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iovetecchou · 1 year

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Oblivious.

Part 13.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings... Tecchou Suehiro x Reader x Jouno Saigiku

Contains... dom!jouno, sub!reader, sub!tecchou, smut. ruined orgasm, rough sex, handjobs, face sitting, oral (f), handcuffs, cumshot, fingering (f), spanking, dirty talk, messy kissing, cumswapping, praise, fluff!, sharing a bath, bathing one another, washing each others hair, teasing tecchou

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

4,556 words.

the sillies, here they are! hope you guys enjoy this chapter (:

“One… two… three… four…”

It was a Saturday, which meant all three of you were off. Jouno was baking away in the kitchen while you ‘helped’ Tecchou with his muscle training. You were laying beneath him as he did push-ups. Each time he retracted downward, he would place a kiss atop your lips.

“Five… six… seven… eight…”

You were giggling in between your counts. Tecchou would smile down at you as he pushed back up, giving you a small wink before he met your lips once more on his way down. “Darlings, would you both like to come over here and help me?” Jouno’s voice popped you and Tecchou out of your little bubble. Tecchou instantly rose from where he was previously hovering over you, he grasped your hands, pulling you up to stand alongside him. “Of course Sai! We’ll be right there!” You excitedly exclaimed, prancing over to the kitchen with Tecchou’s hand interlocked with your own.

Jouno was clad in his little apron that you so graciously picked out for him. It was a pretty baby pink with a tiny image of a kitten printed out on the front. But, Jouno didn’t have to know that. “Hiro, don’t make a fucking mess. Here, I already filled this piping bag for you. Just… watch where you aim.” You giggled at that last part of Jouno’s sentence as you now stood in front of the light-haired man. You placed a quick kiss on his lips as he handed you your piping bag. “This one is for you, my princess. As for you, be as messy as you’d like.” Jouno whipped his head over in Tecchou’s direction as he smirked up at the man. Tecchou scoffed before he exclaimed, “Hey, that’s favoritism.” Tecchou pouted, puffing up his cheeks as he began to tie up his unruly hair. Jouno and yourself simply chuckled at the cute man before you. Jouno gave you one last kiss before he made his way over to Tecchou. “Oh, shut up.” Jouno quipped out as he leaned in towards the other man. He placed a chaste kiss atop Tecchou’s own lips. Causing the dark-haired man to blush furiously. You giggled even further at his precious reaction before you made your way to stand beside Tecchou as well. “You’re so adorable Hiro, now come on! Let's decorate our asses off!” You exclaimed, raising up to the tips of your toes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

As you began decorating, you noticed that Jouno wasn’t paying attention. His back was turned towards both you and Tecchou, as he continued to fill the last back of the cupcake liners. You rose up to your feet once more, whispering in Tecchou’s ear. “Hiro, do the thing, hurry!” You quietly giggled out, ushering Tecchou to turn around so he would get the hint. The dark-haired man was confused at first, but when you tilted your head in Jouno’s direction he caught on to what you were suggesting. “Hey, what are you two whispering about- Ah! Suehiro… You’re fucking dead!” Tecchou harshly slapped the other man's ass. Making Jouno jolt forward from the curt and sudden impact. In an instant, Jouno whipped around. Grasping Tecchou’s throat tightly. Shoving him back into the kitchen counter. “I've told you both countless times to cut that shit out, but I think I’ve had enough. Both of you go to the bedroom. Now.” Your blood ran cold from his icy tone. “But I didn’t-“ You babbled out, but Jouno cut you off in an instant. “Oh no, I overheard your whispers. You can’t really think I’m that stupid, y/n.” You closed your mouth instantly. Looking down at your feet now from Jouno’s harsh tone. Tecchou just struggled beneath Jouno’s grasp, slowly pushing against the other man so he would let up.

“Go, mutts. Now.”

Jouno finally released his grasp against Tecchou’s neck. Ushering you both to head to the bedroom. You and Tecchou shared a knowing look as you descend the hallway. You could feel Jouno’s intimidating presence from behind you. Your stomach did a flip as you imagined all the worst forms of punishment imaginable. As you got to the bedroom, Jouno shoved the both of you back against the bed. Both you and Tecchou landed face-first atop the duvet with a light thud. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight.” Jouno resounded as he brought his hands up to Tecchou’s hips. He slowly pulled the other man's pants and boxers down all the way before he moved over to you. He quickly did the same, pulling your skirt and panties down in one harsh tug. Jouno brought each of his hands up to caress both yours and Tecchou’s ass cheeks. “Sai what are you- Ahn—!” Jouno landed a harsh slap against his counterpart's ass. Your breath hitched at the sound, you knew you were next. Jouno chuckled wickedly at your body’s physical reaction landing a harsh smack against your own ass. “Ah! Saigiku…” You whimpered out as Jouno soothed over both of your sore bottoms. “Doesn’t feel good, does it? Suehiro, get undressed and lie flat on your back, now. As for you my bad, bad, girl… I have something else in mind.”

Tecchou did as he was asked. He pulled his hoodie over his head, before laying flat against the bed. Jouno stood up and walked over to his night table. He began rummaging through it. You were watching his every move, and he could sense it. “Suehiro, Y/n, close your eyes.” You both did as you were instructed, not wanting to piss off Jouno any further. You continued to hear him rustling around. Before you knew it, you felt the bed dip and the faint jangling of metal. “Sai, what are you-?” You heard Tecchou speak up from behind you, and you quickly whipped your head back. Closed lids be damned. Jouno was now bare as well and he was handcuffing Tecchou to the headboard. “I told you to keep your eyes closed, princess. You’re a very bad girl. Come over here.” Jouno ushered you over to where he and Tecchou rested atop the bed. “Come, ride Tecchou’s face for me, understood?” Your eyes widened at his proposition, clenching around nothing at the thought. Jouno snickered aloud at your body's physical reaction before he spoke up once more.

“I won’t tell you a second time, princess.”

