongue in, immediately curling it to increase the Y/H/C girl’s pleasure and simultaneously pinched her clit gently, already setting an unrelenting pace to push Y/N over the edge as soon as possible so she could taste Y/N’s wonderful release all over again. "Oh. Kate. Oh."

The archer moved the hand tapping on Y/N’s clit to spread the girl’s thighs some more, before resuming its previous place and speeding up her ministrations when she felt the girl’s walls clench down on her tongue while her hips she was still pushing down on the mattress writhe uncontrollably under her palm. "Are you close?" Kate slipped her tongue out just a moment to murmur those words on the girl’s core, purposefully speaking in an octave lower voice, making vibrations travel from Y/N’s center and spreading throughout her entire body, and smirked proudly when she felt the girl shiver visibly as a loud wail left her lips.

"Yes, baby. So so so close."

"Then come for me." And then Kate slammed her tongue back in, speeding her movements as much as she could while rolling her clit fast with her thumb, moaning in delight when a few seconds later her mouth got flooded with Y/N’s release. She slowed her tongue’s movements to help the girl ride out her orgasm wave as much as she could and slipped it out only when she felt the Y/E/C girl’s body slump back on the bed, licking her clean with small, attentive and thorough licks. She peppered kisses from her left thigh, to her left hip, up her contracted stomach, before paying the tiniest attention to both of their girl’s breasts. She started kissing slightly all around the girl’s left nipple, sucking harder on the flesh right beside it to leave a visible mark, before wrapping her lips around the erected nipple and suckling on it hungrily a few moments, then moving to the other breast to repeat the same thing. When she was satisfied she payed enough attention to Y/N’s boobs, admiring the two hickeys she left respectively on both of the Y/H/C girl’s breasts, she continued her journey up the girl’s chest, brushing her tongue on her clavicles, biting softly on her pulse point before finally wrapping her lips around Y/N’s awaiting ones in a languid, dazzling kiss. "Hi."

Y/N chuckled loudly at the dorky words leaving Kate’s mouth and pecked her lips again, "only you can go from sex goddess mode to your dorky side in an instant."

"You love it. You love both of these sides." Kate countered back with a small smile, her eyes sparkling brightly with affection and happiness.

"Yes. Just as much as I love that wonderful tongue." Y/N whispered sultrily on Kate’s lips, before slipping her wet muscle into her slightly parted mouth and kissed her hungrily, "even if I’m dripping wet all over again from your ministrations on my boobs, it’s my turn to make you scream my name."

Kate had only the time to moan out at the statement, before feeling herself move quickly when the Y/E/C girl’s switched their positions and made Kate lay on the mattress as she straddled her thighs, "shit, I can feel your wet pussy."

"You can take care of it and fuck me later. It’s my turn now to worship you." Y/N kissed Kate hard on the lips before starting her journey down the archer’s body, beginning with soft nips under her well-defined jaw, then moved on her neck, where she left a few love bites on her pulse point and at the base of her neck, before moving to her chest and immediately slipping a pebbled, erected nipple into her mouth to suck on it harshly, smirking on her chest when she felt Kate buck up her hips needily while moaning uncontrollably. She spent an entire minute on the girl’s left boob, before moving to the other and repeating the exact same thing.

"Babe, please."

"Please what, my beautiful archer?"

Kate whined in need as Y/N left her chest and started dotting her abdomen with soft kisses, leaving a few hickeys here and there while teasing her right inner thigh with her right hand. "Please fuck me, I need you to- SHIT YES!"

Without warning Y/N slipped a digit into Kate’s wet folds, shuddering wildly when she noticed how easily her finger entered Kate and added a second one right after when the girl’s hips bucked up desperately for some friction. "Hm, so good." Y/N’s mouth was back on the girl’s chest, quickly becoming her favorite addiction, as her fingers pumped fast into the archer’s core, wanting to tease her a bit more but in the end deciding against it as her need to make her come overwhelmed her.

"Oh, yes! Y/N/N! Harder baby, make me fucking- SCREAM!"

