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it's called love <3 || charles leclerc 16

type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 3.2k summary: going to a gp with your boyfriend who's really protective when a creepy dude comes a little too close for comfort. requested: yes! '' Ok maybe something you are waiting for charles leclerc (you’re bf of 5yrs) and like a creep starts talking to you but you are polite and are just like no please go away. Then he starts like touching you(if you’re uncomfortable with that you can just write that the creep is like in your face) and charles is like losing his shit when he sees it. Have a lovely day 💗'' Requests are CLOSED!!! warnings: angst!charles, harassment? (not detailed, only mentioned), overprotective!charles, anxiety. notes: OH MY GODNESS I'M BACK BABY! Have you missed me? It's been SOOOOO long, I've missed you so much! It's been over 4 months!!! 4 MONTHS! I'm so glad many of you stayed, remember I was at 700 followers and I was doing the 700 drabbles celebration? well, I'm now at 970 followers. I will do a BIG thing for 1K followers, I'm just not sure what. If you have any ideas, let me now in my inbox :) Also, credits to creator of the GIF! Not proofread!

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Your hands rubbed themselves together, your cold fingers getting warmer every second, slowly, but surely. The wind moved your hair slightly, the small locks that framed your face getting stuck on lips which was coated with a nice layer of lip balm which was preventing them from being dry.

5 years, that’s how long you and your boyfriend had been together for. It was long, but not long enough. You knew he was the one, you just felt it. The way he treated you in front of your families was like you and him had been together forever. He was so polite to your parents, got along great with your siblings and always made sure to grab your mothers’ favourite chocolates and your fathers’ favourite beer before going to visit them with you. He was the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

You always tried your hardest to return the favour. Supporting him whenever you could, wherever you could. A red jacket was one of those ways to support him. The red sneakers, paired with the black jeans and red blazer was a way to blend in with the tifosi, but also to support Charles whenever he was driving the shit out of that car. You were supportive, and he knew.

You had promised him to meet him at the hotel in Australia, since you had arrived there a few hours before he would, his plane being delayed due to weather circumstances. The reason you weren’t flying together could get blamed on your work, as you had set meetings in a few minutes, you were either going on a plane which would arrive a few hours earlier, or a day later. You obviously chose the first option.

‘Almost there, bella, just a few more minutes <3’

He was never one to use emoji’s, he was more of an old school guy in that way. Smileys consisting of a colon and a bracket was his way of communicating whenever he was happy, and a left angle bracket followed by the number three made the perfect heart for you.

You rubbed your hands together once more as you were waiting near the entrance of the hotel. You were able to get inside and go to his room – at least you thought – so after a few more minutes of waiting you decided to do so.

‘’Hi, could I check in please?’’ You politely asked the brown-haired lady that was seated behind the desk. She was young, probably around 20 years old. She seemed a little nervous, as she was accompanied by a lady on her left. That lady was older, around her mid 40’s, and had long, blonde hair.

‘’Yeah, of course, what’s the name of the reservation?’’ It was probably the young lady’s first day, as she was following a tight script of questions to ask.

‘’I think it’s on Charles Leclerc, or Ferrari F1 team.’’ You smiled at the younger lady, before looking over as you felt the eyes of the older woman on you.

It never happened that you were checking in before him or any of his team, but you really had to get that meeting started.

‘’Sorry lady, but you’re not the first one to try come in this hotel.’’ The older woman said, and you furrowed your eyebrows a little at her comment.

‘’Excuse me?’’ You replied, your eyes moving from the younger lady to the older one. ‘’I know it might seem weird, but my boyfriend will arrive in a few minutes, and I have a meeting to get to, I’m sure the team doesn’t mind if I enter first.’’ You kindly responded, a soft and gentle smile on your face. ‘’He told me you were aware of this.’’ You continued, knowing Charles had told the team about the situation, and they must have told the hotel.

‘’Look, darling, we understand your problem, but there is a nice café next to the restaurant of the hotel where you can have the meeting. Those drivers want their privacy as well, and with all due respect, you’re the fourth girl trying to get into the hotel with a story like this. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to meet them, but you’ll have to do that around the track.’’ She replied, which made your mind spin. You were speechless, mostly because she thought you were a fan, but also because apparently the team hadn’t let the hotel know you were arriving earlier.

‘’I think there must have been some kind of mistake here.’’ You told the lady, but remaining to stay polite, they were doing their job, which you could only appreciate. ‘’But it’s alright, I’ll just wait here in the lobby till they arrive.’’ You said, grabbing your passport which was laying on the desk, along with your phone.

‘’Oh no, the lobby is only for hotel guests, dear, you’ll have to wait outside with the rest of them.’’ You turned around, slowly, leaning over a little to have a look at the outside of the hotel, the entrance, the gate which was closed. The gate where dozens of fans were waiting to catch a glimpse of their favourite driver.

You couldn’t be there, you’d get mobbed, knowing all too well those fans knew who you were. You didn’t want to be rude, or show off that you were Charles’ girlfriend, so you simply swallowed thickly and looked back at the lady.

‘’With all respect, miss, I’m going to get swarmed if I exit this hotel.’’ You said, reaching for your phone. ‘’I can promise you I’m not a fan, I know it might look like it, but I believe something went wrong with the message. I am Charles’ girlfriend; you can look up my name on Google if you’d like.’’ You said, showing the lady your passport with your name.

‘’I know her.’’ The younger lady spoke and looked over at you, nervously. The older lady looked at the pictures online, and her face immediately appeared to be full of guilt, shame. The younger girl looked at the woman and bit her bottom lip, a clear sign of nervosity. ‘’I do recall Rebecca mentioning something like this, there was a note on her desk this morning.’’

After both employees apologized more than once, they offered you the key for the room. However, you knew Charles would be arriving soon, so you asked them if it was okay for you to stay seated in the lobby till the team would arrive. They immediately agreed and offered you some fresh drinks on the house.

You had just finished your meeting, which took around 30 minutes, before you could hear the fans screaming their lungs out. You got up, placed your laptop in your bag and zipped it up, making your way towards the hallway of the entrance.

‘’Babe!’’ Charles immediately had a big smile on his face when he saw you standing in the hotel.

‘’Hey, baby.’’ You giggled, feeling how his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You could never get enough of his hugs, his embraces, it felt like heaven.

‘’How did your meeting go?’’ He asked, stepping to the side with you still in his arms to let the rest of the Ferrari team enter the hotel.

‘’You ready, amour?’’ You heard Charles’ low voice against your ear, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as he was pressing his chest against your back. You had just gotten ready to go to the track with him. Your love language was touch, and it made the both of you fall for one another even harder.

Once you had arrived at the track, the two of you passed the entrance of the paddock, many fans asking the Monegasque driver for an autograph or a selfie. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, and you had learned to get used to it those years you were with him. People loved him, adored him, and you could only feel proud of that same man that was loved by many.

You both decided to take a break and take a seat in the hospitality area, talking about work, your upcoming holiday and much more. Your eyes moved over his face, listening to how he was passionately talking about all the things they did at the factory a few days ago. The way his eyes were shining brightly, that small sparkle in them that could light up your day. He’d had a few rough seasons here at Ferrari, but this year went better than ever, with him leading the championship, Carlos being second in the rankings as well. Ferrari was doing much better.

‘’Come on, let’s say hi to the engineers.’’ He reached for your hand, his soft and warm one perfectly fitting into yours, like if you were made for one another. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze the moment he felt your fingers intertwining with his, and it felt reassuring. You were in love, and he made sure everybody knew.

As you walked towards the pit area, into the pitlane, you noticed a man staring at you. It made you uncomfortable, but you quickly brushed it off, assuming that it was just a fan who recognized Charles and was trying to get a closer look at the two of you.

You kept walking, holding Charles’ hand and smiled at his engineers as he greeted them.

‘’Y/n, hey, long time no see.’’ Some of the guys walked over to give you a hug, which you gladly returned.

‘’Hey guys, how are you doing?’’ You started talking to them, and Charles occasionally looked over into your direction. He felt so lucky to have you, he really was on cloud nine.

After catching up with the guys from the team, as well as talking to some of the girls on the team, you decided to walk towards the fence, moving your head from left to right to see all the teams nicely positioned in their garage boxes, working on their cars.

When you first started dating Charles, you were nervous when you’d come here, knowing people would look at you, perhaps even judge you for being Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend. But the gentleman he was, he found a way to reassure you, make you feel comfortable and keep you safe from all the paparazzi and fans that tried to get close to you.

As you were waiting, you noticed that same man from earlier step closer to you, causing you to look at him. Maybe he just wanted to have a talk, maybe he was an interviewer, or a fan?

The more he spoke, the more you got the idea he was the latter, a fan, but not particularly of Charles. You felt uncomfortable, nervous, but did not want to be rude and simply walk away. But Charles noticed. He was looking for you, since you were no longer in the garage, and the moment he saw the look on your face, and that man standing not even half a meter away from you, he sensed something was wrong.

He saw that man talking to you, and immediately made his way over towards them. As he approached, he heard the man ask if you wanted to go have a drink with him after the race.

Charles felt his blood boil. He was furious that someone was trying to hit on you, his girlfriend, right here in front of his eyes. He stepped in between the two of you, causing the man to step away to create some sort of space between him and Charles, who was glaring at him with piercing eyes.

‘’Excuse me, do you mind stepping away from my girlfriend?’’ He said, his voice dangerously low. You had never heard him talk like this, but it gave you some reassurance, once again.

The man, who had not expected Charles to react in such a manner, backed away immediately. Your boyfriend then placed a protective arm around you, walking away from that man.

‘’Do you know him?’’ He asked, clearly still somewhat angry at what just happened. You could see the anger still prominent on his face. Although you appreciated his concern, and you were glad he stepped in at that time, you didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you.

You reached out for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before looking into his eyes the moment you were back in the garage. You shook your head at his question, but immediately tried to calm him down as you saw it made him even more mad.

‘’It’s okay, Charles. Thank you for protecting me, but please don’t get yourself into any trouble.’’ You said, your voice soft and calming. It helped, because you noticed Charles calming down at your words, something you always seemed to do.

He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes filled with love and understanding. He knew that he was lucky to have you by his side, and he didn’t want anything to come in between you two. It felt like his duty was to keep you safe, to keep you his.

‘’I’m sorry, y/n. I just can’t stand the thought of anyone trying to hurt you. You mean the world to me.’’ Charles said, his voice sincere. You knew he was meaning every single word he just said.

You simply smiled as a reply and leaned in closer to him, your lips brushing his gently before you placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, causing those corners to curl upward into a smile.

You watched the race along with his team, standing the entire time as you were nervous. You always were, because you were aware of the fact one single mistake could have big consequences, such as the car diving into the wall, with a driver still inside of it.

As the race came to an end, Charles ended up on the podium, something that had become a habit lately. The trophies at your place were starting to become more and more, and the pole position tyres were almost filling up an entire room already. But you didn’t mind, you were proud of him, and you were hoping he’d get even more trophies, and even more tyres.

As Charles was climbing out of the car, he immediately searched for you, and the moment he saw you standing in the crowd, he smiled, everybody could see it in his eyes. He went for a dive into his team, receiving pats on the back and on his helmet. He took off his helmet, along with his balaclava, and he made his way over towards you. You were already feeling the cameras and phones being in your face, but you didn’t care. He won, and that’s the most important thing here.

He pressed his lips on yours, cupping your cheek and pulling away after a second or three as he had more duties to fulfil. You watched him get to the back, into the cooldown room before he was ready to take on the big trophy.

You were watching behind the cameras as Charles talked to the interviewer, occasionally looking into your direction to check if you were listening, and you were, to every little thing he said. You supported him, no matter what.

However, once he walked towards Sky Sports, you got accompanied by someone else. It was that man again, the one that asked you out for a drink.

‘’So, you up for that drink now?’’ He asked, a smirk plastered on his face. Charles was doing his interviews, so at the moment, he was focussed on the interviewer, his back facing you as it was on the other side of the media pen.

‘’Sorry but no, I’m not interested.’’ You politely rejected the man, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It was at this moment you got scared, as he kept getting closer and closer to you.

‘’Come on, dear, I’m sure you’d love to spend some time with me.’’ The man said, his hand slowly reaching up to brush your cheek. You immediately took a step backwards, looking around to see Charles still facing the interviewer, his back facing you.

‘’I don’t, really, please leave me alone.’’ You were starting to get nervous, anxious, because it was so crowded here, all the drivers were here, so that’s where everybody’s attention went to. And he knew, the man knew nobody was here to protect you at this moment. Nobody to tell that man to back off but yourself.

‘’Why would you say no? Come on, let me buy you a drink, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.’’ He smirked, tucking some hair behind your ear. He was getting too close, and you were looking around for help.

It was like he was aware you were nervous, but Charles looked around in the middle of his interview to try and find you. He looked behind the camera, but didn’t see you, so he simply looked back at the position you were during his other interview. And then he saw it, and the anger that was gone first came back immediately.

Without any apology to the interviewer, Charles jumped over the fence, stepping towards you and that man with heavy feet. The anger in his face was present, and it made all the camera’s, all the interviewers face him, record him.

‘’Mate, I think you didn’t get the first warning earlier today.’’ He said, stepping in between the two of you again, his arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. You were shaking ever so slightly, feeling all cameras on the three of you.

‘’Back off, seriously, leave my girlfriend alone.’’ Charles stated, his voice low, on the edge of mad, angry, furious. You immediately reached for his left hand, the arm that was around your shoulder, and you gave him a gentle squeeze.

‘’Love, don’t get yourself in any trouble.’’ You whispered, which seemed to calm him just a tiny bit, but not enough. The man in front of you kept looking at you, and not at Charles, which only built the anger up inside of your boyfriend even more.

‘’Stop looking at her, leave her alone, step away from her.’’ He said, his eyes clearly showing he was furious. The security soon arrived, multiple people asking them to go to the media pen, so they did.

‘’This man, he’s harassing my girl, please get him away from here.’’ Charles spoke, and you felt how his grip around your shoulders tightened a little, pulling you closer to his body in order to keep you safe. The security soon took the man away, telling Charles they would handle it.

After the interviews, in which Charles made sure you were directly behind the interviewer so he wouldn’t lose you out his sight anymore, the both of you safely made your way back to the hotel. Your phones were already blowing up, you were trending on almost every social media platform out there. Pictures and videos of Charles jumping over the fence, him talking to that man, protecting you, people calling Charles an absolute hero, because he was.

He knew that he would always do whatever it takes to protect her, no matter what challenges lay ahead. Together, they knew that their love would always keep them strong and safe, because they always protected each other, and reassured each other. That’s what they had, and that’s called love.

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beloved-nyx · 5 months

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ SYNOPSIS - What more could a king want than you?

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ PAIRING - Yandere!Emperor x GN!Reader

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ FORMAT - Oneshot

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ CW - YANDERE CONTENT, Alexi is fucking depraved, the wine is really sus, mentions of blood, illegal use of blood (?), implied noncon if you squint, implications of SA on reader (not graphic, just mentions), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ AUTHORS NOTE - bleh this is my first time writing Yandere sooooo but um hehe I hope this is good and um scary I guess I hope u get scaroused when reading this

You had never liked wine in the first place.

It tasted sour, left a bitter taste in your mouth that made you want to puke. Maybe It was because you only had enough money to buy the cheap bottles, the ones that nobles would probably scoff at. It’s not like you could afford the luxuries they had anyway, or the time which they wasted by throwing extravagant banquets.