You hastily climbed yourself up over Tecchou’s body, your thighs now resting on either side of his face. Tecchou hungrily gazed up at you as your pussy hovered over his awaiting mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation, making your core pool with arousal. “Well? Do proceed.” Jouno voiced out, slowly crawling himself down between Tecchou’s thighs. Your back was faced to Jouno as you lowered yourself down completely on Tecchou’s face. Tecchou wasted no time lapping at your clit fiercely. Causing you to whine out. The second you felt Tecchou moan into your pussy, you whipped your head back. Jouno was teasingly stroking the other man's cock now with his deft digits. You were straining yourself, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the sight of your two boyfriends being intimate with one another like this. “Eyes forward, Y/n,” Jouno ordered out offering you one last smirk before you whipped your head back in Tecchou’s direction. “Watch Hiro’s face as I tease his cock. Oh, and princess, if you cum you will be reprimanded. Understood?”

Tecchou was moaning into your pussy now as Jouno began to pick up his pace against the other man's cock. You couldn't help your own whine that slipped past your lips as the wonderful way Tecchou was ravishing your needy pussy. Tecchou’s eyes were closed, eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure as his hips began to lift off the bed to meet Jouno’s strokes. You could feel your release bubbling up, and you knew it would only be trouble if you came so soon. “Princess, are you getting close?” Jouno cooed out. His unwavering pace against Tecchou’s cock began to make the most obscene sounds. Your head was so fuzzy from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure. Seeing and hearing Jouno and Tecchou interact sexually like this made something stir within you. “Yes- I’m c-close!” You exclaimed, slowly rocking your hips back and forth against Tecchou’s mouth as he hungrily sucked at your clit now. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as another sinful moan slipped passed Tecchous lips. Delivering the most delicious vibrations against your throbbing bud. “Stop. Get off Hiro, now.” Jouno barked out. Snapping you out of your pleasurable state in an instant.

You did what he asked of you, lifting yourself off of Tecchou’s face and moving beside him atop the bed. Jouno continued stroking Tecchou’s cock, his pace was brutal now as the other man continued to lift his hips off the bed to fuck up into Jouno’s fist. “Suehiro, are you going to cum?” Jouno chuckled, smirking darkly in both of your directions. You knew he meant trouble. “Yes… feels so fucking good, Sai. I'm gonna cum…” Tecchou grunted out. He was tugging at his restraints fiercely now as his whole body jolted from the pleasure. In an instant, Jouno halted in his movements against Tecchou’s aching dick. “Well… that’s too bad. Princess, get on your hands and knees for me.” You watched Jouno intently as he crawled his way up over Tecchou’s body. The two men were now face to face as Tecchou continued to harshly pant out. “Sai… please…” Tecchou pleaded, his breath fanned over the light-haired man's lips. Jouno wickedly chuckled into Tecchou’s face. “What do you not understand about the phrase ‘punishment’? Now, just keep your fucking mouth shut. I want a taste of our darling girlfriend. Care to share?” Before either you or Tecchou could process it, Jouno’s lips were against his. Tecchou gasped out from the sudden affection, allowing Jouno to slip his tongue past his parted lips. You clenched around nothing watching your two boyfriends make out in front of you. You slowly rose up to your hands and knees as your gaze never once left the sight of the two of them sharing an intimate moment together. Tecchou’s cock was twitching furiously as he continued to tug at his restraints. Jouno lapped at the inside of his mouth furiously, groaning to himself at the wonderful taste of your arousal swirling around on his and Tecchou's tastebuds.

A few moments later, Jouno pulled back from Tecchou’s lips. A small string of saliva connected their parted lips as Tecchou gazed up at Jouno with hearts in his eyes. “I'll never get sick of your divine taste, y/n. Wouldn’t you agree, Suehiro?” Jouno groaned out, slowly lifting himself off of the other man, moving all of his attention back to you. “Yes… theirs and your taste, Saigiku.” Tecchou panted out, causing the light-haired man to flush slightly. He clicked his tongue as he found his way behind you. You were propped up on your hands and knees beside Tecchou as you felt Jouno’s hands begin to caress your backside. “If you’re going to act like a mutt, then I’m going to fuck you like one. Oh and Suehiro? You’ll just watch like the lowly insect you are.” You gasped as Jouno lined himself up to your drooling cunt. He roughly pushed himself past the tight ring of your pussy. Drilling himself inside your welcoming heat inch by inch. He groaned out as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. You whined out at the feeling of being so full. It didn’t matter how many times he's been inside of you by now, it felt extraordinary every single time.

Tecchou couldn’t do anything but watch both your and Jouno's blissed-out expressions. He tugged against the restraints even harsher now. His cock was bobbing up against his lower abs. His tip was an angry red as his thick pre cum continued to bubble out of his slit. “Mmn… they feel so fucking good, Hiro. I bet you wish you were the one buried balls deep inside of our dear y/n right now, don’t you?” Jouno chuckled wickedly as he pulled his hips back, wasting no time ramming his dick back into your needy cunt in a rough manner. You cried out as the tip of his cock prodded your sweet spot. “Yes… I do… Saigiku, please!” Tecchou whined out, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth now as he continued to watch his two loves fuck right in front of him. Jouno was fucking into you at an unwavering pace now. He brought his hands down to grasp your throat. Pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. “Ah- Saigiku…!” You wailed out, bringing your hands up to tug on Jouno’s hand that was now adorning your throat.

“Princess, same question. Do you wish Tecchou was included in our fun?” His breath was fanning over the shell of your ear now, causing you to shudder. You clenched around him fiercely at the thought, and Jouno couldn't control the crooked laugh that escaped past his lips. “I'll take that as a yes, princess.” You were whining and drooling at this point as Jouno continued to fuck up into you relentlessly. You could hardly breathe with the grip he had on your throat as you just watched Tecchou’s face scrunch up in frustration. “Do you both want to cum?” Jouno questioned. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as Jouno continued to ruin your pussy. You could feel Jouno twitching from deep within you, you knew his orgasm was approaching as well.

“Y-Yes!”

“Sai, please!”

“Well, that's too bad.”

