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cherry leather looker

or: you're a car, you're a woman, you're a drug!

gn!reader, explicit nsfw, vincent-typical after-school shenanigans. bank me like a millionaire, baby! it’s time for some last-minute summer fun, so you know what that means… my vincent is chinese, so don’t be surprised that he’s got a bit more physical description than i usually go in for. for the wonderful rae @sri-rachaa, mutual of my heart everything i do is for her - happy birthday gorgeous girlie!! all my love, and hope you’re having a fab day <3 inspired by sugar soaker by panic! at the disco, and i wonder if you can guess why…? vincent going off-road in just over 5300 words.

i’m aware that the byline implies fem!lovely, but that’s just because that’s how the song goes lol - lovely here is entirely gender neutral, and their body (including their, um, hardware) is basically not described at all.

this fic contains explicit nsfw content, and is very, very 18+. reader discretion is advised. minors dni. thank you.

Ugh.

Studying.

Exams aren’t coming up for a while yet, but unfortunately that doesn’t mean you don’t have to study. DAMN loves to pile the work on, latent humanborns be damned, and it’s an absolute nightmare once deadlines start to roll around.

“Lovely!”

Sam’s been tutoring you every Friday for a few months now, keeping you hostage once a week for an hour or two after classes, and it’s awful. He’s not bad at it, he’s just kind of boring, you know? He’s so good at this stuff that he doesn’t really know how to teach it very well, so he ends up doing that infuriating thing where he just reads stuff out of the textbook, nods like of course you’ll have understood that, and moves onto the next thing. It’s infuriating!

You’ve got to be at his place in, like, twenty minutes - normally Vincent would come and pick you up, but he’s got some meeting in town with a client, so Sam’s coming to get you instead. It’s not fair! When Vincent comes to pick you up, he always lets you choose the music, and he brings one of the cars that’s fast enough to get you there in half the time, so he can make out with you in the back seat for ten minutes before you have to go. Sam? Uh, no thanks, for several reasons. Long story short, you’re really not looking forward to studying with him tonight-

“Tianxin!”

…Wait, what?

The car park isn’t full, but it’s certainly not empty. It must be, what, about half twelve? Quarter to one? You’ve just come out of your Introductory Mental Disciplines lecture and your brain is kind of fried - Professor Albright’s a wonderful teacher, but he can be a little… intense, to put it lightly - so it’s not exactly a surprise that it takes you a minute to figure out where that voice is coming from.

“Lovely! Over here!”

Hazard lights flash behind you, and a good handful of other students turn with you to see - ah. Yeah, okay. You really should have known. Vincent Solaire, the picture of romance, big round sunglasses perched amid gracefully-dishevelled hair, waving madly from the driver’s seat of a very red, very shiny, very expensive convertible.

“Get in!”

Well, he certainly doesn’t have to tell you twice.

He’s already got his foot on the pedal as you slam the door shut, chucking your backpack over onto the back seat, and he pulls you in for a breathless kiss while clumsy hands fumble with your seatbelt. As soon as he hears it click, that’s it - before you really know what’s going on, you’re racing out of the car park and down the road out of town, music all the way up and pedal all the way down.

“How did - where-” You’re still a bit dizzy from the speed of it all - how the hell is he here? “What happened to your meeting?”

“Got Alexis to do it,” he says breezily, one hand reaching up to adjust the rearview mirror before slipping down to sit high on your thigh. “I just about stopped Fred catching her and Christian having some fun in the dining room after the clan meeting a few weeks ago, so she owes me one.”

Ah. That would explain why Vincent couldn’t keep a straight face when Sam’s mate had asked if he knew why the dining room table was away for repairs the other day. You don’t really want to know what he told them.

“Actually, that reminds me!” Regrettably, he takes his hand off you to put his sunglasses on properly - only Vincent would be caught wearing sunglasses at night unironically, just because they look cool, baby, look! He does an awkward sort of wriggle as he fishes his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, tossing it lightly into your lap. “Can you check if it’s on silent, please?”

“Yeah, hold on. It’s… no, it’s not.” It only takes a few seconds - you offer it back to him, but he shakes his head, so you just put it in the centre console. “Why?”

“Because…” Vincent’s grin gets impossibly bigger, laughing as you race down the A-road that leads into the woods surrounding Dahlia. “I’d know that old thing a mile away. Say hello, lovely!”

He flashes the hazards again, sticking two fingers in his mouth for a piercing wolf-whistle before flipping off the truck going the other w- hold on, that’s Sam’s truck, why’s he heading out now if you’re meant to be-

“Better luck next time, old man!” Vincent shouts over his shoulder, and there’s that vampire hearing - true to form, his phone lights up with an incoming call, the familiar piano loud as it vibrates. “Finders keepers!”

Twisting round in your seat, you laugh as Sam’s truck disappears when you turn the corner, leaning over to kiss Vincent’s temple partly in shock, but mostly in elation. “Breaking me out of prison, hmm?”

“For you, baobei?” He threads his fingers between yours, that lovesick look you know so wonderfully well, gently pulling your hand to press his lips to your wrist. “I’m stealing you all for myself.”

His other hand flicks the left indicator on, which is a bit of a surprise. Isn’t home in the other direction? “Are we not…?”

He scoffs theatrically, and it’s unfair that he can make it sound so cute. “Going home? No. What’d you wanna do that for?” Your phone starts buzzing, Sam clearly having given up on Vincent answering, but you both ignore it. “I thought we could, uh, go on a little adventure tonight. Just us.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” He flushes slightly at your tone, cheeks slowly turning pink, and your smile widens as he deliberately avoids your eyes in the mirror. “Last time we went ‘adventuring’, we ended up fucking up the suspension so much that even you said you were gonna have to pay someone to fix it. Sure you wanted to bring this car?”

“I - you-!” Flustered, he stabs clumsily at the centre console, pointedly turning the volume up even as his blush deepens and deepens with your wicked laughter. “ Just- just pick a song!”

The drive isn’t too long, all things considered - it’s only about an hour, maybe a bit more. It’s not like the roads are all that busy at 1am, you know? At first, you’re not really sure where he might be taking you, but about twenty minutes in he turns down onto the coast road, and it clicks.

“At this hour? It’ll be freezing!” He really thinks he’s slick, doesn’t he? And okay, yeah, he kind of is, but there’s no way you’re telling him that. Got to keep him on his toes, after all.

“Mmm, it will be, won’t it?” Up ahead, the lights turn red at the junction. Ever a man of opportunity, he wastes no time - the car’s barely stopped before he’s kissing you, one hand under your jaw and the other sliding down to rub teasingly over your hip. “Gonna keep - nnng - gonna keep me warm, lovely?”