But you started hating wine more when you stayed at the palace, the place you worked at. The Crown Prince was frivolous, throwing parties and balls every night, and the smell of debauchery was always present. You had no choice but serve the half-drunken nobles all night, wincing and scowling and sometimes even slapping wandering and unwelcome hands that came near you.

You hardly ever got sleep when you stayed at the palace, not when you had to partake in such parties, and definitely not when you could feel prying eyes following your every movement at the palace you begrudgingly called “home” even if it was nothing like that.

You don’t know how you caught the Crown Prince's attention. You had made sure to look down, made sure not to break the rules, and absolutely made sure not to stand out.

You knew what happened when poor servants had the affection of nobles.

Poor servants would get beheaded by jealous fiancés, maids would carry bastard children they never wanted, and the nobles would whisper and gossip and cause hell towards those weaker than them.

“You look lost in thought, beloved.”

A soft, silky voice that makes you want to claw your ears off startles you from your thoughts, and you look towards your left.

A man is seated at the front of a long banquet table, dressed in the finest clothes one could imagine. His long, black hair is messily done, and his dead, dark eyes stare into the cup he’s holding in his pale, lithe fingers. His lips, dabbed in red powder, are curled up in a smile as his eyes leave from his cup.

“Am I boring you?” He sets his cup down, and you peer at the contents. Dark, crimson wine enters your sight and you quickly look away, instead looking down at the red, lush carpets.

“Of course not, Your Imperial Majesty,” You hastily answer, your voice loud in the cold, empty room. The only light that seemed to illuminate the dark was the flimsy glow of the candles, a pathetic attempt at making this situation “romantic.”

Ever since the Crown Prince, Alexander, became Emperor, your life had become a living hell in the making. He makes a contemplative “hmm,” before tapping his finger on the table.

“Please, there's no need for such formalities.” He grins, and in that moment you want nothing better than to slap that grin off his face. “After all, we will be married soon. It’s quite uncomfortable having to hear my soon-to-be call me by such a…boring title.”

“And please, is the floor more interesting to look at than me?” You feel his cold hands lift your chin up, his eyes crinkling as he smiles again. “I missed looking at your face. Ever since I became Emperor, I hardly had the time to visit your chambers.” His fingers inch towards your cheek, before cupping your cheek.

You try to refrain from scowling.

“Alexander-”

“Alexi.” He corrects you, and you bite your tongue.

You open your mouth before he shushes you, his eyes trained on your lips, before pulling away, instead opting to hold a knife instead as he expects the sharp blade. You gulp, and he smiles at your nervousness.

“I…I think I lost my appetite, Alexi.” You try to refrain from stammering. You weren’t scared-you weren’t, you weren’t, you weren’t-

“But you haven’t even touched your food.”

His black eyes regard you coldly, and you think dully that he must be having another moodswing. That happened often, at the strangest times too. But it also happened more when he was jealous, when he was sickeningly insecure of himself that he latched onto you to try and stave off those feelings of his.

“C’mon, beloved. Why don’t you atleast have a sip of your wine?” He tilts his head, pushing a gold chalice in your hands. Your palms are clammy, and you think you're visibly sweating. You grab the chalice in your hands shakily, and he rewards you with a kiss on the cheek, even if it makes you feel disgusting and dirty inside.

“My attendants told me you’ve been talking to some of those absolutely wretched servant friends of yours.” Alexi places down his knife, instead opting to take a drink of his wine as he hums thoughtfully and your blood runs cold.

“You know that I’m easily jealous, my beloved.” The words roll off his tongue like poison, but he doesn’t look at you, instead swirling his cup around and examining the contents inside.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just lonely-”

He clicks his tongue, silencing your apologies with a wave of his hands. “To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement, my beloved. But I forgive you.” He grins, and gazes at your cup with a slight curl to his lip. “So just drink and be merry, my dear.”

Alexi looks at you intently as you gaze into the contents of your cup, the liquid reflecting your face as you gaze into it with a frown. Alexi places his head on his palm, watching you with some sort of sick glee that makes your stomach drop and makes your head spin.

You take a sip and almost throw up.

It's thick and visceral, and the taste of iron floods your mouth and clogs your senses. You throw the cup away from you, the wine–no, the blood, seeping onto the red carpets. It doesn’t make much of a difference though, and you collapse on the ground as you try to cough up the blood that you had just drank. Alexi chuckles softly, and you can hear the faint sound of screeching as he gets up from his chair and makes his way over to you, kneeling down and making his pointed, iron-heeled boots stained red.

“Oh, please don’t look at me with such a face, beloved.” Alexi blushes as you scowl at him, slapping away his hand as he tries and wipes off the blood still stained on your lips. He chuckles, black eyes filled with a sick sort of delight.

“You know I get jealous easily, my beloved. I just wanted to drill it in that sweet head of yours who you really belong to.” He grins, and you want to puke.

You never even liked wine in the first place.

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starryylies · 27 days

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Ghost or König with virgin reader trying to calm her down and slowly work her open? I feel like they'd be sooooo sweet towards her with the constant praises like I feel it in my BONES!!! Love your writing by the way❤️🩷❤️🩷🩷❤️

König with a virgin reader

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK BTW AND THANK YOUUUU I hope you like it, I went a little off track but yea

He loves you sosososo much

And he makes sure you know

If you ever, like ever feel uncomfortable with any physical contact he will be the first to shy away

He’s so gentle and patient with you

Waiting like a dog till you give him a “yes, I’m ready”

But you’re not any less

Locking eyes while you rub your thighs

You move closer towards him

Like a predator ready to pounce on their prey

“Kö touch me” you whine

“ schatz but what if your not ready ?”

“Kö I need you pleaseeee”

That’s the only signal he needs before he continues to pin you underneath him

Giving you a lil kiss

Trailing it down to your navel, stripping your clothes as he moves down

Praises and compliments leaving his lips like a melody

When you’re under him, looking so pretty how could he not

Kissing your cheeks ever so gently

Watching you hide your face makes him sad tho :(

“Dove why are you hiding your face”

“Ko my acne :((“

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on though” he whispers

Wet and sloppy kisses are scattered on each part of your body as he takes his hard member out stroking it languidly

You take a quick peek at his size you’re cooked

The worry shows on your face so könig comforts you telling you he can always stop

But you’re persistent

So as he lines himself up to your hole

He makes sure you are ready asking you multiple times before he actually thrusts inside

Taking his sweet time with his sweet girlfriend

Making sure you finish before him,

I mean he tries but he definitely cums like seconds before you though cuz you’re so fucking tight and it just feels so good

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kelppsstuff · 27 days

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Okaay so I saw that you accepting requests again sooooo can ask for some smut au Incubus!Adam x fem! Virgin Reader? I bet my ass if he was a demon he would 100% be a incubus who would has a virginity and breeding kink. You can't convince me otherwise 😆

For I Have Sinned

Summary: Adam was very self aware in the sexual department. He loved fucking virgins, so when you show up wearing your purity ring in hell of all places his interest grows heavily in you. He didn’t expect to fall but when he did he vowed to take that ring.

F!Reader

A/N: so I ended up making this were Adam went to hell as an incubus when he died because that fitted more with the way I went with this, if you’d like I can redo this where he originally went to hell, it would just be a different plot.

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Warnings: breading, Virgin, jealously, blow job, pretty long.

A/N: this is the song.

You didn’t deserve to be in hell. Everyone could see it, and when they asked why you were you’d always brush it off. They just really could understand why, so you were the perfect example of a redeemable sinner.

You had arrived in hell just a little bit before the whole extermination battle. So you didn’t know too much about this whole place.

It was Alastor who found you and offered you a try at a second chance. Key word; try.

—

When you joined the hotels guest list, it had just been a few days till after Adam came to hell. So you two relatively had taken a room right around the same time.

Due to the closeness Charlie made the two of you always partners for activities. At first Adam was annoyed by your sweet personality, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

—

A knock on your door made you groan awake.

You opened the door, your hair spread everywhere and on the other side was the owner of the Hotel herself. Charlie.

“Hey Char Char. What can I do for you?” Charlie was beaming at you, like she had stars in her eyes. “We’re starting trust falls in thirty and going to go on from there!”

You gave her a polite smile and confirming nod just before she left. When you were ready, you walked out exactly 30 minutes later, and you did a woman from the room beside you.

That woman came from Adams room. You can’t say you really too surprised, he had a new girl in there every week.

The girl was embarrassed being caught, though not too embarrassed considering this was hell. You had recognized her however, she was the bookstore lady.

“Really?” You asked Adam as he too walked out his room and down the stairs with you. “What?”

“We’re supposed to not do sin.” You explained as you noticed he was walking next to you on the way down, and not the lady he was just spending his time with. “Yeah well a man has needs.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the lobby couch, while Adam showed the bookstore lady the door.

“Welcome! I hope everyone is having a good morning! We are going to do some trust falls first, then you and your partner will cook one another breakfast together.” The princess beamed at the sinners. You beamed right back while the others were to tired to show motivation.

Charlie walked to the platform she set up, and as always she went first. “I’m really proud of you guys!” She jumped and everyone was quick to catch — besides Adam and Alastor.

“Why don’t you go next Vaggie?” You could see the hesitation on her face, but ultimately decided Charlie was worth being a bit uncomfortable for a moment. “I know karate.”

While everyone continues to catch her, Adam rolled his eyes. He already knew that, he made sure his girls were well trained before going on the line.

As far as Adam was concerned he believed this was pointless. “Y/N, you next.” Vaggie picked you and you hurried on stage.

When you opened your mouth to speak you couldn’t find words. A trust fall was where you were supposed to share something, and despite you kind nature you were still a pretty private person.

You twisted the ring on your finger, thinking of something. You looked down and the pretty stone. “I have a purity ring.” You spoke softly and low but everyone heard.

Adam heard, and he didn’t know what happened but suddenly you were a lot more colorful.

When you jumped off the stage Adam was one of the first to catch you, appearing in the middle of the crowd out of no where — Alastor still kept to the side.

—

Each member, besides Alastor and Adam, had gone up and said something. So the activity moved on.

Everyone was awake now and so Charlie had set up stations and partners. Her and Vaggie, Angel, and Husk, Alastor and her dad along with Niffty, and then you and Adam.

Charlie handed everyone an apron and then said y’all could start.

There was so many things you could make you didn’t know which. You grabbed butter first and the some bread. Just as you were about to reach the eggs a tap to you side distracted you.

The king himself smiled at you, “want some batter?” Truth is, with your good nature Lucifer had became good friends with you.

You had shown Lucifer that maybe his gift of free will wasn’t a total flaw. “What kind?” You grabbed a plastic spoon and grabbed a little scoop.

“Pancakes!” Just as he spoke you at the batter and wow. That was good! “Make me a few too yeah?” Lucifer let out a little laugh with a nod that was interrupted by your partner.

Adam pushed himself in between the two of you, “sorry to intrude.” He wasn’t. “But I think you should start cooking now Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed three eggs. “Grab me a bowl then will ya?” Adam did that while Lucifer went back to his station. You cracked the three eggs perfectly and started to whip them.

You also put the butter in the pan and started the oven, then dipped the bread in the eggs, placing it in the hot pan.

You grabbed some cinnamon and started to place it onto the frying bread.

Out of no where some flour flew at you. The culprit started to laugh at your white hair, all while you tried to remain calm.

Adam wasn’t going to make YOU food. No way! So what better way to pass the time than to annoy you?

You grabbed a handful of the flour and chucked it at Adam, his laughing stopped and you felt satisfied.

Then began your food fight. Alastor had put a stop to it after your French toast caught on fire and before the kitchen could become more of a mess.

You started to wash your hand and groan at the flour stuck in your ring. “Are you kidding me?!”

Adam looked over your shoulder. Getting an actual view of the ring. It was pretty, it was rare one would have such a pretty ring in hell — the place filled with muggers.

“So a virgin huh?” You gave Adam a weary glance, “yeah? So what?” You spoke to him in that little defensive tone of yours.

“Nothing nothing. Just wouldn’t think someone like you would be one.” His condescending tone caused your blood to boil, something that appeared only he could do.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You wiped your hands off and placed one on your hip, twisting to look at him.

“Well we’re in hell, pretty much every one here is a slut.” You eyes widened at his vulgarity, not to mention the nerve of this man. “Your one to talk. Everyday there’s a new girl in your room.”

“Jealous?”

“As if.”

You had peeked Adam’s interest indeed.

—

Adam would always insult you for being a sinner. For doing some “kinky shit” for being in hell. No matter how sweet you were, Adam had always called bullshit. Though after he found out about your purity ring that changed.

Instead of calling you Sinner bitch it changed into good girl.

You were supposed to be delighted that was the case but you weren’t. Adam was the only person who treated you like everyone else. People would often always put on their fake kindness for you, just because you were kind to them.

You hadn’t realized you craved sin until Adam. If you were in hell it was for the sin of gluttony. You wanted more, not the same bullshit.

Charlie would always say you were sure to get to heaven, but now you didn’t know if you wanted to be there.

—

Thus came the annual Masquerade ball, hosted by the sin of pride himself on every Halloween.

Usually you and everyone in the hotel besides Alastor and Charlie wouldn’t be able to attend but this year you had all gotten invited, even Adam. So you helped Angel dust pick and outfit all the while looking for an outfit of your own.

Everyone was dressed in suit, and dresses, you had told the group you felt unwell and wouldn’t be attending. It was a lie but you just wanted to see how different it could be if you gave into all your desires.

So when everyone left you threw on your mask and your long dress with your styled hair, and popped off to the party.

When you entered no one knew who you were and you loved it. They would talk about their latest hookup, a conversation you hadn’t even heard since you were alive. They would talk about the latest sin they had done. It was quite fun to just splash in.

“May I have this dance?”

You turned around to the voice and you knew who it was, though you were under the impression he didn’t know you.

You didn’t want him to hear your voice so you only nodded and took his hand.

The two of you joined many other on the dance floor and started to sway to the slow song. Almost as if everyone was in sync.

Adam twirled you and hurried to bring you back to his chest. “I will say I’m disturbed that you haven’t said a word to me Y/N.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. “How’d you know.” He twirled you again and this time your back landed against his chest.

He brought his face to the crook of you neck and whispered almost desperate. “You mean besides your scent that I wish was on my sheets?.” You breath hitch as he pressed a gentle kiss against the curve of your neck. “It was your ring that gave it away.”

You silently cursed yourself for forgetting about that. You and Adam swayed in silence. Your back still against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist while your held his. His breath fanning your neck causing a burning sensation that just consumed you.

“Why you lie?” You should have known someone would know, you just didn’t think it was Adam. “I’m not a child, I was tired of people treating me like one just because I’m a ‘sweetheart.’”

He hummed in your ear and dipped you. “You wish to be apart of adult conversations?”

“Is that such a surprise?” He brought out back to your feet and gave you a grin that caused a heat to spread.

“Do you know what I want?” You could say your answer before he started to continue. “I want you to drag you back to my room and ripped that dress off of you while you beg me to show you all the way to embrace pleasure.”

He wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped his around your waist pushing your breast against his wide chest. “I ruin you in all the ways imaginable, then I want to create new ways just so you can never leave me.”

“And then when morning comes?” You asked.

“That’s when the fun begins.” His eyes was playful but in that moment something flickered in them. Something that drew your lips to his as you desperately tried to chase that feeling.

—

He pushed open the door and stumbled into the room with you, lips never leaving you besides for pleasurable sighs. He kicked the door shut and pushed you onto the bed.

He kicked off his shoes while bending down to take your own heels off.

You grabbed his tie and started yank it off. While he unzipped you. He kissed down your neck while pushing your dress down.