Before you could process it, Jouno had pulled out of your needy hole. He flipped you over to lie on your back beside Tecchou. Jouno rose from the bed, towering over the both of you as he furiously began to jerk his cock. “Bad dogs don’t deserve rewards,” Jouno exclaimed with the most shit-eating grin painting over his whole face. He was moaning out deliciously as his first ropes of cum shot out of his slit. His release landed on your lower tummy, as well as Tecchou’s thick thighs. Both you and the dark-haired man just watched as your counterpart continued to stroke himself above you. Your pussy ached, you needed to cum so badly and from the way Tecchou’s cock continued to twitch and bob up against his lean tummy, you knew he felt the same way.

As Jouno came down from his high he lowered himself back down against the bed. Resting on his knees as he panted furiously. “Baby please, Hiro and I are so sorry. Just let us cum, please!” You pleaded, sitting up so you were now directly in front of a smug Jouno. You cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks as you awaited a response. “Sai… please we're sorry, we won’t do it ever again,” Tecchou grunted out as he tugged on his restraints once more. His wrists were a deep shade of red by now from all the harsh pulling against the rough metal. Jouno let out a long drawn-out sigh as his features softened. He loved you both too much to leave you high and dry. But he has to admit, it was fun hearing and feeling the both of you squirm. Jouno gently pushed you back against the bed beside Tecchou. His hands traveled down the expanse of your tummy, scooping up some of his abandoned cum before he moved lower. His other hand mirrored the other, moving up the expanse of Tecchou’s muscular thigh. Coating his deft digits in his spilled seed that still resided there before his hand came up to grasp the other man's cock.

“You’re lucky I love you both.”

With that, Jouno plunged two of his cum coated digits into your needy cunt. His other hand began stoking Tecchou’s cock with his filth-covered fingers. Using his own cum as a lubricant for his two lovely partners. Tecchou whined out from the delicious friction. He was hanging on by a thread the whole night. He knew he wouldn’t last long. The second Jouno’s fingers curled inside your aching pussy, your back arched off the bed. You could taste your release on the tip of your tongue. “Baby… it feels so good…” You babbled out, moving your hips up to meet Jouno’s movements against your dripping cunt. Jouno smiled down at you softly, he could hear your heart beating against your chest as you continued to rock up into him. “Sai… I’m gonna cum… fuck- feels amazing…” Tecchou blurted out, drool slipping past his lips as his own hips lifted off the mattress. He was fucking up into Jouno’s hand as the light-haired man continued stroking his cock vigorously. “Princess, kiss Suehiro for me, while he cums. Understood?” Jouno cooed out, picking up his already relentless pace on both you and Tecchou.

You hastily leaned into Tecchou’s side, bringing your hand up to tilt his face in your direction. You captured his lips in an instant. The kiss was messy and needy. Both of you lazily swirled your tongues around one another as whines continued to slip out. With one final flick of Jouno’s wrist, Tecchou toppled over the edge. He cried out into your mouth as his wrists strained against the cool metal cuffs. You kissed him fiercely as your own orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy gushed all over Jouno’s fingers. You were clenching around his lithe digits harshly as your hips uncontrollably twitched off the bed. Tecchou came so much, it shot out past his tip onto his tummy and even as far as his chest. He lazily fucked into Jouno’s fist as he continued to work you both through your highs. Moments later you pulled away from Tecchou’s lips. Panting harshly in front of his face. You both shared the same air for a few moments before you felt Jouno slowly pull his fingers out of your spent pussy. You whined from the feeling. Turning your head in Jouno’s direction.

You immediately caught sight of Jouno dipping his arousal-coated fingers into his mouth. He groaned at your taste before he climbed his way between both you and Tecchou. “Now… you better not slap my ass again. Because the next time you do… I won’t be so kind.” Jouno warned, bringing his face dangerously close to your own. He pulled you in for a kiss of his own. He slowly tilted his head, deepening the kiss as your lips molded into his own. That went on for a few moments before Tecchou spoke up. Popping both you and Jouno out of your little bubble.

“Sai… can you free my wrists now? They’re really starting to hurt.”

Tecchou winced out as he pulled against his restraints for the last time that night. Jouno pulled away from your embrace, quickly reaching over and grabbing the key from his night table. He crawled his way over to the other man. He was straddling Tecchou’s waist as he leaned in, unlocking the cuffs. Tecchou flushed from the close proximity. Jouno was completely bare, so the feeling of his naked flesh grazing against his own was exhilarating. Jouno simply chuckled at the dark-haired man's physical reaction. It was adorable, Jouno thought. “There, now you’re free,” Jouno whispered, leaning down a bit further to place a chaste kiss atop Tecchou’s lips. You were intently watching the intimate act with a huge grin adorning your features. Jouno was finally getting completely comfortable with Tecchou and it made your heart swell. This is all you could have ever asked for.

Jouno slowly climbed off the other man's waist. Making his way toward the edge of the bed before he gently placed his feet against the cool hardwood floor. “Come my darlings, let’s get you both all nice and clean,” Jouno exclaimed. Slowly making his descent to the restroom. You carefully sat up from the bed, as Tecchou did the same. You caught sight of his torn-up wrists, immediately panicking. “Hiro, baby! Look at your wrists… oh my god, I’m going to seriously scold Jouno for this one.” You gingerly grasped his hands, being gentle to not harm him any further. Tecchou’s chest flooded with warmth at your endearing display. He smiled down at you softly before he spoke up. “It’s alright angel, I'll be fine. I… actually enjoyed that, a lot. You and Sai are just too damn sexy… how did an idiot like me get so lucky?” Tecchou chuckled, slowly lifting himself off the bed as he reached out for you. Ushering you to climb into his arms. You crawled your way over to where he stood at the side of the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hooking your legs snugly around his waist in the process.

“You’re not an idiot my love, so, hush. But I wonder the same thing all the time, Hiro. I feel so lucky to have you both In my life. I love you so much!” You exclaimed, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he brought his hands up to grasp your waist. He made slow strides towards the bathroom, burying his face into your hair and breathing in your scent. He sighed in contentment. You smelt like home, he felt grounded when he was wrapped in your arms like this. “I love you more than I could ever express, angel,” Tecchou whispered into your hair, causing your heart to flutter immensely. You kissed the side of his neck sweetly before you spoke up once more. “I liked Saigiku being rough with us too… maybe we shouldn’t stop spanking him just so he’ll do it again.” You snickered out, causing Tecchou to let out a small chuckle of his own as you both finally made your way into the bathroom.