“Haahh-” Soft, always so soft. Pulling slightly against your seatbelt, closer closer closer - ooh, is that strawberry chapstick? Between the fizz of his hands on your skin and the sweetness of his mouth against yours, it’s kind of hard to come up with a coherent response. “Yeah, mmm, yeah, just- hm?”

Unfortunately, he breaks what was shaping up to be a very nice kiss as a motorbike speeds past, straight over the junction. Oh. Right, yeah, the traffic lights. You’d sort of forgotten about that. Thank goodness there’s nobody else behind you. Vincent’s gaze meets yours, washed in green light, lips already slightly pinker than normal - you’re so tempted to ask if you can pull over. Come on, nobody’s looking. Just for five minutes?

(Well, maybe ten. Fifteen. Twenty? Maybe just a bit longer-)

The glovebox clicking open knocks you out of your pleasant reverie, watching Vincent rifle awkwardly through the mess of CD cases before extracting a half-empty bottle of chewing gum.

“Want some?” He rattles the jar towards you, popping two in his mouth before grimacing in surprise. “Wait, this-”

Pushing his sunglasses back up into his hair, he looks properly at the label this time, and you’re not saying his age is catching up to him, but… “Fuck, I forgot I ran out of strawberry.” Undeterred, he takes a third one before handing you the bottle, stepping on the pedal as you put it back in the glovebox. “I think it’s spearmint? Peppermint? Oh, I don’t know - the one Lexi had the other day.”

“Did she get it for you?” You’re surprised. When Alexis and Vincent buy things for each other, they’re normally one of two things: specifically designed to make the other’s life noticeably worse, or costing at least several thousand dollars. Somehow, you doubt that this particular jar of chewing gum was either of those things, but Alexis Solaire is nothing if not full of surprises.

“Nah. Nicked it off her desk,” he declares, looking far too pleased with himself as he flicks the indicator down. “She likes that awful cinnamon-flavoured shit more anyway, so really I’m doing her a favour.”

(Yeah, okay. That sounds more like the pair of them. You won’t mention the industrial-sized roll of tin foil that you saw her and Christian dragging into Vincent’s room at Will’s house.)

Humming along to the CD player, he turns off down one of the side roads - you know the sort, one of those that’s not really a road at all, just a sort of gap in the hedgerow. It’s just dirt, and it’s kind of bumpy, but it gives Vincent an excuse to go and fuss over his precious paintwork, so he’s fine with it. Sam complains about it every time he comes down here, but that’s what you get when the suspension on your truck is practically prehistoric, isn’t it?

“Wanna go inside for a bit? Or straight out to the back?”

“Uh…” As nice as the house is - and make no mistake, it’s really nice - you’d rather get straight to it. It’s not everyday you get to spend some time at a place like this. “Straight through?”

“Sure.”

The house belongs to William, but it’s not associated with the business as one of the actual, like, ‘Solaire Properties’. Really, it’s just for family or clan stuff - you’ve been down here several times before, mostly for birthdays or celebrations or whatever. Vincent’s never gone into too much detail, but from what you’ve heard about William’s life before the whole rich-vampire-king palaver, he’s always liked the sea. He loved it from afar, as Vincent puts it, but you gather that he never really had much of a chance to enjoy it.

That’s why he bought this place, apparently - a long-held dream fulfilled, and you’re not going to begrudge him that. It’s not very easy for vampires to really do beach holidays. Good on him for finding a convenient (if eye-wateringly expensive) way to do it.

(When she’d mentioned it to you the first time, Alexis had called it a nice little summer house. Your definitions of ‘nice’ and ‘little’ clearly aren’t quite the same. For starters, you probably wouldn’t include a multi-million dollar beachfront property in one of the most beautiful places on the California coast, but apparently that just shows how much you know. Turns out the dollar really is almighty, and William Solaire certainly has a lot of them.)

“Hope you brought your swimsuit, baby,” he says innocently, fiddling with his phone and unlocking the gates. His wry grin betrays him, though - he forgets every time that you can still see him in the rearview mirror. “Water’s nice, this time of year.”

“You little…” Oh, he’s going to be for it in a minute. “Who on earth do you know that brings a swimsuit to a Dreamwalking lecture?”

“My lovely, caught unaware? Surely not!” He gasps in faux surprise, now not even trying to hide the smirk spreading across his face. “I reckon you had this planned, you know.”

“Yeah?” This should be good. “And how did I do that, hmm?”

“Oh, it’s very simple,” he proclaims, free hand gracefully pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them in his shirt pocket as he turns down the drive. “You’ve lured me out here with your effortless charm and stunning good looks, with the promise of getting to take a swim all alone with my gorgeous lovely, only to turn on your heel and deprive me of the one thing I’ve been looking forward to all week.“ It’s unfair how cute that stupid pout of his is, sighing plaintively as he laments your supposed scheming. "You’re so mean to me, you know that?”

“Am I, now?” It’s always fun, playing along with him. “I’m sorry, my love,” you say mournfully, leaning across to press a kiss to his cheek and smiling as he tries not to blush. “However could I make it up to you?”

“Well, I do know one way we could make this work…” he says, valiantly ignoring the flush slowly spreading across his face at the absolutely shameless once-over he gives you. “I mean, you don’t have to be wearing anyth- hey!”

“Nice try, loverboy,” you announce, haughtily settling your newly-acquired sunglasses atop your head. “Like hell you’re getting me in there with nothing on - it’s fucking freezing!”

Vincent sighs, plaintive and airy, like it being 1am and pitch-black outside shouldn’t matter. Ooh, he’s lucky he’s so pretty. “Too bad, sha gua, too bad. Guess I’ll have to find some other way to get you w- okay! I’m st- I’m stopping!”

Bastard. One-handed, he bats away your hands from his hair as he pulls up by the sand, fingers flexing on the wheel when you manage to get just close enough to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Rude.” He huffs, giving you that stupid, cute pout that really shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. “I thought that was pretty good, actually.”

You give him a look. “I’m not sure pick-up lines have ever been - hey - waitwaitwait!”

You’re never going to be used to that vampire strength, are you? The angle is ridiculous, but his hands lock around your waist before you can protest, and somehow he manages to manoeuvre you over the centre console and into his lap without too much fuss.

Vincent opens his mouth, smug as anything, but he only manages a sort of garbled half-noise before your hand quickly shuts him up.

“That does not count as a pick-up line!”

He stares, cross-eyed, down at your hand for a surprised second, before petulantly trying to lick your palm in retaliation. Luckily, you’re wise to his tricks by now - you pull your hand away just in time and fix him with the best glare you can muster, although it’s probably undercut by the fact that you’re trying really hard not to laugh.