You started to unbutton his dress shirt but quickly grew annoyed and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. You pushed his shirt off and looked up at him with desperate eyes.

He pulled away from your neck when he was satisfied with his art work and pulled back to get a better look at you. In panties, looking up at him with begging, no pleading eyes.

His chest went up and down, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess and you noticed he had a cowlick.

“I want you.” Adam knew you did and while he didn’t say it back you knew he did too. You knew from the way he quickly discarded the rest of y’all clothing. You knew from the way he spit over your pussy to make sure you had extra lubricant.

You knew from the way he pushed passed your folds. You knew when you cried out when he bottomed out inside you. You knew from when you saw the flicker in his eyes again.

And in that moment you knew that you would never be getting rid of him, for he would follow you to the end of the earth.

He started to thrust up into you, whines and moans leaving your mouth. While deep breaths and groans left his.

He then angles his hips and thrusts up once again, hitting the right spot inside you.

“Oh god, right there.”

“That’s right baby, I’m your god.”

Your hand were gripping the sheets above you and he brung his hand over your own. Spreading it out, his fingers linking with yours. The cold band on your finger the only the cold between the the two of you.

He continued his fast and relentless pace and soon the coil in your stomach was going to snap. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Adam I’m going to cum.”

“That’s right babe, cum on my cock, only my cock can make you feel like this.”

Just like that the coil snapped and Adam fucked you through your own orgasam, searching for his own.

“Fuck babe I’m gonna cum you keep clenching around me like that.”

The idea of Adam cumming in you was one you couldn’t get out of your head.

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours.”

His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed while he picked up the pace. “Fuck you want me to fill you up? Fill the cunt until your belly is swollen?”

“Yes.”

That did him in. He came, hard, painting your walls white.

When the two of you came down from your highs the two of you fell asleep. When you awoke the neck morning you panicked, you were in Adam’s bed, you slept with him, and you didn’t regret it. Most of all, you couldn’t find your ring.

You went back to your room and grabbed some clothes and went to look in the lobby, wondering if it dropped.

Though when you entered it there Adam was, talking to husk and while he was handsome his face wasn’t what brought your attention.

It was the dangling necklace that had your ring on the chain. The message was clear, you were his, and he was yours.

—

Done! Sorry I haven’t updated in a bit, I’ve been working on my other blogs, but I promise I haven’t forgotten all of you people. How could I? Everyone in Hazbin is practically hot.

#hazbin hotel #masterlist #hazbin #x reader #adam hazbin hotel #adam is actually hilarious #adam x reader

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bug-bites · 7 months

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thinking abt simon "ghost" "acts of service" riley

like in my head he isn't too fond of physical touch. he wont burst into tears and start crying and shaking if you hug him but its very much reserved for the very few people who are close to him. its not that he's scared of it or it makes him super uncomfortable, its just he has other ways of showing people he loves them!

he's the type of guy who when you're getting to know him, listens and remembers every detail you tell him, and makes mental notes of your dislikes and likes w/o you having to tell him.

he takes cold showers every day and when you ask him he just tells you "its better, wakes me up in the mornings" but its really because he knows you like taking hot showers from all the times he's walked into the washroom once you're done and noticed the mirror all fogged up from the steam. he just wants to make sure you dont run out of hot water

in a passing conversation you mention feeling a bit sick, maybe its the change in weather or your allergies acting up but you just really are hoping it isnt a cold. simon doesnt say much but later you find a small ziploc baggie of peeled orange slices with a sticky note with your name on on it

when you go out together and you're a little underdressed for the weather he notices the goosebumps on your arms and how you constantly are rubbing them with your hands, trying to subtly warm yourself from the friction. you dont do a good job however because he glances at you and lets out a small sigh

"what did i say before heading out" "bring a jumper..." you mumble in response "and what did you do?" he crosses his arms over his chest but he isn't mad or annoyed, not in the slightest "not bring a jumper"

it feels like you're on the verge of being lectured but simon just rolls his eyes and gestures you to follow him. you're lead to his car and he opens the trunk, tossing you a black zip up sweater. he's scolding you somewhat, saying that "this is why you're getting sick" and other nonsense and you're lucky he "forgot" to take that sweater out of the trunk or boot because hes bri'ish. you happily take it and put it on because you're not about to turn down a sweater when you're freezing also its from simon and it just looks so comfy! it's definitely big on you because lets face it, simon is built like an industrial freezer, but the material is soft and cozy, with the added bonus of smelling like him. you thank him for the sweater and carry on with your day, not thinking much of it. truth is, however, he always has that extra sweater in his car for you. makes sure its there before you two go anywhere, neatly folded and tucked into the back. he would never admit it though he's such a pussy

when asked about his little favours he does for you he constantly pulls excuses from his ass, saying its just a coincidence that he had those things or literally anything to hide that he goes out of his way to do it for you. he cares about you, he actually cares a lot about you but he's just a tiny bit embarrassed to admit it. he loves you so much but he doesn't want you to think he's like kicking his legs and giggling over the thought of you even though he probably has at some point but you dont need to know that

he thinks he's sooooo subtle and sneaky about it but when you fall asleep and you wake up with a sweater over top of you like a blanket that a) you are 100% sure doesn't belong to you and b) has "S. Riley" written in sharpie on the tag (with a tiny skull doodle next to it), theres no way in hell you can be oblivious to how much he cares about you.

#bug blurb #i know i clown on him a lot but its all affectionate i swear #platonic or romantic idk its up to u #might make this into a series for the cod characters if i have time but idk :P #he just like me fr and its a 6'4 deeply traumatized british military man im projecting on #ghost x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #call of duty mw #call of duty mw2

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ourdawnishotterthanourday · 7 months

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A (W)Hole New Experience [M] — Kim Mingyu

✧ Because Mingyu likes big butts and he cannot lie ✧

Your husband has always had a thing for your ass. And so it’s only natural for him to want to take your sex life to the next level. The question is whether you will let him.

✧ Genre: domestic AU; SMUT [18+], fluff, established relationship, minimal plot ♥ Pairing: chubby female!reader x husband!mingyu ✧ Word count: 7.9k+ ✦ Warnings: reader is plus-size with big boobs and a big ass!, swearing, mingyu being a complete ass man, mingyu being a very loving husband, use of pet names (lots of 'baby'), mentions of alcohol, one mention of stretch marks and scars, lots of ass in this one bc well...u know ;) — pls let me know if I missed any :) ✎ Notes: 1) nsfw warnings under the cut! 2) don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anal sex or the mention thereof!! 3) i’m thinking of maybe turning this into a little nsfw + sfw Mingyu husband series...not sure yet, but if there are people who like the idea i might. sooooo, if u do, pls let me know! ♕ Shout out: thank you @forsythe-lll for proofreading again :D love u baaaabe 💕 also thank you @ikigaisvt for getting me in my mingyu feels hehe 💋

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

nsfw warnings: big dick!mingyu, soft dom!mingyu, long-ass foreplay (no kidding, it’s long), slight manhandling, face fucking, fingering (pussy + ass), spanking, butt plug, raw sex (reader is on birth control), creampies, cum play, anal sex (pls let me know if I missed any!)

If there was one thing that hadn't changed during the course of your five year relationship, it was your husband’s infatuation with your ass. And boy did he love to remind you of that little fact any time he got the chance.

You could be in the middle of folding laundry and Mingyu would appear out of nowhere to deliver a slap to your ass because the way you'd bent had made it look “bigger and squishier”.

Or if you happened to walk up the stairs with Mingyu right behind you, you bet that he was going to make a comment about your backside one way or another – more often than not, it ended with you on your hands and knees and your cheeks sore from one of his rough spankings.

You didn't mind at all. In fact, you loved the way your husband worshiped the ground you walked on because it made you feel confident, sexy and secure in your relationship.

Still, there were times you wished that he would just tone it down a little. Why? Because his obsession with your butt wasn't just confined to the four walls of your home.

Although your mutual friends had gotten used to his extreme public displays of affection, the general public definitely hadn't.

Mingyu didn't care though.

Even in the middle of a packed grocery store, he had no problem grabbing two handfuls of your ass, which almost always earned you some dirty looks from other store-goers – especially those with children.

The man had literally no shame when it came to you and your butt and he was proud of it, which is why it hadn’t come as a total surprise when he blatantly asked you if he could fuck you in the ass during one of your at-home date nights.

Sure, you had to admit that you hadn’t expected him to ask such an intimate question when one of the main characters in the series you had been watching was about to die, but you guessed that that was just typical Mingyu behavior.

—

“You wanna put it where?!”

“Come on, baby. Think about it. You’d look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your ass,” Mingyu mumbled, his large hands slowly sliding down to your soft ass before giving it a firm squeeze.

“Yeah, but have you seen yourself, Gyu? That thing is huge” you emphasized, holding up your index fingers to demonstrate just how big he was.

“And you love it,” he smirked, grabbing onto one of your fingers to place a gentle kiss onto it. “Don’t pretend like you’re not begging me to fuck you stupid every single time.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his blatant statement. It was true though. You loved your husband’s big dick and he never failed to give you the most toe-curling, bone-shattering orgasms whenever the two of you shared an intimate moment.

“I’m not. It’s just...my ass is different. I don’t feel like being split open and not being able to walk properly for days,” you sighed.

“Since when has that ever stopped you?” Mingyu snickered before teasingly brushing his soft lips over the smooth skin of your exposed neck.

“Gyu…” you whined, knowing exactly what he was doing. Only you decided that you weren’t going to let him win this time.

“Okay okay, I won’t bring it up again,” he chuckled. “But, if you change your mind...”

You giggled at the puppy eyes he was giving you. “You’ll be the first to know.”

—

That was about two months ago. Being the perfect and respectful husband he was, Mingyu stayed true to his words and hadn’t brought up the topic again. Despite that, you couldn’t deny that his question hadn’t made you at least a little bit curious.

The truth was, prior to that moment, the thought of engaging in anal sex had oddly enough never even crossed your mind. You had always just assumed that it was something you weren’t into based on the porn you’d come across and the horror stories several of your friends had shared with you.

But as the weeks passed, you couldn’t seem to erase the idea from your mind. Ever so often, you caught yourself imagining what it would feel like to have Mingyu’s thick long digits stretch your ass open, in particular during the moments he was knuckle-deep inside your pussy to prepare you for his big cock. Even at times where your husband had you bent over for him while he was roughly pounding into you from behind, your mind sporadically flashed with images of him doing the same thing to your ass.

And although the thought of trying to fit Mingyu’s dick inside your ass seemed like an impossible task, you were also aware that if you ever wanted to try it, your husband would do anything in his power to make the experience as comfortable and as pleasurable for you as possible.

Regardless of that, you still felt apprehensive about the whole thing.

Well, that was until the topic had spontaneously come up during your monthly drinks with two of your best friends, Sora and Yumi – Wonwoo and Jeonghan’s wives.

—

“You’ve never done anal?!” Sora gasped rather loudly, earning a bunch of judgmental and confused looks from the other customers.

“Yah! Do you want the whole bar to know my business or what?” you hissed, obviously embarrassed by her sudden outburst. Announcing to the entire bar that you’d never been fucked in the ass was not on your to-do list tonight.

“Sorry, I was just a little shocked. I mean, we all know Mingyu loves your ass, so we just assumed that...you know,” she mumbled with a slight shrug.

You let out a sigh before you took another sip from your cocktail. “Yeah, well. We haven’t. He asked, but I wasn’t sure. He’s...big.”

Yumi laughed at your final statement. “Trust me, you’re missing out on something, Y/N.”

“Why don’t you enlighten me then, Yumi?” you mused, looking at her expectantly.

“Well, I think I’ve had some of my best orgasms from doing anal with Hannie. Like, not even kidding, the leg-shaking, mind-numbing kind that makes you want to pass out from how good it is,” she exclaimed.

Sora nodded in agreement. “I second that. Wonwoo makes me squirt like crazy whenever he fucks my ass.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you chuckled, suddenly feeling a little less apprehensive about the idea after hearing their positive experiences. “I guess I have been thinking about it a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, feeling comfortable enough to share that piece of information with them.

“And you want to try it?” Yumi questioned.

“I guess, but…”

“But what? You’re afraid he’s going to split you apart?” Sora giggled. “Wonwoo has a big dick too, you know? And I’m still alive.”

You just rolled your eyes at her goofiness. But you had to give it to her...she did have a point.

“Anyway,” Yumi started. “What Sora is trying to say is that if it’s done right and with someone you trust, it can be the best thing ever.”

“Exactly. There’s nothing to be afraid of, especially not when you have someone like Mingyu to take care of you. Forget all the bad stories you’ve heard. It’s different for everyone anyways,” Sora joined in.

Yumi nodded. “Right. And the most important thing is that you’re doing it because you want to do it. If you’re trying to force yourself, it will only be uncomfortable for the both of you.”

“Okay, so let’s say I want to try it, right? I still wouldn’t even know where to start or how to bring it up to Gyu,” you sighed, throwing your head back in frustration before reaching for your drink again.

“Well, then you’re in luck, because you have two best friends who can teach you all about it,” Yumi smirked. “What do you say? You in?”

How could you not be when they were offering their help?

You finally let out a breathy chuckle before nodding your head. “Yes, I’m in. Please teach me everything you know.”

“Oh, this is going to be good,” Sora grinned as she rubbed her hands together in excitement. “Now the real talk can begin.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Yumi said, a similar grin adorning her face.

What the hell did you just agree to?

“So,” she continued before leaning a little closer to you, “let’s start with butt plugs.”

“Oh god.”

—

That’s how you ended up where you were, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel covering your damp body and the toy you’d recently bought clutched tightly in your left hand.

“Gyu?”

“Just a second, baby. I’m playing with the guys,” your husband responded, his eyes glued to the large TV screen on the wall.

“Gyu,” you called again – you couldn’t care less about the game he was playing and you bet that he’d forget about it the moment he noticed the state you were in.

“Baby, I t-holy shit!” Your husband’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as you stepped into his vision, your towel now thrown aside to give him a full view of your plump body.

“Dude, what’s going on there?” Seungcheol’s confused voice sounded through the headset Mingyu was wearing.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go,” he responded, his eyes hungrily raking over your naked form and in particular the purple butt plug you were holding in your hand. When did you get that?

“Mingyu, what the fuck?”

“We’re literally in the middle of a match!” Wonwoo added, seemingly unhappy with his friend’s lack of focus.

But Mingyu had already made up his mind. “It’s gonna have to be without me. Something urgent came up.”

And before his friends even had the chance to rebut, he’d turned off the TV and flung his headset to the side, his figure already stalking up to you with a determination that sent a wave of tingles down your spine and right to your pussy.

“What’s all of this, baby?” Mingyu couldn’t help but grab two handfuls of your ass, fingers digging greedily into your soft flesh – his dick instantly hardened at the filthy thoughts that invaded his mind.

You grinned widely, already loving the effect you were having on your husband. Usually, he was the one riling you up and getting you all flustered for him, so it was nice to know that you could get the same reaction out of him from time to time.

“Thought I’d surprise you for a change.”

“Well, fuck,” he breathed, one of his hands reaching for the hand that was holding onto the toy. “Does this mean what I think it does?” he asked as he held up your wrist, licking his lips as he inspected the spade shaped object.

“Hmm, why don’t you take me to the bedroom and find out for yourself?”

Mingyu didn’t need any further encouragement. As soon as you’d finished your sentence, he was already dragging you up the stairs and into your spacious bedroom. You just let him, feeling excitement bubbling in your stomach at the prospect of what was about to come.