“Hey, I heard that. Don’t be a little brat now, princess. You already promised you would stop with your childish antics!” Jouno exclaimed. He was clad in nothing more than a plush towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was dripping wet too, so you can only assume that he took a quick shower before you two arrived. He was filling up the tub for the both of you. He had added a generous about of bubbles, and the sight alone brought a wide grin to your face. “Giku, baby! This is so lovely, thank you for getting everything set up in here.” You untangled yourself from Tecchou’s grasp, making quick strides toward where Jouno was standing in front of the tub. You pushed up on the balls of your feet, pressing both of your hands into his sturdy chest as you captured his lips against your own. It was short but sweet, and it made Jouno’s chest swell with love nonetheless. As you pulled away, he grasped your hand, helping you climb into the tub. You sighed as the warm water enveloped your whole body.

“Hiro, you too my love. Get in the bath.” Jouno beamed in the dark-haired man's direction. Holding out his hand for him to grasp as well. Tecchou smiled wide, showing off his perfect pearly whites as he gladly clasped his hand around Jouno’s. Tecchou sunk down into the tub behind you, immediately wrapping his arms around your midsection. He rested his head atop yours as he slowly soothed his hand over your bare tummy. You giggled at the ticklish sensation, bringing your hands up to clasp around his wrists. You gently soothed over the torn-up flesh, causing Tecchou to groan out under his breath in pain. “Saigiku! Those cuffs were too tight. Feel, his wrists are all torn up!” You scolded, pulling one of your hands out of the water to grasp Jouno’s from where he knelt in front of the tub now. You quickly pulled his fingers underneath the bath water. Guiding his fingers to Tecchou’s injury. Jouno gently grazed over the wounds, he clicked his tongue as the dark-haired man let out another wince. “Ah, I do apologize Suehiro… I didn’t make them that tight purposefully. Here, tilt your head back, let me make up to you.” Jouno whispered, pulling his hand out from the water.

He grasped a cup that was sitting beside the tub. Jouno wasted no time dunking said cup into the water, letting it fill up completely before he ascended his hand from the tub once more. He slowly brought the cup up to Tecchou’s tilted head, making sure to cup his free hand over Tecchou’s eyes for protection before he poured the contents of the cup over Tecchou’s tousled locks. He passed the Cup to Tecchou before he spoke up. “Hiro, be a dear and do the same for our princess, okay?” Jouno cooed out, reaching out for the shampoo bottle as he squirted a generous amount into the palm of his hand. Tecchou followed as ordered. He let the cup fill up before he brought it up to your head. “Tilt back for me, angel,” Tecchou spoke softly, trailing his hand that was clasped around your waist up to your face. he covered your eyes, mirroring Jouno’s actions as he dumped the warm water over your locks.

“Hold out your hand for me, Suehiro,” Jouno whispered, bringing the bottle of shampoo to hover over Tecchou’s awaiting hand. Jouno squeezed a decent amount onto his palm before he discarded the bottle. Jouno brought his shampoo-covered fingers up to Tecchou’s messy tufts of hair. He began gently massaging Tecchou’s scalp in the process, pulling out a pleasant sigh from the other man. Tecchou brought his hands up to your own hair, and he began to work the strawberry shampoo into your locks gently. Tecchou’s fingers ran through your hair so carefully, you couldn’t help but smile at the loving atmosphere you all were experiencing right now. “Sai, Hiro, this is so relaxing. I love you both so much.” You sighed, leaning into Tecchou’s touch further as Jouno continued to lather his counterpart's hair. Jouno smiled to himself as he reached out for the cup once more. Covering Tecchou’s eyes with his non-soapy hand before rinsing his hair out once more. “We love you too, princess. Now, do my darlings want to watch, and listen, to a movie after this? Suehiro, my love you can pick the film. Think of it as a peace offering for injuring you in the bedroom.” Jouno said between his own chuckles as he reached out for the conditioner. Tecchou was holding his hand out now as he finished rinsing the suds from your own hair.

“Really? Then… can we watch-“

“A Bugs Life?”

“Antz?”

You and Jouno exclaimed at the same time. You turned your body around to face your two boyfriends now. The second you looked up at Jouno’s amused face, you busted out into a fit of laughter. Jouno was quick to follow behind, cracking himself up as well. Tecchou just shot a glance between the two of you. Tilting his head like a lost puppy before he spoke up.

“Yeah, those were the exact movies I was thinking of. Uh, guys… what's so funny about that…?”

i finally let jouno dom and whew,,, also tecchou and jouno's relationship currently has me, the writer, giggling and kicking my feet!

taglist: @coco-goat-milk @madelynwolff @tecchoufr @saharei @lyrstybsd @chalksdreams @itssara-chan @mizu-san @win-writes @daushu @nymphsdomain @celestair

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trulybetty · 2 months

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20 x cupcakes | marcus pike x reader

prompt: cupcakes pairing: marcus pike x reader word count: 637 notes: fluff, baked goods, mention of alcohol, no reader descriptions, no beta & barely edited as we're trying to wrap up this months prompts summary: marcus' first valentine's in DC

x. masterlist

Marcus wandered the aisles of the store, in search of what he wasn't sure. But he was currently trying to ignore the fact that he felt like the contents of his basket screamed sad and single with a six-pack of beer and a microwave meal for one when a year ago it would have been full of ingredients for a home-cooked dinner, fresh flowers and a bottle of wine that he would have spent a good ten minutes pondering over.

With a click of his tongue on the roof of his mouth, Marcus muttered to himself, “Fuck it,” and headed back to the bakery section he’d purposely skipped in a resolve to stick to a barely holding-on New Year's resolution.

You were wandering the aisles, you had in your basket what you needed, but you were dragging your heels to put off the inevitable, going home to an empty apartment. As you turned the corner into the bakery section, there they were. Your eyes locked onto them immediately, one lone tray of cupcakes.

But these weren’t your ordinary cupcakes, no. These were beautifully decorated with a flurry of soft pink and red frosting, the ombre swirl stacked on top of the pillowy sponge and capped with heart-shaped sprinkles encased in a bright red cupcake liner. They were perfect for a night of self-consolation, and just in your reach.

