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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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Stardust || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Friends to Lovers au

Summary: If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags/ warnings: himbo-ish jk, so much fluff idk where it came from, smut in the forms of: unintentional masturbation turned coregasm, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex (because that’s really cool), mirror sex, doggy style, technically multiple orgasms, they’re both giggly and in love it’s kinda gross, jk is a tits man, he’s obsessed with boobs, it’s all very tame and kinda soft ig

Notes: yay first fic of 2023. this was way harder to write than i’d anticipated, hopefully i pulled through. and if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t!

<3 thank you to my prettiest baby @4amj3zz for reading this atrocity before i posted it

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✯ ✯ ✯

If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star.

A friendship that’s near impossible to come by, crafted by the hands of a higher being— delicate fingertips moulding fickle personalities and emotions that seem incomplete when not together. Two angels sent to earth to be each others’ number one in another life they’ll spend together.

Precious, like naturally formed diamonds.

And maybe that’s what your friendship was, one of the world’s little treasures. One everyone yearns for, though only a select few have.

Sure, diamonds can be replicated, graphite turned jewelry, simply there for show. A statement piece if you must.

Fake diamonds and fake friendships that seem to be more common than the real deal. Hard to crack, though not impossible— splitting the two of you up into pitiful shards and lost pieces; where even the most skilled hands have trouble putting it back together.

Jungkook doesn’t remember life before you. Though he thinks it must have been dull, flimsy smiles, and friends that hadn’t bothered to call once they moved away.

His existence so easily forgotten, that the gnawing sadness didn’t seem to last as long as he’d anticipated. Simply walking the path of life alone, though he often thought solitude wasn’t all that bad.

Until your worlds had collided. The big bang of your friendship, a new world, a new start, everything so fresh and untampered with.

He’d thought about what life would be like if one day the two of you were to ever part ways, the very thought of you not being by his side like a harsh punch the gut.

And maybe he had gotten a little teary eyed on those evenings he felt a little softer, a little sadder at the thought of you ever leaving. His hands fumbling around his sheets for his phone, your voice his only remedy for his growing anxiety, where promises were whispered and sleepy smiles remained on your faces as you rested.

Jungkook doubts that day will ever come. And maybe that’s all just wishful thinking, a juvenile dream that the promise you’d made to one another would hold strong for the rest of time, until the two of you lay six feet under. Resting side by side until your bodies rot, flesh becoming one with the earth, what is left of your existence blossoming into something beautiful; perhaps a tree, a flower, truly anything, as long as you were together.

“Together?” you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes, eyebrows creasing in distaste.

Jungkook thinks you look pretty in that moment, even if you are pulling a face at him. The two of you sat at a bench in the park, your head haloed by the setting sun, last of the days warmth kissing both your skin in a gentle goodbye before the moon watches over the two of you.

Littles galaxies reflected in both your eyes, where Jungkook thinks each star in his represents one thing he loves about you; hidden behind the moonlight because he doubt yours represent the same.

“Yes” he nods, hair flopping a little over his forehead, and you push the stray strands out of his eyes. Fingers delicate as they brush over his skin, always so gentle with him that his heart flutters like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

“Kook, I love you— you know I do” and he nods, lips quirking up a little, “But working out just, isn’t for me” you conclude, tone firm and his shoulders deflate. Because he knows it’ll take more than glossy puppy eyes and a pout for you to give in.

“First off, I love you too—“

“Thank you” you nod. But Jungkook doesn’t think you understand the weight behind those words.

“And look, how do you know it’s not for you, if you’ve never tried?”

“You put me off” and Jungkook would have thought you were joking if you didn’t have that deadpan look on your face. One he was all too familiar with.

“Huh” he gawks, “How?”

“You always complain about sore muscles, and the thought of being sweaty grosses me out” your head tips forward dramatically, cushioned by your arms from the table.

“It’s a good ache” he watches you turn your head, lips moulded into an unconvinced pout as you stare up at him through your lashes.

“There is no such thing as a good ache, Jungkook”

“Is too”

“When?” you flail, unbothered as Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists.

“Sex ache”

You pause, “Excuse me?”

“You know?” he cocks his head to the side.

“No” you shake your head in utter disbelief.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open, “You’re a little pillow princess aren’t you, I bet you don’t do any of the work”

“Do too, besides—“ you swallow, “It’s none of your business” you pull your hands free of his grasp.

“Come on, I feel like we’re at a point in this relationship we can share these things” his cheek rests atop of your head, each syllable pulled out into a whine.

“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Jungkook” you huff.

You watch him sit up ramrod straight, brain whirring behind his eyes. You think that if he thought any harder you’d be able to hear the echo of his voice.

“Actually, I don’t really wanna hear about yours either” his nose scrunches up, melting your resolve.

A secret charm of his that he didn’t know he had; and you’d never tell him either, no way in hell would you let him weaponize your weakness against you when your heart could barely stand being sat so close to him.

“Best friends don’t always share everything” you quip, only it leaves a tangy taste on your tongue.

“I suppose” Jungkook nods, evidently less enthusiasm radiating off him.

Best friends. It always wet your mood. Like sour candy that’s too sour, or a cute dog that’s breath smells like a rotting carcass.

But that’s what you were, introductions to new classmates or new lovers; it was always best friends. Two simple words that felt like utter shit to say, tumbling past your lips like vomit and then you had to rawdog the aftertaste because you don’t have any toothpaste or mints nearby.

Never anything less, even though there was definitely a lot more going on between the two of you. (Not that either of you had any idea about that.)

It’s a wonder as to how neither of you had grasped the fact that every previous relationship the two of you had, had ended because of the other. Nothing ever seeming to fit in place, the click never being there when it came to someone else.

Communication is key in upholding a relationship of any kind, issues easily resolved with hours of conversation turned mutual understanding, and progression made with a mix of both actions and words. As two people whose love languages were physical touch, the former is just as important as the latter.

One of the only reasons your friendship has lasted this long, is that you both value each other enough to communicate when necessary.

Apart from when you could probably really use it, unidentifiable emotions weaving into your hearts, mixed with a dose of denial can really set you back when you’re near infatuated with your closest friend.

It’s not that either of you had never considered a relationship with one another, others outside your little bubble had brought it up enough times that the meager possibility of it actually happening had been cemented into your thick skulls.

Something nice tickling both your brains at the fact so many people thought you were together together; like, in love together.

Long gone were the days where you’d blurt out your denial to dating accusations with rose dusted cheeks, simply believing the world had a thing against opposite sex friendships. Now, the two of you just laughed off whoever liked to comment on how good you looked as a couple. (Which had brought more than a few of Jungkook’s relationships to turmoil)

It’s just that neither of you believed the other wanted anything more than friendship. A rookie mistake on both your parts, especially when you’d both establish that every and all emotions were to be discussed with one another, no matter what you felt.

“One time” you break the silence, any way to ease the growing tension between the two of you “I’ll work out with you one time. And never again”

You watch the smile as it pulls at the corner of his lips, the prettiest smile, your favorite smile, enough of a reward for whatever pain you’re about to put yourself through. Because as long as Jungkook was happy, then you’d crawl to the ends of the earth if it meant you got to see this smile one more time.

“I love you” he bends down, sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek and you can’t help your own smile, heated cheeks covered as you swat him away from your face. Wiping his saliva from your skin with the back of your hand.

“Whatever” you tut, though Jungkook sees through your faux annoyance.

“We can use my at-home gym as well, so we won’t even be in public”

“Wonderful. Let’s go back now, I’m gonna freeze my tits off if we stay any later”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s gaze flickering down to your chest, lingering a little longer than proper before he’s slinging his zip-up hoodie around your shoulders. Eyes flickering down to his hands briefly before he’s knocking shoulders with you.

“Chivalry isn’t dead” you utter, falling into Jungkook’s side when his arm falls over your shoulder.

✯ ✯ ✯

Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs when he worked out.

You were no stranger to him training, countless vacations together, where the morning was spent with him doing press-up on the balcony or the occasional few times he’d bench-press you for a laugh.

You’d never found it funny though, pussy throbbing between your thighs as he’d grab onto you, arms flexing deliciously. And he never seemed to question why you’d lock yourself up in your room after, purely a coincidence that you’d disappear for an hour after his little stunt.

You were no stranger to a half naked Jungkook either.

Nor were you a juvenile teenager whose panties got in a twist when she saw a toned stomach.

However, this wasn’t just any toned stomach.

Jeon Jungkook was built like Adonis. Carved where every crevice had meaning and every flaw only enhanced his beauty. And it’s hard to think the bushy haired, acne prone teen boy you’d first befriended had turned into this.

If puberty had benefited anyone, it was Jungkook.

“We’ll do something easy today, okay?” he claps and you nod, watching as he saunters over to a basket.

“Pink or blue” he holds up two yoga mats.

“I didn’t think you were into rhinestones” you snort, sun catching on the bedazzled rim of the pink mat— streaks of pink painting the wall.

Jungkook drops said mat, chucking you the blue one before he’s dropping to his knees on the floor.

“It’s one of my exes” he tells you, motioning for you to sit.

If people were flowers, then this is the moment you would have wilted. Deflating in on yourself; it’s not that you were jealous per-say. It’s not like him and his ex were dating at all but still. The very mention of her was enough for you to roll your eyes.

“And you didn’t throw it out?” the words hurdle out your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying.

“No?” his eyes meet your own, “I’m not throwing away good gym equipment”

You sigh, somehow expecting no less from him. Jungkook was a man of many skills, and he’d hounded you to try hobby after hobby with him— but nothing got him going like a good work out. If all other passion in life disappeared then he would still have working out as his escape.

You sigh, “I have somewhere to be later, so let’s hurry this up” a little white lie, but that never hurt anyone.

“You’re not going on another one of those shitty blind dates, are you?” he groans and you whine.

“I told you, I’m never going on any of those ever again”

“You better not” he unrolls his mat, and you follow.

“Or what?” you turn your nose up at him and Jungkook’s foot collides with your thigh.

“On your back, you brat.”

✯ ✯ ✯

“How much more” you flop against the mat, eyes closing.

“That was only the warm up” Jungkook hums, pushing himself up off the floor.

You hear him walk to the other side of the room, cupboard door creaking open as he rummages around for something.

You peek up at him through your lashes when he throws a towel over your back.

“Roll that up” he motions towards it, coming to sit beside you, “And up onto your back again”

Your eyes widen by a fraction when he gently takes the towel out of your hands, pushing your knees apart before he’s closing them; towel stuffed between your thighs.

Your gaze travels down the length of your body, thighs twitching as Jungkook’s fingers wrap around your ankles.

“All you have to do is raise your legs like this okay?” and he demonstrates, making sure to keep your legs straight as he lifts them to a ninety degree angle from your torso. “Leg raises should be easy, even for you” he hums.

“What’s that supposed to mean” you snap, ready to push yourself up, except Jungkook’s hands press down over your chest.

“Hey! No complaining”

You swallow thickly, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you as you raise your legs on your own this time.

“Pretty good, remember to tense your core when you do it, okay?”

You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you do as you’re told.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body hyper aware of each small movement the towel has right over your clit. Pussy throbbing inside your panties and you worry your slick had started to soak through your shorts.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to take notice of your growing predicament, hands hovering over your calf to make sure you’re raising your legs all the way. Though that’s the least of your worries as you feel each new wave of unadulterated pleasure pulse through your core.

“Not so bad huh?” he grins.

It’s a strange sensation, pure arousal ebbing up your body, every brush of your panties over your clit, weight of the towel over your slit slowly bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm.

“I don’t think—“ you start, cutting yourself off with an arm covering your face at a particularly intense wave of arousal. Your stomach tightening at the feeling.

“Just a few more, you’re doing great”

“Kook, I really don’t think—“ your hand clamps over your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers take hold of your legs, helping you raise them; and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. And you can’t help the surprised moan that drips off your lips.

Your knees bend, nudging against your tits as your hand falls over your sodden pussy, dull wave of your orgasm throbbing throughout your body.

Jungkook looks down at you, eyes wide as you simply lay there with your hands between your legs.

“Did you just piss yourself?” he asks, mouth falling open in awe.

“What the fuck?” you cry, “I just came you idiot”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, “Oh” he nods, “Oh. You had a— holy shit”

“Don’t look at me like that” your eyes glaze over with tears, heat prickling up your body in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened”

Your feet fall to the floor, towel falling from between your thighs as you let out a stuttered breath, body still buzzing with the after affects or your surprise orgasm.

“Jungkook?” you peek up at him through hooded eyes, heart pattering so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes meet your own, “That was so fucking hot” he groans, “Looked so pretty”

You watch as his hand rubs over his shorts, his own arousal hard to hide as his head tips back in a way that extenuates his neck.

“Huh?” your eyes widen, willing yourself to not look at what his hands were doing.