A squeal left your lips as he not-so-gently pushed you onto the bed, which was followed by him quickly crawling in between your legs to cage you in. You watched in anticipation as your eager husband pinned your hands above your head, his dark eyes boring into your own for a few seconds before he shifted his gaze to the object you were holding.

“Have you been using this on yourself?” he questioned, gently plucking it from your hand.

Your mouth opened as you were about to answer him, but the only sound you ended up producing was a choked moan when you felt the cold tip of the toy come into contact with your hardened nipple.

“Answer me,” Mingyu’s demanding voice echoed through the room.

“Y-Yes. Wanted to be ready for your cock,” you mumbled, your walls fluttering with need as he lightly tapped the plug against your sensitive bud.

Mingyu let out a low groan at that. “God, you’re such a naughty girl.”

You could only hum in response, too focused on the way he was trailing the toy down your chest, every little touch spreading heat through your body from head to toe.

“So, while I was at work, you were stuffing your pretty ass with this?” He stilled the toy right above your belly button.

“Gyu,” you whined, wanting to cover your face with your hands at the slight embarrassment you were feeling from his bold question. Unfortunately for you, your husband still had your wrists pinned to the bed, making it impossible for you to hide from his intense gaze.

He just smirked, enjoying the way your body squirmed in his hold. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby. How did it feel, hmm?” he asked, leaning in slightly to nip at your pouty bottom lip.

“Was big, but so good,” you finally breathed, knowing that he wasn’t going to let you go without an answer.

“Yeah?” he mumbled, pulling back a little so that he could look into your eyes. “And now you can’t get enough? You want my cock in your tight little hole?”

You could only moan in response, your eyes closing as you remembered how full you’d felt with that butt plug up your ass and how fast you’d been able to make yourself cum. If that was any indication of what you’d experience with your husband’s cock filling you up, you were more than excited to try this.

“I need you to say it, baby,” Mingyu mumbled into your ear, his deep voice sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.

“Need you to fuck my ass,” you whimpered, any embarrassment you were feeling having been thrown out the window.

“Fuck. Are you sure?”

“Very.”

“What made you change your mind?” he asked, wanting to be absolutely sure that you were doing this because you actually wanted to do this and not just to please him. Though the latter was highly unlikely – because you were by no means a people pleaser and perfectly capable of saying no to something you weren’t comfortable with – it was a big step and Mingyu needed to know that you were going to be okay at the end of it.

“Just Sora...and Yumi,” you said, referring to your two best friends who had provided you with everything you needed to know.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you can thank them later,” you smiled, finally able to wrap your arms around his neck now that he’d let go of your wrists.

“Are you really sure about this though?” Mingyu frowned, a concerned look taking over his features.

“Gyu, I’m not backing out. I’ve never been more sure about anything,” you assured him, moving one of your hands to cup his cheek.

“Okay,” he started, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “if that’s what my beautiful wife wishes, who am I to deny her?”

He then leaned back in, his breath tickling your face with how close he was. It made you weak with want for the man and he hadn’t even properly touched you yet.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you breathed, returning his smile with your own as you curiously awaited his next move, your eyes never straying from his blazing dark brown orbs.

“I’ll take good care of you, baby,” was the last thing he mumbled before he eagerly pressed his lips to yours. You let out a surprised moan in response, a shiver running down your spine at the sudden intensity of his actions.

In contrast to the sweet words he’d mumbled only moments ago, his lips were anything but that. They were hungry and forceful, his wet tongue dipping inside your mouth insistently as he tried to drown in the taste of you.

His hands moved with equal eagerness as they roamed your body, pulling and kneading your skin with his large warm hands. And you were more than happy to let him. If there was anyone who knew your body best, anyone who knew how to make you crumble with only a simple touch, it would be Mingyu. After years of practice, he had your body mapped out like a professional, from your scars to your stretch marks, to your moles and your beautiful curves. He loved it all and he had no intention of letting you forget about that – as if you ever could with the way he worshiped your body every day.

Everything about the man was intoxicating and it was getting more difficult to think as your mind swirled with arousal. You tried to find something to ground yourself with, but with every kiss and with every touch of his expert fingers sliding across your skin, you felt yourself float further and further away from reality.

It didn’t take long before you had turned into a needy puddle, your pussy throbbing with desire and your mind drunk on the feeling of Mingyu’s electric touches.

You whined out in protest when he detached himself from your bruised lips, but he was quick to shut you up. His lips continued a path down your body, his tongue flicking out to give some teasing licks as he went before coming to a stop at your chest. You watched with anticipation as your husband ran his tongue across his bottom lip, a starved look in his eyes that you recognized all too well.

In the blink of an eye, he had his face buried into your tits with a loud groan, hungrily nipping at the soft squishy skin with his sharp teeth while one of his hands squeezed whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Your body’s automatic response was to arch into it, only wanting more, your own hands desperately tugging at his shirt as you felt yourself getting impatient at the pace with which you were going.

Your husband grinned as he slowly retreated, opting to pinch one of your hardened buds. “Aren’t you a needy little thing?”

“M-Mingyu,” you whimpered, shuddering from the sudden wave of pain mixed with pleasure that coursed through your body. “Please.”

“I’m just calling it as I see it, baby,” he teased, his grin morphing into a devilish smirk as he keened at the sight of you begging for him.

“Don’t t-tease me.”

“Then tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want your clothes off,” you mumbled, reaching up once again to tug at the white t-shirt he had on.

But Mingyu wasn’t going to give you what you wanted just yet. “And what else?”

“Wanna suck your cock.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck that sweet little mouth of yours?” he questioned, his dick twitching in his pants as he imagined your pretty lips wrapped around his length.

The moan you let out at his question sounded like music to his ears. “Yes, wanna make you feel good.”

Your husband knew that you loved his dick, especially when he used your mouth to get himself off – the sloppier and messier, the better. It always had your pussy dripping for him by the end of it and if Mingyu loved one thing, it was the sound of your squelching pussy as he fucked into you. He’d be crazy to refuse such a tempting offer from his eager wife.

His cock was in your hand as soon as he’d gotten rid of all his clothes, your skillful fingers gliding up and down his length at an agonizing pace. Your burning eyes followed every twitch in your husband’s facial expression. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly opened and his breath coming out in sharp gasps as you teased him. In your eyes, there was nothing more arousing than knowing you were making him feel good.

“Don’t tease me, baby,” he hissed when you unexpectedly stuck out your tongue to catch a drop of precum that escaped from his tip.

“But it is so fun,” you smiled innocently, knowing damn well what you were doing.

Of course Mingyu, who was very familiar with your games by now, saw right through that. “You’re really asking for it, hmm? How about you open up and let me fuck that attitude right out of you? Is that what you want?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, your head suddenly pulled back by the hand that had made its way into your hair. You could already feel the slick seeping out of your needy cunt, slowly messing up your inner thighs as you watched your husband grab onto the base of his fat cock.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he ordered, tapping his tip on your bottom lip, the salty taste of his precum invading your taste buds.

You reacted almost immediately, opening your mouth wide and extending your tongue, ready to take all of him now that you’d had a little taste of him. Mingyu couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your willingness. He felt a sense of pride at the fact that only he got to ever see you like this, on your knees, practically begging for his cock with those alluring eyes of yours.

Mingyu watched with hungry eyes as your pretty lips stretched around his aching erection, inch after inch of his cock disappearing into your wet and hot mouth. Even after all these years, it was a sight that he could never get tired of. It was just so good. And you took everything he gave you with such ease. It was as if your mouth was made for him and only him, a perfect match made in heaven.

You let out a muffled moan when you felt the tip hit the back of your mouth, feeling completely and utterly full with nearly his entire length stuffed down your throat. Your husband's dick was heavy on your tongue, but oh so heavenly. And the combination of the stretch, the fullness and the faint taste of salty precum was enough to send your mind reeling and your pussy dripping with lust.

“Holy fuck,” Mingyu exclaimed with a gasp, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your hot tongue rubbing along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. “Such a good girl, taking me in like that.”

That earned another moan from you. Mingyu shuddered at the vibrations it sent through his cock, his hips bucking involuntarily as he pushed another inch down your throat.

You gagged in response, your eyes instantly watering from the unexpected move.

The way Mingyu loosened his grip on your hair told you that he was about to pull back, no doubt to ask you if you were okay. But you stopped him, your fingernails digging into his upper thighs to prevent him from moving and your eyes signaling him that you were more than okay.

And you really were. With a cock as big as your husband's, choking was not uncommon and although it had taken some time to get used to it, you'd come to love it, even to the point where it only made you that much wetter for him. Mingyu was well aware of that fact, but he couldn't help but check on you when it happened, always putting your well-being before his pleasure.

That's why you decided to encourage him a little bit more by letting him feel just how 'okay' you were.

While maintaining eye contact with your husband, you took a deep breath through your nose and hollowed your cheeks before sucking. Hard. So hard that it made Mingyu see stars for just a brief moment.

“Shit!” he hissed just as you applied some pressure to one of his sensitive spots with your tongue. “Okay, okay, I get it. You're fine. Fucking hell.”

And apparently, that was all the reassurance Mingyu needed because he almost immediately began moving his hips in rhythm with your head, using the grip he had on your hair to push himself further and further down your throat with every thrust.

Little by little, Mingyu could feel himself start to succumb to his desire, his body completely overtaken by lust as he used your mouth to chase his own high. It didn't take long before he was full on fucking your face, pushing at the back of your head with an urgency that matched the building desire inside him. Pleasure coursed through him with every movement, the sensation of your tight mouth sucking him in only adding to the intensity.

“Shit, baby. You look so fucking hot,” Mingyu groaned, tightening his grip on your hair. You were an absolute mess, with that fucked out look on your face, saliva spilling from both sides of your mouth and your cheeks wet from the tears that had fallen down in the process. He thought you looked absolutely ravishing and it only made him want to ruin your just that much more.

You absolutely loved this side of your husband and you were more than happy to let him use you however he pleased if it meant you got to see him like this from time to time. The way you were drooling all over his cock and the way you were now frantically pumping your fingers into your dripping cunt was more than enough proof that you were enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck. Are you touching yourself, baby?” Mingyu grunted, now able to hear the familiar squelching sounds as you continuously plunged your fingers into your sopping pussy.

The muffled whimper you let out in response nearly sent your husband into a frenzy. To know that you were touching yourself even though he couldn't see it was enough to make him go feral. He started to lose control of his movements, becoming more and more erratic with every flick of your tongue and every squeeze of your lips, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

You were in a similar position, feeling the coil in your stomach getting tighter with every pump of your fingers, so you knew that it wouldn’t take much longer for you to reach your peak.

But then right before either of you had the chance to cum, he pulled you off his spit-covered cock and roughly pushed you onto your back, spreading your legs wide open.

“Mingyu wha-oh fuck!” you yelled, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Mingyu's thick digits replaced your own. From the moment he'd slid them between your slippery walls, he was all over you – his free hand roaming over your curves and his mouth back to nipping at your squishy breasts.

It took him only seconds to find your spot and then he was moving, thrusting his fingers at a pace that made you lose all functioning.

“Gyu, r-right there,” you mewled, completely succumbing to the pleasure your husband was giving you. “C-Cum-ing!”

“Cum for me, baby. Want you to cream all over my hand,” he urged, his mouth glued to your smooth neck as his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot, determined to make you cum.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, finally letting go with a cry of your husband’s name, your walls tightly clenching around his fingers as you trembled beneath him.

“Good girl,” Mingyu mumbled, slowing down his movements before they finally came to a stop. Your body felt like jelly as you watched him pull out and clean his slick-covered fingers with his tongue. “Fucking sweet like always,” he groaned, leaning down to capture your lips into a messy kiss that made you moan into his mouth.

“I wanted your cum though,” you pouted after he’d pulled away, his chin now glistening from the drool that had dribbled down your chin during his assault on your throat.

Your husband could only chuckle at your sulky attitude, loving how you could sound so cute but so naughty at the same time. “Patience, baby. I’m saving it for your pretty little holes.”

“Then do something,” you whined, eyeing his glistening hard cock.

“Yeah? You ready for this then?” he asked, picking up the discarded butt plug from the other side of the bed. You quickly nodded, biting your lip in excitement.

Mingyu turned his body and reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab the lube, and as you watched him coat two of his fingers in the substance, it suddenly dawned on you that you were really about to let your husband play with your ass. Honestly, it made you more than a little nervous.

“Gyu?”

“Yes, baby?” he responded, his eyes turning soft when he noticed the slight tremble in your voice.

“Just go easy on me, okay?”

He leaned in to place a soft kiss onto your lips, followed by another and another until you slowly felt yourself start to relax again. “I will, baby. Trust me.”

“I trust you,” you mumbled. You did. You trusted your husband with anything and this was no different. You wanted this and you wanted to do this with him.

Mingyu, who was satisfied with your reaction, took that as an invitation to continue. “Ass up for me, baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You were on your hands and knees within seconds, your breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to touch you.

Shivers shot through your body when Mingyu’s hands finally made contact with your skin. He gently slid one of his hands up the bare skin of your plush thigh, while the other slid in between your plump ass cheeks.

Your body jerked at the feeling of your husband’scold finger pressing against your puckered rim. He slowly circled it around your hole for a few seconds, letting you get used to it, before carefully dipping it inside.

You gasped at the familiar yet strange feeling. It wasn’t like you hadn’t fingered yourself there before, but with Mingyu doing it, it felt like a whole new experience. He was going easy on you though, slowly pushing his finger deeper inside you, trying to stretch you around his thick digit. His other hand had moved to your hip, softly squeezing your skin to help you stay calm.

It was tight, much tighter than when you’d used your own fingers, but the lube definitely made it easier for Mingyu to slide his finger back and forth between your tense walls.

“You good?” Mingyu’s soothing voice suddenly sounded in your right ear, his finger stilling momentarily.

Your head lolled back onto his shoulder as you tried to comprehend what he’d said, your mind already slightly hazy from the finger that was knuckle-deep inside your ass. “Mhmm, so good. Need more, Gyu,” you begged, your voice raw with need.

Your husband took that as a sign to add another finger. Pulling back his hand, he gently pushed another one of his lubed digits past your rim, letting it join the one that was already in your ass. You slightly tensed up at the new feeling, your breathing coming out in soft gasps as you tried to relax your body.

It took a few reassuring kisses to your shoulder and a bit more lube before Mingyu was able to move his two fingers in a scissoring motion without much resistance. He couldn’t believe that you were actually letting him do this. It was everything he could have wanted and more. Just the sight of your tight hole stretching around his fingers was enough to have his dick twitching with wanton desire.

“Still good?” he asked again when he realized that you hadn’t made a sound in a while.

You nodded frantically, surprising him by pushing yourself back against his hand. “F-Fuck, yes. Don’t stop, Gyu.”

Mingyu groaned, pleased with your response. “You’re doing so well for me,” he said, his eyes focusing on the fingers that you were currently fucking yourself on. “I’m gonna add another,” he announced, reaching for the lube again with his free hand.

This time, the stretch was even bigger. You had to grasp onto the sheets to ground yourself, a strangled moan leaving your lips at the new intrusion. Mingyu was quick to take your mind off the pain, leaning in to whisper words of encouragement into your ear, and brushing his lips across your skin as he slowly fucked three of his fingers into you.

Without you realizing it, your husband had picked up the butt plug again. He softly brought it down onto your skin and started to trail it down your back, all the way until it it came to a stop on your ass cheek. “You ready for some more?” Mingyu asked after a while, lightly tapping the toy against your skin, your ass now stretched perfectly to fit his digits.