But just as your fingers brushed against the plastic tray, another hand reached out at the same time. Your hands colliding and quickly retracting.

You both spoke at the same time, “Sorry, you take it.”

You looked up from the cupcakes, surprised, into the familiar face of Marcus.

“Oh, hey,” Marcus said, a hint of surprise in his voice, which quickly shifted to a smile. “Fancy running into you here.”

You couldn’t help but return the smile, despite the awkward situation, his deep brown eyes had that way of making you feel at ease. “Hey, Marcus,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the rapid beating of your heart. “Small world, huh?”

The two of you crossed paths here and there, both working at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Marcus was a new addition to the growing Art Investigation department.

“They’re all yours, I insist,” Marcus said as he placed a hand on his chest and gave a slight bow, an awkward smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to insist he take them or agree to take them yourself.

Seeing the contemplation on your face he shot you a smile, “I insist, take them, please.”

You laughed, “Okay if you insist,” you answered as you picked up the cupcakes. You looked back up at him, noticing the genuine kindness in his eyes.

“Good, I wouldn’t want to derail any plans you have for the night.”

You chuckled softly at his comment, grateful for the unexpected kindness. “Actually, it’s my birthday,” you said as you dropped the cupcakes into your basket.

“Happy birthday, wow Valentine's Day too.”

You laughed, “Yep,” you held up your basket which now had the quartet of cupcakes on top of a sad-looking microwave meal, “hence the dinner for one, when your birthday is on Valentines everyone seems to have plans.”

“Actually,” you continued, feeling a spontaneous streak of boldness, “they’d probably taste better with company. If you’re not doing anything that is?” panic settling in that perhaps Marcus was heading home to someone.

Marcus looked surprised at the suggestion, then a warm smile spread across his face. “You know, that sounds like a much better plan than what I had in mind,” he admitted with a grin. “I was just heading back to an empty apartment anyway. And,” he glanced down at his basket and then at yours, “it seems like we both could use some good company tonight.”

#x29 valentines #marcus pike #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x gn!reader #marcus pike x f!reader #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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venerex · 2 years

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mon amour

pairing: duke! minghao x f!reader

word count: 1.9k

contains: fingering, intercourse, reader's first time, talks of having children, reader basically passing out (but it's normal)

a/n: it's here, i don't know if it's good but oh well. i have some very short snapshots in mind for this universe, i'm just glad that this is done so i can write those now xD. tagging @97-liners and @ann-non for historical au feels. hi @starlightjoong!

part 1 (chérie) | part 2 (the poet) | part 3 (mon amour)

"oh?", your thoughts swirl at his serious tone. what could it be? did you do something you weren't supposed to? what -

"i can almost hear your mind running, my love", he chuckles, his hands moving to hold yours, "we need to talk about children".

oh. oh. yes, ofcourse. children.

"that's right", he suppresses a smile, "if i release in you, there's a chance you'll be with child. do you want that?"

do you want that? the image of minghao talking to children in the village flashes in your mind, and you distinctly remember how your heart ached, every time you saw him crouch down to meet a child's eyes. usually, you'd require weeks of thinking to make such a tremendous decision, needing to write down the pros and cons of it so you could conclude the best course of action. this time, however, you don't need time to decide.

"what do you want?", you wonder if he can hear the yearning in your voice. tell me you want it.

"i would love to have children with you", his eyes shine with sincerity, his voice slightly thick with emotion, "but i understand if you're not ready yet. i'll wait for as long as you want".

"i'm ready", you respond quickly, "i - i'd like to have children with you, too", you hesitate, blushing under his fierce gaze, "i think you'll make a great father, xu minghao".

"oh, my love", your husband pulls you in his arms, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss, low moans escaping him when your nails lightly scratch his back.

"have you decided to make love to me, then?", you pull back and ask, clearing your throat, "or do i need to draw up schemes to seduce you?"

"as much as i would enjoy your seduction", minghao lets out a breathless chuckle, "you don't have to bother today. i'll be honored to make love to you", his mouth moves to murmur lowly in your ear, "my duchess".

you whimper at his words, your skin heating up at the possessiveness. he had called you that only once before - during the first dance, at your wedding. you wear the title well, duchess, he had whispered in your ear as you swayed on the floor, my duchess.

minghao gently pushes you to lie back before getting off the bed, giggling at your whines of protest while he pushes his trousers down. you don't protest for long, though - quieting down at the sight of him. all of him.

"still sure?", he kneels between your legs, his hands running circles on your thighs.

"yes", you whisper, willing yourself to sound more intelligible, "i - i'm just surprised by the - the length", you swallow, "and the girth".

his lips curve as he chuckles, but you manage to catch the soft flush creeping up his neck. oh. he likes that.

"i mean, it is quite large", you wonder if there's an elegant way to praise his size, "it would stretch considerably".

minghao must've seen the playful glint on your face, for his eyes narrow, his thumb pressing your lips lightly as his hand cups your face.

"our first night together", his thumb traces your bottom lip, "and you're already teasing me".

on instinct, you part your lips and suck on the top of his thumb, feeling yourself clench around nothing when he closes his eyes and swears softly. his thumb retracts from your mouth and he holds your face firmly before kissing you, his tongue meeting yours while his other hand slips to the apex of your thighs. your hips buck when you feel the fleeting touches on your clit, leading him to pull back and whisper a "stay still", before two of his fingers enter your cunt. his body angles back as he watches his fingers fuck you slowly, his soft praises only making you clench more. far too soon for your liking, he pulls back, shushing you when you whine at the emptiness.

"i thought you wanted to make love?", he wraps his fingers around his length, spreading your slick, "i could just give you my fingers again, if that's what you wish".

"no", you gasp, irritated at his prolonged teasing, "make love to me".

he must've thought you've had enough (or he detected the murderous note in your voice), for he positions the tip at your entrance, letting it press lightly as his eyes meet yours.

"take a deep breath, chérie", his tip moves the smallest bit inside you, "and tell me if you want me to stop".

he pushes slowly inside you, his brow furrowed as his eyes stay focused on your face, one hand moving to rub your cheek when you whimper in pain. the stretch is painful and unfamiliar, the sensation unlike anything you've ever felt before. you don't ask him to stop, though - it's not so unbearable yet. he stops once he's fully sheathed in your warmth, his lips pressing soft kisses on your face as you will yourself to relax.