“Should have known something like this would have turned you on”

“I wasn’t even turned on” you exasperate, “I clenched my core like you said and it just happened”

“Mhmm” and you can tell he’s unconvinced.

“Stop rubbing your dick, you horny piece of shit” you clamp a hand over your eyes, thighs clenching when he lets out a deep groan.

“Can’t help it” he lets out a sigh, “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d look like when you came, shame it wasn’t on my cock”

Your hand falls from your eyes, “Dreaming?”

“God, haven’t I made it obvious?” he asks, his own hands falling to his sides, though now you have a full view of his straining erection.

“Made what obvious?” you whisper.

“That I like you” he asks and you gawk at him.

“You, like me? I’ve been trying to hint that I like you” you point at him, mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Huh?” it’s Jungkook’s turn for furrowed brows, “I swear you didn’t like me”

“I could have sworn you didn’t like me”

Jungkook snorts, “When did I ever say that?”

“You’re unbelievable”

“Me? What about you?”

Your body lays flaccid, muscles loose; heart hammering in your ears as Jungkook leans back on his hands.

“How long?” you ask, not daring to look up at him.

“High school”

You push a palm into the socket of your eye, low groan rumbling up your throat, “I’ve liked you since, I don’t know, probably high school as well”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice soft and you can feel yourself tearing up— so many emotions plaguing your mind at once you don’t know how to feel.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, “I could say the same thing about you” you huff.

“Why’re you crying” he frowns, thumb gentle as it brushes against your damp cheek.

“We wasted so many years. I seriously thought— you’ve had so many girlfriends”

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same, I guess I thought my feelings would go away if I gave my heart to someone else. And then you started dating around too and I really thought I’d never have a chance”

“Me too” you sigh, nose scrunching up in distaste for all your failed relationships.

“Guess it didn’t work out for either of us huh?” he hums and you nod.

“I think we’re both stupid” you murmur.

And Jungkook nods, “I agree”

“What do we do now?” you push yourself up onto your elbows, frown on your face.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook’s head hovers over your own, the sun meeting the moon at the same point in the sky— your eclipse. The rest of your world suddenly shrouded in darkness, all you can see, think, smell, everything just Jungkook.

You nod, eyes flitting across his face as his arms cage your head. You can see his biceps flexing in your peripherals, thick muscle straining under the weight of his torso.

Jungkook’s lips hover over your own, a breaths width away from touching. You tilt your head up, pillowy lips cushioning your own and that’s when everything falls into place.

There’s nothing desperate about the kiss, ever so gentle and slow, the two of you aware that lost time can be made up in the future as you simply bask in this moment; your worlds aligning, tilting on the same axis, everything just perfect and right, and your hearts beating in sync, and breathing stuttered as you both pull away with hesitance.

Your hands cup Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes searching his own for anything, just something to tell you this wasn’t all a dream— that he really did like you back.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” he whispers, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips.

“No” you smile, giggle bubbling up your throat and Jungkook can’t help but grin down at you.

“I’ll tell you every day, all the time. You’ll get sick of me”

“I could never get sick of you, Jungkook” you push yourself up onto your elbows, noses bumping.

He tilts his head, kiss firm, and you moan as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent plea for access.

You oblige, arms slung over his shoulders as you bring his body closer to your own, heat radiating off the two of you in thick waves.

“You taste so good” he groans, hands wandering down your body, teasing as they pull up the hem of your hoodie, “Want this off”

Your fingers tug at the offending material, dragging it up your body, “Hang on” you pull away from the kiss, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the sight of you. Red swollen lips, a sheen of his saliva coating them.

You pull your hoodie over your head, throwing it somewhere, a problem for later. Thighs clenching as Jungkook stares down at you— eyes wandering.

“And this” his fingers skim over the edge of your sports bra, dancing over your skin, mapping you out of every little spot he wants to kiss.

You hesitate.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable” Jungkook’s smile is gentle, retracting his hands and you want to whine at the loss of contact.

“I want to” you tell him, hoping the shake in your voice didn’t sound too unconvincing. The incessant throbbing between your legs wouldn’t go away unless Jungkook helped you out and your patience was slowly wearing thin.

“But?” he urges.

“I’m nervous” you admit and he smiles; reassuring.

“How can I help?”

You squirm under his gaze, fizzling embarrassment painting your cheeks red, “Can we both—“ you cut yourself off with a whine.

“Come on, gotta use your words, my love”

“Can we both get naked” you splutter, “At the same time?”

Jungkook’s head falls back, fully belly laugh wracking through his body, “Of course”

You tug your shorts off, Jungkook following you; a pile of both your clothes laying forgotten by your head. You’re too distracted tugging your sports bra off to see Jungkook’s length slap against his stomach. Tip of his cock an angry red, his fingers barely touching his shaft as he closes them around the length.

“Oh” he croons, “How pretty. Can I touch you?”

You nod, falling onto your back.

Jungkook’s careful as he touches you, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, testing the waters as he tugs at them, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Feels good?” his voice low, and you nod; hips involuntarily bucking upwards when you finally cast a glance at his length. Eyes widening a little in awe.

His fingers dig into your flesh, and he bends down, lips closing around one of your nipples. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin; tugging in a way that sends warm pleasure straight to your core.

He kisses over your chest, lips worshipping your skin, fingers skimming over the underside of your boob.

Each gentle press of his lips are searing as he works down your body. And your breath hitches as his hovers over your pussy, folds glistening with your arousal.

“Oh baby” he groans, and your thighs twitch as his warm breath fans over your core.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, impatient as they tug him closer to where you need him; an embarrassed whine falling past your lips when he kisses over you clit, once, then twice.

“Jungkook” you squeak, legs tensing when he finally wraps his lips around it, tongue flicking at your clit meanly.

He simply hums, vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure straight through your body, another gush of wetness dribbling from your hole. Jungkook wastes no time, fingers scooping up your leaking arousal before he’s pushing them into you.

“Oh” your chest stutters a breath as he pulls his fingers out of you, tongue licking a broad stripe over your cunt before his thumb brushes over your clit.

“You like that?” he asks, though the question was rhetorical as he repeats the motion. Tongue teasing over your hole before he’s lapping up your slick; sucking at your folds, squelching lewd accompanied by each hearty moan.

Your thighs start to shake, clamping around Jungkook’s head though that barely deters him, as he pushes your legs open by your knees.

“Stop. Kook— please” you whimper, “wanna cum around your cock”

That catches his attention, and with one final kiss to your clit he’s pushing himself onto his elbows.

Jungkook looks like the epitome of sin, slick stained chin and swollen red lips, unashamed as he licks your arousal off his face, humming in satisfaction as your chest stutters out a breath.

“Lemme get a condom” he murmurs, lips pressing another kiss over your knee before he’s pushing himself to stand. Your eyes follow his body, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach with every step he takes.

“Hopefully they’re not expired” he calls from the other room, and you giggle at that, “We’re good” he flashes you a grin as he drops back between your legs; foil wrapper held between two fingers.

You watch his fingers run down his length, thumb brushing over his slit and you feel slick dribble out of your hole as a bead of pre-cum coats the head of his cock shiny.

“Please” your head tips back, hands impatient as they tug at your nipples; Jungkook completely entranced by the sight. “Hurry, hurry” you nudge his thigh with your foot, and albeit reluctant, he tears his eyes away from your tits.

He rips the condom open with his teeth, a cheesy attempt at seducing you, and you weren’t about to tell him all he had to do was breathe and you panties would dampen.

He rolls the rubber down his length, fingers wrapping around his cock as he tugs a few times. You choose that moment to flip yourself over, hips raised as your chest lays flat against the floor and Jungkook moans.

“My pretty baby” he croons, hands roaming your ass before he’s pulling your cheeks apart; eyes fixed on your clenching cunt. Ever so enticing, silently begging to be filled and fucked until you can’t think or walk; a perfect excuse for Jungkook to pamper you a little.

You wiggle your hips, giggle muffled in the crook of your elbow has he parts your lips with his thumb, gently dipping into you hole before he’s pulling out.

“Please, Jungkook”

And that’s all it takes for him to line the head of his cock up with you entrance, tip nudging against your clit before he’s pushing into you; every inch stretching you apart deliciously.

“So good” you sigh, walls clenching around him and Jungkook can’t help the stutter of his hips, punching the air out of your lungs at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry—“ his fingers dig into your hips, “Just feels so good, sucking me in”

You rock back onto his cock, breathy moan tumbling past your lips as your ass meets his pelvis; cock fully tucked into your pussy.

“Give me a moment” you shudder, body thrumming in anticipation.

Jungkook hums, hands wandering your body, fingers dancing over your skin. A surprised moan echoes throughout the room as his hands grab both your tits, squeezing them, fingers rubbing over both your nipples sending hot pleasure straight to your cunt.

He can feel you rhythmically clenching around him, walls sucking him in as you rock forward an inch before you’re sinking back down on his length.

“Okay” you nod, fingers holding onto the edge of the yoga mat.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling out to the tip, hips slow as he plunges back into you.

“Mhmm”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You can’t help each near pornographic moan that’s pushed out of you with each harsh slap of Jungkook’s hips meeting your ass, skin smacking wet as your slick coats your thighs.

“So good for me” his head tips back, arms hooking around your bent elbows.

You let out a squeak as he sits you up, and your walls constrict around his length as he pushes deeper inside of you, gush of wetness clinging to his thighs.

“So good” your head tips back onto his shoulder, knees helping you bounce up his length.

Your back arches when the head of cock hits your g-spot, ring of creamy slick gathering at the base of his cock each time you pull up to the tip.

“Look at that” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, one hand tangling into your hair as the other settles over your throat.

He tugs your head up, and you catch your reflection in the full length mirror; insides of your thighs coated in a sheen of your slick, Jungkook’s hips thrusting his cock up into you, both your bodies glistening with sweat.

The red hue of your cheeks flushes down your neck and chest, shade darkening with each wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook helps you bounce in his lap.

He watches your tits bounce, both his hands wandering to grab them, pulling your back closer to chest as he pounds into you.

“I’m gonna cum” you hiccup, hands scrambling to hold onto his bicep as your other hand travels down your body, fingers gathering up your slick before you’re circling your clit.

You thighs start to shake, crescent moons indented into your skin as Jungkook’s grip on your chest tightens, your walls throbbing around his cock, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

“Yeah?” his hips stutter, “Come for me then, pretty. Let’s come together”

You moan, fingers unrelenting as you thrum at your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm wracks throughout your entire body when it hits, stomach tensing as your cum coats Jungkook cock, which twitches as he thrusts up into you.

He holds you down on his length, deep groan rumbling through his chest as he shoots his seed into the condom, your walls continuing to milk him of everything he’s got.

“Good girl” he soothes, hands falling to your hips as you fall forwards, cheek pressed against the mat as Jungkook pulls out, thrusting back into you gently.

“Thank you” you whimper, thighs tensing as he pulls himself out of your sodden pussy, folds glistening creamy white.

✯ ✯ ✯

Everything feels right. The two of you tucked into Jungkook’s bed after a shower, both your hands roaming one another’s bodies.

You’d clung to Jungkook’s back as he’d cooked you both dinner, work-out long forgotten as you’d both worked up an appetite. Muscles too sore, too achey, to even think of carrying on anything that isn’t wrapping up warm in each others’ arms.

It’s strange how so much, but nothing had changed. You still danced around each other with practiced ease, hands still feathery light, skimming over hips and backs, where legs are tangled under blankets, cold feet on warm skin.

There was something mellow in the air, a film of freedom, hearts on your sleeves for one another to see, where kisses felt softer, deeper in promise and love.

All the ‘I love yous’ holding the right weight, both understanding that the love you feel is the right kind of love.

He’d thought about it a lot, from the day you’d both confessed; messy, but a confession nonetheless. (And he had made sure to ask you to be his girlfriend in a more romantic setting than his spare room turned gym). That maybe the time growing up as just friends wasn’t wasted.

Failed relationships and sticky breakups simply teaching the two of you the right way to love.

Learning the give and take of relationships, what it truly meant to be in love with another person. Where you want nothing more than their happiness, a pure sort of adoration that consumes your entire being until they’re always on your mind. Small, seemingly insignificant parts of life reminding you of them. Trinkets in corner shops or the changes in season, certain smells, textures of clothing.

Learning about what you want for yourselves and how to take care of one another.

So he doesn’t regret all those years spent as just friends. Because maybe the two of you were too young, too eager, too scared about something as precious as true love. Growing up together, as just friends, might have brought the two of you closer than rushed first loves and petty arguments that you’d look back on and regret.

Red string. Stars. Fate. Destiny. Any of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what brought the two of you together, two souls intertwined until you both part ways when your lights flicker out. Though he thinks you’d reignite them wherever the two of you end up later on, new lives, new worlds. New everything, where he gets to learn about you all over again, explore your being, as you explore his, and you’re moulding into one another once more.