Undeterred, he smirks up at you, brushing the hair out of his face with a satisfied flourish.

“Yeah, but you thought it was hot.”

Fuck. He’s right. You stutter into an excuse for a second, but it doesn’t come - instead, you just slide your hands up his chest, over his shoulders and up to his jaw, before just leaning down and kissing him. It always works.

True to form, he melts into your touch, letting you kiss the mint-flavoured smirk right off his face with a pleased sigh. Quick fingers twist into the fabric of your shirt, and you’re just running your tongue over his bottom lip when-

“Wait - just - just a sec-”

He pulls back unexpectedly, reaching over and fumbling around in the glovebox for a second, one hand holding your hip to keep you balanced in his lap, before extricating an old receipt. Neatly, he drops his gum into the paper, folding it in half to stick it to itself before depositing it into the cupholder to throw away later.

“Okay!” He grins up at you, blindingly beautiful, and you almost have to blink away the sunspots in your eyes. “Where were we, again?”

This time, you don’t bother trying to hide your laugh - instead, you just muffle it in his shoulder, letting him nip affectionately at your neck against the gentle sound of waves lapping at the sand. “Hate you.”

“Yeah,” he replies airily, and you don’t need to look to see his smile. “Hate you too.”

You pull back and he ducks his head slightly to kiss you again, tongue brushing lightly against your lip until you tilt your head slightly to - yeah, that’s a better angle. Vaguely, you’re aware of him guiding your legs around his waist, and you can feel him standing up and getting out of the car, but most of it is forgotten as the warm haze of his kisses swirls through your brain and makes your fingers go all tingly.

Although your eyes are closed, you can tell that he’s walking somewhere from the movement of his body against you, the sound of sand under his feet, but where’s he going? Into the house? Cracking one eye open, you can see the dark shape of the garage in front of you - so he’s heading towards the water, then. Wait, but why would he - oh, no fucking way-

“Mm - mmf!” Swallowing a giggle at his stunned face, you wriggle out of his arms with a sharp twist and a burst of vampiric speed, before turning and scrambling away across the sand. Shocked, he’s not quite quick enough to grab your arm as you dodge out of the way, and he laughs in surprise as you make him chase you further and further towards the sea.

“Oh, I don’t - I don’t think so-!”

“Catch me if you can!”

As fast as you’re going, it’s basically no distance at all until you’re splashing into the shallow water. Spray kicks up around your ankles, soaking into your shoes and socks, but it can’t weigh you down. You dance out of his way regardless, heart pounding giddily as adrenaline rushes through your body, dipping your hand down to flick water at him whenever he looks in danger of getting slightly too close.

“Still - fuck! - still too slow!” He almost manages to snatch the back of your shirt, and you stick your tongue out at his wounded expression as you back up into the slightly deeper water. “See, I told you I was faster…”

“You - get - get back here!”

He lunges for your waist, but he’s too slow - with a splash, he topples through the space where you used to be and goes face first into the freezing water. Luckily, it’s deep enough that he doesn’t just hit the ground, and you wade gingerly towards him as your body starts to register the cold.

“Lovely!” Spitting out a mouthful of seawater, you’re met with the distinctly-bedraggled shape of a very wet Vincent Solaire, blinking the salt out of his eyes. The shock of the cold water forces the breath out of him, but for some reason it can’t make him any less unfairly attractive. You don’t bother to hide your satisfied smirk at the sight of him raking his soaked hair out of his face with one hand, white t-shirt now slightly see-through and clinging to his chest.

“You - you!” he gasps, pointing accusingly at you with as stern a glare as he can muster. “Oh, when I get my hands on you, I-”

He’s cut off by your gleeful kiss, throwing yourself through the waist-deep water at him and knowing that he’ll catch you. Mmm, he’s such a sucker.

“Yeah?” you say between kisses. “You’ll what?”

“I…”

After a pause, he shrugs half-heartedly and gives in to let you kiss him again. “Probably - mmm - yeah, uh, probably that…”

Moonlight sparkles on the water as he clutches you tighter, drinking in the familiar taste of you. Cold currents come and go, but neither of you really notice, far too swept up in each other for it to matter - besides, the warmth of his body against yours is more than enough to keep you happy.

After a little while, he moves to kiss slowly down your neck, leaning you back slightly in his arms to get a better angle. Your fingers tangle in his hair, dark and dripping, and he sighs happily against your skin when you pull slightly, just the way he likes.

“Tianshi…” he murmurs, fangs digging gently into your skin because he knows it makes you shiver. “You shouldn’t tease, you know.”

“Mm, you started it,” you reply. “Whose good idea was it to go swimming in the middle of the night, again?”

“Hm.” You can feel him pouting, muttering quietly into your shoulder. “Like ‘m giving up my lovely for some stupid tutoring.”

He makes a good point. This is much nicer than whatever boring textbook questions Sam was supposed to be making you do right now. In your magnificent generosity, you reward your saviour with a benevolent kiss to his temple, before your hand trails down over his neck, his shoulder, across his-

“Did you-?”

“Hm?” Tilting back just a little, he looks down at himself like he’s as surprised as you are that his shirt has disappeared. “Oh, yeah.”

Biting back a laugh, you smack his arm with a quiet slap. “Now who’s the tease?”

“What? Do you like wearing wet jeans?” he asks smugly, smirking as he hears your heart speed up - the dark water comes up to about his waist, so you dread to think what other bits of clothing he’s got rid of while you weren’t looking. “That’s what I thought.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, patting him on the shoulder in consolation. “Remind me to send him flowers when we get back.”

“Who said he taught me? You don’t know! I could’ve, um-”

His cry of indignance is swiftly cut off by your flat stare. You know exactly where he got this from. After a brief stand-off, he sighs in apparent defeat, bending down slightly to scoop you up so that he’s properly carrying you. “Yeah, it was Gavin.”

“Knew it!” you sing, cheerfully kicking your legs as he starts to walk back out of the water, up towards the sand. “You think I haven’t seen him trying it with Freelancer before?”

He pretends to sulk, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “And here I thought you were looking at me…” The sand crunches quietly underfoot as he carries you towards the car, and the slight breeze is pleasantly cool against your warm skin. “What do I have to do to get your attention, hm?”

Sneaking a downwards glance, you raise an eyebrow. Turns out he wasn’t lying about the jeans. “I could think of a few things.”

“Only a few?” He scoffs, before leaning down to press his fangs to that sweet spot just under your jaw. “Keep up, tianxin, and you’ll get more than that.”