“Please...want it,” you whimpered, now realizing that he was talking about the butt plug. Mingyu placed one final kiss onto your neck before pulling away. Slowly, he retreated his fingers, causing you to groan at the empty feeling it left behind.

The sound of lube being squeezed out of the tube caught your attention, and pretty soon, your body was shuddering at the feeling of the cold substance being rubbed all over your hole.

Your breathing hitched as Mingyu placed the lubed-up plug against your ass, teasingly sliding it up and down your crack to prepare you for what was about to come. You lowered yourself to the bed, burying your face in the sheets when you felt Mingyu start to apply some pressure. Once again, the stretch was intense and you couldn’t help but moan out loud at the odd but enjoyable sensation, your hand moving down to your clit for some extra stimulation.

Mingyu was in his own world, watching with fascination as your hole slowly stretched around the purple toy, trying to accommodate its size. He was gripping onto your ass cheek with his other hand for dear life, afraid he was going to lose it if he didn’t have something to hold on to.

His dick was throbbing, back to leaking large beads of precum at the sight below him. “Shit, baby. If only you could see yourself taking it so well...fuck,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your ass when he finally managed to pop the whole thing inside you.

You cursed, taking a few deep breaths to get used to the feeling of the smooth toy filling you up. It felt good, so damn good that you were pretty sure it wouldn’t take much to get you to cum again.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you moaned, wiggling your ass when Mingyu suddenly tugged at the toy. This was followed by a loud smack and then a stinging pain on your left ass cheek, the plug shifting slightly as your body jerked at the impact.

Mingyu nearly creamed himself at the way your soft ass jiggled as a result. “You’re such a good girl for me.” Another slap was delivered to your ass, which elicited a whimper from you. “Wanna fuck you so hard.”

The thought of having Mingyu fuck your pussy with the butt plug still snug inside your tight ass made your walls flutter in excitement. “Please,” you begged, wiggling your ass again since you knew what effect that had on your husband. “Fuck my pussy...want it,” you whined.

Just as you expected, your husband took the bait, never needing much convincing when it came to you. He was quick to grab a hold of his dick, giving it a few hard strokes before guiding it to your leaking cunt.

“Gonna fuck you stupid. You want that, don’t you?” Mingyu’s words came out as a question, but both of you knew that that was exactly what you wanted. His grip tightened on your ass, fingers digging into your supple flesh as he teased your slit.

“Yes! Want you to fuck me stupid,” you nearly cried, desperate for some friction. “Please, need it so bad I-ah!” Without any warning, your husband slid the entirety of his cock inside your pussy, your slick walls sucking him right in with how wet you were.

“Oh god!” The feeling was almost surreal, the warmth of Mingyu’s pulsating cock contrasting with the coolness and smoothness of the plug lodged in your ass. It was the fullest you’d ever been and in this position, you were able to feel everything – every ridge, every curve, every vein. You felt like you were going to burst any minute now if he didn’t move soon.

Mingyu seemed to be thinking the exact same thing. He only pulled back slightly before slamming every inch of his cock back in with rough force. You couldn’t do anything but surrender and cry out in pleasure as your husband pounded your sweet pussy.

The sensation of being stretched from within both holes was overwhelming, but you didn’t want it to stop. You absolutely reeled in the feeling, pleasure clouding your mind and your eyes watering at the continuous stimulation that coursed through your body. Very quickly, you could feel your climax building within you, the coil in your stomach tightening once again as Mingyu’s cock thrust into your sopping wet cunt over and over again.

Mingyu wasn’t doing much better, his own release approaching fast with how tight your walls were gripping onto his cock. That, plus the additional pressure from the purple toy that was still sitting snug inside your ass was only adding to the tension building up inside him, his balls constricting with every thrust.

“Shit shit shit! You’re so tight,” he moaned, his eyes fixated on the way your ass jiggled with every slap of flesh hitting flesh, your pussy squelching with each movement. You couldn’t get a word out, completely out of it as Mingyu increased his pace, only going faster and harder. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

At the same time, he applied some pressure on the plug, pushing it just a little deeper inside. You trembled at the extra stimulation, your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head as you exploded around your husband with a cry of his name.

Mingyu came right after, his own orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks. A loud groan rolled off his lips as he filled you up with his thick warm cum, marking you as his own as he let himself get lost in the feeling of your warm wet pussy spasming around his cock.

Both of you were panting and covered in sweat by the time he stilled. You whined softly as your husband slipped his cock out, already feeling some of his cum start to drizzle out of your cunt.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, leaning himself over your back to look at your face, which was still half buried in the sheets.

“I’m better than that. Felt so full,” you breathed, your legs still shaking from the incredible experience. You were actually hoping that he was ready for some more. “Are you…?” you trailed off, looking up at him with big eyes in the hope that he would know what you were trying to get at.

“Am I what?” he mused, a small grin making its way onto his face. “I didn’t fuck you stupid enough, hmm?”

“You did, but...you know? I need you in my ass,” you replied, moving your hips back to bump against his front.

Mingyu took a deep breath through his nose as he moved back, his hands returning to your ass before delivering another loud smack to both cheeks. “Fuck, woman. You’re insatiable.” You whimpered in response, your ass clenching around the smooth toy. He then chuckled, sliding his hands down to your thick thighs. “But that’s one of the reasons I love you.”

You let Mingyu reposition you, pulling you onto your hands and knees and lifting your ass up a little higher before running one of his hands over the toy. The movement caused the plug to move slightly, stretching your rim just a little bit more as pleasure shot through you.

“Shit,” you gasped, feeling a sudden increase of pressure as you felt him grab a hold of the plug. Slowly, he began to retreat it, careful not to hurt you as it popped out of your shivering body. Mingyu was quick to throw it to the side, taking a few seconds to massage your cheeks and admire the mess the two of you had created. He ran two of his fingers through your folds to scoop up some of his cum that had seeped out of your pussy before rubbing it around your rim.

The sight drove Mingyu crazy, your hole covered in lube and remnants of his and your own arousal, completely ready for him to ruin. He reached for the lube again, this time applying a generous amount to his cock.

You hissed at the coldness of the gel as your husband’s lube-covered tip was placed against your puffy ring, arousal already starting to cloud your mind again.

“You sure you can handle it, baby? My dick is so much bigger than your little toy,” Mingyu’s concerned voice sounded through the room.

“Yes! Fuck me...please, just fuck me,” you begged, not caring about how desperate or needy you sounded at that moment. All you knew was that you needed to feel your husband’s cock inside your ass. And it needed to happen now.

Mingyu could barely contain himself the moment his tip slid past your puckeredrim. It was like he was transported to another dimension, stars appearing in front of his eyes as he basked in the feeling of your walls squeezing him.

“God! So. Fucking. Tight,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth, his hips slowly pressing forward to push more of cock inside.

“Oh my-fuck!” you whimpered, almost feeling as if you were being ripped apart with Mingyu’s fat cock forcing its way between your walls. It was unlike anything you’d felt before, slightly uncomfortable but certainly not unpleasant. And he’d definitely been right though. That butt plug was nothing compared to his cock. He was huge and you were nothing but a whimpering mess as you took every single inch until he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass.

“Breathe for me, baby,” Mingyu mumbled, rubbing soothing circles into your sides as he let you get familiar with the sensations.

“You feel so big,” you whined softly, doing as he instructed before taking some deep breaths to bring down your heart rate. “Can’t believe you’re in my ass.”

“I can’t believe you let me have your juicy ass,” Mingyu grunted as he slowly began to move, gently easing you into it. “ You’re so fucking sexy, you have no idea.”

Your body jolted at the feeling of Mingyu’s fingers making contact with your throbbing clit after he’d draped himself across your back. The unexpected action was a welcome distraction from the slight pain and you found that it instantly made you relax a bit more with each gentle thrust that followed.

As soon as he started to draw circles into your sensitive nub, you felt a change in your body. The discomfort slowly ebbed away, now replaced by little jolts of pleasure that shot through your form. Your head was thrown back in response, your breath coming out in small whines as you relished in the feeling.

“Fuck!” you mewled, fisting the sheets between your hands as your husband slid two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, immediately curling them up to locate your most sensitive spot.

“Okay?” Mingyu asked, a little smirk on his face at the way you were enjoying his cock in your ass.

You could only moan at his question, too fucked out to formulate a proper response just as his fingertips rubbed against that sweet spot inside you. Mingyu took that opportunity to speed up the pace, fucking you harder and using a little bit more force with every thrust until the familiar sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin resonated through the room.

It wasn’t long before you were clinging onto your husband, both of his strong arms holding you up as he forcefully pounded into you, your tits practically bouncing in your face with every rough motion. You were just as eager, clenching around his cock and desperately slamming your ass back to try and match his pace.

Mingyu felt like he was losing it. He was close, so close and he wished he could hold out longer. But you were so fucking tight, he just couldn’t help himself. Any minute and he was going to shoot his load.

“You c-close?” He slightly sped up the movement of his hands, wanting you to cum with him, to feel you trembling in his arms as you came undone for him.

“So close, Gyu! Don’t stop!” you cried, digging your nails into the skin of his toned arms. You couldn’t keep up anymore. With Mingyu speeding up his thrusts and his fingers deep inside your cunt, you were completely putty in his hands, so close to cumming that it felt as if you were about to blow.

“Fuuuck!” Mingyu finally snapped with a loud moan, thrusting his hips forcefully a few more times before he came hard, shuddering from the impact of the immense pleasure that took over him – no doubt the hardest he’d ever come.

The feeling of warm spurts of his cum covering your walls was what sent you over the edge. You gasped, a chorus of moans rolling off your lips as white momentarily flashed before your eyes, your legs automatically clenching shut at the intense stimulation.

Both of you collapsed on the bed right after, Mingyu’s now-softening cock slowly slipping out of you. He immediately took you in his arms, placing one of his hands onto your ass to deliver a small tap to it.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, rubbing your back with the other.

“Perfect,” you smiled, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Everything was perfect,” you added, moving in to kiss his pouty lips.

He smirked, a sudden thought invading his mind. “How’s your ass?”

“My ass is on fire,” you pouted, the statement causing your husband to laugh. “Gyu! Stop laughing, I’m serious!”

“I warned you,” he replied, his smirk now replaced by an amused smile as he teasingly squeezed your plump ass cheek.

“I know, I know,” you sighed, knowing that he was right. “But, I have no regrets.”

“Not a single one?”

“Not a single one,” you confirmed, running your hand through his disheveled hair.

“Does that mean I get to fuck your ass again tomorrow?”

You looked at him as if he’d just grown two heads. Was he actually serious right now?

“Gyu. I just told you my ass is on fire!”

“I could always kiss it better,” he grinned, sticking out his tongue before giving you a sneaky wink.

“You horny idiot,” you giggled, playfully slapping the side of his head.

“But I’m your horny idiot,” he emphasized, squeezing you tighter against him.

“Yes, you are,” you smiled, allowing yourself to melt into his touch.

And really, you wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way. Yes, even if it meant walking around with a sore ass from time to time.

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All of me for you (CL16)

Summary: They came from two completely different worlds, but their hearts spoke the same language.

A/n: This is probably the darkest shit I´ve ever written, but don´t worry it ends well :) It´s also sooooo long sorry for that but I really enjoyed writing it!! Before you start reading, please read the warnings!!! If you feel uncomfortable with any of those, please don’t read.

Let me know what you think!

Also, Charlotte´s kind of a bitch here so don’t forget this is completely fictional!!! Also English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

TW: 18+, mentions of smut, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of drug abuse (not reader), mentions of death (Charles dad), using of y/n

Word count: 7,700

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She´s been working for Ferrari since the start of the season. It was her one shot, her one opportunity to get out of the life her parents had given to her.

She grew up in one of the most dangerous districts of Frankfurt, Germany. A place where nobody had a future, a place where no child had even the hope of dreaming for a better life. Her mother got pregnant from one of her customers, one who couldn’t care less about the twins she gave birth to. Her mother could’ve never afforded any kind of birth control, so she had to trust in condoms. It usually worked, besides this one time. As you know, one time can be enough.

She gave birth to a boy and a girl, both as pretty as could be. Big, green eyes and black hair, faces with visible bone structures. They became inseparable, not moving from each other’s sides. She was always the tough one, the one who made her name count on the streets she grew up on. She was just a girl, but nobody dared to mess up with her. She had everything under control, worked two jobs to be able to afford at least food and the rent for the apartment they shared with their mother. Well, that was when she grew older. Her childhood was nothing to speak of. No child should grow up on the street, begging for money or food. No mother should ask her five year old daughter to go to the bank district, just to ask some business men for money. But we won´t speak of that.

Every child in Germany had to go school, so she and her brother did as well. They got in trouble regularly but managed to graduate somehow after the tenth grade. She was smart, always good in speaking different languages. German, English and Italian were easy for her. Her brother spoke a bit of English, mostly German.

When she turned 15, she got her first job. Waiting in a restaurant wasn’t the best job for a teenage girl, but she needed the money and the tips were amazing. It was the first time in her life where she managed to have enough money, she was even able to afford some new clothes and make up.

When she turned 16, her brother made new friends. She immediately knew that they weren’t good for him, but he wouldn’t listen. It started with weed, smoked in the dark corners of the ghetto. It continued with pills, mushrooms, sometimes acid, until he tried heroin for the first time. Heroin is never a one time thing. It escalated quickly and before he was able to steal y/n´s money, she rather gave it to him. She tried to get him away from the drugs, she really did. Methadone therapy, real therapy, nothing helped because he simply couldn’t get out of his friends group. He relapsed every time. He got weaker from time to time, the drugs destroying his mind and his body. She got used to buy the drugs for him, to keep them for him and to give them to him when he wasn’t in the state to do it. It quickly turned out that one job could never be enough to cover the costs of her brother´s drug abuse, the rent and food, so she got a second job. Her boss in the little Italian restaurant she used to work in, offered her to work in his second location also, just on the weekends. So she did. From Monday to Friday, she would work in the restaurant, Saturday and Sunday were reserved for her working at the bar.

Life seemed to get a little better when she met him, Oliver. Her first real boyfriend. He was a little bit older than her, black hair, beautiful ice-blue eyes. Italian. She met him at work, he made her fall in love quickly. He promised her the stars from the sky, walked her home, bought her presents, was the most caring boyfriend you could imagine. That was until he wanted more. Sex was always a difficult topic for y/n, simply because of her mother. Y/n never wanted to be used just for sex, she wanted it to be with somebody who truly loved her. Something inside of her told her, that Oliver wasn’t the right guy. So she declined, every time he asked or made a move. But he was manipulative, managed to get her to do it. He invited her to his place, roses and candles everywhere and she started to think that it would be good. That it would be the way she always imagined it to be. He started gently. Kissing her, caressing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Their first time was good, y/n was glad that she did it and that he was so gentle. The second time, was different. He wanted to be more in charge, having control over her body. She wasn’t a big fan of this, but didn’t protest. He was on top of her, buried deep inside of her when he lit a cigarette. She frowned, asking him not to smoke while they were having sex. He scoffed, telling her to shut up which she didn’t do. “You want me to put it out?” he asked with a dirty grin and she nodded. So he put it out.

The marks will never leave the spot just below her hip. They don’t hurt anymore, it´s too long ago, but they will always be there, remind her of him. She never told anybody, broke up with Oliver and was surprised when he didn´t have anything against it. Her brother noticed that something had changed, sometimes having clear moments when he was in between injections. It was when she got out the shower, her pyjama pants too low on her waist when he saw the marks for the first time. Y/n didn’t want to know what he did to Oliver, the only thing she knew was that she didn’t have to worry about him anymore.