He wonders how long you’ve both been laying there, lips pulled up into lazy smiles, kiss swollen; little galaxies reflected in both your eyes.

Where every glistening star is a reason as to why you love each other. Your galaxies shining with a million different reasons, moonlight no longer veiling what lay beneath.

Because Jungkook thinks, if people were made of stardust before they were born. There’s no doubt in his mind, the two of you were made from the same star.

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diamondveneer · 2 years

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#travel jewelry organizer #imitate solitaire fake diamond earrings

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delicatestones · 3 months

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Various Parahuman Teen Couples Go To The Mall

Brian and Taylor: Going to the mall is a normal thing neither of them enjoy, which is precisely why they convince themselves that they should do it. Brian musters up hope that he will be able to carry Taylor's bags and wait for her on benches outside of clothes stores, which will affirm his value as a man. Taylor, who only wants to buy a single hoodie, anxiously refuses to let Brian carry her bag because she doesn't want to be a burden, which banishes Brian to the Masculine Insecurity Pocket Dimension in his own mind. They attempt to rally by going to the food court, where they try to have an awkward 'normal' conversation over greasy pizza slices.

Fortunately, a supervillain they have history with attacks the mall mid-pizza, and they rush off to change in the mall bathrooms and return to thoroughly beat the interloper's ass. Brian apologizes for the mall date going wrong (secretly relieved, also deeply compelled by watching Taylor break a guy's arm with a baton) while Taylor says it's no big deal (even more relieved, mesmerized by Brian's visible sweat on the back of his neck). They may or may not awkwardly touch hands at the fire exit before they flee the scene of the crime.

Krouse and Noelle (Pre-Simurgh): On a quest for limited edition Ransack merch at the Gamestop, which turns out to be all sold out or on reserve. Krouse tries to social engineer it out of the clerk anyway, but Noelle gets so visibly uncomfortable he desists. In the depths of excruciating failure he says something shitty about the guy's haircut after they leave the store and Noelle tells him he's being a dick, which he apologizes excessively for in a way that just makes it more awkward.

In a now desperate effort to turn things around, Krouse tries to lighten the mood by latching onto listing Alternative Mall Activities including one of those photo booth set ups. He makes fun of how cliche they are and how it would be completely lame if they went into one, which transitions into cajoling Noelle to join him in this extremely cringe activity for the bit. She says her hair looks dumb and she doesn't want to, so he gallantly offers her his over-sized hoodie so she can hide her face the entire time, a gesture he does not realize extends the shelf life of their relationship for a solid two weeks. His visible joy when she agrees to the idea adds another week to the tail end of that. They hold hands on the way to the parking lot.

His copy of their photos becomes an instantly precious memento he sticks on the wall above his bed; Noelle puts hers in her picture shoebox in her closet. He spends all night on E-bay overbidding for the merch.

Krouse and Noelle (Post-Simurgh): Twelve Injured One Dead In 'Food Court Nightmare'.

Dean and Victoria: It takes Victoria half an hour to get ready for a mall trip. Dean shows up too early to pick her up and engages Carol Dallon in small talk for twenty minutes, a time span in which Carol manages to list every single one of Victoria's deepest insecurities in the form of barely veiled criticism while Dean smiles like he's being held at gunpoint.

At the mall they get stopped outside the Gap by a gaggle of Glory Girl preteen fans. Dean holds Victoria's bags (many) while she goes through the New Wave Fan Experience Checklist. Victoria says something afterwards to him on the way to the next store that hints at the Dallon Torment Nexus. Dean continues smiling and offers the mildest possible effort at sympathy, which Victoria reacts to with virulent irritation, so he gives up and buys her a mall outlet jewelry store diamond tennis bracelet instead. Thus mollified, she proceeds to allow him to obtain Jamba Juice for the both of them. It's another normal (bad) day in Brockton Bay.

Aisha and Alec: There strictly to cause problems for the sake of causing problems. Alec 'distracts' the staff at Hot Topic by faking a fall into a rack of studded belts and loudly insisting he will sue them for emotional and psychic damages while Aisha shoplifts bracelets. They buy hot pretzels and perch on the edge of the mall fountain marked 'NO LOITERING' to conspicuously loiter while occasionally kicking each other in the ankle. When a security guard tries to get them to move they collaborate on roasting his bloodline back to medieval times, triggering rent-a-cop wrath and a threat to call the Real Cops.

Now officially Wronged By The System, they decamp to breaking into the mall's back corridors (going through an unlocked access door) to vandalize the security office while throwing gummy worms at each other's mouths and missing 70% of the time. In high spirits, they make their cunning exit (leaving through the same door) and sneak into a horror movie at the mall theater halfway through its run time. They heckle the on-screen slasher victims for being idiots until an usher shows up with the original security guard, and then book it for the outside world while laughing like small and charming hyenas.

They agree they should totally rob the mall for real later, preferably while Brian and Taylor are on their make-up mall date, because they are good and kind teammates who only want the best for them.

(This post inspired by the learned discourses of Wormblr character understanders, particularly users lakesbian and simurghed. Any mischaracterizations and errors are my own. These hypotheticals are a non-representative sample of Ways They Could Be At The Mall.)

#parahumans #wormblr

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OMG how about a small time villain wondering why shoto or hawks is always on their tail like there are other villains worse than me why do u keep chasing me?

Pairing: Yandere Shoto Todoroki x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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AN: I hope you like this, tried my best! 😊

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“I didn’t take anything!”

You cross your arms in front of your chest, huffing with annoyance and a tinge of humiliation.

It’s frankly embarrassing to be caught red-handed while trying to sneak a few pieces of pricey jewelry onto your purse. It was supposed to be easy.

The old jeweler was already distracted with some lovey-dovey couple seeking for their engagement rings, so he barely paid you any attention aside from a few quick glances, too busy helping out his clients.

You were almost successful, if it weren’t for the stupid two-toned hair hero.

“You were stealing.”

You roll your eyes, hands defiantly placed on your hips.

“Was not. I was only looking.” the lie naturally flows from your lips, “Was thinking about buying a diamond bracelet. For someone special, if I must say.”

Another lie, but since you’re almost certain of the Pro Hero’s crush on you, you tease him in hopes to distract him from booking you.

He hasn’t taken you into police custody so far, despite the numerous times he’s caught you in the middle of stealing. And you certainly don’t want to go to jail anytime soon.

He’s not really your type - too nice and too good to catch your interest, but you play with him anyways.

Dating a Pro Hero could bring so many benefits into life. The thought of all the money he must earn in a single month makes water rise to your mouth.

Todoroki’s eyes squint, brows wrinkling.

“I… wasn’t aware you had a boyfriend.” his voice comes out gruff, deeper than the usual, and you almost smirk at that.

You shrug your shoulders, picking on a chipped nail.

“I don’t. The special guy hasn’t asked me out yet.” you slump your shoulders, a sad expression on your face.

“.Oh...who is he?”

“A Pro Hero.” you look at him with not-so-subtle adoration, “He’s in the Top 5 and he’s really amazing. Always helps a girl out when she needs it, you know? I’m just hoping he might like me back.”

A shade of pink dusts Todoroki’s cheeks and he blinks quickly. You’re almost surprised he was able to catch your hint, usually he’s as dense as a rock.

You open your lips to keep going, but his phone shrieks and Todoroki begrudgingly takes the call. You smile at him, twirling a strand of hair in your finger, noticing how his eyes keep glancing at you as he speaks.

“Yes. Alright. I’ll be there in five.”

With that, he ends the call.

“Oh, you have to go?” you fake a pout. On the inside, you’re rejoicing.

He hesitates, mouth opening and closing despite no words coming out. It’s an awkward moment but he quickly regains his usual expressionless stance, looking at you.

“I… don’t have time to take you into custody right now. But this shouldn't be repeated, okay? Being a villain isn’t something a girl like yourself should be doing.” you nod solemnly, almost burning with irritation but somehow managing to pull your face into the perfect painting of regret.

He looks at you, swallowing heavily before speaking.

“...and I hope that special guy asks you out soon.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere my hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mnha #yandere shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #yandere shoto x reader #yandere x reader

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luvneymar · 1 year

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Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy

PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,

NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.

You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.

“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.

“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.

His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”

“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.

Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.

“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.

He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.

The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”

He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”

Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”

“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.

“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.

“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.

“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.

He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear

“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.

“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.

From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.

He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”

“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.

As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.

“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.

“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.

Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.

“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.

“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.

“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.

“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.

“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.

“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .

You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”

Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”

As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”

“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.

He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.

“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”

As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”

It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.

“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub

You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”

“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”

“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.

“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.

“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”

You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”

You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.

“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”

MASON MOUNT — roses!

“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.

“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.

“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.

“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.

“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.

“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.

This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”

“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.

“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”

“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.

You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”

“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.

“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.

You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”

“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.

“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”

“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.

“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.

“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.

“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.

“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”

“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”

#football imagines #richarlison x reader #mason mount x reader #trent alexander arnold #antoine griezmann #football oneshot #football drabble #football smut #football fanfic #football x reader #football #trent x reader #football fic #football masterlist

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hotdogdynamitezzz · 1 year

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Your Fashion and Style Guide

Pt.1

Part 2 (Libra - Pisces) Here

Use your Rising & Venus sign!

Aries:

Prioritizes comfort but doesn't compromise for their fashion style

Absolutely rocks streetwear & athleisure

Prefers sporty fits the most!

Looks best in red & black clothing

Their style always has some sort of edge to it

Big on grunge and vintage rockband t shirts

They love combat boots and they generally prefer flame or camo print clothes

This sounds odd but they kinda remind me of a racecar aesthetic?

Very Sharp with their fashion choices

They look great in leather jackets

A bold colour paired with a neutral for a high contrast look suit them best

They love the rockstar or baddie aesthetic

Looks ~

Taurus:

They have three modes, classy bitches, edgy e-girls & bohemian botanical.

But generally, I see classy and soft the most

Green, Brown, Beige, White, Black, Pink & Red for sensuality.

They love wearing neutrals but they often mix it up with some colour now and again

They usually have some sort of special necklace

A fan of pearls because it's classic

But diamonds are their best friends too ofc

Fuzzy & Fluffy cardigans or sweaters have their heart, especially the white and brown colours

They are into floral and flannel patterns

Their favorite colour options are brown & pink or white & pink 🕊💕

They usually dress more modest but make it look high fashion

They usually like to incorporate silk or a corset into their outfit, being ruled by venus makes them into a sensual and seductive look

Generally they favour comfortable fabrics and silk

Looks ~

Gemini:

I noticed they don't really like dark colours and generally prefer brighter neutrals or colours

They like off-the-shoulder, cold shoulder, cutout tops & cool designs on their shirts whether its long sleeve or not

They choose tops based on the arm style such as balloon sleeves or cutouts

Asymmetrical styles suit them best

Colors are white, bright pinks, and green.

Earrings & Bracelets are their favorite accessories

They like a fairy aesthetic, something that feels whimsical

Likes to switch between feminine and masculine clothing frequently

Very experimental with their clothes

Looks ~

Cancer:

Either soft and girly or moody and dark!

They prefer to keep it modest unless showing off their chest

Their choice of jewelry are pearl necklaces

The shoes they tend to favour are chunky block heels & sandals

Prefers blue, pink & white or black

Soft and flowy clothes like cardigans or kimonos

Knee high socks + sweater dresses look great

They love sweetheart necklines

Into crop tops! Usually silk crops

They like to pair tight clothes with a flowy jacket! Especially if it has a pop of colour

Overall style changes depending on how they're feeling that day

Looks ~

Leo:

Everytime I looked up a Leo rising celebrity that were ALWAYS wearing sunglasses

A fan of sunhats too!

Anything bright & metallic suit them perfectly

They look lavish in silky and shiny materials

They tend to wear fur coats

They like long and sturdy coats in general!

Usually they own big statement jewelry

Everything looks shiny tbh especially their hair.

Sparkly clothes & sequins are their weakness

They could rock sundresses

They look great in animal print, specifically cheetah or leopard.

Bold fashion is their go-to

Even if they wear neutral colours they make sure the texture stands out

Jumpsuits were really popular among them! I think they like to look playful but glamorous at the same time

They will not leave the house unless they look ready for a fashion show lol

Their motive is to standout and turn heads.

Looks ~

Virgo:

Less is more for them

They like simple t-shirts with cute mottos like "be kind" or some shit that HAS to be written in small font or they won't wear it LOL

A Preppy Style & Sweater Vests are their thing

So is gingham print

They rock high-fashion looks

Fake glasses are a cute trend they look good in

A big fan of trench coats and cardigans

They prefer a business casual look

They prefer earthy tones & greens.