A burst of magic fizzles over your body, warm and crackling shivers from head to toe. Before you can blink, you’re both completely dry, and one look at him tells you exactly what you need to know - ooh, he’s been practising that one. He preens under your gaze, tossing his head proudly to flick his now-dry hair back out of his eyes.

God. He’s so pretty.

The walk back to the car isn’t far, but he doesn’t put you down - instead, he opts to lean down and lay you gently back against the hood, kissing you down against the warm, smooth metal. Back arched slightly over his arm, it’s a little uncomfortable, so you have to shift around a little bit in order to-

“Mmm…”

Maybe he thinks it was on purpose, or maybe he knows and he just doesn’t care - whatever the case, he rocks his hips back down to meet you, and that’s when you notice that he’s got rid of your clothes, too.

“Haah - Vincent!”

He doesn’t even have the good grace to look appropriately chastised at your muffled shout, just grabbing your wrists before you can try to slap his side and pinning them above your head with a devilish smile. Any protest you may have had quickly disappears when he grinds against you, thin cotton all that separates you, melting into a soft moan that drips off your fangs and runs down your chin.

“What - nnng! - what’s the matter, lovely?” he says, breathless. “Having second thoughts about your study session?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Lost in the heat and the hardness of him, it’s getting more and more difficult to put words together. “Think you - mmm, think you should persuade me…”

You don’t have to tell him twice - the world blurs around you as he lifts you up, depositing you on the passenger seat as he slips down to kneel in the footwell, and you hastily grab his shoulder in surprise as he presses the little button on the seat, sliding it back to give himself a little more room.

“We have - fuck! We have a bed in - inside!” Your half-hearted protests go ignored in favour of strong hands impatiently tearing the rest of your clothes away, shredded fabric littering the floor beside him. God, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

He lifts one dark eyebrow, challenging, although he can’t quite keep his eyes on your face. “You want me to wait?”

“No, no, this is - no, this is fine-!”

Words melt away as he eagerly grabs your hips, pulling you forwards to the edge of the seat and burying his face in you with a long, drawn-out moan. Mmm, he really doesn’t waste any time - your fingers unconsciously find their way back into his hair again, twisting and tugging with every flick of his tongue, sloppy, sticky kisses that make your cheeks burn and your insides twist with need. Your nails digging into his scalp only seem to encourage him, wonderfully warm as he licks a slow, burning trail all the way down before speeding back up until you’re shuddering in his enthusiastic hold.

“I - oh, I - ahhh…”

Almost too fast for you to notice, a tiny burst of magic swirls around his fingers - oh, you definitely remember Gavin teaching him that one. Gently, he eases his middle finger into you, stretching you ever so sweetly, and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle what you’re sure would be an embarrassingly loud whine.

“Baby…” Vincent clearly disagrees, though, nudging your legs up over his shoulders and nipping at the soft inside of your thigh in disappointed reprimand. “Wanna hear!”

A graceful hand runs blindly up your body to tug your hand away from your mouth, depositing it firmly back in his hair where it belongs. You can’t complain - and even if you wanted to, the high-pitched keen that fills your mouth as a second finger slips inside you leaves no room for objection.

It doesn’t help that even like this, he’s still so fucking beautiful - crescent-moon eyes closed, groaning in pleasure at the taste of you, achingly hard but refusing to let go of you even for a second. Your head falls back against the headrest, back bowing as you roll your hips slightly, and the change in angle lets his fingertips press just right - fuck, just right against that spot inside you that makes your breath stick in your chest and your eyes go all blurry.

“Yeah?” The look he gives you is wicked, filthy grin all smeared and sticky. Fuck, he sounds absolutely wrecked, words lazy and languid as he kisses the words into you. “Right there, xingan?”

You nod frantically, nails scraping harsh lines into the tanned skin of his shoulders. He hisses with the pleasurable sting, and you watch them fade and heal over almost as fast as you can make them. “Mm-hmm, mmm, yeah-!”

It’s too much - deft fingers curling and stroking, the vibrations of his voice thrumming over you, all warm and wet and messy. Fuck, it feels like your whole body is burning, trembling in his grip, skinbuzzing like a livewire. The leather underneath you sticks and catches as you writhe under Vincent’s attention, and a flood of heat rushes through you at the reminder that you’re just out here in the open, entirely at his mercy.

“I - oh, fuck,” you gasp out, curved forwards over him as your body greedily tries to pull him impossibly closer. “It - ahh, it’s-”

“I know, baby - I know,” he chokes out, sounding almost as desperate as you feel. “Come on, come on, lovely - nng, please!” Mouth full, sentences all slurring together as he buries himself in you, it’s enough to make you wail with each breath, the delicious stretch of his fingers and the sharp tease of his fangs. “Please, want it, I wanna see-”

He strokes his thumb over your thigh, silent question obvious as he looks pleadingly up at you - you must nod, or tell him yes, yes of course, because the next thing you know is the white-hot ecstasy of the bite, needy and glittering, and all of a sudden you’re falling apart. Legs trembling, eyes slammed shut as you sob through your orgasm, all you know is the familiar kiss of Vincent’s mouth on you, strong hands trailing warm, comforting patterns over your skin, and the distant sound of your own cries.

For a long moment, you’re floating, a joyful balloon on a satisfied string. Vincent takes you in his hands with a soft smile, and slowly pulls you back down to earth.

When you finally blink back to yourself, you’re slumped loose and heavy over Vincent’s shoulder, flopped forwards against where he’s kneeling up in front of your seat. He hums quietly as he feels you stir, one hand smoothing comforting circles into your back, and you nestle your face into the side of his neck with a pleased sigh.

“Back with me, baobei?”

“Mm,” you say eloquently. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He kisses the side of your head before tenderly nudging you backwards a little bit, giving himself a bit more room to clamber out of the footwell. He almost manages it, too - the effect is ruined slightly when he trips over the lip of the floor, stumbling awkwardly into the open door and nearly smacking his face against the handle, and you giggle at the indignant glare he shoots at the side of the car.

“Ooh. Smooth.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbles, though there’s no heat behind it. “Only the best for you, xiaogongju.”

You take his offered hand with a flourish, letting him guide you up and out of the seat and onto shaky legs - after a few steps, he decides to take matters into his own hands and just lifts you up into his arms like a bride, your head back on his shoulder. From here, you gaze idly out at the dark line where the sky brushes the sea, just barely visible even to your enhanced eyes, and let yourself rest in the gentle sound of the waves.

(A quick look back shows you - oh, that’s going to be a bitch to clean out of the leather. Whatever. It was worth it.)

“Love you,” you murmur through your hazy smile, fingers brushing back and forth over the dips and hollows of his collarbone. “Gonna get you back later.”

“Love you too, baby.” Waves lapping at the sand, salt and heat and happiness, the chill of the breeze. “I look forward to it already.”