So she grew older, living in the same apartment as before with her brother and her mother, who they barely saw at all. She was working all night and sleeping all day, drinking in the meantime. Everybody knew her name in the ghetto, everybody knew who her brother was and she was somewhat in charge. She hated this life, but she loved her brother and would’ve done anything to protect him, as far as she could.

When she turned 21, her boss, the owner of the Italian restaurant, offered her a job. One of his friends was the head chef of the Scuderia Ferrari Hospitality and they were looking for a new waitress on the trackside. Y/n couldn’t believe it. This was her chance. But still, she had to say no. She couldn’t leave her brother alone, she was all he had left. But her brother disagreed. The second she told him about the job offer, he did everything to convince her to take the job. Luckily, he had found two guys in the city who he could trust, making it easier for y/n to leave. This was her opportunity for a better life and she had to take it.

So here she was. Working all over the world, for the best racing team ever. She made friends within her first week at work and she especially grew closer to some of the drivers, due to their age. Y/n was one of the younger workers on the team and the drivers liked to be with her. She was funny, always had an open ear for everybody and seemed to have everything under control, all the time. Everybody noticed that she was extraordinary pretty, but all of them agreed on one thing: they couldn’t quite get what it was about her. She was an open book when it came to her opinions and thoughts but she would never share personal experiences. Hell, nobody knew exactly where she came from, which y/n enjoyed a lot. She could be somebody in the world of Formula One, nobody knew her story and her flaws, it was a brand new start for her and she wouldn’t waste it. One driver had his eyes on her, specifically. Charles Leclerc, driver for Scuderia Ferrari.

Y/n knew how beautiful the driver was, even before she started to work for the team. When she got to know him, she noticed that he was also humble, funny, charming and his heart was made of gold. Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend. A beautiful girlfriend, who wasn’t very fond of the idea of Charles and y/n being friends. But they couldn’t help it. The connection the two of them had grew deep and none of them was able to understand why. They laughed together, over the most basic things in the world. They could always count on each other and they would stick together through thick and thin. They soon started to call each other best friends. Charles promised Charlotte, his girlfriend, that nothing has ever happened between him and y/n, and he said the truth. Y/n would never start something with a guy who´s taken, Charles could never cheat on his girlfriend, even when sometimes, his heart pounded for someone else..

It was Sunday, race day, almost 10pm. The race was long over, nobody being left in the paddock but a few workers. Charles was still there also, sitting in the big red motorhome. “Charlotte, please I need to talk to someone, I feel like a loser right now”, he said with a trembling voice, then sighed. “No, I understand. Have fun with your girls, bye”, he said before he hung up. He was sitting on the big red couch, letting the tears fall down on his face when he let out his emotions. This day has been a day to forget. He DNF´d after 6 laps in the race. It wasn’t his fault, just engine failure. Still, he needed to win this race. For him. He sobbed, not noticing that someone entered the room.

Y/n wanted to lock up all the rooms before going back to the hotel, when she noticed light coming from one of the rooms. She went in, to see her best friend sitting on the couch, crying. “Charlie”, she gasped and headed over to him, wrapping her arms around his body to pull him close. “Hey, what´s going on?” Of course she knew that he dnf´d, but he usually wouldn’t cry because of that. “I wanted to make him proud”, Charles sobbed, pressing his head against her shoulder. “Shh”, y/n cooed, pressing a kiss on his head. “He died five years ago from today and what did I earn since then? Nothing”, he rambled and y/n put his face in her hands to force him to look at her. “Charles, I want you to listen to me now”, she started. “Your father is the proudest man ever. You´ve achieved so much, driving for Ferrari, winning for Ferrari. Maybe not today, but you did win and you will continue winning. And it´s not only about your achievements in racing, is it? You are the most beautiful human being I have ever met. Your father can be so, so proud of who you´ve become.” She wiped a tear from his face, happy that no tears followed, before she went on. “I don’t know where your father is right now, but he and Jules are watching you every second, and they will tell anybody what a beautiful man you are, I know it”, she said and smiled at him, caressing his cheek with her thumb. “Do you really think so?” he asked and she nodded quickly. “I´ve never been more sure about anything”, she answered and he leaned his head against hers. “Let´s get out of here, have you eaten?” she asked and he shook his head. She stood up and reached out her hand for him to grab it. „Pizza and Harry Potter?“ she asked and his eyes glowed when he nodded.

„Why is it that your hotel rooms are always way more comfortable than mine?“ Charles asked and finished his last piece of pizza. „I actually have no idea what you mean. You always get the suites which are way nicer than my tiny rooms“, y/n answered and chuckled. „Mhm, I guess it’s just because of your company then“, he said and turned to look at her.

They were laying on their stomachs, head facing the TV on the wall. She laughed and didn’t look at him, knowing that she would lose herself in his blue-green eyes. She had this feelings for him for quite a while now, butterflies flying around in her stomach whenever he was around, a deep desire to explore his lips with hers whenever he opened his mouth. But she couldn’t. Not because he didn’t return her feelings, actually she was pretty sure that he felt the same way. But he had a girlfriend. She didn’t know why he didn’t break up with her but it was for the best. She wasn’t the right girl for him. Charlotte was. She grew up in a health family, never had to face hunger or drug problems. Ferrari‘s golden boy and some broke ass waitress from the ghetto? No way this would work out. She got pulled out of her thoughts when he talked again.

„Thank you, y/n“, he whispered and she smiled. „Anytime, Charlie“, she returned and noticed that he didn’t stop looking at her. „Why is it that you‘re always there for me while my girlfriend is out drinking with her friends?“ he asked and y/n sighed. She didn’t have an answer. She didn’t understand Charlotte, didn’t like her much also. Still, she wasn’t the one to talk bad about one’s girlfriend. „I don��t know Charles, but I’ll try to always be there, I promise“, she answered and tried to focus on the movie again. Not for long, though. He placed two fingers on her cheek and turned her face so she would look at him. Their eyes locked immediately and green met blue. For a second her eyes flickered to his lips, who were slightly parted. She licked over her own, unconsciously, but it was enough for him to go crazy. He leaned forward, his lips striping hers softly. Almost cautiously, as if she could disappear any second. Her lips started moving against his, but they knew it was wrong. They pulled back, already out of breath. „I should go“, Charles stated without opening his eyes, y/n just nodded.

They didn’t talk about it, ever, but Charlotte seemed to notice that something has changed in y/n´s and Charles relationship. They were still hanging out often, but not as much as before. At first she was happy, thinking that maybe they had a fight and weren’t friends anymore but she quickly realized that it was something else. She has never liked y/n, never liked how she always managed to get everyone’s attention. She didn’t know that this was the last thing y/n wanted. Charlotte got crazy over how less she knew about that girl who slowly stole her boyfriend, she didn’t know that Charles basically didn’t know anything, either.

“I´m just wondering why you spend so much of your time with somebody you barely know!” she yelled, hands over her head while Charles was standing in front of the mirror, styling his hair. “Charlotte, I know y/n better than anybody. She´s always there for me and I just enjoy being around her, as a friend.” Charlotte scoffed. “Always there for you. Are you still mad at me because I wasn’t there the other night? You knew that I was in Monaco with friends!” He sighed and turned to her, satisfied with his hair. “I had one of the worst days and you weren’t there. I don’t blame you for not being by my side, I blame you because you couldn’t even listen to me on the phone. We talked about that a hundred times now, I´m tired of discussing it again”, he stated. “Now, come on. The others are probably waiting already”, he said and the two of them made their way to the hotel lobby to meet the others before they had dinner together.

Charlotte was strolling through the garage during the first practice session, when the head hospitality coordinator headed towards her. “Charlotte! You´re a friend of y/n, aren’t you?” she asked and Charlotte nodded slowly, not sure what to answer to that. She didn’t have much time to think about it, since the woman in front of her just continued speaking. “Great! Listen, I really need y/n to sign those papers for her contract renewal, but I can´t find her anywhere and I really have to be somewhere! Could you give those to her? I can trust you with that right?” she asked, again not leaving her enough time to answer. She handed her a big envelope and rushed away. Charlotte frowned, but realized what she held in her hands. If this was y/n´s contract renewal, everything was inside right? Where she came from, maybe even family situations, what she did before, everything. She had to hide a mischievous grin before she walked away to Charles motorhome, knowing that she would be unbothered for at least half an hour.

She didn’t find out everything, but everything she needed to know. After searching her address on the internet she found out that y/n came from one of the worst areas in Germany. She had to put in an emergency contact and chose her mother, because who else could she have chose instead? Charlotte found out where her mother worked and also that y/n had contact with the police quite a few times. Nothing serious, since Ferrari would’ve never hired her otherwise, but serious enough so that y/n wouldn’t want anybody to find out. She also googled y/n´s full name and found out that she has a twin brother, who was involved in various drug crimes in the past few years. She found enough to make sure that y/n wouldn’t be a problem between her and Charles anymore.

“Y/n, do you have a moment?” Charlotte asked while y/n was pouring herself some coffee, since she was on her break. “Sure”, she mumbled and frowned not knowing what Charlotte possibly wanted from her. “Your boss wanted me to give you these”, Charlotte said and handed her the envelope. “Oh, thank you”, she said and frowned again. Before she could say anything, Charlotte headed away.

It was the evening after the race when everything escalated. Charles and Charlotte, Carlos and Rebecca, Max and Kelly and y/n were sitting in Max´s suite, just having some chats and drinks. They were talking about nothing really, when Charlotte turned the attention to y/n. “Oh my god, y/n I wanted to ask you how´s your brother?” Y/n froze and looked at her. “What? Why what happened to your brother?” Charles asked. He knew that you had a brother but nothing more. Without stopping to look at Charlotte, y/n answered. “Nothing important, really. He´s better”, she stated knowing that Charlotte wouldn’t stop now. “Really? Did he get therapy or something? I couldn’t imagine having a junkie as a brother, this must be so hard. Also that you had to deal with it for so many years and even had trouble with the police.. you´re very strong”. Her words dripped from sarcasm and y/n had to focus not to lose control. Of course she read everything that was in the envelope. She should’ve known. “Wait what´s going on? Charlotte why do you know all these things?” Charles asked. “Charlotte, stop. Now”, y/n said with a tone that gave everybody goosebumps. Charlotte swallowed, knowing that she didn’t want to mess with y/n, but she had a plan and she had to stick to it. “What do you mean? I thought she told you everything about her. Also about her mother and all that”, she continued and y/n pinched her thigh, hoping that this was all a bad dream.

She couldn’t look at Charles, knowing that she would see the betrayal in his eyes. Not only did she not say anything to him about her family, she lied to him. She told him that her mother was working in a grocery store and her brother was studying at the university to become a teacher. She told him that her dad was working in the bank district of Frankfurt, which may have been true, she didn’t know. “Y/n?” Charles asked but y/n looked at Charlotte. “I think couldn’t live with the fact that my mother was a prostitute”, she said as if she didn’t destroy y/n´s life. Nobody said a word, the whole situation extremely uncomfortable for everybody around. Charles stared at y/n, waiting for her to look at him to tell him that it wasn’t true. That she didn’t lie to him all this time.

She couldn’t. She stood up, grabbed her phone and left the room. She never had problems with conflicts, but she couldn’t look Charles in his beautiful blue eyes right now. She made her way to her room, tears blurring her vision. She didn’t know why she wanted to cry. Out of anger? Out of sadness? Probably everything at once. She knew that this was it. Even if Charlotte hasn’t told her boss everything she knew, even if she wasn’t fired, how could she ever talk to one of the guys again? Charles would never forgive her, she knew that. He hated nothing more than lying, he told her that within the first week after they´ve met. Also, Charlotte would tell anybody. If she stayed, everybody would know her situation by the end of next week. Her reputation would have a bad influence on Ferrari, and they would fire her eventually.

She grabbed her suitcase and threw everything in, not caring about any kind of organization. A heavy knock on her door stopped her from continuing. She wiped the tears from her face as best as she could before she opened the door. Charles stormed in, furious. “I can´t believe she would say things like that? She´s so fucking jealous that she started to spread lies and rumours about you, who does she think she is?!” he yelled but stopped and frowned when he saw the suitcase. “What are you doing?” he whispered and looked at her. “Leaving”, she stated and he widened his eyes. “Why would you leave? I break up with her y/n, I swear. How could I be with someone who´s capable of doing such things?” he asked and y/n finally looked at him, laying all of her honesty in her eyes. She didn’t have to say anything. Charles parted his lips. “It´s true”, he whispered. “She didn’t lie”, he stated and y/n looked down. “She didn’t lie, but you did”, he said and suddenly his eyes weren’t shining anymore. “You lied to me, all this time”, he repeated and y/n swallowed hard before the tears started to stain her face again. “Charles, I couldn’t tell you. I just wanted a fresh start, I-“ “Don´t. You lied to me. I don’t care why.” “Charles-“ “Goodbye, y/n. If that´s even your real name”, he said and stormed out, leaving y/n sobbing and crying on the floor.

Charles didn’t speak to Charlotte before he followed y/n. She went back to their shared room in the meantime, satisfied with how it all worked out. Her happiness lasted for about ten minutes, until Charles came back. He didn’t say anything when he came in, just grabbing Charlotte´s bag. “Charles- what are you doing?” she asked with wide eyes. “You´ll leave. I don´t want you here”, he said and threw some of her stuff inside her bag. “Excuse me? Stop it! You can´t just throw me out where am I supposed to go?” she yelled. “I don’t fucking care. Get a room and let them put it on my credit card I don’t care. Just get out of my sight”, he spat and she scoffed. “What did she tell you, huh? Did she tell you that I lied? Believe me Charles-“ “She didn’t tell me that you lied. I know that you said the truth. But what kind of person does that? In front of so many other people? You exposed her to her friends instead of just talking to me in private.” Charlotte scoffed again. “She lied to you and still managed to make me the bad guy?” “No. You´re both bad. I don’t want to see any of you, so get out of my fucking room!” he yelled and she startled, grabbing her bad which was know almost completely packed. “We´re over, if that wasn’t clear”, he said before he slammed the door shut behind her.

It didn’t take long for y/n to fall into old patterns. Working in the little Italian restaurant, buying drugs for her brother who almost didn’t notice that she was back, saving her drunk mother from sleeping next to the toilet in the bathroom. It almost felt like her time at Ferrari was nothing but a fever dream. Lando texted her, sometimes, asking her if she needed anything. She barely replied. She appreciated it for sure, but it was better for anybody if she stayed out of their business. She decided, or persuaded herself, that it was better like this. She wasn’t the right person to be with Charles and she would’ve never been. Still, she missed him, every second of the day. She kept their little kiss in her heart, nobody could take it away from her. She realized how much she loved him, not only as her best friend. But still, it was better this way.

Charles didn’t think so. He was angry, furious even for a few days. But then it hit him like a train. How much he missed her, how much she had changed his mood every day, what big of an impact she had on his mood. Since she was gone, his laughs were less frequent. Suddenly he didn’t know who he could talk to, didn’t know who to turn to after a bad qualifying, a bad race or simply after a bad day. He missed her stupid jokes, the way she wore her hair in a braided ponytail, the way she never missed to look stunning and mysterious. Now he knew what was so mysterious about her. He missed how she gave him a feeling of safety, even if he didn’t need it. He missed how she fell asleep sometimes when they had a movie night, the ultimate proof for him for how much she trusted him. However, he tried to ignore his feelings. She lied to him and obviously had way bigger issues than he could’ve ever known. Charles had to hold back his tears when the hospitality coordinator asked him what happened to y/n and he had to explain that she left. He was angry at y/n for bringing him in situations like that. But fuck, as soon as he was alone in his hotel room he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He had to see her again, even if it was just for one time. He wanted to tell her how much she hurt him, he wanted to kiss her goodbye and beg her to come with him- what? No, that wasn’t what he wanted. He hated her, right? Didn’t miss her. At. All.