"Yeah, tell everyone who is making you feel this good." Y/N moved back up and met Kate’s eyes, murmuring her words on the archer’s open lips before slipping her tongue in to kiss her fervently, stopping a few seconds later when Kate moaned out loud when Y/N added her thumb into the equation and started pumping her fingers harder and faster, slipping in deeper and deeper after some particular harsh thrusts.

"Y/N/N! I’m so close."

"Shit, you are so hot babe." Y/N murmured in awe as her eyes took in Kate’s breathtaking features, getting even more beautiful as they contorted in pleasure, a pleasure she was the reason of.

"Baby, OH YES FUCK!" Kate came a few moments later with an high-pitched moan as juices spurted out of her core and onto Y/N’s hand, Y/N slowing gradually its movements while showering Kate’s face with sweet and soft kisses. "Shit, I never came that hard."

"Hm- it’s flattering." They shared a languid kiss after chuckling at Y/N’s reply, before Y/N slipped her fingers out and leaned back a bit to make Kate clearly see her slide her fingers drenched with the archer’s juices from her orgasm into her mouth and lick them clean. "Delicious."

Kate growled under her breath and grasped her neck hard to slam their mouths together in an hungry kiss, shuddering visibly when she tasted herself on Y/N’s tongue and making Y/N whine softly when she also tasted her own release still lingering a bit on Kate’s tongue, both girls’ bodies wracked by hard shivers at the realization of their tastes mixing together into their mouths. "Who would’ve thought, a shower made us confess our feelings and have sex."

Y/N chuckled at Kate’s words and nodded at the absurdity of everything that happened in the span of a few hours between them, "and that’s why we’re now hopping into that shower again. I want to hear you scream under the stream of water as I eat you out."

"Only if I can slam your front onto that shower glass and hear your amazing tits slid on it as I fuck you bent over for me." Kate countered back sultrily, grasping Y/N’s ass hard before slipping her hand down and teasing the girl’s slits, making her release a needy moan.

"Deal."

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Running from the Flames {20}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC

Warnings: 18+ only, smut - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality.

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“Just in here,” I said as I pointed Pierre to the driveway that led to mum and dad’s estate and turned the music down. “Thank god, I don’t think I could have listened to any more Disney songs. You do know you can say no to her, right?”

Pierre smirked into the rearview mirror as he looked at Addie nodding along to How Far I’ll Go from Moana. “I know, but why would I?”

“She has you so wrapped around her little finger.”

He parked my car in front of the house and before he even turned off the engine my mum was rushing out with a big grin on her face. “My babies,” she gasped as she threw the back door open and saw Addie reaching out for her. “Look how you have grown, chiquita. I missed you so much.”

We spent the afternoon enjoying the warm weather in the pool and it was nice to have a moment alone with Pierre while Addie splashed with mum and dad in the shallows. Mum had given us an update on what Trent had wanted for the settlement and he had been quieter than usual after hearing the conditions.

“You’re far too pretty to pout so much,” I teased as I climbed on his back and wrapped my legs around him, the warm water gently lapping around us. “What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He pulled me around his body and so I was facing him before taking a seat in front of one of the jets. “An exposé?”

“You saw the questions, there’s nothing really substantial to them.” I shrugged and picked up the gold cross that rested against his chest so my hands were busy. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of an interview either but if it meant my freedom to travel with Pierre then I would do it. “I would have rather it been done sooner so I could go to Paris with you but having it primetime on a Sunday night is another strategy of his I’m sure.”

“If I didn’t have to go you know I’d be there with you.” Pierre sighed but there was no escaping the testing that he needed to do with his car before they left for Canada. It was being rebuilt from the chassis up after the crash but once it was ready he would need to run it in so the fine tuning and adjustments could be made. “The brakes had better be fixed this time.”

“I’ll be having a word with them if they aren’t. If not, I apparently have a good right hook.”

Pierre tipped his head back with a laugh. “You can’t joke about that, at least not today.”

“It only cost me $250k and an hour long interview.” I wrinkled my nose up. “I have to joke about it or I’ll probably cry.”