"how do you feel?", a finger tenderly moves the stray hair from your face.

"full", you wince at the pain in your voice, "can we stay like this for a minute?"

you know he's supposed to move, but you'd feel much better if you had some time to adjust. your previous teasing had some truth - he really is quite big.

"for as long as you want", he whispers, nuzzling your neck, "we can stay like this for the night, if you wish".

you nod, closing your eyes and letting yourself focus on the soft kisses your husband's lips press on your neck. bit by bit, you feel the pain lessen - your body accommodating the grave intrusion as you lie there in minghao's arms, the feeling of his length inside you feeling almost pleasurable. and then the thought crosses your mind: is this pleasurable for him too?

"hao", your murmur is low but he hears you, perking his head up to look at you, "does it feel good for you?"

"my love", he chuckles, his eyes glinting, "i had to exercise all my control to not release inside you in the first few seconds. i love how you feel".

you clench involuntarily, your clit throbbing at his shuddering breath.

"don't do that", he almost sounds like he's whining.

"why not?"

"it chips away at my control"

"why don't you release, if you want to?"

"because you need to come first", his breathing is steadier now, his tone resolute, "you're my wife".

oh. your muscles clench again, this time only partly involuntarily. it's refreshing to make him lose control.

"stop", he's properly whining now, his fingers digging into your abdomen, "i'd rather not embarrass myself on our first night together".

"oh, your grace", you can't help the giggle that escapes you, "given everything that's happened tonight, i hardly think i would call your performance 'embarrassing'".

minghao chuckles with you, his lips leaving a sweet peck on your cheek. you wonder if this is what lovemaking is always like. it couldn't be, everyone's advice made it sound so dreadful. why does it feel so wonderful, then?

it must be because you're in love, you conclude.

"i think you can move now, hao", you say softly, meeting his inquisitive eyes, "slowly, please".

he nods, murmuring a soft "ofcourse" before pulling his length out ever-so-slowly, taking in the wince you let out. at your nod, he pushes back in, and you moan at the feeling - the pain is still there, but it's lessened considerably, overshadowed by the pleasure you feel.

"more?", he whispers in your ear, leaving a soft kiss when you whimper out your assent.

he repeats the motion again, and again, and again - each thrust feeling better than the last, the friction coupled with the fullness making you moan louder. your eyes catch minghao's expression - still focused, but the pleasure is beginning to show itself in his gasps.

"harder, hao", the words leave you before you can think, and he obliges - slowly increasing his speed, his face contorted in pleasure as his moans mix with your own. one of his fingers rubs tight circles on your nub, hurtling you towards your orgasm. minghao's face scrunches and his body tenses, and you know he's close even though you've never seen him come before.

he seems determined to see to your pleasure first. you're tempted to change that.

"hao", your arms reach for him weakly, and he obliges immediately - his lips meeting yours, the finger on your clit quickening in its ministrations.

"dear god, i love you so much", he whispers against your lips, "so - so much".

"come for me, mon amour", you whisper back, your orgasm feeling seconds away.

minghao lets out a loud groan and shudders, his form trembling, his fingers digging into your skin. you feel his release shoot into you and you finally come, your muscles clenching around his length as he whimpers on top of you.

your body goes lax, and your eyelids close of their own volition - you suppose the human body isn't meant to take four orgasms in one night. or maybe it is, just with practice. the thought makes your lips curve sleepily.

"what are you smiling about, chérie?", minghao moves to lay beside you, wrapping one arm around your frame.

"mm?", you hum softly, trying to summon the energy to form sentences and speak.

"it's alright, my love", the sheets rustle as he rises to press a kiss on your forehead, "rest".

your body complies before your mind can object - and you slip into unconsciousness, huddled in your husband's arms.

[...]

the irritable sensation on the apex of your thighs wakes you up and you groan, your ears perking up at minghao's soft apologies. you open your eyes slightly to see him pressing a towel on your cunt. oh, he's cleaning you up. perhaps you'd feel embarrassed if you had the energy.

"sleep, chérie", he murmurs before walking away.

you close your eyes but stay awake, drifting back to sleep only when you feel his warmth by your side again.

[...]

when you wake up this time, the room is illuminated by the first rays of sunlight. your eyes wander to find the source of the fleeting ticklish sensations on your stomach - a hoarse giggle escaping you when you see your husband tracing his fingers on your skin. minghao looks up at the sound, his smile breathtaking.

"i'm sorry to wake you", he presses a kiss on the side on your shoulder, "but you need to eat something. you can sleep again, once you have".

"five more minutes?", you clear your throat.

"mm", he wraps an arm around you, "i didn't know you spoke french, chérie".

"i don't", he looks up at you inquisitively, "i once read some letters between lovers who spoke french", it should not be possible for one to blush so soon after waking up, "they were a little - rather - open-minded".

"you're so endearing", minghao chuckles, "still trying to preserve propriety, as if i didn't fuck you to sleep".

"hao, language!", you aim for a scandalized gasp, but it sounds suspiciously like a whine.

"don't worry, your grace", he places a tender kiss on your navel, "i'll behave in front of the children".

a/n: if you'd like more of duke!minghao x reader, check out the au masterlist.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #minghao smut #the8 smut #xu minghao smut #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #im never writing first times ever again. theres barely any feelings here

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lalazeewrites · 1 year

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Am I writing a RomCom? Yes. Is it because I need to write something silly and fun because life is hard? Absolutely. Is this going to be ten chapters when I'm done? YUP.

For now, here is a sneak peekof my WIP! Where are they going? Why the hell are they going? Who will strangle the other first? This is me attempting the 'Year of the OTP' challenge, and January's prompt is FAKE DATING.

Mickey had not considered the fucking plane ride.

He had not considered a shit ton of things.

Like, for instance, how much Ian Gallagher can talk when strapped to a chair for hours with nothing better to do. At least in the past Mickey has always been able to walk away the second Ian gets all wordy and weird.