They are all about the simplicity in versatility! For instance they usually like black jeans and a white top but the top can be a tube top or a halter top based on what they want that day

They LOVE BLAZERS

Very picky about fashion, I find super bright colors often turn them away

Quality > Quantity for them

A lot of them look great in crop tops, or waist accentuating clothing like kim k is known for

Watches are usually a staple item they prefer

Looks ~

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readychilledwine · 5 months

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can we pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee have some angst with rhys where he forgets her birthday?????????

A teeny tiny Rhys kind of angsty drabble with a plot twist ending 👉👈 it kind of took on a mind of its own when I began writing him using his money to get reader's forgiveness..

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Warning - Based on the fan theory that Rhysand is actually evil

The waitress silently handed you the bill. Her hands were shaking as if you were about to explode on her at any second.

Your anger wasn't with her. She wasn't your mate, home for the first time in 50 years and already making promises they couldn't keep.

You handed her the payment and a heavy tip, apologizing to her gently as you held her hand in hers and walked out into the streets of Velaris.

You had shut your end of the bond down hours ago. Choosing to eat in silence at your table for two when you realized Rhysand wasn't coming. You didn't want him to feel your turmoil and burning rage.

Fae bowed their heads to you, soft greets of “High Lady,” following the movement. You hadn't felt like a High Lady in months, though. Rhys had a new power toy he was all too excited to manipulate and play with, leaving you in the dark as his plotting had finally come to fruition. He was using her. You knew this.

You knew each member of his Inner Circle was a pawn. A piece he could use to achieve the High King Title one day. Why should you have expected anything more for yourself? Being his mate, his equal in all of this, it didn't mean he treated you above that expectation. Especially with your powers.

You shook that thought. Being his mate did mean he loves you, and you did at least know that as tendrils of darkness began to race towards you, finding you in the streets and leading you somewhere.

You sighed outside of the jewelry shop, opening the door and raising a brow at your husband. “Pick whatever you'd like,” his voice was defeated. Face showing the obvious signs of his mistake. “I am sorry, darling.”

You nodded and began to browse as he held you close, kissing each finger. “I have no excuse. I forgot.”

You nodded again, pointing to a salt and pepper necklace and earring set, watching as it was removed from the case, and you continued looking. His lips were near your ear, purring softly enough only you could hear him, “I promise I will make it up to you in the end. That we will have our happy ending. Our perfect victory.” You pointed to another diamond necklace, almost drooling at how finely cut the stones were. "The bracelet and earrings too," Rhysand faked politeness. "I'd also like to see that set closer," he motioned towards a finely made amethyst necklace and earrings set.

You smiled, turning in his arms and playing coy as the worker was preoccupied bagging the expensive gemsets, including the amethyst set Rhysand had approved. "And when you were that crown, will you fuck me on that throne in front of her? Put her in her place and remind her she is truly nothing more than your whore?”

"I'll buy the store if you want. Bathe you in a tub of diamonds, gems, and gold until you forgive me. I'll kneel at your feet, worship you, my queen." You pointed to another piece, a gorgeous choker that fell into body chains. "Gods wear that for me with nothing below it, darling. Let me show you how sorry I am. Anything you ask is yours, my mate."

Rhysand's eyes darkened. “Nightly, if that it what it takes for my darling to forgive me.”

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #evil!rhys x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand x y/n #the thought of evil rhys makes me shiver

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contac · 2 years

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#dinner ring #diamelle #fake diamonds #vhs #gif #1985 #special tv offer #crappy ring #RUBY RED CRYSTALS #shiny #jewelry

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shadowlali · 5 months

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mayor que usted - ch. 2

COD AU - Coronel Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~10k series masterlist

series summary: You live a carefree and happy life in Las Almas now that El Sin Nombre is gone. Unbeknownst to the people, a new narco moves in with his eyes on you and nothing to lose. Alejandro steps up as your pretend boyfriend while Los Vaqueros stage a plan to take down this new threat. It's fake dating until it's not. You and Alejandro slip into the roles too well and lines begin to blur. Will Alejandro be able to let go of his own rules to allow himself the chance to find love? Based off this request.

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of y/n, not too many descriptions of reader (Alejandro is taller than reader), age gap (not specified but keep it legal), stalker behavior by unwanted suitor, mentions of blood/violence, mentions of narcos/cartels, mentions of drugs, cliffhanger, mutual pining, slow burn, size kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, somnophilia (consensual), creampie (many) a/n: thank you all for being so patient! sargento in spanish is pronounced sar-hen-toh

Reader's P.O.V.

“What are we doing here?”

“An errand,” Alejandro responds as he parks his truck close to the plaza.

“So talkative,” you mutter under your breath.

You see Alejandro laugh as he walks around the front of the truck and comes to open the passenger door. His attention is on you while he helps you jump down but his eyes are on a constant swivel as you begin to walk. Before reaching the main plaza, Alejandro links his fingers through yours and brings you in closer. It’s your first time back in town after the break-in, the past few days you’ve been holed up at Alejandro’s ranch.

Rudy’s mom immediately wanted to take you back to their home but Alejandro stopped her, saying his girlfriend would be staying at his home. To say Rudy’s mom and Alejandro’s mom were happy would be an understatement. The break-in was momentarily forgotten while they pounced with hugs and kisses and slight chastising because they weren’t aware you two were together.

Alejandro had already come up with a plan the day before on what the story would be. According to him, you two have always been attracted to each other. Neither of you made a move for fear of rejection until Alejandro realized he couldn’t imagine you with anyone else but him. It was sweet and to the point.

Ximena thought it was extra sweet that Alejandro was the one to come up with the story, making a comment while you two were alone that it would be amazing if this led to something more. You reminded her that it was fake, even if your heart fluttered just a bit at the idea. However, the last thing you want to do is make Alejandro uncomfortable.

You're shaken out of your thoughts as Alejandro stops in front of the local jewelry store. Once inside, the store attendant waves hello and steps in their back room. Alejandro walks to the register to wait and you take a moment to walk around the store. You don’t come in here often, but the few times you have you always take a look at the shiny jewelry. Underneath the glass display, one particular ring catches your eye. The large diamond placed in the middle of the gold band twinkles back at you. The store attendant comes back with two long boxes and you hear Alejandro call your name.

“We were able to clean your chain, Coronel,” she states as she opens one box to show the thick chain Alejandro wears everyday, ”and we also found the one you were looking for. It was a little difficult to find the pendant and we did have to call another store in the next town over, but we put it together like you asked.”

She places the box in front of you and opens it. A dainty gold chain and butterfly pendant are laid upon the cushioned silk of the box.

“¿Te gusta?” Alejandro asks you. [Do you like it?]

“I–yes, it’s beautiful.”

Alejandro picks up the necklace and opens the clasp. “Turn around, nena.”

“Wait, it’s for me? Alejandro, no that’s–that's too much. I–”

“Turn around,” he insists more firmly.

You raise your eyebrow at his tone, ignoring the flash of heat in your core. The corner of his lips curve slightly before he hides his smile and gently turns you around. With no room to deny him, you let him wrap the chain around your neck. His fingertips brush over your skin briefly while he adjusts the piece before he moves back. You turn towards one of the mirrors on the display case to thumb the gold butterfly, watching it wink back through the mirror.

“Alejandro, I don’t know what to say?”

“Say you accept my gift.” he says plainly, as if buying you an expensive present is completely normal on a random weekday.

You whisper thank you and lean to place a small kiss on his jaw, your lips tickled by the thick hair from his beard. He offers you a smile while he quickly clasps his own chain around his neck. The store attendant busies herself by placing both boxes in a gift bag with some cleaning kits.

You don’t hear the rest of the conversation, the store attendant and Alejandro’s voice drowned out by the blood rushing to your ears. It’s not the first gift he’s bought for you, the journals and books and nice pens that sit on your desk are a testament to what an amazing gift giver he is.

But this is the first time he’s bought jewelry for you, expensive and personalized jewelry. It has to be all a part of his plan… right? Yes, you think, he probably has a much more logical reason for this gift. If the store attendant had to call a store in another town to find something for Coronel Alejandro Vargas, then that’s already two separate people outside of the families who know about the relationship. While you love this town, it's small enough that any sort of gossip spreads like wildfire and will eventually reach León.

Their conversation comes to an end and Alejandro leads you out of the store, once again reaching for your hand. The walk back to the truck is interrupted by a few people coming up to ask if you’re okay. You think their concerns are genuine, but you can also see their curious glances towards your linked hands. Alejandro lets them know he’s looking into the break-in but in the meantime his mujer will be staying with him. [woman]

In that moment you thank Alejandro and Rudy’s need for privacy. While their families and very close friends know where they live, most in Las Almas have only an idea of where their homes might be. The last thing you want is León finding Alejandro or Rudy’s home and doing something in retaliation. Alejandro leads you back to the truck and begins the drive to base.

“Ale… why did you buy me this necklace?” you ask while absentmindedly playing with the pendant.

He glances over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other arm placed on the center console. You can see your reflection in his black aviators. He fixes his eyes on the road once more before he answers. “I thought you deserved something nice after what happened.”

You’re left speechless for a few seconds until you laugh. “You’re already doing so much for me! A necklace wasn’t necessary.”

“Just enjoy it, yeah?” he says.

You nod and lean over the console to place another kiss on his cheek. The rest of the ride is left in comfortable silence.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

Alejandro only half listens to Rudy as he sees you walk away with Ximena, most likely to her office where she does their bookkeeping. Ximena points to the necklace and while he can’t hear what she says, he assumes she’s asking about it. You disappear from view as the both of you turn the corner.

“Alejandro? Alejandro?” Rudy asks.

“Ye—Yes, you were talking about the cargo you intercepted.”

Rudy raises his eyebrow slightly but continues talking, “I have some soldiers sorting through it but it’s weapons we haven’t seen before.”

“What did the driver say?”

Rudy sighs, “Nothing valuable. Said he was hired to pick up the truck and drive it to some place not far from here. He had a map so I sent some soldiers to check it out… You think it was León?”

Alejandro’s stomach sours at the mention of that name. “Could be. Let’s hope the soldiers find something good.”

Rudy leaves, relieved from his shift now that Alejandro is there. He takes you and Ximena with him, getting instructions from Alejandro to drop you off at his home. Alejandro does a few rounds on base, checking in on the soldiers while also periodically checking his phone to view his security cameras. Once he sees that his home is quiet, aside from the guards patrolling the outskirts of his property, Alejandro makes his way to the cargo.

The warehouse that holds the confiscated semi-truck is noisy and busy, the soldiers removing boxes and sorting through all the weapons carefully. He takes a look at the various pieces, his jaw clenching once he realizes they were assembled in parts. It’ll be difficult to trace the weapons to the source. It hurts him to see all of this. Alejandro worked so hard to free Las Almas only for narcos to start moving back in. No. I won’t let them, he thinks.

Alejandro spends the rest of the afternoon sorting through and taking inventory of what they find. They manage to find a burner phone hidden underneath the seat. He has one of the soldiers try to trace the phone numbers and look through the text messages. It turns out to be useless, the two phone numbers recorded in the phone seem to be from a randomized phone number app. More bad news comes his way once the soldiers sent to check-out the drop off sight come back with no information. The drop-off site was an empty field with no signs of life in the surrounding area.

Hours later, once the sun has set and they’ve sorted through half of the boxes, Alejandro decides to leave. On a normal day, he’d stay on base to work the moment he wakes. He rushes home instead, wondering if his guest needs him even though he knows you’re okay. It’s still early in the night, and he assumes you’re curled up on the couch with one of the books from his shelf. The scent of home cooked food drifts to him once he walks through the front door. Alejandro walks towards the dining room and sees you place dishes on the table.

“Hey, you’re home!” you greet him. “I made dinner.” You offer him a bright smile and continue talking, ”I realized if I’m staying here the least I could do would be to cook.”

Alejandro isn’t sure how to react and instead continues to stand still, surprise etched on his face.

“I asked your mom what your favorite foods are and she gave me some of her recipes.”

“She must have been very excited that you called,” he manages to say after his silence. “But, you don’t have to, you’re a guest–”

Your smile drops and you let out a sigh, “I want to, Ale. Just let me do this, okay?”

Alejandro notices the stubborn look in your eyes, the one where he knows you’ll just ignore him. He nods once, the smile returning to your face once you realize he’s accepting your proposition. You walk back into the kitchen to get his drink after telling him to wash up. As he makes his way to his room, Alejandro smiles to himself. Despite being serious about not wanting you to worry about cooking for him, he can’t help but feel warmth spread through his chest at all the effort you put in.

The conversation flows easily between the two of you, Alejandro’s body calming down after his long day of work. He savors each bite of food and tells you over and over how delicious it is. You wave him off, a shy looking flashing across your face. You ask him personal questions, like what his favorite books are and when was the first time he rode a horse.

It's been a few hours, the food and drinks long gone. Alejandro begins picking up plates and cups once he notices the sleepy look in your eyes. He doesn’t want the night to end, which is scary to think. In these past few days and in these last few hours, he’s come to realize how comfortable he is in your presence. He craves more of you, more of your thoughts and your stories and the sound of your voice.