He catches your lips in a short kiss, sweet and soft and painted in moonlight. Vincent carries you into the house, closing the door behind you, and all you can think is that this is much, much better than a study session.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Redactedverse - Redacted ASMR Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Angel/David Shaw (Redacted ASMR), Asher & David Shaw (Redacted ASMR) Characters: Angel (Redacted ASMR), David Shaw (Redacted ASMR), Asher (Redacted ASMR) Additional Tags: Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Cockwarming, Bratting, kind of d/s dynamics, Angel is a brat, david's working from home, Desk Sex, Aftercare, Fluff and Smut Summary:

David is working from home while everyone else is on a gig but his mate is proving to be quite the distraction. Angel wants attention and is willing to push David's buttons to get it. Their back-and-forth banter quickly devolves into a test of resolve, but who will come out on top (pun intended)?

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copsecore · 4 months

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #fanfic #do i plug my ao3 #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted honey #redacted guy #archive of our own #redacted smut

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mar-the-magician · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday!

Uhh. Geordi smut. Yeah. I don't have much of an explanation for this one. Enjoy!

Geordi blinked and yawned. Cutie frowned sympathetically. If they’d known there was going to be a fucking speech in the middle of the performance, they wouldn’t have asked him to come with them. Their little cousin was in the talent show and her parents weren’t going to be able to make it, so Cutie had agreed to come to support her, asking Geordi to come with them so they wouldn’t be alone. But her part wasn’t until the second half of the show, and the principal had a speech planned in the middle of the show that Cutie hadn’t been aware of. And it was long. And boring. And loquacious. And had they mentioned it was long? They glanced over at Geordi, who looked so bored that he looked interested. Well, they could at least make this a little less boring…

They poked his shoulder and, when he turned to look at them, tapped two fingers against their temple and raised an eyebrow. Geordi nodded hurriedly, a smile that warmed Cutie's heart spreading across his face.

"Hey there, Cutie!'"

"Hey handsome," they grinned at him.

"Love their voice in my head— love it when they call me that— cute grin— sparkly eyes— so pretty. D’you think the principal's hair is gonna fall down?" Cutie almost laughed.

"That’s how you’ve been entertaining yourself this whole time?"

"I'm not kidding! Look at that pin in her hair— wobbles every time she moves her head. I swear it’s gonna fall down any minute… then it would flop over her face. Would she get hair in her mouth? Maybe then she would stop talking so much."

"Geordi! You’re gonna make me laugh!" They scolded mentally. Geordi grinned and stuck his tongue out.

"I love their laugh— would be bad if they laughed right now though— besides, why not keep their gorgeous laugh all to myself? Yee, the ignorant masses don’t need the knowledge that your laugh is straight from heaven…" They blushed and rolled their eyes.

"Watch it, charmer, or you’ll have me falling in love with you all over again," they crooned, turning their head back to look at the principal again.

"Heheh, all over again… love being called charmer, they should call me that more… am I all that charming though? Maybe on the outside but once you get in my brain it’s just chaos with some charm mixed in— are they listening to me or the principal? They look too bored to be listening to me… hm, that unimpressed face they have on is actually kinda hot… raising one eyebrow and all…

Oh fuck, did they hear that? Did you hear that?"

They schooled their face to be properly distracted looking. If Geordi's mind was going to wander in that direction, they surely weren’t going to discourage it.

"Cutie? You still in here?"

"Hm? Sorry, love, I was zoning out. What did you say?"

"Ah, nothing, Cutie, just random wandering thoughts. Sorry,"

Hm, they had a unfair advantage here. Good. They raised one eyebrow at him and shrugged.

"Well, okay then, pretty boy," Geordi’s eyes widened.

"W-oh wow— fuck, the expressions hot— and pretty boy?? Oh wow that’s hot— wait. Cutie. You know what being called pretty boy does to me." He turned an accusing glare on them. They returned it with an innocent smile.

"I'm sure I don’t know what you mean, my lover," they thought wickedly. Geordi twitched.

"My lover. My lover. My lover???"

"Well you are, aren’t you?" Cutie put on the innocent face again. Geordi ran a hand over his eyes.

"What are you doing? You realize we are in public right? At a children’s talent show? There are kids here— and parents— probably suburban soccer mom Karens— you can’t be saying things like that in my head right now— what if I accidentally make a noise? Oh fuck, it would be bad if we got caught— but fuck— why is— shit, why is this getting me going so much? Oh fuck…" Cutie smirked at him.

"As long as you can keep quiet, we're all good, pretty boy. After all, it’s not like I’m saying anything out loud. It’s not like I’m saying out loud how much I’d like to have my mouth on you right now." Geordi turned his head to stare at them like they’d grown a second nose.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Oh come on now, Geordi. No-one except us can tell how much you would fucking love to have me pressing soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses all up and down your chest and torso and neck. No-one will be able to tell… unless you give it away… so really, your fate is in your own hands right now." Geordi's eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"Mouth— kisses— on my chest and torso and neck?? Oh fuck that’s hot— love their mouth so much— oh my g— Cutie!!" They had chosen their first image very tastefully. It wasn’t too revealing, more of a tease than anything else. Just a memory of their lips on the junction between his shoulder and neck, murmuring soft praises into his skin.

"Cutie— fuck, fuck, shit, ohhhh…" With the next image (fucking in front of a mirror was not only fun, but handy for later it seemed) Geordi's hand strayed down to his groin.

"Oh fuck that’s hot— no, no, bad Geordi, bad thoughts, you cannot touch yourself in the middle of a speech in a public auditorium." Cutie stifled a chuckle behind their hand.

"We're in an empty row, and there's no-one directly in front of or behind us… if you’re really so desperate and needy already, I don’t see why you can’t touch just a little…" Geordi gasped out loud, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth.

"What are you, my shoulder devil? Oh go— you’re so bad, you are so fuckin bad, you are evil, evil, evil— their eyes are all shiny— cheeks are flushed— mouth's hanging open a little— am I affecting them as much as they’re affecting me? So hot— ohhh the way they look at me from under the lids of their eyes? Gonna— ugh— makes me feel like I’m some kind of prey— like they’re gonna eat me up— so hot— no, no, no, not hot, evil, evil, bad— ohhh no please—“ They had a hand on his thigh. Geordi was trembling, hands balled into fists, biting his tongue to keep himself from making some incriminating noise.

"This is so not fair—!" Cutie rubbed their hand back and forth gently, circling closer and closer— higher and higher up his thigh.