“No, no crying, unless they are happy tears. Anything else breaks my heart.”

“I can’t promise that when you’re going away,” I admitted as I curled into him and tucked my head in the crook of his neck. “It’s going to be strange sleeping without you, and lonely, and cold. You’re like the perfect hot water bottle.”

He brushed a kiss over my forehead before resting his cheek on my head. “Four nights, mon amour, four long nights and then we will be together in Montreal and you can put your cold feet on me again. And, we have tonight.”

“In my parents house,” I groaned under my breath. “Bloody cock blocks.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if your dad made us sleep in different rooms,” Pierre joked.

I chuckled at the thought. “Then slept in the hallway with his shotgun.”

“Wait, he has a shotgun?”

I burst out laughing at the look on his face and found the loud noise had drawn my parents' attention. “Dad, I think Pierre wants to go clay shooting with you.”

“Oh no, sir, it’s alright. I’m more into golf than, uh, shooting,” he said nervously.

“Golf, huh, what’s your handicap?”

“16.”

Dad grinned and I knew what he was thinking. “Bri’s 16, I’m 11. We’ll have to have a round next time you’re here.”

“That could get messy, you get a bit competitive.” Pierre and dad both looked at me a little offended but I had been mostly talking to dad. After thinking about it, both men were very competitive by nature and I could see them trying to outdo the other. “Yeah, it’s probably a good thing you aren’t going shooting.”

Dad smirked at the comment. “Probably. Though I know a great lawyer if there is an accident.”

“Dad,” I gasped as splashed water his way, making him splutter and choke as he struggled to stop laughing.

“It was a joke, darling,” he said when he finally recovered enough to talk. “I wouldn’t have invited him over if I didn’t like him.”

“Technically that was mum.”

“Because she’s better at organising things than me, but I thought about it.” Dad looked at Pierre. “Trust me, son, the best lesson I can teach you on how to live a long happy life with a woman is this - just smile and let her do what she wants.”

“It does work wonders,” mum concurred as she swam up to dad with Addie on her back. “30 years of marriage and counting.”

“That sounds too simple,” Pierre commented but I was still staring at dad, wondering if I had ever heard him call a boyfriend of mine ‘son’ before.

Dad laughed and tapped the side of his head. “You still have to master mind reading to know what she actually wants and not what she says. Don’t fall for those traps.”

“On that note,” I announced as I swam towards the stairs. “I’m going to get dressed and start on dinner because despite my father’s sage advice - food is actually the key to keeping me happy.”

Pierre quickly caught up to me with a streamlined freestyle that flexed his biceps with each stroke and offered to help. Addie wasn’t ready to get out and pouted to her grandparents until they were manipulated into staying in the pool longer. It worked out rather well as I closed my bedroom door and tugged at the bows that held my bikini together.

“They are going to be there for a while.” I smirked as the material fell away and Pierre’s tongue rolled over his lips at the sight. “Don’t make me wait until Montreal.”

He turned and locked the door before kicking his swimming trunks off and picking me up. My legs locked around him like they had in the pool but now there was nothing between us and I moaned as his hard length teased my entrance.

“Make me yours, Pierre,” I begged as he laid me on the bed, his wet hair dripping across my skin as he kissed his way down my body. “Mark me.”

He grazed his teeth over the sensitive spot along my inner thigh and I shuddered beneath him when he sealed his lips over the skin and sucked. His tongue lapped at the mark he had left and my core clenched in response to the primal growl he made when he pulled back and saw the large purple circle that remained.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he praised as he admired the mark a moment longer. Needing me as much as I needed him, he curled two fingers into my aching cunt and sighed happily when he felt how wet and ready I was for him. “On your knees, ma chérie.”

I obeyed without hesitation and wrapped my hand around his cock so I could feel every inch of him as he slowly filled me. I wasn’t going to be able to silence the sounds that were building and I reached blindly for my pillow before burying my face in it.

“You feel fucking amazing,” Pierre whispered as he pulled me away from the pillow so my back was pressed to his chest and his hand snaked around my body to teased my clit in time to each thrust.