You refuse to stay sitting, instead helping dry plates while he washes. Alejandro asks about your plans the next day and his stomach drops once you remind him that you’ll be returning to work. As much as he’d love to keep you locked up in his house until the threat is neutralized, you deserve to live your normal life. With a soldier he’s handpicked to protect you, of course.

The kitchen now clean, the both of you walk down the hallway. You bid him goodnight once you reach your door. With a soft click, the door to your room closes. He stares at the closed door for a few moments, listening to your muffled steps and then the shower turning on. Alejandro drags his feet to his room, wondering how he’s going to survive living under the same roof as you.

- - -

Reader’s P.O.V.

Bright and early the next day you arrive to work and park your car. You wave to the escolta who parks right next to your car and make your way into the boutique. You manage to take some steps inside before you’re bombarded with questions from your coworkers. [bodyguard]

“Why didn’t you tell us you were dating Coronel Vargas?”

“Is it true he bought you a neckla–oh, it's so pretty!”

“How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?”

“When did you move in with him?”

“Are you okay?” your boss asks.

You nod,” Yes, I’m okay. Alejandro is working on it—“

Simultaneous ooohhs and you call him by his first name? are exclaimed by your coworkers and luckily your boss shoos them away, taking you aside and once again asking you how you feel. Once you’ve assured her that you’re fine and ready to work again, she leaves to the back office. You drop your things off in the backroom and your coworkers pounce again. You answer their questions, finding it quite funny how obsessed they are about your new ‘relationship’.

You fall back into the routine you know and love so much. Clothes are folded or added onto mannequins, inventory is checked, and light gossip is passed between you and your coworkers. You don’t realize how much you missed in the week gone from work. Customers come in and window shoppers are abundant today but you’re not sure if it's because they want new clothes or a glimpse at Coronel Vargas’ new girlfriend.

As you clean the front window, you try to remember any of Alejandro’s past girlfriends. You’ve known both families long enough but the only woman you can think of is Valeria. You’re not quite sure what happened between them, if Alejandro broke her heart or the other way around. It does hurt to think about Alejandro being alone all these years, maybe unable to open up again after his last failed relationship.

The window becomes clean enough that you can see your reflection and the local florist walk across the street. You turn around and the older man waves with one hand while carrying a giant bouquet of bright pink tulips.

“Making a special delivery?” you joke.

“Yes! How did you know?” he asks.

“Oh—uh, I didn’t! Are they for me?”

He laughs at your genuine look of confusion and hands you the bouquet, “Coronel Vargas said pink tulips are one of your favorite flowers.”

You grab the bouquet slowly, feeling your heart double in size. “Yeah, they are,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

He says goodbye and you push open the boutique door with your shoulder, jumping slightly once you hear screams of excitement from your coworkers.

Before you can grab it, one of your coworkers swipes the small notecard sticking out from the top. “‘I hope you have a great day at work, nena - Ale.’ Aw, you call him Ale? That’s so cute!”

It’s becoming difficult to separate the fake from the real. On one hand, you’re well aware that this relationship is fake and the truth will come out once Leòn is caught. On the other hand, there’s moments where you think Alejandro and you share something deeper. Last night for example, you could’ve sworn Alejandro didn’t want the conversation to end. He even went as far as to walk you back to the guest bedroom.

The tulips are probably for appearances only, but that doesn’t stop you from snapping a photo and sending it to him. The horrible memory of the last bouquet you received is pushed out of your mind with the help of Alejandro.

You: [Image sent]

9:27 A.M.

thank you for the tulips! i’m having a great day at work 🌷🤍

9:28 A.M.

Ale: [Ale loved an image]

9:29 A.M.

I’m glad you like them and I’m happy to hear.

9:29 A.M.

- - -

Work isn’t until later in the morning so there isn’t a reason to be up so early, but you like the view of the sunrise through the big windows in the living room. It’s been your new routine for the past days, waking up early and sitting on the couch while Alejandro gets ready for base. The first time he spoke to you with his morning voice, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. It’s deep and more rough than usual, but it's a sound you’ve come to crave.

Alejandro is surprisingly talkative in the early hours of the day, telling you what his plans are then wanting to know yours. He brings you a cup of coffee, strong and dark with just a splash of milk, and leans on the armrest of the couch. His eyes are always sleepy and his voice stays low while he stares out of the window, the both of you watching the beams of dark red and orange paint the sky.

Your life isn’t the only one that’s changed; Alejandro’s routine and mornings are probably a lot more different. You’re surprised at how welcoming he’s been, never making you feel like you’re imposing in his home. He makes sure the couch always has thick blankets for the cold mornings and remembers to make your coffee exactly how you like it. Even on the days where he needs to leave a little earlier or runs late, he’ll leave the mug waiting by the window sill.

In the afternoons when Alejandro returns from work, you’re always in the process of finishing dinner. He’ll put down his things, wash up, then help you set the dining table. Sometimes Ximena and Rudy or their moms will visit, and it feels like you’re having dinner with family. When Alejandro comes home tired from work, the two of you will sit in comfortable silence. He tries to keep a conversation going, but you always remind him to relax and enjoy dinner.

No matter how tired or drained he is from the day, he’ll insist on helping with the dishes and making you tea. You’re not quite sure when he noticed that you like to drink tea before bed, but he’ll fill the kettle and place a tea bag in the mug you use so often. And that’s the routine that you two follow mostly every single day.

You know it won’t last forever. You know that eventually Los Vaqueros will catch León and you’ll go back to your own house. You know that one morning you’ll wake up to watch the sunrise and Alejandro won’t be there with his sleepy voice and a cup of coffee. But until then, until the threat is taken down and Las Almas once again knows peace, you’ll cherish these moments with Alejandro and ignore the countdown in your head.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

He sits at his desk with a giant map of Las Almas and surrounding cities printed on it. There’s little red circles and lines that he draws on the map as he listens to the radio. Rudy stands on the other side of the desk, turning the dial to bypass the static. Even before catching El Sin Nombre, there’s been a group of soldiers dedicated to listening to chatter on the radio.

Earlier today, the soldiers alerted Rudy of what they believe to be León’s men coordinating the shipment of product. The only reason the soldiers believe it’s them is because they mentioned his name once before another told them to use patrón instead. Now, Alejandro listens to the conversations and places circles over the regions they mention.

An hour passes by with complete silence over the radio but by then, Alejandro has already sent out a drone to scope out the area. The camera footage shows tents, trailers, and semi trucks. He can see people moving boxes into the trucks and smoke coming out of the open tents. Alejandro decides not to wait for more conversations over the radio, deciding to stop the trucks from leaving and breaking down what he assumes to be makeshift labs.

“¿Estás seguro?” Rudy asks as they put on their vests. “You don’t want to wait to make sure?” [Are you sure?]

“No, let's go.”

Adrenaline begins to flow through Alejandro’s body, the familiar buzz he feels right before a mission is back. The Jeeps file out of the warehouse and he hears the soldiers shout buena suerte. He sends a quick message to you, that he’ll be gone until morning but everything will be okay. He leaves it at that, not wanting to make you nervous. [good luck]

They leave the cars parked a few clicks away and manage to ambush the men. Some try to run, but they don’t get far. Once the men are secured and sitting on the ground, Alejandro does a last sweep through the trailers and tents. Just as he suspected, they were making, packaging, and shipping all in this location. He doesn’t find León, none of the men look like the security footage from the bar.

He walks into the farthest trailer, separating from the rest of the soldiers. The inside of the trailer is disgusting; dirty mattresses on the floor, liquor bottles, and of course drug paraphernalia. The backdoor to the rest of the trailer is closed. Alejandro props up his weapon and wiggles the door handle. It doesn’t budge. He’s not sure if it's locked or if something on the other pushes against it to keep it closed.

Just as he lifts his leg to kick it open, he feels the sudden pain of a blunt metal object hitting the back of his head. He grunts from the pain, but manages to spin and block the next blow from his attacker. His eyes are unfocused and he feels warm blood begin to drip down his head. Alejandro sees the silver glint of a knife and quickly shoots the attacker in the knee. With a shout of agony, the man falls and drops both weapons.

He kicks the weapons out of reach and scans the trailer. Alejandro finds the door open to a tiny closet that he missed when he first walked in, mentally kicking himself for not checking thoroughly. Rudy kicks open the main door with his gun drawn, noticing the screaming man on the floor then Alejandro holding up a handkerchief to the back of his head.

“What happened?” Rudy shouts over the noise.

“Nada, sargento,” Alejandro rebuffs while wincing in pain,”let’s light it up.” [Nothing sergeant]

Once outside, Alejandro sees one of the trucks being loaded with boxes of intel and the captured men. His attacker, now passed out from blood loss and pain, is also placed in the truck with a makeshift tourniquet. With the truck heading back to base, they tip over all the tubs full of chemicals and rip open the packaged product. They find gasoline in canisters and dump it all over the site and through each trailer. From a safe distance Alejandro shoots the trail of gasoline with a flare gun. It only takes five minutes for the entire place to go up in flames.

“Thank God we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Rudy mutters.

Back at base, the pain in his skull has decreased to a slight throbbing. It’s loud and a little chaotic with the soldiers placing men in cells and providing or receiving medical treatment. Alejandro sends out a prayer in thanks for none of his soldiers being badly injured. The onsite paramedic cleans Alejandro’s wound and stitches him up.

“I fear you may have a concussion,” the medic states while removing his gloves, “I need you to rest but not fall asleep for a few more hours.”

“Yeah, yeah I understand. I’ll go back to my office to help sort through–”

“Coronel, it’s best if you relax for the rest of the night. Why don’t you have someone drive you back home? Away from all the noise and chaos?”

They go back and forth for a bit, Alejandro too energized by pain and adrenaline to worry about resting. Eventually, the doctor arrives and sends Alejandro home. He doesn’t realize how late it is until he checks his watch and realizes it's past midnight. A soldier drops him off at the ranch and Alejandro stumbles only slightly when walking inside. He unlocks the door and is immediately enveloped in your warm embrace.

“Ale, are you okay? What–what happened?” you ask with terror clogging your voice.

He brings his arms up and around you, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You tremble slightly in his embrace and lean back to look at him. Alejandro notes your red, teary eyes and wipes his thumb across your wet cheek; you’ve been crying.

“I’m okay, nena. Just a bump on my head.”

You squeeze him tighter and he cups your face in his large hands, wiping away the tears that fall.

“No llores, bebé. Te prometo que estoy bien.” he croons. [Don’t cry, baby. I promise I’m okay.]

Alejandro can tell you don’t completely believe him because more tears fall from your pretty eyes, but you nod and let him go anyway.

“How did you know something happened?” Alejandro asks.

“Ximena saw the Jeeps leave and heard one of the soldiers talking. She texted me to see if I knew anything.” you respond.

Alejandro tries to nod but ends up wincing instead. He reaches a hand to touch the back of his skull. You let go of him and quickly walk around, gasping once you see the stitches in the dim light.

“You said you were okay, Alejandro!”

He winces again, not from the tone or volume of your voice but because it’s the first time in a while that you use his full name. “I am, I might have a concussion but–”

“A what? Oh my god, let’s get you to your room.”

Too tired to disagree, Alejandro lets you lead him to his room once he’s kicked off his dirty boots in the entryway. He waits while you enter his bathroom and turn on the shower. You ruffle through his drawers and take out pajamas for him.

“Come on, in the shower,” you say while pulling him by his hand,” I’m going to wait outside while you shower. Don’t close the door all the way so I can hear if you fall.”

Alejandro smiles at the serious look on your face, emotion swirling in his stomach at you being so ready to care for him. You roll your eyes and push him into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. He groans once the hot water touches his skin. Careful to not wet the stitches, Alejandro washes off the blood and sweat from his body. Once clean, he shuts off the water and sluggishly puts on the clothes you chose for him.

He walks out of the bathroom to see you sitting on the edge of his bed with a cup of coffee. He tries to reach for it, but you swat his hand away and point to the glass of water and the pain meds next to it. Alejandro swallows the pills and finishes his water as you turn on the TV and select a random movie.

“I called the doctor on base,” you start,” and she said to keep a watch over you for the next few hours. So I’m going to stay here and we’re going to watch movies until I know for sure you’re okay.”

Alejandro pushes the covers back on his bed and gets underneath. He pats the spot next to him, figuring you’re too stubborn to convince to leave. You eye the spot for a moment but walk to the other side of the bed and place the coffee cup on the nightstand. Before you can decide to sit on top of the covers, Alejandro throws them back. You get underneath them but sit a respectable distance away from him on the king size bed.

“Are you allowed to tell me what happened?” you whisper.

Alejandro turns towards you and nods, ”We heard that León had some men working up in the hills. We didn’t find him, but we found his men and burned the place down.”