"And yet you really seem to be enjoying yourself, don’t you, my lover? Do you like that? How unfair it is? How much power I hold over you? I’m going easy on you, pretty boy. I could wreck you right now. Fill your head up with so many dirty thoughts and images and memories and sensations that you couldn’t possibly keep silent. Make everyone see just how bad you are. I could work you up until you didn’t care how many people saw or how bad of trouble we got in— all you would care about is touching and being touched and—“ Geordi stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to the bathroom. If you want to stop teasing the shit out of me and actually make good on some of this, you can follow me." He walked jerkily away, thoughts still chasing each other through his mind at breakneck speed.

Ahehe… please don’t come for me

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr fandom #redacted fandom #fandom post #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #redacted geordi #redacted asmr geordi #redacted smut #smut #redacted cutie #redacted asmr cutie

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nymphs-library · 2 years

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here goes with a geordi smut because there’s not enough of him-

pairing: geordi x reader

tags: smut! (minors dni), cutie finally being less of a little shit, praise, afab reader but they/them pronouns used, use of telepathy (obviously), what happens after the pool party

synopsis: after getting home from their friend’s pool party, cutie makes good on the teasing they’d subjected geordi to…

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briefly, cutie wonders if listening to geordi’s thoughts on the drive home from the pool party counts as distracted driving.

with the way geordi’s thoughts were going a mile a minute, they figured it had to. but they just can’t help themselves. after all, what fun is edging someone in a hot tub if you don’t get to hear their slightly frustrated and definitely horny thoughts?

“almost home…finally…i’m in for it when we get home, aren’t i? yeah. definitely in for it. is that a bad thing though? no, good thing. definitely good thing. fuck, i wish we were home already.”

speaking of which.

“yeah, you’re in for it, hon. don’t worry. i won’t tease too much…”

at the sound of cutie’s voice in his head, geordi seema to be reminded that they were still there listening, and laughs nervously. but cutie doesn’t miss the way his thighs tense.

“forgot they were still there…that’s embarrassing…is it though? i mean they’ve already seen me almost lose my mind not twenty minutes ago…oh my god i almost lost it at a party…god, they’re evil…you’re evil, you hear me?…evil…i love you…still evil…”

geordi’s train of thought slowly began to run off the track as they pulled in, nearly incoherent by the time they’re up the stairs and heading inside. cutie only catches brief words in the jumble, one of which is a quiet call of their name. they turn to face geordi- flustered, red-faced geordi, who is so, so close to their face, waiting for them to close the distance between their lips.

and so it begins with a kiss. sloppy, rushed, desperate, and everything geordi wants. he barely even registers that cutie is taking his hand and leading the two of them back to the bedroom until they’re turning him and the backs of his thighs hit the bed. He crumples at that, taking cutie with him as he falls back on the bed. now squarely on top of him, cutie has a perfect view of the way his chest is heaving. his thoughts are finally beginning to come back together now.

“god they’re so pretty…so pretty…on top of me…can’t- o-oh, oh, that’s-“

when they straddle him and take the opportunity to grind down onto him, geordi’s head tosses back and a choked gasp escapes his mouth. of course he’s still sensitive from the devious teasing he’d endured at cutie’s hands. but cutie knew that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“geordi,” they coo at him. “geordi, baby, look at me…”

obediently, his eyes flutter open and find cutie’s, holding their gaze.

“how do you want me?” cutie asks, as if it were some trivial question.

the maelstrom of thoughts and images that flood geordi’s head nearly makes cutie cover their ears reflexively.

“can’t choose, can’t choose…love it when they’re on top of me like this…love it when they’re under me too…or that one time on their side, oh…oh god, or their mouth…no, no, want them close…need this, need them…just like this…on top of me…”

cutie has their answer. geordi only watches like a lovestruck idiot as they pull their shirt over their head, climbing off of him briefly to shed the rest. he takes the hint after they climb off, though, shucking his own clothes and discarding them on the bedroom floor along with theirs. the moment they were both finished, cutie is all over him, straddling him, pressing their lips to his hungrily.

their lips travel down his jaw, over his neck, and geordi grips their hips tight.

“god, they know what that does to me…i know they know…fuck, but it’s so hot…love them like this, love their body, love them. love you-uoh, oh, fuck-“

“love you too,” cutie replies out loud without thinking, the words murmured against the skin of his neck just before their teeth turn it dark and mottled with love bites. it almost distracts him from the sudden, overwhelming feeling of them sinking down onto him.

almost.

a loud cry comes from geordi, his back arching the tiniest bit as his grip on their hips grew tighter. “O-oh, oh, fuck, cutie, th-that’s-“

they don’t bother to let him respond before raising their hips and dropping them. cutie starts a rhythm as geordi’s cries grew louder, a soft moan falling from their own lips at the feeling of him inside them. geordi manages to finish his sentence.

“s-so good, shit…”

“swear I could listen to your sounds all day,” cutie grits out between bounces. “so pretty, sound so pretty for me…”

geordi’s only response to that is a whine, another sound that joins the symphony of heavy breaths and the sinful sound of skin on skin. his grip on them tightens.

“fuck, love it when they call me pretty…”

“yeah, i know you do. that’s why- mm! why i say it. gotta- ah…gotta remind you…”

cutie’s pace is getting faster, and geordi feels his ability to form coherent thoughts slipping away into oblivion.

“l-love you so mu-uh! so much!” he manages.

cutie stares down at him with nothing but adoration in their eyes, soft pants coming from their mouth. “love you t-too, my pretty boy, so p-perfect…”

for geordi and cutie, it feels like the whole world slows, suspends the spinning of her axis just for them. time means nothing when they’re lost in pleasure, and each other. the second it takes for cutie to roll their hips in a way that hits that sweet spot within them and sends geordi’s head reeling at the same time seems to be drawn out into half an hour, every bit of sensation ingrained in their brains. so for the two of them, the sudden tension in their bodies threatening to snap is almost a surprise, something that brings them down from the clouds a bit.

geordi stutters out “close-“ between whines at nearly the exact moment that cutie moans out “fuck, geordi, so close.” say what you want about geordi (granted, probably not without incurring cutie’s wrath), but god, cutie thought, is his stamina amazing.

“it’s- mmh, it’s okay, b-baby, l-let go.”

geordi only nods frantically, hips bucking up into cutie’s in a desperate bid to fall over the edge that he’s been worked up to. and all the while, cutie is lost in pleasure and thoughts of how much they love him, one of their hands smoothing his hair away from his forehead.

it hits them both like a shock straight to the spinal cord. both tense up, cutie trembles, and the debauched sounds from the two of them’s mouths entwine themselves like a pair of ivy vines up a trellis. it’s a good few seconds before they’re coming back from oblivion, pleasure still clouding their minds. geordi’s voice breaks the near-silence, tired but clearly satisfied.