“Do you think we’ll see dolphins?” Ian asks as he leans across Mickey to peer out the window. Ian smells like Irish Spring and something equally green and zingy, bright and lively. Mickey hates himself for even noticing.

“What dumbass dolphin would swim near a giant ocean liner?”

Mickey slaps at Ian’s arm and back until he retracts to his own damn space. His shoulder brushes Mickey’s own anyway because his frame is honestly too big for these seats; same with the legs, all cramped up against the back of the seat before them.

Mickey peacefully stretches his legs out and crosses them at the ankle, quietly thrilled that he can do what Ian can’t.

“I guess.” Ian glances down the aisle for no apparent reason. Smiles at someone who dares make eye contact with him. Looks at Mickey and smiles wider when Mickey also dares make eye contact. Jesus, this is going to be a trying trip. “Someone’s got a baby down the aisle.”

Mickey rubs at his eyes with thumb and forefinger.

“Why you keep pointin’ out babies to me, man? You pulled this bull the entire time we were at the airport! I don’t give a shit unless you’re planning a kidnapping, and in that case, I absolutely care, because I’m done with jail for the remainder of my life and I ain’t gonna be an accomplice to the crime.”

“I wonder if the baby’s ears hurt.” Ian has a remarkable ability to absolutely ignore anything Mickey says. He noticed this years ago at various get-togethers, but it’s a serious fucking problem now, more than ever. “Do yours? Mine popped. You have to yawn to do it, though.”

“I would be yawning if you’d shut the fuck up for a full five minutes!” Mickey fully embraces the menace that radiates from him as Ian’s eyes go a little big, his mouth clamping shut. “Watch a goddamn movie and let me rest, Gallagher. Ain’t this supposed to be my vacation too?”

Ian blinks, those wide, deep eyes briefly skimming Mickey’s face, down to the clenched hands upon his lap. His lips curve and shit, there are few things worse than a noisy Ian Gallagher, and it’s the one who likes to look at Mickey like they’re actually friends. Like they actually want to be here, together.

“You rest, Mick.” Ian dares pat Mickey’s tattooed forearm, all buddy-buddy. Mickey’s blood burns. “The cruise sets off at six tonight, so you’ll need your energy if we’re gonna party the night away.”

“Party the night away? You sound eighty.”

“I wanna be friends with any eighty year-old who wants to party like that.”

Mickey scoffs as he makes a show of rolling his jacket into a pillow to shove against the window.

“You would.”

Ian makes a sharp, frustrated noise, which shouldn’t be as gratifying as it is.

“Oh come on, I mention one time the dudes I dated—”

“Is it really dating if you were a teen and they were married?”

Ian aims a sour look at Mickey’s smug face.

“I thought you were sleeping now.”

“I’m fully preparing to pass the fuck away for life, yes.”

“Through force of will? Impressive.”

“Anything to get away from you, Gallagher.” Mickey heaves a sigh and shuts his eyes, snuggling his face into his jacket. Ian’s spring scent surrounds him and it’s not the worst thing ever. “Now shut the fuck up and don’t wake me ‘til we reach the land of of old folks homes and nightlife. Hold up—that sounds like your dream land!”

“Shut up. As if I could live in a red state.”

“I don’t even know what that means. Sleeping now.”

#gallavich #gallavich fic #lalazee words #does this have a title? no #is it already many chapters long and i simply haven't released it? yes #will anyone read it? i could not tell you #cruise fic

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Grab Somebody, drink a little more - Part 2

Mason Mount x reader

Summary: It’s your last night on your vacation in Miami and a handsome stranger wants to dance the night away with you...and be the best tour guide. Based around the (controversial) trip to Miami Mason and his friends took back in January.

Disclaimer: Bad Language, sexual and mature themes

Part 1

You had no idea how someone could move like that. The dancer had grasped onto the pole, wrapping and twirling around it in such elegance. In time with the music, she the span around the pole and slowly slide herself into the splits. It was such a beautiful dance, and by god was it sexy. You watched as you were led into a new booth in the strip club you had just arrived into. It was set up top on a balcony platform, and you had an incredible view of the place. You watched as some of your friends, especially the guys, gawking at the dancers. You thought it was funny how women could cast such a spell on them silly boys.

Mason had ordered in some more drinks, some large bottles of vodka and some lemonade mixer to get you started. Jaden, the blonde which you learned the name earlier, was quick to grab the vodka bottle and begin tipping it 180′ and into his mouth. This earned some cheers and chants from the group, as he entertained the booth. “Oi save some for the rest of us!” Mason laughed, swiping the bottle from Jayden who was squinting his eyes in pain, trying to swallow his last sip he stole. Mason heard you giggling at Jayden’s performance, and he turned to you with the large bottle of spirit. He took a small swig himself, cringing at the bitter taste, but also trying to show off to you. “Not the same as your beloved tequila hm?” you teased. “Doesn’t even come close love, you want a try?”. Through a smile and doe eyes in the club lights, you took his offer.

Mason gently placed his hand on your chin and slowly pushed your head back. You swore you felt your body temperature go up a degree from such a simple touch. A light stroke from his thumb on your lip, asking politely for you to open your mouth. Holding eye contact with him, you did as he asked, opening wide. His fingertips retracted to the back of your neck as he stood over you, his height was perfect for looking down on you. He lifted the vodka bottle, tilted it above you and let the liquid stream into you mouth little by little. Concentrating, you closed your eyes as you gulped a few times, feeling the painful yet delicious burn, until he lifted the bottle and his hand on your neck away and sat back up straight. The room span for a second, feeling the alcohol really running through your bloodstream now. “How was that?” Mason asked, not taking his eyes off you once. You felt a slight droplet of the vodka had run down your chin. Looking into Mason’s eyes seductively, you brushed up the vodka with your finger and sucked it into your mouth with a pop. “It was fun, thank you” keeping up with your innocent little manner, which by the look on Mason’s cheeky face, he was loving.

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One bottle of vodka down, and the night was in good swing. Mason hadn’t left your side and always kept some form of contact, whether that was a small hand on your back, or a connection of your thighs as you sat next to each other. He made you laugh, a lot, a smile had never left your face the entire time he was there.