“Don’t stop, Pierre, please, don’t stop,” I whimpered as I bit my lip trying to keep quiet. My hands gripped his forearms, my nails marking his skin as my entire body tensed before my orgasm crashed over me in undulating waves that left stars dancing across my vision.

“We’re not finished yet, mon trésor,” Pierre chuckled in my ear before kissing my racing pulse and guiding me back onto my hands. “You might want to bite that pillow again.”

–

When we emerged freshly showered and satisfied, the others were still in the pool so we went to the kitchen and I grabbed a bag of masa harina to make fresh tortillas. Pierre set up a top 40 playlist on Spotify knowing I liked to listen to music while I cooked and then took charge of chopping up the vegetables I tossed his way.

“Nice reflexes, Gasly,” I praised when he caught everything, even the odd shaped apple cucumber that was covered in little prickles.

“Is this thing edible?” he asked as he wiped his hand free of the prickles.

“I’m too invested in your life to try to poison you, babe.”

He put the knife down and leaned closer to whisper, “can you tell that to Damien before he tries to shoot me?”

I opened my mouth to apologise and explain my dads sick sense of humour when I saw his lips twitch with a suppressed smile before he laughed.

“He needs to act his age, honestly. During the off-season he and Otmar get into so much trouble together. You don’t have to worry about him anyhow, his aim is terrible because he refused to wear the glasses he was prescribed.”

“That makes me feel much better.”

“And he likes you too much, he even called you son.”

“I wasn’t sure if I misheard that. His accent is very strong sometimes.”

I cocked an eyebrow up and waved a floury finger at him as I couldn’t help but tease him. “Look who’s talking.”

“Ah, but you love my accent.”

“I do,” I sighed longingly. “I could listen to you talking all day. Unless it’s with Charles, that just gives me a headache.”

Pierre laughed as he reached for his phone. “Should I call him again?”

“No, please,” I whined. “I speak French, he speaks French. I speak Italian, he speaks Italian. But for some reason I can never understand him, I don’t understand how you do either. It’s like a mashup of both languages and then some English thrown in for good measure too.”

He put his phone down again and turned to me with a smile. “That’s because you learned the language in schoolbooks. It’s far more formal and structured compared to street talk but you’ll pick it up when you’re living in Paris and hearing it everyday.”

The dough was kneaded and ready as I pushed the bowl away and wiped the flour off my hands. “About that…” I shifted on my feet as I looked out the kitchen window to the huge herb garden mum tended to. “I realised I’m being pretty hypocritical. I’m happy to pay Trent off because I don’t want to be apart from you. But then I’m supposed to start work and go from being with you almost 24/7 to just on weekends?”

“We promised we would make it work,” Pierre said nervously as he wondered where I was heading with this conversation.

“And we will,” I assured him as I took his hand. “What I’m saying is that I don’t want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be, especially after seeing that crash. It was a real wake up call that our time isn’t guaranteed.”

Pierre pulled me into his arms and I fisted the back of his shirt like if I could hold on tight then enough this moment would never end.

“Financially, I don’t need the job, I have a trust fund that I’ve never touched but that was mostly from pride and wanting to be independent. The job I had lined up was really only to get some hands-on experience but my long term goal has always been to design and build F1 cars.”

Pierre searched my eyes for a hint of a lie and his lips parted with a deep breath of relief when he realised what I was saying. “You’re not taking the job.”

“No, I can’t even stomach being away from you tomorrow night,” I admitted. “Silly season is coming up and it’s not just you drivers who change seats. I’ll keep an eye out for any jobs around the paddock that use my degree and work my way up that way. As long as I get to climb into bed with you at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”

The ground disappeared as Pierre swept me up and spun me around with a grin. “I didn’t know how I was going to cope without seeing you and Addie everyday.”

I knew the suffering of missing Pierre would have been just as hard on Addie since she had come to love him too. She was thriving more than ever with having such a kind and supportive male role model, it would have been cruel to suddenly half that quality time they spend together.

“I hope we never have to find out.”

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