“if this is what comes with pool parties, sign me up for the next one,” he jokes, and cutie swats his shoulder lightly. The gesture is paired with a radiant smile, though. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” is the thought that pushes its way into geordi’s head, echoing in cutie’s voice.

“I love you.”

“I love you most.”

#redacted asmr smut #redactedverse smut #redacted smut #redacted geordi #geordi smut

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raging-bisexual-chaos · 2 years

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David, Asher, Milo, and Blaire ( my darlin OC) have definitely had a foursome with Asher and Blaire as the bottoms in their teenage years

It was at David's house when Gabe wasn't home

They all had hickey all over their neck at the next pack meeting

They were definitely all friends with benefits at once #polyamory

No I will not be taking critisism

No I will not explain why

This is now canon

Feel free to do with this info what you like

But will someone please make a oneshot or imagine or something out of this

@cottagecorexboy @bittersweet--chaos @dolls-circus @thedahliafiles

#redacted smut #redacted asmr smut #redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted davey #redacted darlin #Blaire OC #redacted asher #shaw pack #bottom darlin supremecy

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taelonsamada · 1 year

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Be Good For Me - Chapter 2

This took ages, but I wanted to make sure I got it right. I wanted to make sure I gave it the care and love that a proper, healthy BDSM relationship deserves. And, now that I finally feel confident in it, have Darlin domming Sam 😈

♥️ Tag List ♥️

@dollscircus

@darlin-collins

@darlincollins

@gingerbreadmonsters

@zozo-01

@teaseat

@duskgraves

@yourratbae

@mainhoesstuff

#my writing #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted smut

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sacredtime · 2 years

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I don’t think in a intimate setting David would be a fan of many honourifics outside of the title alpha, mainly because, especially if you have access to the 18+ audios, we’ve heard him use the honourific with Angel as a form of power play.

I feel like David especially wouldn’t like the honourifics ‘daddy’ or ‘master’, especially daddy. Imo it would give him the ick and be a big turn off for him. Master on the other hand isn’t so much as a I know but rather it doesn’t necessarily fit their dynamic and feels out of place

#redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted asmr david #redacted angel #redacted smut

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yeahyeahgrumblegrumbleakasage · 2 years

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"What keeps you up"

Kinktober Day 1

Pairing: AaronxSmartass (Redacted Asmr/Audios) (gender-neutral Smartass)

Summary: Smartass comes home late from work and expected a very different reaction from their boyfriend.

Warnings: Praising, slightly dom Aaron, kissing, light smut (I don't know what to consider this)

So I've never done something quite like this before so... Please be gentle in the comments. It's not nearly as kink as I wanted to go but it's late and I'm too tired to try to fix it, so enjoy.

Word count: 1044 (I know it's short)

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It was fairly dark outside when Smartass arrived home. They walked as swiftly and mindlessly as their feet allowed them, not knowing whether Aaron was still awake or not.

They went completely still when the lights were suddenly turned on. So he was awake... Shit, they trembled when they saw him. He was in a dress shirt and pants, damn... He looked fine as hell.

"Aaron, why are you still awake? Don't you have a meeting first thing tomorrow?" They tried gently. He raised a brow at their question, and they knew they were in for it. "I could ask you the same thing, Smartass." He said smoothly. They gulped but decided to go back to their regular bullshit. "Well.. I asked first." they shot back. The teasing smile was already on their face as if to challenge him. "Oh really? You playin' that card, huh? Alright," He stood up from the couch and walked towards them until they were only a breath away. Heart speeding they felt their facade almost breaking.

He leaned in like he was going to kiss them, waiting for their pretty eyes to close. Then he gently grabbed their chin and tilted it up so they would be looking up at him. Confused eyes gently opened to be met with a smirk and darker eyes then usual. They gasped and he took the opportunity to kiss them, just to leave them breathless. "You want to know how much I missed you?" He said when they parted. What could barely be considered a nod from them was enough for him.

"Come to bed with me, love." He said. He gave them one last look and then headed to the bedroom they shared. Once they recovered with a shake of the head they followed him as fast as their legs would take them. It was a long exhausting day, so they needed some time alone just with their partner.

He was sitting on the bed when they walked in. Eyes wandering over his body his head turned their way and proceeded to wave them over. They finally broke and just went straight to him. He pushed them back onto the bed and their mind took off. Just what was he thinking? He got on top of them and gently hovered for a second, before going in for a kiss.

"Let me show you..... Let me show you how much you mean to me." He said between kisses. They gave him their best rendition of a please with their eyes only and he let out a chuckle. "What not much talking back today, huh?" He asked, his breath fanning over their lips. They tried and failed miserably at connecting their lips to his. "Just want you today, please no games." They whined. Aaron almost lost it right then and there. This time the kiss was different. They felt a light pass of his tongue over the bottom of their lips and let him in.

They kissed and kept going and going, till they both lost track of time.

When he gently pulled away his hand wandered to their bottoms and he looked them in the eyes. After their quick nod, he worked on quickly ridding them of their clothes while whispering things like " You always look so hot" or "I can't wait to hear you" or " You look so incredibly amazing. Just like you always do" right against their ear.

By the time they were naked, it was clear as day wouldn't last long. Aaron proceeded to slide a little lower to continue pressing kisses along the side of their neck. At the first couple of times they only let out a gasp, but then he went right back to their ear whispering a quick 'Let me hear you." Then kissed right at the sweet spot behind their ear. That's when they lost all of their slightly maintained composure. They let out their first and definitely not last moan of the night. They could feel him smiling into their skin at the sound. "Please Aaron, touch me" they whispered out of breath. He took pity on them and lowered his hands towards where wanted, no needed him the most.

They let out a choked moan. He started slow, while still kissing their neck and on occasion whispering something in their ear like "You are doing so good for me" or "You sound ethereal".

At this point, they were close but not quite there yet. So between a stroke and a whisper, they moaned out "Please... Need more. More, please Aaron. Oh God" he kissed the corner of their mouth for a second before giving in. He sped up, going back to his place by their ear kissing behind it and whispering a few more praises. They felt it coming. They were gonna fall off the edge. "Aaron... Oh. Oh, good g- god. Can I- can I come?" He gently pulled on their earlobe before whispering "Go ahead love" And let go they did. They relaxed when the waves disappeared. He gently moved his hands off of them and quickly kissed their forehead before disappearing for a minute. When he came back, he was already in just a boxer to sleep in while he came back to clean them up. When he was finished, he slid beside into the bed and embraced them, and gave them another kiss.