“Still a win, Ale.”

He gives a noncommittal hum.

“How did that happen?” you say while pointing to his head.

He groans, mostly from embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t hear someone come up behind me…I think Rudy was right.”

“In what?”

Alejandro reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze. “Maybe we could have waited before hitting the place. Maybe León would’ve shown up eventually.”

“You’ll catch him. I know you will.”

You lean towards him and place a warm kiss on his cheek. It scorches and leaves tingles on his skin. You lean back slightly, your face close to his. “Please be careful, Ale.”

His eyes flit down to the butterfly pendant on your soft chest, up to your lips then to your shiny eyes. He sees the moment your pupils dilate and move down to glance at his mouth. Alejandro forgets about the pain in his head and instead focuses on the beating of his heart. He brings up a hand to cup the side of your head and runs his thumb over your jaw. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip and he decides then and there he’s going to kiss you.

Just as he leans in, the sound of his ringtone startles you both. You jump back and he quickly reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He clenches the phone in his hand, cursing Rudy in his head as he sees his name flash on the screen. You clear your throat and reach for the coffee cup to take a sip.

“I can–uh–I can leave–” you start.

“No, no. I’ll take this in the hallway.” Alejandro interrupts.

He answers the call a little bit angry and becomes more annoyed once Rudy tells him what’s going on at base. All of the men were separated in the cells, yet none of them can pinpoint exactly where León is. They can only vaguely give a description of the region where he might be. Alejandro tells Rudy to keep him updated if anything and ends the call. He returns to the room to see you back at the other side of the bed.

“Anything important?” you ask.

Alejandro runs a hand across his jaw, making a note to trim his beard in the morning. “No, nothing yet.”

You change the conversation, essentially shutting down the idea of revisiting the ‘almost kiss’ from earlier. He decides not to press the issue and instead gets back into bed. You stay with him for a total of three movies, the conversation light and normal. Once you’ve made sure he’s okay, you turn off the TV and let him sleep, shutting the door behind you. As he listens to the sound of you walking back to your room, he wonders what would have happened had Rudy never called.

- - -

“Do you miss having them?” you ask while holding onto his waist.

Alejandro has since been cleared from his concussion and unfortunately no other voices have been heard on the radio. It’s a nice weekend, with the sun bright and the air fresh. The perfect weather to go horseback riding. So that’s what you two are doing, riding on one of Alejandro’s former horses.

“Sometimes, yeah. But they like being at Rudy’s ranch. They get a lot of exercise and the whole family loves them.” he responds.

“Why does Rudy have them?”

“I had too much going on with Los Vaqueros and couldn’t dedicate any time to them. Rudy’s uncles told me they would take care of them so I could focus.”

Focusing is what Alejandro is currently struggling with. He feels the warm press of your body on his back and legs. The flowery scent of your perfume wraps around him. You talk directly in his ear, scratching an itch in his brain with each word you say. He should have brought you horseback riding sooner if he knew how close you were going to be.

“I’ve seen them at Rudy’s home. I just never knew they were yours,” you pause before continuing,” once this situation with León is over, I promise I’ll help you care for any horses or animals you bring to your ranch.”

Alejandro chuckles,” Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Alejandro brings the horse to the little barn in the plaza meant for those who come into town on their horses. He dismounts then helps you down, his head becoming dizzy at the feel of your body sliding down his front. He keeps his hands wrapped around your waist and stares into the pools of your eyes. Your mouth parts and he can see the pink tip of your tongue. He brings you in closer, ready to kiss you. Before he can, both of your hats bump into each other.

“Shit–”

“I’m sorry–”

“¿Cuánto tiempo estarán fuera?” The man who runs the stables asks, coming to collect the horse and hand Alejandro a ticket. [How long will you be gone?]

“Só–sólo unas horas,” Alejandro stutters. He grabs the ticket and places his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the stables. [Just a few hours]

Once in the plaza, he holds your hand in his. That’s the second time where the kiss has been interrupted. He knows it’s probably for the best, that it’s a bad idea to experience the soft press of your mouth on his, to hold you even closer to his body and devour your mouth until you’re both gasping for air.

“There they are,” you exclaim as you point towards a group of people.

You wave and begin walking faster, pulling Alejandro with you. His and Rudy’s parents, along with Rudy and Ximena are waiting outside of a restaurant. Like the polite and perfect person you are, you greet each one with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Alejandro accidentally let it slip to Rudy that he was planning on bringing you to this restaurant for a date. Rudy decided to invite both families and inform Alejandro the morning of, making it too late for him to cancel.

They seat your party outside and for the next few hours Alejandro’s need to kiss you doesn’t stop. To keep up with appearances, you sit close to him with his arm around your shoulder. This provides Alejandro the best position to place soft kisses on the side of your head and the apples of your cheeks. On the third or fourth time he places a kiss on your cheek, he can feel the heat of your skin, you most likely just as flustered and affected as him.

Alejandro doesn’t have to pretend like dating you is difficult. You’re kind and honest and so beautiful to look at. Even now, while you argue with his dad about which players are the best on the national football team, he can’t help but desire for all of this to be real. You fit so nicely in his home, with his family, and in his life.

He wakes up every morning ready to serve you a cup of coffee and watch the sunrise. He thinks about you while he’s at work, wondering if you’re having a good day at your job. Alejandro rushes home every night, ready to hear your sweet voice and spend time together before you both walk to separate bedrooms.

Catching that wannabe narco is his main priority and he knows he’s only getting closer to trapping him. But the idea of losing you after this is all over sends pangs of hurt through his heart. Alejandro knows this isn't going to last forever, that one day you’re going to return to your normal life without him. But it still doesn’t lessen the pain.

The dinner comes to an end and Alejandro settles the bill. Despite being a little annoyed with Rudy this morning, he can’t help but recognize how nice it was to spend time with his family. The both of you make your way back to the stables, the awkward moment from earlier seemingly forgotten. Alejandro returns the ticket and pays while you bring the horse over. The journey back to Rudy’s house is slow and quiet, your arms wrapped nicely around his waist.

Eventually, you arrive at Rudy’s home. Alejandro unmounts and helps you down. You talk to Ximena while Alejandro and Rudy take the horse back to the stable. Alejandro barely listens to Rudy, instead thinking about you. He comes back, you say your goodbyes and get into Alejandro’s truck. Alejandro stays quiet on the drive back, listening to you talk about a movie you’re going to watch next weekend with Ximena and a few of your other coworkers.

“I had a lot of fun today, Ale” you say as you both walk into the house.

“So did I,” he replies.

The both of you take off your boots in the entryway and hang your hats on the hooks. Alejandro tries to think of something else to say, awkwardly fixing his boots by the door.

“I’ll–uh, see you tomorrow morning. Good night.” You press your lips on his cheek, turn and walk towards the hall.

Alejandro watches you walk away, the tight jeans you wear molding perfectly to your ass and thighs. He’s been forcing down his attraction to you, not allowing himself to think about you when he’s in the shower or alone in his bed. He’s always jerked off, more as a stress relief than actual pleasure. It only takes him a few minutes in the shower and he’s done. Even before you came to live with him, you’d invade his mind with that pretty smile and the body he loves so much.

But before, he was strong enough to push those images out of his head. Now? He’s not as strong. You excite him the most in the mornings with your puffy lips and half-lidded eyes, marks on your face from the pillow. You sit on the couch, wrapped in his blankets and smelling like soft linen. The desire overpowered the guilt and now he can’t go a single day without thinking about you while he fucks his hand.

Alejandro realizes he’s been standing in the same spot for a while now, only jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the shower running in your room. He walks around the house to double check the windows and doors are all locked. The shower turns off in your room and he thinks about knocking on your door, just to see if you’ll still be wet from the water. He keeps walking to his room instead.

He lies awake in his bed an hour later. His own shower did nothing to relax him. Alejandro keeps replaying over and over again the times where you two have almost kissed. Before he can remind himself how bad of an idea it is to kiss you, he hears the door to your room open. He thinks you walk towards the living room or kitchen, but by now you’re too far for him to hear your footsteps.

Minutes later you still haven’t come back and curiosity gets the better of him. He checks the living room first but doesn’t find you there. He hears the whistle of the kettle and walks to the kitchen to see you turn off the stove and pour water into a cup.

Without turning around to face him you ask, “do you want some tea?”

The words are stuck in his throat at the slip of cloth he assumes are pajamas. A silk robe hangs off your shoulders, giving him a view of the thin straps to your babydoll nightgown. You turn to look at him with a confused expression since he hasn’t answered your question. Once you see the hungry look in his eyes, you move slightly to the side to press against the cool counter. Alejandro walks slowly to you, his eyes raking from the tips of your pink slippers up to your wide eyes.

His fingers slide up your arm and tug the strap of the nightgown. He continues, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly from your heavy breathing. Alejandro tugs lightly on the butterfly pendant and elicits a gasp from your mouth.

“What—what are we doing—“ you stutter.

“Can I kiss you, nena?” Alejandro whispers.

You look up at him, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Yes, please.”

Alejandro doesn’t need any more encouragement, immediately sliding his hand to cup the back of your head and bring your lips to his. Everything about you is soft. Your lips, the breathy moans, your flowery scent. You're a little shy at first, giving him only light presses of your lips and swiping the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip. Your hands travel up to grip his thick hair and you become more emboldened. Alejandro groans into your mouth, feeling you suck on his bottom lip.

He presses his tongue on your bottom lip, managing to swipe the tip of your tongue. You let out a squeak and open your mouth more, pressing your tongue on his. Alejandro’s hands slide down your waist to cup your ass and bring you right into his hard bulge. Pressing your back into the counter, he lifts your thigh to wrap it around your waist and grind his erection on your pussy. You moan and bite his lower lip from the stimulation. His hand travels up your thigh but he finds no panties. The only thing separating you two is his linen pajama pants.

He brings his hand to your front, touching your inner thigh and feeling the sticky wetness coating the skin. Alejandro pulls back from the kiss,” Is this okay? Do you want to keep going?”

Your eyes are glassy and wild. You nod but he shakes his head, ”words, nena. Please.”

“Yes, Ale. Please, please don’t stop.” you plead.

“Not here, not in the kitchen. Come on.”

He turns to make sure the stove is turned off and grabs your hand to lead you out of the kitchen. In less than a minute you're lightly thrown on his bed. You sit up, taking off the robe and reaching for the end of your nightgown. You pull it over your head and throw it to the side with your discarded robe and slippers.

“Mi nena, hermosa,” he says. [beautiful]

Even in the moonlight, Alejandro can see your pretty tits and soft thighs. He quickly pulls down his pajama bottoms, smirking the moment your eyes widen when you take in his size.

“Wait, Ale. I–I don’t know if that’ll fit–”

“Don’t worry nena, it will.”

Alejandro climbs on the bed and covers your body with his. He presses his lips on yours again, using one hand to slide over your chest and pinch your nipples. You press your chest up in his hand and bring up your thigh to wrap around his waist. He stops you from grinding into his hard cock, knowing if he feels the wet heat he’ll finish before you two have even started. Alejandro breaks the kiss and immediately attacks your neck with kisses and bites. You begin to giggle which confuses him.

“Your beard is scratching–ooohh–”

He shuts you up by dragging his tongue up your throat. You once again try to grind up but he slaps your inner thigh and mutters a stern no, compórtarte. [behave]

He moves further down, sucking and pinching your nipples until they’re swollen and wet with his saliva. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, tilting his head to slightly stretch your nipple, then releases it with a pop. You arch your back and whine at the sensation.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, Ale–fuck–”

He does it to the other nipple, biting a little harder than necessary once he feels the sting of your nails in his scalp. You pull and grip at his hair while he covers your chest in kisses. Alejandro bites and drags his teeth on the soft skin of your belly until he reaches your mound. Using his big hands, he spreads open your thighs. His mouth waters at the sight. Slick wetness covers your puffy pussy lips. Your clit looks swollen and begging for his tongue.

Alejandro runs his index finger from your inner thigh, collecting the wetness. “Eres tan hermosa,” he whispers. [You are so beautiful]

He uses his broad shoulders to keep your spread open. Using two fingers, Alejandro spreads your folds and presses the tip of his tongue to your drooling hole. The sweet taste invades his tongue and he can’t help but moan into your cunt. He latches his mouth to you, shoving his tongue inside of your warm entrance. You pull at his hair, the slight sting on his scalp only encouraging him more.

“Ale, just like that–oh, fuck,” you chant.

Alejandro drags his tongue to your neglected clit, flicking it with hard strokes. Your hips twitch and grind on his face. He slips a finger into your entrance, marveling at how warm and slick you are. He grinds his cock on the edge of the bed, imagining how it will feel wrapped around him. He feasts like a man starved, sucking at your swollen clit then dragging his tongue through your folds and back down to your little hole. Your scent and taste is in his mouth, on his beard, on his skin.