The music was so loud and the lights so bright, Mason leaned in near your ear so you could hear him, “You know you look so beautiful” he complimented. “What sorry?” you giggled, not being able to hear him as the bass picked up in the song that was playing. “I said you look really beautiful!” he beamed, meaning every word. You dropped your head with a smile, admittingly feeling too shy to respond. He had been showering you with compliments all night, and just like he had promised, his little one liners were starting to work on you. He couldn’t stop himself, but eyes up lead their way from the edges of your short dress, your thighs, your stomach, your neck, watching as the techno lights would flow and reflect across your skin and face. “And that dress...that dress is just, wow”. Mason had a hungry stare in his eyes, and you couldn’t blame the the alcohol or the humidity anymore, he was really making you feel worked up and you wanted more.

Your ears chimed in as you heard the song change to On The Floor by Jennifer Lopez and Pitbull. You looked down over the balcony and onto the crowds of the club floor, cheering as the song was warming up, it clearly a club favourite. Mason followed your eyes, seeing how you wanted to join the fun. “You wanna dance?” offering you a hand. You slotted yours into his, enveloping your fingers together as you made your way down to the main dance floor. He squeezed your hand a few times as he led you through the crowd. You looked up to see the runway and pole dancers situated up on platforms. The girls posing and modelling their moves as dollar bills would be thrown for them. You thought why would Mason want to be dancing with you when there’s basically naked girls showing all they’ve got right in front of him, it made you feel a little insecure, because these girls were out of this world in your opinion.

Mason turned to you when he had found a good spot to dance for you two with enough room, and reached to hold you closer with both hands. He saw you looking at the dancers, and a slightly timid look on your face, that smile taking it’s first break for the night since he had met you. “You know, I could only imagine how sexy you would look up there” Mason said, awarded with another gaze up and down your body, standing back to get a better look at you, he was such as big flirt. “You would just want me all to yourself instead of for all eyes to see”. “Actually that’s very true, guess I’d have to get one of those private rooms for a dance wouldn’t I”. Mason steps closer, dragging his hands to reach around your waist. “Yes you would, however, those do cost extra, you know, for the special treatment”, you now took the next step closer, placing your hands on his chest and letting them stroke down down his body. “how soon can I make an enquiry” he was so close now it was almost a whisper. His hands giving you a light squeeze on your waist, and his eyes looking down at your lips. “I believe I’m available for the rest of the night”, your hands slithered their way around the back of his neck and you leaned up to his ear. “If you want me”, you purred and Mason almost shivered at your words of seduction.

The music had switched up just before the chorus. You and Mason practically wrapped round each other as you rock and sway to the rhythm.

“Dance the night away, Live your life and stay young on the floor”

Your eyes kept their stare on each other. You slowly turned your back to him, adjusting and letting your hands slide to hold onto the back of his neck. Mason found a comfortable spot for his head to slot by your neck, and you felt his breath against your skin. His hands continued to grasp onto your hips, giving them light squeezes and scratches, feeling so needy to feel more of you.

“Dance the night away, Grab somebody, drink a little more”

Mason help a grip on your hips and pulled them flush against his front, releasing a heavy sigh into your ear. His action’s had you feeling blushed and hot, you grabbed and threaded your fingers through his hair, and tilted your head back. Still swaying with the music, Mason saw an opening and took it, laying soft open mouth kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder.

“La la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, tonight we gon’be it on the floor”

The people around you had picked up their energy as the beat dropped on the chorus. Smoke machines and confetti rained above the party. Amongst all the chaos and crazy, you and Mason were in your own, very steamy, little bubble. His opened mouthed kisses because thicker on your neck, leaves a pattern of marks as he tasted your skin. You grinded your hips to the music back into his crotch, and you could definitely feel he was having some effect down there as you danced for him. He released his lips from your neck, “fuck me Y/N”, he was panting, you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was turned him on, and you felt powerful.

He swiftly pulls you around so your facing him and once again, pulls you close so there’s no space between you. Naturally your arms are wrapped around each other, and you were now closer than ever. Nose to nose and mixing your sweet scents to become one. One of his hands teasingly slips down and grabs your bum, causing you to bite your lip. Really feeling the music, you lean back and tilt your head up to the ceiling, swaying to the song with your eyes shut, enjoying Mason’s hold on you. You continued to sway in a rhythm and Mason’s eyes couldn’t help but go to your chest, where your dress outlined your breasts perfectly as you flaunted your physic for him. And this was too much teasing for him, he finally snapped. Rougher than before, he pulled you back up and face to face with him, dancing coming to a halt.

His eyes burning into yours, you feel his hand softy rest on your check. You look at his lips, telling him what you want. He closes the gap, parting your lips and letting him in, you kissed. You lips grazed against each others, slotting perfecting between one and other. grasping onto his shoulders and into his hair, wanting to be as close as possible to him. He opened his mouth more, pushing his tongue against yours, bringing out a small kitten moan from you. He continued to stroke your face, tracing your cheekbones, spreading goose bumps across your body.

Suddenly, a loud bang caused you to get a fright and quickly retract from the kiss, holding tight onto Mason. Screams of joy from the people around you were heard, as more canons and smoke machines went off. You look above you, and to your surprise, dollar bills had begun to fall from the strip club ceiling. It was literally raining money. Everyone was cheering and screaming, trying to grab the falling cash. You looked back to Mason with a smile, and you both laughed at what was happening around you and how your moment was interrupted. He shot another smile at you and you gave him a surprise peck on the lips. You just couldn’t get enough.

Most of the money had finished falling down and settled on the dance floor, it had literally coated every surface. It was so thick, you could feel the bills had gathered around your high heels. This money had to be put to some good use somehow, and you smirked when you had an idea. Mason watched you as you bent down, sweeping up a large hand full of dollar bills from the floor. You literally had a stack of money in your hand, now that felt good. You waved the money back and forth, teasing Mason as he looked at you, waiting what your next move was. “Next round of tequila shots on me?” you asked, offering some form of repayment for all the treatment he had paid for tonight. He liked the sound of that idea, taking your hand, he led you back through the crowds to get your well deserved drinks from the bar. You had a thought that this definitely wouldn't be your last visit to Miami.

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