He dialled her number multiple times, never had the guts to actually call her.

In September he had to go to Germany for a karting event, at Hockenheim Ring. The track was about an hour away from Frankfurt and Charles heart beat faster just by the thought of being so close to her. What would his heart do if they were standing in front of each other? Well, he was about to find out because without wasting a second thought about it, he rented an old Volkswagen and made his way to Frankfurt. He had no idea what her address was, but he figured that he could just ask for the ghetto, right? Worst case would be that he would have to actually call her. The reason he rented a car like this was that he didn’t need fans or paparazzi to follow him. Whatever place he was heading to, it wasn’t a place for him to be. It also wasn’t a place for y/n to be.

He reached the city centre of Frankfurt and opened his phone to google where this area was located. He only had to type in “Frankfurt Ghetto” and it came up immediately. He switched to Google Maps and followed the GPS until he noticed that the landscape changed. Instead of modern buildings and people wearing business clothes, this place was full of big, old, ugly towers. Garbage cans and bags were laying everywhere, barely any plants or trees to see. People in sweatpants and dirty clothes were standing in every corner, watching him as he drove by. Charles made sure that his car was locked from the inside. He swallowed when he passed a big building with neon lights, knowing what was inside. He was wondering if that was the place where her mother worked. He swallowed and tried to stay calm. Suddenly, he couldn’t go any further. He was standing in front of two big building with parking lots on his left side. The only way was to the left or back to where he came from. He decided to stay in the car for a while and looked around. A few people were around, without paying attention to him luckily. A young man was sitting on the stairs of one building, fidgeting with his leather bracelets. Suddenly, the man looked up and Charles gasped. He looked like her. Same face, same hair, same bone structure. He was very thin, as if the wind could blew him over and he was wearing black shorts and a ripped black t shirt with a lot of stains.

Charles breathed out heavily and got out of the car. He knew that it was insane what he was doing. He knew that this guy was an addict, what if he was dangerous? Maybe he would rob him. But he was probably his only chance to find her.

He took a few steps towards the man who already looked at him. He didn’t stand up when Charles stood in front of him. “I know who you are”, he stated and Charles tried to control his breath. “You´re the driver y/n likes so much”, he said and Charles heart skipped a beat. “You´re her brother, right?” he dared to ask and the man nodded. Unexpectedly, he held out his hand. “Nico”, he said and Charles was unsure what to do. Eventually, he took his hand and shook it for a second before taken it back. “Charles”, he answered and sat down next to him. “What are you doing here?” Nico asked and Charles kicked a little pebble stone away from the stairs. “I wanted to see her. I miss her”, he answered truthfully. “She thinks you hate her”, Nico said and a painful ache went through Charles body. “I could never hate her”, he whispered. “Me neither. She´s an angel”, Nico said and Charles gave him a light smile. “Are you going to take her with you?” Nico asked and Charles shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if she wants to come back.” “Of course she does. Even if she says she doesn’t. Since she came back she didn’t speak much, but when she did than it was only about you”, Nico said.

Charles wondered how much he could give on his words. Was he on drugs right now? Probably. If not, he wouldn’t be able to speak normal like this, right? Or was he? Charles didn’t know, he never had contact with a drug addict. “She has to go with you. She can´t stay here. She´s too good for this place”, Nico said and his voice started to slur a little. Charles frowned, realizing that he should end this conversation. “Nico, do you know where y/n is?” he asked. “She should be here soon, she had to work today”, he answered and looked at the stairs. “I should go”, he said and stood up immediately. Charles looked up to him. “Please don’t hurt my sister. She´s everything I have. I wouldn’t want her to go, but she has to. Don’t let her stay here”, he whispered and run away. Charles frowned and wondered what kind of guy Nico would be today, if he had never started taking drugs.

Y/n had already seen him when Charles turned his head. She was only a few metres away from him, staring at him as if he was a ghost. Charles stood up, quickly and wiped the dust off his pants. Neither of them said a word, before he was standing right in front of her. All the anger, all the hate was blown away as he saw her. Her long, black hair was falling over her shoulders. She was wearing high waisted jeans, as always, and a short white top. Her white sneakers were dirty. She looked beautiful. “Am I dreaming?” she whispered and Charles shook his head. “You still owe me an explanation”, he said and she clenched her jaw a little. “Not here”, she stated.

Only fifteen minutes later they were sitting around a small table in a café. Y/n didn’t know what to say, although she knew what he wanted to hear. “I talked to your brother”, Charles said and she looked at him. “Don´t worry. It was a nice conversation, actually.” “What did he say to you?” she asked and played with the handle of her cup of tea. “That I should take you with me again, because you miss me”, Charles said and couldn’t hide a little smirk. A smile flitted across her lips. “I thought you´d hate me”, she whispered and looked back at the table. “I tried”. “Couldn’t”, he added. “Y/n, I want to hear the truth from you. Everything.” And y/n told him everything.

From her childhood, her mother, her unknown father. She told him about her time at school and how Nico got in contact with drugs. How she always had to be responsible for her family. She told him about her ex-boyfriend who hurt her so much, she didn’t tell him what he did in detail. Maybe that was something for another time.

She told him about the nights she had to stay in jail, because she got caught buying drugs for her brother and how she managed to change the story a little for Ferrari, so that she would still get the job.

She told him about her jobs and how happy she was when she got the job at Ferrari. She told him that she was so happy when she met him that she didn’t want to ruin anything by telling him the truth. She told him how happy she was that she could finally start over. Nobody knew about her past or about her brother and nobody feared her the way they do in the ghetto.

“I know that I lied to you. I regret it now, knowing that I could’ve trust you with it. But I was so scared, Charles. I never had someone like you in my life, I couldn’t risk losing you. I know that I was selfish, and I can´t ask for you to forgive me. But I want you to know that I´m sorry.” Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat after telling him everything. She got nervous when he didn’t answer right away. “I do forgive you, y/n”, he whispered and she finally looked at him again. “Yes you hurt me, yes you lied to me but now I understand why you did all these things. I think I wouldn’t have acted differently in your situation. Of course I could never imagine being in your situation, but I forgive you”, he said and y/n couldn’t stop the sob from leaving her mouth. Tears were running down her face and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, afraid that this was all a dream and he would disappear again.

After a few minutes, she tried to calm down and let go of him. “I should go back”, she said. “Have to look after my brother”. Charles nodded and grabbed his keys before he drove them back to her place. The sun already started to set and Charles knew that he had to convince her soon. He wanted her to come with him and he wouldn’t leave her again. Not here. She got out of the car and headed towards her brother, who was sitting on the stairs again. “Everything alright?” she asked and Nico nodded, looking at Charles who stood behind her. “I will go upstairs. Leave you two alone.” Before he left he whispered something in y/n´s ear, so that Charles couldn’t hear.

Y/n turned to Charles. “Where are you staying?” she asked and he shrugged his shoulders. “I´ll get a hotel in the city. You can choose”. Y/n frowned. “Why would I choose?” “Because you´re coming with me. You didn’t think I´ll leave you here, right?”

She took a step towards him. “Charlie, you have no idea how glad I am that you forgave me. But what I did is unacceptable. I just left, without saying a word. Ferrari will never give me my job back. I hate it, I really do, but this is where I belong. I messed up everything and I deserve to be here”. “No you don’t. And you didn’t mess up anything. Yes, you should’ve said the truth from the beginning, but you did a fantastic job at Ferrari. And the only thing you lied about was where you´re coming from. You´re personality, your humour and your whole being was real. Charlotte was the one who messed it up. You´re right, maybe Ferrari won´t let you work for them but you could at least apologize and ask, right? And if they don’t take you, maybe another team will. Or I´ll hire you as my assistant or something.” He took another step towards her so that their noses almost touched. “I´ll do anything. Just come with me.” Y/n sighed. “I´m not leaving without you, y/n”, he whispered and she closed her eyes for a second. She cupped his face with her hands and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips touched for a few seconds, before she let go of him. She loved him. She loved him so much that it hurt. But was he really so foolish to love her back?

“I know that you worry about your brother, but he told me that-“ “I´m coming with you, Charles”, she interrupted him. “He just told me that he will never talk to me again if I wouldn’t go with you”.

After packing her things and saying goodbye to her brother, y/n and Charles were looking for a hotel. After checking in, y/n immediately took a shower as long as possible. She washed her hair, her body and shaved, she felt like a new human being afterwards. She changed into a short pyjama, shorts high enough to cover the marks on her hip. They didn’t even talk about sharing a bed, they just knew that they wouldn’t leave each other´s sides.

They were laying next to each other, the room was completely dark but the moon managed to bring in some light through the curtains. Y/n was snuggled at Charles side, listening to the sound of his beating heart. “Y/n?” Charles asked. There was one question he always wanted to ask her. He wanted to ask her when she didn’t want to show herself in a bathing suit at the hotel´s pool in Spain. The second time was when she screamed at him to leave the room because she wanted to change, even though she just wanted to change into sweatpants. He wanted to know everything. “Hmm?” she hummed and drew little circles on his chest.

“Why are you always covering your hip?” he asked and she gulped. “You will know it soon enough”, she answered and he was somewhat satisfied with that answer. The last thing he wanted was to pick a fight. “I want to kiss you again”, he whispered and she lifted her head to look at him. She rolled herself on top of him and started to kiss his jawline before stopping right over his lips. With a quick look of reassurance, he pressed his lips on hers. She moaned by the feeling of his soft lips, craving it for such a long time. He ran his tongue over her lower lip and she opened her mouth a little, to let him in. His hands were on her hips and he groaned when she squeezed his biceps a little. He quickly turned her around, so that he laid on top of her.

She hesitated and stopped kissing him, clearly feeling unwell with not being in control. Charles pressed his lips on the side of her neck. “We can stop whenever you want. But you don´t have to be in control all the time”, he whispered and spread little kisses from her neck to her jawline. He lifted his head and looked at her, her eyes fixating on him. “Do you trust me?” he asked and she quickly nodded. “100 percent”, she answered and he smiled. “You say the word and I stop”, he reassured her and started to spread kisses down her body. Y/n was already going crazy by his touch, she didn’t have sex since what happened with her ex-boyfriend. She thought she would never trust anybody with her body again, but she felt safe with Charles. She knew that he would never do something she didn’t want. So she let it happen.

She let him kiss her clothed breast, let him slid his hands under her shirt to caress them. He kissed her stomach but made no attempts to take off her pants. Instead, he pressed his lips on her inner thigh, kissing his way all the way down to her ankle just to go back up.

He grabbed the hem of her shorts, looking up to her. She nodded, slowly, closing her eyes as she felt him pulling down her shorts. He pressed a kiss on her thigh, then the other one. He kissed the left side of her hip and made his way over her belly button, before he reached the scarred spot. Three little round marks were there and Charles closed his eyes for a few seconds. “Did he do this to you?” he asked and looked at her. She only nodded again. “Did Nico take care of him?” he asked and felt relieved when she nodded once more. Carefully, he striped his lips over her skin. He felt the uneven surface of where the marks are and she gasped a little. He pushed himself up and hovered over her. “You´re beautiful, do you know that?” he asked. “Nothing could ever change that”. He didn’t wait for her reply, knowing that he wouldn’t get one.

He started pressing against on her body again, more demanding this time. He kissed her marks again before he got lower. She breathed heavily, waiting for him to finally touch her where she needed him most. Not wanting to tease her, he pressed his lips on her core. She gasped and bended her neck which made him smile.

His tongue found all the right places. He ate her out as if he was starving and he was in a way. He had to wait too long for this, imagined how she would taste like too often. Y/n was overwhelmed by the feeling, knowing that she wouldn’t last long. She grabbed his hair and moaned, never wanting this moment to stop. “Char-“ she gasped when her high washed over her, releasing her from the pressure. He hummed and licked over her now sensitive clit a couple more times before he pushed himself up to her again. Her taste and her sounds caused his cock to be painfully hard, but he didn’t want to rush things. “We don’t have to go further tonight”, he said and gave her a quick kiss. She shook her head, eagerly. There was no way she´d stop now. “Want all of you tonight, Charlie”, she whispered and he groaned, kissing her neck again. “I don´t have a condom, mon amour”, he mumbled and she forced him to look at her. “I´m on birth control. And I trust you”, she said.

Since she got her first period, birth control was the most important thing for y/n. Bad things happened in the ghetto and even though luckily nothing like this ever happened to her, she knew what happened to her mother. To avoid being in the same situation, she saved all her money to get an IUD.

Charles was quick with getting rid of his pants, lining himself up over her entrance. “Please”, she gasped and he slid inside her, overwhelmed by the feeling of her. “God, y/n”, he moaned and moved slowly, needing to get used to her tightness. “Faster”, she moaned after a few thrusts and he picked up his pace. “You´re making me crazy”, he moaned and slid one arm under her back to have her in a better grip. “Fuck, Charles”, she moaned loudly and he hissed, knowing that he wouldn’t last long tonight.

He felt her walls clenching around him after some time and when her orgasm gripped him tightly inside of her, he got pushed over the edge. With a few sloppy thrusts he finished inside of her, breathing heavily as he leaned his head against hers. Never had he experienced sex this intense. “Fuck, y/n”, he gasped.

She wanted him to say it. He wanted to say it. They´ve waited too long, had to hide their feelings for too long and he couldn’t wait much longer. But what if it was too early? What if she wasn’t ready for saying it too? Would it matter? Every single one of Charles thoughts got washed away when she opened her mouth. “Say it”, she whispered and he groaned. His hand found its way to her cheek, his heart pounding fast inside his chest. “Je t´aime, y/n”, he whispered and she breathed in heavily, afraid that her heart would jump out of her chest. “I love you too, Charles”.

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kolyasupremanxy · 1 year

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I saw that your requests are open sooooo...

Could you maybe do s/o who moans randomly into their ears with Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya and Nikolai?

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff ( ? ) , lime ( ? )

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slight nsfw ( ? )

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

𝐀/𝐧: Ik I didn't get what u requested but....

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

You couldn't believe you just let out a random moan in Dazai's ear. Your cheeks immediately turned red with embarrassment as you tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you go.

"Y/n, did you just moan in my ear?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

You tried to play it off, "N-no, of course not! Why would I do that?"

Dazai chuckled, "You know, I wouldn't mind if you did it again."

Your face turned even redder, "I-I didn't do it on purpose, Dazai. It was just a reflex!"

"Sure it was," he teased, still holding you close. "But you know, I wouldn't mind exploring some of those other reflexes of yours."

You swatted his arm, "Stop it, Dazai! You're making it worse!"

Dazai's smirk grew wider as he leaned in closer to your ear, "But, Y/n, you have no idea how much I love it when you moan."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, feeling the heat rush to your face. You knew Dazai loved to tease you, but this felt different. His tone was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

"Stop it, Dazai," you whispered, trying to control the heat that was building up inside you.

Dazai leaned back, still smirking but a glint of something more serious in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I couldn't resist teasing you. But I promise I won't push it further if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that the teasing had ended so quickly.

Dazai seemed to read your mind, his smirk returning. "Don't worry, Y/n. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to make you moan again."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Despite his teasing, you knew that Dazai cared for you deeply and would never push you beyond your limits.

And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't mind if he made you moan a little more often...