He adds another finger, memorizing every ridge of your cunt with the pads of his finger. He bumps his fingers on your g-spot, making you squeak and arch your back. Alejandro does it again, this time using the pads of his fingers to massage the spongy spot. You twist your hips and moan right there, right there, right there. Alejandro happily listens, fucking his fingers faster into you, making sure to bump that spot. You tighten and flutter around his fingers and he knows you're close.

“Are you going to come for me, nena?”

“I’m so clo–close, Ale–please”

With broad strokes of his tongue, he flicks your button over and over and over again. It doesn’t take long for you to scream his name and unravel underneath his mouth. His sucks and sucks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his thick fingers. Your body shakes and you wrap your thighs around his head. He lets you, ready to die a happy man if you suffocate and drown him in your sweet, sticky mess.

Your thighs open limply and you push his head away,” No, no mo-more.”

Alejandro stops, pressing a kiss to your thigh and covering your body with his. Your head is pressed on the pillows, eyes closed. He grips your jaw and forces your mouth open. You open your eyes and stick out your tongue, moaning when he pushes his wet fingers into your mouth. You close your mouth and suck his fingers clean, pulses of heat shooting directly to his hard cock.

Once he’s satisfied, Alejandro removes his fingers and wipes your saliva on his dick. He grips and pumps his cock with his hand to alleviate some of the pressure. You prop yourself up on an elbow and reach a hand to stroke him. He throws his head back with a husky sigh and lets you touch him with soft fingers. You grip him, barely able to wrap your hand all the way around.

“You’re so, you’re so velvety,” you whisper.

It’s Alejandro’s turn to chuckle this time, finding your comment funny.

“No more playing, let me fuck you.” He responds.

You quickly nod and let go, letting him place your ankle on his shoulder and spread out your other thigh. He grips himself again and notches the head of his cock to your messy entrance. Alejandro presses in slowly, letting you adjust to his size. As his thick head plunges into you, he grabs your hand and squeezes. You shut your eyes and press your face into the pillow, squeezing his hand back. Alejandro slaps your inner thigh, drawing out a whine from your mouth.

“No me quites los ojos de encima.” [Keep your eyes on me]

With your attention back on him, you whimper, “yes, Ale.”

He fucks you with his tip, slow and methodical. Alejandro pulls out and sees your slick cover his mushroom head. You whimper at the loss, twisting your hips to try to fuck yourself onto him.

“You want more, nena? Think you can take it all?”

“I can, Ale! I promise.”

Alejandro plunges in with a single thrust, sheathing his cock in your pulsing heat. He turns his head and bites the skin at your ankle, overcome by the pleasure. You squeeze his hand and use your other to pinch your nipples. Not waiting for him to continue, you begin moving your hips in tiny circles. Shocks of heat start at the base of his spine and Alejandro does his best to force down his orgasm, not ready to come yet.

He watches you pull and tug at your nipples while you twitch on his cock. With his breathing under control, Alejandro slides out and plunges back in. He reaches the end of you, each bump and ridge of your pussy massaging his length.

“Dios, that’s–that’s perfect.” He groans.

He finds a nice rhythm, one that has you bouncing back into him. You let go of his hand and bring it up to your face, sucking his index finger into your mouth. The look on your face his him fucking you faster. You look up at him with scrunched eyebrows and wet eyes. He sees tears pool into the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. His otherwise quiet room is filled with groans and the wet slap of his hips.

“Perfect—little—pussy,” he growls while pounding into you.

Alejandro pulls his index finger out of your mouth and switches it with his thumb. He looks down to see your joined bodies and finds your slick covering the short hair at his base. He watches the plunge of his cock into your cunt, wondering how he survived for so long without you. He can only hope you let him do this over and over and over again.

Alejandro doesn’t think he can let you go back to your own life after this night. No, we belong together. He pops out his thumb from your mouth and brings it to your clit, his orgasm quickly approaching. You grind your hips and scratch at any of his skin you can reach. Ale, I’m so close. Ale, I’m so close. The words I love you are on the tip of his tongue but before he can say anything, you grip his cock tight with your warm heat and come apart.

He moves your leg off his shoulder and quickly wraps it around his waist, leaning down to swallow your moans. You bite and whimper into his mouth while gripping his hair. He keeps pounding into you, slamming his hips until his own orgasm overtakes him. He fills you up with his seed, painting and marking your cunt as his. Alejandro keeps going until his knees give out and his cock begs him to stop from the overstimulation.

He falls halfway on top of you, making sure not to smother you with his full weight. You stay quiet with eyes closed for a few minutes and only move to link your hand in his. His breathing returns to normal and he moves his head to look at you. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath you take. On shaky legs, he stands up and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back. Stay here, okay?”

You open one eye slightly and smile at him. “Okay.”

He uses his discarded pants to wipe his slick cock then walks back to the kitchen for a glass of water. He drinks a glass himself, and when he’s done he refills the same glass for you. He comes back to his room to see you sitting yourself up. Alejandro has you sit and drink the entire glass of water, going as far as to hold the glass while you drink. Once done, he walks into his bathroom and wets a washcloth. You try to clean yourself up, but Alejandro gives you a stern look and has you lie down while he runs to cloth over your swollen pussy.

“Will you sleep here with me?” He asks once he’s thrown his pajama pants and washcloth in the clothes hamper.

You give him a sweet smile, “yes.”

- - -

Sunday morning comes and even though he fell asleep way past midnight, his internal clock wakes him up before the sun rises. You’re asleep, one leg thrown over his waist and your head on his chest. He runs his fingers down your back and up your shoulders. Alejandro takes a moment to think about what happened. He can’t, won’t, and simply doesn’t want to go back to how things were before. Maybe he won’t tell you he loves you yet, but he will soon. Alejandro has tried to ignore his feelings about this relationship. And while technically it might be fake, to him it seems very real.

You stir in his arms, lifting your head up to press a kiss on his jaw. “Morning, cowboy.”

“Shh,” he responds, ”go back to sleep, nena.”

You drag your body up more and press a kiss to his mouth. He lets you, immediately engulfed in your warm scent. You lean back and move your head to look out the window. It’s almost sunrise, the dark purple sky beginning to turn red.

“Will you go to the couch with me?”

Never one to miss a sunrise, you and him sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket. You sit in his lap, facing him while bouncing lightly on his cock. Alejandro leans on the arm rest and grips your hips while you grind down. He tried to stop you, thinking you must be aching from the night before. But you begged him with your pretty eyes and told him you would go slow. The sun rises in the background while you come in his lap, Alejandro sucking your nipples and immediately filling you up with his own spend.

You two nap for a while on the sofa, his cock resting deep in your cunt. Alejandro eventually drags you to the shower where he washes and pets every inch of your body. He makes you breakfast and has you sit at the dining table until he’s done. Wearing nothing but your robe, you sit on his lap and let him feed you. Your dripping pussy wets the front of his pajama pants but he forces you to take another nap on the couch.

Alejandro wakes you up an hour later, lapping at your perfect cunt and bringing you to another orgasm. He fucks you full of more come then drags you back to his bed for the rest of the afternoon. You kiss and lick into each other’s mouth for who knows how long. The TV plays movie after movie in the background.

Alejandro only stops once he hears your stomach grumble. He once again has you sit and do nothing as he prepares dinner. His mouth is swollen and his cock aches from his many orgasms, but he wishes he had another day alone with you. With Monday approaching soon, he’s not ready to go back to reality. You two haven’t even talked about what this means for your relationship.

But he can’t miss work and he shouldn't really have taken this weekend off to begin with. He doesn’t regret taking these two days off, but León is still on the loose in Las Almas. He sits you down in his lap and feeds you with his fingers. Once you’ve both showered again and brushed your teeth, Alejandro leads you to his bed. You sleep in his arms again, your lips swollen from his kisses.

- - -

Reader’s P.O.V.

Alejandro fucks you again in the morning. He fills you up with his warm release once you’ve come on his thick cock. We’ll talk later, okay? he says while tucking you underneath his covers.

You get ready for work with a silly smile on your face, in shock that a single night and day could change so much between you two. Your pussy aches deliciously, and you know you’ll have to take a break from sex for a few days. But you regret none of it. You’re not sure what happens now, but there’s a shift between the two of you. You’re certain Alejandro feels the same way.

You’re in such a good mood that you decide to treat your coworkers to coffee and pastries from the local cafe. Walking out of the boutique, you look for your escolta, also wanting to buy him something and have him walk with you. He’ll usually wait across the small street in the benches or on the other side of the boutique, but you don’t see him anywhere. Thinking that maybe he’s patrolling a different area, you decide to walk to the cafe.

Alejandro told you to never leave without his soldier following you, but with it being broad daylight, you don’t think you have to worry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you smile once you see its a text from Alejandro.

Ale: Hi, mi nena. I’m going to be home late. Sleep in my bed tonight so we can wake up together, please. We’ll talk tomorrow after work.

11:38 A.M.

You: hi my cowboy 🤠😋

okay i will! please be safe 💗 i want to see you concussion-free in the morning

11:39 A.M.

You turn the corner, smiling at your phone. Maybe it's because you’re distracted by the little bubble that shows Alejandro is typing, or maybe it’s because he’s quick and quiet that you don’t notice León coming up behind you. Before you can react, he wraps a chloroform covered rag to your face. You struggle and hold your breath as much as you can, moving your foot back to stomp on his foot and elbow him in the stomach. Your phone falls to the ground and you manage to escape his hold, immediately running back to the boutique.

“Help, help me—“ you scream.

He’s much faster than you, immediately tackling you to the ground. The force of the fall bounces your head on the pavement and it instantly knocks you out cold. In just a few seconds, he throws you in the trunk of his car and drives off. The owner of the cafe and an employee from the corner store run out as they hear the screams. They don’t see anything, only finding your broken phone on the ground.

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Assisting In Deception (Part 8)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Jokes and Unprotected Sex

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Ward's suggestion to Rafe makes him realize that he wants more with Y/N, but maybe she doesn't think the same.

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Dax tries to run toward another dog, which causes Y/N to overextend her hand so he doesn’t choke on his collar. “Dax, heel,” Rafe orders, pointing a disapproving finger at the dog. Dax instantly obeys his father, pausing so she can catch up. He turns towards her and begs for her petting. His pants fill the air in delight. “I’m pretty sure he likes you more than he likes me. It’s not fair,” Rafe objects, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He’s taking all your attention. I want it all.” Y/N leans back into his touch. She presses her lips to his cheek, “I’ll tell you a secret, I like him more than you. But only a little bit. You’re lucky you are so good with your tongue, it moves you up the list higher.”

“Oh, is that really all I’m good at?”

“No, you’re also pretty good at guessing what I want to eat. So good at that.”

“Well, I’m glad I can satisfy both your hungers.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Dax’s impatience pulls the couple away from each other and the walk continues. After a few minutes of walking, Rafe stops at a bench to sit down. “I have something for you,” he announces, pulling something out of his pocket. It’s a small slim box that she knows is a jewelry box. Guilt fills her because whatever is in that box is going to be extravagant and expensive and all she’ll ever be able to offer him is a four-dollar pizza slice. She starts shaking her head, “Boss, whatever that is. I can’t accept it.” “Nonsense, I got it for you. I thought you’d like it,” he insists, waiting for her to open the box. After a small argument about her not being able to take the gift and him saying she can, she finally does. In it lays a teardrop-shaped necklace with a diamond at the bottom of it. It’s simple and not too flashy, so it’s perfect for her. “I love it, Boss,” she turns to him to give him a hug. His lips find her temple, “Perfect. I’m glad you do. Just a little thank you for keeping up with my annoying ass.”

“You’re not that annoying. I promise.”

He laughs at her joke, motioning for her to turn so he can help her put it on. The necklace rounds her neck and lays beautifully between her collarbone.

——

Rafe and Y/N sit on the couch comfortably. His arm is wrapped around her shoulder and she playing with the rings on his fingers. The ginger and cloves waft through the kitchen and into the living room. The smell brings hunger to her stomach. “Aunt Y/N’s boyfriend, can you play horsey with me?” Amber begs Rafe with the biggest puppy dog eyes. He looks at Y/N to ask if she is okay with that and she gives a slight nod. Rafe gets up from the couch, “Of course, I can little cowgirl.” Amber’s smile lights up the room, tugging him to the middle of the living room. He gets onto all fours and lets the girl get on his back.

Y/N watches Rafe pretend to be a horse with fake neighs and all. “Amber, come on, sweetie. It’s time for dinner. Nana made the chicken you like,” George tells her. The little girl gets off of his back and thanks him for playing with her before running off into the kitchen with her father. Upon hearing that dinner is ready, Y/N gets up to go eat but is stopped by Rafe, who is getting up from the floor. “I’ll get our food. Don’t worry about it,” he promises, going to the kitchen to do as he said he would.