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

You were sitting beside Fyodor, listening intently as he spoke about his plans for Decay of Angels. His voice was low and mesmerizing, sending shivers down your spine. Without warning, a soft moan escaped your lips as Fyodor's breath ghosted over your ear.

Fyodor paused mid-sentence, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. "Will you look at that, you little sinner," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Did I just make you moan?"

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you couldn't help but feel a little turned on by Fyodor's teasing. "It was just a reflex," you muttered, trying to play it off.

Fyodor chuckled, leaning closer to your ear. "Are you sure about that, my dear?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I have to admit, I wouldn't mind hearing that again."

You felt your heart rate quicken at Fyodor's words, but you tried to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach. "You're terrible," you said, trying to hide your growing arousal.

Fyodor's smirk only grew wider. "Oh, I know," he said, running a hand through your hair. "But you seem to enjoy it, don't you?"

You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. Fyodor's teasing was getting under your skin, and you couldn't deny the heat pooling between your legs. "Maybe a little," you finally admitted, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

Fyodor chuckled again, his hand moving down to rest on your thigh, Fyodor's hand remained on your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles on the fabric of your dress. "I thought so," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Fyodor's dark aura was always present, but now it was suffocating in the best way possible. You wanted to give in to him completely, to let him take control and explore the desires that you had been trying to ignore.

As if sensing your thoughts, Fyodor leaned in even closer. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a low purr in your ear.

You hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. Despite his sinister nature, there was something about Fyodor that made you feel safe. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to know exactly what he was doing, or maybe it was the intense level of trust and respect that he demanded from his subordinates. Whatever it was, you found yourself drawn to him, unable to resist his charm.

Fyodor's smirk turned into a small smile. "Good," he said, his hand sliding up your thigh to rest on your hip. "Because I have plenty more where that came from."

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

You were sitting next to Chuuya, enjoying a glass of wine together at a high-end bar. Chuuya was in a good mood tonight, his usual irritable demeanor replaced with a more relaxed attitude. As you leaned in to speak to him, his scent filling your senses, a small moan escaped your lips.

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, smirking as he turned to look at you. "What's this, sweetheart?" he asked, a playful tone in his voice. "Did you just moan in my ear?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through your body at Chuuya's teasing. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, trying to play it off.

Chuuya chuckled, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. "Oh, I think you do," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I have to say, I quite like it."

Your heart rate quickened at Chuuya's words, his dominant presence making your body respond in ways you didn't expect. "Chuuya," you whispered, feeling a warmth spreading through your core.

Chuuya leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured. "I'll make sure to give you plenty more reasons to moan."

You shivered at his words, feeling the desire building between your legs. Chuuya was always a tease, but something about the way he was looking at you now made your knees weak. You knew this was going to be a long and unforgettable night.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

You and Nikolai had been working together on a project for Decay of Angels, and as usual, he was being his usual silly and theatrical self. Despite his status as a criminal, Nikolai's playful nature had always drawn you towards him, and you found yourself enjoying his company even when discussing the most serious matters.

As he spoke, you leaned in closer to hear him better, only to feel a shiver run down your spine as Nikolai's warm breath brushed against your ear. You couldn't help it - a soft moan escaped your lips.

Nikolai's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice low and playful. "What have we here?"

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny the growing heat between your legs. "I-I didn't mean to do that," you stammered, trying to play it off as a reflex.

Nikolai just chuckled, leaning in closer to your ear. "Oh, I don't believe you, dove," he whispered, his voice husky. "In fact, I think you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

You tried to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach, but it was no use - Nikolai's teasing was getting under your skin. "Maybe a little," you finally admitted, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

Nikolai's grin only grew wider, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Let's see what other sounds I can coax out of you, hmm?"

You felt your heart race at his words, but you couldn't deny the growing arousal in your body. As Nikolai leaned in closer, you couldn't help but moan softly once again, completely at his mercy.

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junicult · 11 months

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bachelors stances on period sex and if they’d be down……………

!! period sex w the bachelors

contains ; period sex, duh. afab!farmer. smut. nsfw. fingering. shower sex tehe. use of toys. masturbation. dirty talk & whatnot. not proofread!

note ; oh u did something w this one. & spoiler alert, they all are.

harvey.

- …😇

- i’m sweating.

- if u think he wouldn’t then you are lying to urself. fully.

- are u fr??? he could not care LESSS😭😭😭😭

- in fact, he’s absolutely down.

- period cramps hurt. he knows this, because he’s a doctor and he actually understands women.

- now, he’ll firstly try to see if there’s anything he can give you to help you.

- a heating pad, a massage, literally anything you need. he’ll run out and get food if that’s all u want.

- but i don’t think he’d ever ask if you’d wanna have sex first.

- mainly because he knows it’s not everyone’s thing, and it can get messy and some people think it’s gross. (😒)

- he, however, is not that kind of person.

- he knows that sex helps relieve period pain, sooooo

- if ur down, he’s down. he’s sooo down.

- honestly, he couldn’t even care less. your period just means your body is working, and you’re healthy. knowing that is all he needs to go about this day.

- it isn’t even something he really considers if you’re about to have sex. it’s just something he notices during.

- and if you’re insecure about it, (which all he wants to do is assure you there is no reason to be) he won’t pressure you at all.

- he can understand why you’d be insecure or nervous, but to him it means literally nothing. towels exist for a reason.

- but it was just one of those days, when you were nearly bedridden after speeding through your chores.

- your heating pad rested on your back and lower stomach, laying at an awkward angle on your bed with just the largest frown on your face.

- you were so uncomfortable, and all he wanted to do was make you feel better.

- “is there anything i can do for you, honey?” he asks sweetly from where he stood next to you, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

- and u think for a second.

- not bc of what he said, but bc ur not sure if u wanna give him ur answer rn.

- “…maybe.”

- “anything. what is it?” he lowers to his knees and presses a kiss on your hand.

- your lips pulled into a pout, eyes softly batting towards him while you contemplate what you’re thinking.

- “well…doesn’t, y’know…sex…help with cramps…n stuff?”

- he can’t help but smile a little.

- another little thing is, i feel like he just loves when u get all shy abt affection. just cus he always does, so it’s refreshing to realize u have ur moments just like him.

- u don’t even have to say more. he’s walking to the closet to pull out a couple towels, making the bed secure just to make it easier so neither of u have to clean the sheets.

- and he’s treating u so delicately, bc ur still in discomfort. he doesn’t wanna add more to that.

- but trust me

- red may mean stop but not in his case‼️

- ur period is also means ur hormones are heightened, which also means ur libido increases.

- so not only is this making u feel better, it’s also making u feel so fucking good.

- not just bc he knows what he’s doing.

- now, it’s not just sex that helps with cramps.

- it’s the orgasm that really matters. and ur in a lot of pain…so ur gonna get a looott of relief.

sam.

- doesn’t give a singlleee fuck.

- in his mind it doesn’t register as, “oh, she’s on her period and she wants to have sex😒” it’s more of a, “yay my pretty girlfriend wants to have sex with me😊😊”

- so like, it’s just instant flattery anytime you come onto him.

- it’s not hard to get him in the mood if ur alr horny.

- you don’t even have to try hard. usually you can just walk up to him, give him a little kiss on the lips and just ask.

- that alone has him grinning and following you to the bedroom.

- so if you’re pressing against your sides, groaning in discomfort over your cramps and stuff,

- all you have to do is sigh and mumble, “baby i’m so uncomfortable. d’you wanna do something?” and he’ll probably just perk up, thinking you need some water or another heating pad or something.

- “what’s up? i can help!” he’s jumping to his feet, ready to head out and get whatever u need.

- “no, no nothing like that,” you mumble, sitting up to your knees on the couch.

- “like…do something. it’ll help with my pain,” your smile is faint, and the way your fingers begin to play with the hem of his shirt has him raising his eyebrows.

- “yeah! will it hurt, tho?”

- he doesn’t fully understand how your period works, i’m gonna be honest with you.

- but once you assure him it actually feels really good, and much better, then he’s plenty more excited.

- occasionally he’ll remember to lay out towels, but usually the sheets will need to be washed lol.

- he’s adorable. he becomes much more affectionate because he knows you’re just feeling miserable, and he wants to take your mind off of it.

- kissing all down your neck, your chest, your stomach, thighs.

- he’ll go down on you if that’s what you really want. but he probably won’t do it without you asking.

- he loves fucking you when you’re on your period.

- there’s significantly less friction, and you’re just so warm and wet he gets so hard. i swear.

- holding onto your hips while he pistons in and out of you, head hanging low and panting the closer he gets.

- he cums faster whenever you’re on your period.

- although, that doesn’t mean he’s not ready for a round 2.

shane.

- he’s lazy. lol.

- much like sam, it kinda just registers as “well she wants to have sex so we’re gonna have sex. who am i to complain.”

- it’s also flattering for him, too. he likes knowing you want him.

- in general, it’s extremely rare he’d ever say no to sex. the circumstances had to be DIRE for him to say no.

- just bc he can get turned on pretty quickly.

- so yeah, if you wanna have sex while ur on ur period? he’s on board.

- like i said tho, he’s lazy. so you can bet on shower sex while you’re on ur period LMFAOO

- he’s not gonna clean the sheets or towels if there’s a stain💀

- and what’s better then holding you up against the shower wall, one leg wrapped around his waist while fucking he’s ur pain away??😇😇

- no mess, no cleaning! it’s a win-win!

- but in general, he really doesn’t care.

- ur period isn’t something he really thinks twice about.

- if u ask him to pick up pads or tampons at the store one day you’re too busy, he’s already out the door.

- if you need something, he’ll stand up and go get it for you. he’s not rushing for it, but neither is he slow-walking on purpose. it’s just like ur asking for the tv remote.

- he’s not overly emphatic. he’s a fantastic help, but that doesn’t mean he changes all that much from the weeks you aren’t on your period.

- what i’m saying is, u being on ur period doesn’t change anything from ur regular daily life.

- if u turn to him and say, “wanna have sex?” he’s gonna fucking say yes.

- although, he probably won’t go down on u while ur in the middle of ur period.

- nor will he finger u, unless ur in the shower. and most of the time u are.

- easy to rinse off LMFAO.

- will definitely rub ur clit while he’s inside of u, in the shower or not.

- in some ways, u kinda turn him on a little more when ur on ur period.

- maybe it’s because he likes how u become so comfortable around him, despite being with him for so long.

- it’s extremely domestic to see you when you just don’t care to put effort in your appearance. you just wear sweats, pull your hair back and walk around with the funniest scowl on ur face.

- you kinda lose your filter a little,

- like, when ur off ur period you at least flirt a little to show him you need him right now.

- but when you’re just horny and uncomfortable, you don’t even care.

- “can you fuck these cramps away? i can run the shower,”

- zero filter.

- believe me, he’s all for it.

sebastian.

- i feel like having sex on your period isn’t something either of you had ever had the confidence to bring up for a while.

- like, for some reason, whenever you told him you started your period it was an unspoken “so we can’t have sex for a few days” kinda thing.

- and to that? yeah. sucked.

- the only reason it was perceived that way was because he just figured you didn’t want to. that you’d be uncomfortable with it.

- you both thought that way, actually.

- so…for a while it was just like…

- ur both rly horny. & for some reason u don’t tell each other bc, 😱 ur on ur period.

- it wasn’t until one night u were both hanging out with each other, during the middle of ur period.

- sitting on the couch, watching tv, lazily leaning on each other in peaceful silence.

- your cramps had been killing you all day, and now wasn’t any better. he was sweet enough to get you a heating pad.

- he’s not rude enough to let u suffer in silence. he’ll always double check if you need any ibuprofen or stuff like that.

- but anyways, ur sitting there. in discomfort. next to ur boyfriend. who you want really badly to help ur pain with something you can’t offer yourself.

- “…sebby?”

- “hm?”

- “…my cramps hurt…really bad. is there anyway you wanna help me?”

- he kinda thinks you meant like getting a heating pad or something, so you’ll have to explain it to him.

- anyways, the answer is yes.

- he does lay out towels.

- the first couple times, you end up having just regular missionary sex.

- but i feel like the longer you two having been doing this, you decide to add in some aspects, change a few things up.

- i’m talking toys lol.

- he’ll always fuck you if that’s what you both want, but for some reason he loves watching you get off on your own vibrator or something while you’re on your period.

- cus yeah, he knows you and your body very well, but he still loves seeing how you can orgasm with your own doing.

- will likely masturbate with you. he can’t help it.

- and finally, he’ll fs finger you.

- he just loves fingering you in general, why would a little blood stop him from that?

alex.

- yeah no, he doesn’t care.

- say whatchu will about him 🙌 but he doesn’t care.

- a firm believer that swords are meant to get a little blood on them.

- in fact, he’s probably said that to u before 💀

- although, i do wanna say he isn’t super experienced w this sort of thing.

- he’s had a fair share of one night stands or casual hookups, and yeah he’s had girlfriends before but they were rarely ever as serious as you two.

- so periods in general were a relatively new thing he’s become acquainted with.

- do not fear tho! he’s ready to learn!

- i feel like he actually enjoys going to the store to get u pads or tampons and stuff.

- there’s something so possessive abt it that i can’t really explain.

- he feels kinda superior carrying ur box of tampons to the checkout lane. i rly cant explain it.

- that being said. his eagerness to learn doesn’t fall far from product shopping.

- this man loves putting you in positions that you didn’t even know your body could move in.

- so, when you tell him, “babe, my cramps hurt so bad, please help me,” …he’s eager.

- he knows pressure to your back and stomach can help, so trust me…

- he’s got your legs wrapped around his waist, pillow underneath you, his length fully inside of you and he’s gently pressing against your stomach.

- even without being on your period it feels amazing, but now? with your hormones heightened, and your sex drive skyrocketed? godddd…..

- “does that feel good, baby? feelin’ better?” “mhm, i know pretty, just let it out.”

- i’m bricked.

- it’s such a turn on for him when you’re super horny.

- cus he pretty much is all the time, it’s just a little switch you have to flick and boom—he’s ready.

- so when it’s your chance to be crawling to him, asking for a relief he can give you, yup he loves it.

- adds to his already overflowing ego.

- and the blood is none other then proof of that.

elliot.

- ok so

- he’s v different from the other bachelors. well, aside from harvey ig.

- he couldn’t care, never cared, and won’t ever care that you’re horny on ur period.

- if you want him, and you know it’ll relieve the pain—that’s like heaven for him.

- but for this i think it’s fitting to take a different approach.

- let’s say, ur insecure about it.

- you know very well that he doesn’t find it gross, no matter how many times he reassures you,

- but that still doesn’t stop the little voice inside of you that tells you otherwise.

- it’s just like, you know your on your period, but he’s just so attractive, he’s been a gentleman to you all night, and u just fucking need him. you need him so badly.

- “you’re really not grossed out by it?” you randomly ask, breathlessly pulling your lips away from his.

- despite not even mentioning it beforehand, he takes no time to figure out what you meant cus he was already thinking about it💀

- “why would i be?”

- he’ll probably go on a little spiel about how it means nothing to him, and since it’s especially beneficial towards you, it’s actually a turn on for him.

- can i safely say that?

- that he’s kinda turned on by it?

- well i did. cus he is.

- maybe not the blood itself, even tho he doesn’t care about that. mostly just the fact that having period sex literally connects you on so many different levels, it’s much more intimate and obviously this man loves passion.

- nothing changes from your regular sex lives when you’re on your period.

- yes that means he’ll go down on you.

- he. does. not! CAREEE!!!!!!!

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