Nancy is already in line waiting for food when he enters the kitchen. She takes note of him being alone and double takes, “I’m surprised my sister isn’t trailing behind you like puppy dog towards the food. She loves Nana’s cooking.” “I told her I’d get her food. She looked comfortable on the couch. So what are the must-haves that I need to get for your sister?” he asks looking at the wide range of food Nate’s mother made for the family gathering. Nancy looks at everything, pointing at a few dishes, “She’d get the shepherd's pie, smoked salmon and the honey-glazed carrot and parsnips.” Rafe nods scooping up everything she told him to. “And I’ll get a little bit of everything else for myself in case Y/N wants to have a little bit of something else,” he thinks out loud.

“Wow, Aunty Y/N. Your necklace is really pwetty,” Felicity awes from Y/N’s lap, playing with the necklace. Y/N smiles down at her niece, “Thank you, baby. Rafe gave it to me.” “You are lucky to have such a good boyfwiend. My boyfwiend only gives me leaves,” the toddler pouts. Her aunt giggles at her words, “You’re a little young for a boyfriend, don’t you think? And, plus, your boyfriend doesn’t have the money to pay for big gifts, baby.” The girl makes a face of understanding and she lights up when she sees Rafe enter the living room.

He smiles at the scene in front of him, “For my Butterfly, an amazing feast of her grandmother’s cooking.” He hands the plate to Y/N and settles back beside her on the couch to eat his own food. Felicity eyes his plate with much interest. He goes to put some boxty into his mouth when her tiny hand grabs his hand and brings his fork near her mouth. She waits for his approval and then places the utensil completely into her mouth. As he takes turns with Felicity eating the food from his plate, he feels like he fits in with her family. Delilah enters the living room looking for her daughter and is surprised to see her eating already. “There you are, Feli,” Delilah states, heading over to Felicity. “I can’t believe you are actually eating. Normally, it takes forever to get you to eat something.” She looks up at her mother, “Wafey is feeding me, Mommy. He is nice. I like him. He is a good boyfwiend to Aunty Y/N.”

She raises her arms for her mother to pick her up, which she does. “He is very nice, Feli. But next time, maybe don’t eat someone else’s food,” she turns towards Rafe. “Thank you for feeding her. I’m sorry she ate your food.” He gives her a kind smile, “You’re welcome. And it’s okay. I’m more than glad to share my food if it helps you out with getting her fed. There is lots of food anyways.” “Right. Thanks again. Maybe it can be practice for when you and Y/N/N have a kid,” she teases, walking away to the dining room. Rafe’s cheeks turn red and Y/N’s hand flies to her hair at the mention of them having children. “I’m going to use the bathroom,” she informs him. He watches as she walks off and Phoebe takes her daughter’s place on the couch.

“It’s nice to see that you are fitting right in with the Campbell clan,” she notes, looking at him with a grin. He turns toward her with adoration in his eyes, “Yeah, everyone here is so great.”

“They are. I was so nervous about them meeting Y/N and me when I first started dating Nate, but they welcomed us with open arms and that’s how I knew I was dating the right man. I gotta say, I’m glad Y/N has you. She grew up thinking that love wasn’t real because of what happened between her biological dad and me. I always tried to tell her that love can be messy but also amazing, but she never listened. Seeing her with you though. It gives me hope that she finally realized that.”

Nancy’s calls cut their conversation short. Rafe sits back on the couch and thinks about what Phoebe said. He knew that she hadn’t been in any relationship since she started working for him; however, he always assumed it was because of her busy work schedule. He doesn’t know she doesn’t have faith in love. The failure of her biological parents’ love is the reason for her not being able to commit to someone else. He wonders if their fake relationship could really cause her to change her mind. He wonders if they ever got into a real relationship, could he make her see how wonderful being in love is.

——

Ward and Rafe try to have at least a monthly meal together just the two of them. It started when Rafe’s sisters were born so that Ward could make sure that Rafe still knew how much he loved him even though his time had to be spent looking after the new babies. The tradition lives on to this day. “You and Y/N seem to be going on steady. It’s been what? Ten months now,” Ward comments, pouring them both a glass of whiskey. Rafe nods, “Yeah, it’s going great. We spend most of our nights at each other's houses.” “That’s good. I’m glad you are happy with her. Even more glad that it is good for the business,” Ward pauses. “Have you ever thought about proposing?”

The whiskey in Rafe’s throat exits his mouth with a cough. He brings a hand to wipe the liquid dripping down his chin. “N-n-no. It’s a little too soon for marriage. Don’t you think?” he stutters with wide eyes. Ward lets out a little chuckle, “Maybe, but I see how you look at her. I’ve seen the pictures. You guys are meant to be.”

The words Ward just said really do hit home for Rafe. He knew what his dad was referring to and he knew that he had completely fallen head over heels for Y/N Y/L/N. He just isn’t sure how to tell her. The way her hands need to fidget with her hair when she is flustered or nervous. How she gets very excited about food. Her love for her family and Dax. It all made her completely irresistible to him and he wishes what they have wasn’t all just an act.

——

The thought of marrying Y/N has Rafe stirred up and he needs to see her right away. She hears the need in his voice over the phone, promising to come as fast as possible. He waits for her in his room with his unbuttoned. The sound of her heels on his hardwood floor and the smell of her strawberry shampoo excites him to no end. His already hard cock aches to be within her touch. A female figure appears in the doorway and he smirks at the sight. “Hey there, Boss. I hear you need some assistance with something,” she says in a sultry tone. He loves this roleplay even if it is literally just using their job titles in a sexual way. His look is filled with passion, “I do. I have a lot of work for you, Ms. Y/L/N. You’ll probably have to work overtime.”

She steps out of the shadows and he drinks in her outfit. Her tiny pencil skirt barely covers the lace of her blue panties. She knows he loves this blue set because he is obsessed with the idea of her wearing clothes that compliment his eyes. Her white button-up shirt doesn’t hide the matching bra and based on how oversized it is, he knows the shirt is one he left at her house. “I’m prepared to do whatever you need, sir. I am here to please you,” she whispers, crawling towards him on the bed so that her cherry-red lips press against the shell of his ear. Her lips move to his and her hand finds its way down to his bulge.

She starts to palm his dick, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Soon, their lips part and she kisses her way down to his v-line. Her breath hitting his skin down there causes goose bumps to make their way up his arms. She unbuckles his belt and pulls down the clothes blocking her from the one thing she needs most right now. Her tongue draws a line to the base of his shaft, so she can kiss her way up it to his tip. Her lipstick stains his penis and he wants to capture this moment forever. She places a tiny kiss on the tip, where precum is already seeping out, before taking him entirely in her mouth. He bucks his hips into her and she begins to gag on him. The sounds she makes cause him to groan. The air in her lungs needs to be refilled, so she draws back for a second. A line of saliva connects the bottom of her lip to his tip and this arouses her.

She uses one hand to pump whatever her mouth can’t fit comfortably and her other hand tries to make its way down to her burning core, but his hand slaps it away. “Your job is to work for me. Not yourself,” he tuts, locking his hand around hers so it couldn’t go back. She speeds up her movement on his cock and its twitch lets her know he is about to cum. The bobs of her head don’t stop. His head throws back against his pillow as he cums into her mouth. She swallows all of it, using her thumb to wipe the bottom of her lip to get rid of the escaped semen. He smiles down at him and brings her up by her chin. “I think it’s time to give you your bonus, Ms. Y/L/N,” he mutters in her ear. His hands find their way to her hips, pulling her so her pussy is hovering over his face. She hesitates about letting her full weight fall on him, but he puts no thought into pushing her hips down so she can feel his breath on her vagina.

His hand moves her underwear out of the way so he can attack her clit. The sudden feeling of his lips on her causes her to grip his headboard as support. Her breathy gasps make his dick raise to attention again. His tongue licks up her juices and enters her hole. He tries to eat up as much of her sweet taste as he can prior to sticking a previously wetten finger into her puffed pussy. They reconfigure their position so she is sitting against the headboard to make it easier for him to finger her. She moans out in pleasure as another finger finds its way into her. He curls his finger for him to find her sweet spot. “More. Please, Boss,” she whines with her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. His assault with his fingers continues until her climax falls over her. He works her through it with whispers of being a good girl when she notices he is hard again.

Rafe is going to take care of it himself when she stops him. She gives his shaft a couple of pumps, bringing his dick to her clothed vagina. He looks at her unsure, letting the game drop for a second, “Are you sure about this? I can take care of myself. We don’t have to do this.” The moment definitely overcomes her and she isn’t thinking straight, but she needs this. She wants to know what he feels like. She wants to pretend like this moment is real. That they are just a loving couple about to make love. She brings his lips to hers. “I want this, I promise. I’m clean and haven’t had sex with anyone unprotected for a year. Plus, I’m on the pill. But if you want to use a condom or don’t want this, then I completely understand.”

He shakes his head, “I need this too. I’m clean too, by the way.” His tone is so nervous that she finds it adorable. With the confirmation that they both want this, Rafe removes her skirt and underwear. He takes off his shirt and then rips the shirt that she is wearing open. The buttons pop off, flying everywhere. Her bra is the next one to come off.

His dick slaps her pussy a few times, in anticipation of him entering her. He penetrates her and her back arches in satisfaction. The ache he causes quickly fades away. Normally, both of them would enjoy a rougher and faster pace with their foreplay, but it doesn’t feel right to them at this moment. “You are doing so well, Butterfly,” he praises. His thrusts a slow and controlled, hitting every right spot inside of her. The kiss they share is one laced with longing for each other and quiet moans from both of them. His hand plays with her nipples for a little bit before going to rub her clitoris. The fast motion of his hand paired with his deep and steady force brings her close to the edge. He notices how her walls begin to grip his cock and he speeds up his movements just a little bit.

He breaks their kiss to whisper, “Cum for me. Show me how good I am making you feel.” Her moans increase and she wraps her legs around his waist to help her meet his hips. “You feel so good, Boss. Keep going, p-p-please,” she pleads. He obeys her please and doesn’t stop. He feels his release about to come, “I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it, Butterfly?” She brings him deeper into her with her legs, “Inside of me, please.” Their lips find their way together again while they both cum. She feels thick ropes of his semen shoot into her, warming her insides. They pant into each other’s faces for them to gain a little more energy.

He slips out of her and they go through their normal aftercare and bedtime routine. Once they finish, they return to his bed, wrapping themselves in an embrace. “How are you feeling?” he questions, giving her a kiss to the temple. She gives him a tired smile, “I feel great, thank you. It was amazing. How about you?”

“I think I can just about do anything. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She nuzzles her neck into his neck. The deep call of sleep lulls them both to a state of unconsciousness.

——

This isn’t the first time that Y/N wakes up wrapped in Rafe’s arms, but it is the first that she does so after they have sex. Looking at his peaceful figure usually fills her with delight, yet, this time, she feels a problem start to arise. The sex was mind-blowing. No doubt about it; however, she crossed the line she promised herself she wouldn’t. The sex also felt so real to her and that is dangerous. She starts to realize she can’t tell what is genuine or just for show anymore. She worries that when he finally realizes he doesn’t want her anymore, he will throw her away with her heart ripped out of her chest.

Her shields throw themselves back up again and she quietly removes herself from his hold. She puts her skirt and undergarment back on but finds the shirt she wore here destroyed. His closet calls to her and she fishes out a white t-shirt to put on. She is engulfed in his scent, which she can’t enjoy any longer without feeling guilty for what she is about to do.

She slips the shirt on and then gets her purse to leave. As she makes her way to the front door, Dax excitedly runs up to her for her attention. She gives him an apologetic smile and kisses him on the head, “I am so sorry, baby. I have to go. But you are such a good boy. I love you even when I am gone.” Tears escape her eyes as she leaves his house for the last time.

——

A guilt-ridden walk home and shower later, Y/N sits at the coffee shop table, drinking her coffee. She can’t believe she is actually considering getting a new job, but it was always the plan anyway. Being a personal assistant was only supposed to be a placeholder to give her time to figure out what she truly wanted to do. Her cup runs empty, so she gets up from her chair to get a refill. She isn’t watching where she is going, which causes her to smack into someone behind her. Hot liquid stains his shirt because of her accident. “I am so sorry. Let me get you another coffee and my number so you can text me the dry cleaning bill,” she apologizes profusely to the brunet. His chocolate brown eyes find her, “Don’t worry about it, seriously. I hate this shirt. But I wouldn’t mind getting that number so that I can text you the location of our first date.” He gives her a charming smile with the tilt of his head and she lets out a giggle.

“That’s bold. Don’t you think you should get my name first?”

“True. I’m Henry and what might I call you?”

“I’m Y/N and I would love to go on a date with you.”

They shake hands. She feels incredibly wrong about going on a date with Henry when Rafe is still in the equation, but she needs something that is real and Rafe doesn’t want that with her. Little does she know that is entirely not true.

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