"How are you doing?" He tried gently. Between still heavy but steadier breaths they replied "'M good. Very good. Just tired." Then they took the liberty of nuzzling their head right into their chest. After a chuckle, he let out he spoke gently and slowly "Then sleep well, Smartass".

When they woke up in the morning the other side of the bed was cold and their face now laid on a pillow. Then they saw it, a note.

Had to leave early because of a meeting. Breakfast is in the fridge and don't forget to eat lunch this time. Hopefully, I will see you earlier tonight than I did yesterday. Have a great day Smartass.

They smiled like a high schooler in love but they couldn't even bring themselves to care. Well, maybe the work will keep them up late, but so will their boyfriend.

#kinktober #aaronxsmartass #redacted aaron #redacted smartass #redacted smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 1 #Aaron x smartass #redacted aaron x smartass #redacted aaron smut #redacted aaron x smartass smut #smut

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dumplingsjinson · 4 months

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“I’ve missed you,” Character B murmurs, holding Character A closer to them, a soft noise of appreciation slipping from Character A’s mouth as they lean into Character B’s warm embrace.

“I’ve missed you...” Character B groans, hips thrusting into Character A’s as Character A lets out a soft whimper at the sensation of Character B slowly filling them up to the brim. “So fucking much, you don’t even know,” Character B breathes out, dipping their head down a little and resting their forehead against Character A’s.

“Mmm,” Character A murmurs, clenching around Character B on purpose, enjoying the soft gasp slipping out of Character B’s mouth. “I’ve missed you, too,” Character A says softly, hand wrapping around the nape of Character B’s neck. “I’ve missed this, too,” Character A says, pulling them down for a long awaited kiss.

#well-#fantasies are a bitch ???#and it also doesn’t help that I want this happening next time I see him KAKGKAKGKAKKD #i think i’m ready to be *redacted*#smut prompts #prompts #suggestive prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #writing scenarios

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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kingdom come

or: flustered by four of a kind, call that a royal flush…

gn!reader (both lovely and freelancer), contains sub lovely and dom freelancer, the spicy sexy get-together of my dreams. at last, the awesome foursome come out to play! oh, discord, i owe you so much… who would have thought that @sri-rachaa ‘s innocent little discussion about sam waiting in the DAMN car park would have turned into this? a round of applause for the inhabitants of the incubi channel, without whom - despite several attempts on my life - this would never have been possible. a BIG thank you to @haradasaya , who very generously proofread this for me, and @daveyismyloml , who valiantly attempted to, despite… challenging circumstances. oh, and a little birdie told me that @friendlyfaded and @autisticempathydaemon might want to know about this... 💕💕💕 features east asian!vincent, as he appears in 五二零, but it’s only a few nicknames so you can ignore that if you really want, i guess. lovely having a very, very good evening in just over 5000 words.

neither lovely or freelancer’s bodies are described in detail, and neither is stated to possess any particular… hardware. no degrading or gendered pet names are used, although both lovely and freelancer are referred to as ‘beautiful’, ‘pretty’, ‘sweetie’ etc.

this fic contains explicit nsfw content, and is very, very 18+. reader discretion is heavily advised. minors dni. thank you.

You don’t know what you did in a past life to deserve this, but it must have been something really, really good.

“Tease. Do you always sit with Vincent like that, or is that just for our benefit, hmm?”

“Oh, not always. Show them, lovely - you like it this way too, don’t you?”

Vincent’s hands on your waist are warm and strong as he deftly turns you to straddle him, hiking your leg over his hips as he grinds up into you. Head tipping back, your chest presses against his and your fingers twist in the collar of his shirt, lost in that delicious friction. Briefly, you mourn the loss of what was a very nice view, but you don’t have to wait long - the incubus behind you wastes no time in crawling past you on the bed, draping himself over Vincent’s back and reaching around to fiddle with his belt. The room is hot, air slow and syrupy in the darkness of the blackout curtains, and you’re very, very grateful that this room is soundproofed.

Wait, but where’s-

“Forget about me?” Freelancer’s fingers turn your chin as they smile into your shoulder, kissing slowly across your back and around to your other side. “Don’t tell me you’ve let them distract you already.”

“And what’s wrong with that, deviant?” The clink of metal, the smooth slide of leather against fabric as Gavin pulls Vincent’s belt free with a flourish, one careless hand dropping it over the side of the bed. “We make an excellent team, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Vincent nods, pulling your shirt off as he smiles not-so-innocently up at you. “We really do. You gave us a glowing review last time, didn’t you? Go on, honey. Tell Freelancer what you said.”

“Mmm…” It’s hard to think, with all the hands roaming your body, with Vincent hard and breathing heavily underneath you, but you do your best. “Very - mmm, very full…”

“You were, weren’t you?” Freelancer grabs your waist and twists you round again, pulling you down on top of them while Gavin keeps Vincent occupied - faintly, you register the sound of clothes falling off the bed and hitting the floor behind you. Their thigh presses just right between your legs as you fall, and you have no choice but to stifle your moan into their shoulder. “So beautiful. You were so good, little lovely. You want to be good for me now?”

You nod hurriedly, hiding your face in Freelancer’s shirt to hide what you’re sure is a humiliatingly needy expression. It’s kind of embarrassing, being stuck on top of their body like this, but their voice is so nice that it doesn’t really matter. Your shirt might be gone but the denim of your jeans is infuriatingly thick as you try to roll your hips, whining quietly at the loss of friction.

Quickly, your moans turn into a sharp gasp as Freelancer slips one hand between your bodies, wrenching the button of your jeans open and dipping inside to stroke over the thin fabric of your underwear. Their other arm holds you close, forearm locked around your waist as you writhe at the delicious pressure of their fingers, and the appreciative sigh somewhere at the other end of the bed tells you that the view must be pretty good from where the others are standing. Sitting? You can’t tell. Feels good. Freelancer laughs quietly, though not unkindly, at your eagerness - with your eyes shut tight against their collarbone, you feel it more than hear it.

Fortunately, the others take pity on you - a noticeably-undressed Gavin scoops you out of Freelancer’s arms to hold you, back against his chest, while they scramble out of the way to take their clothes off. Vincent takes it upon himself to rid you of your remaining clothes as well, pressing kisses down the line of your legs as your jeans and underwear join the growing pile of fabric by the side of the bed.

“Now, what do we have here?” Gavin purrs against your ear, palms sliding slowly over your chest, dipping down to the crease where your hip meets your thigh before trailing back up, bright pink nails catching just slightly over sensitive skin. “If I remember correctly…”

You gasp as his lips find the side of your neck, the gentlest brush of teeth and tongue electric over your pulse as his fingers find their mark. Laughing softly, he nudges your legs just a little wider apart - they’re not spread out across his just yet, but the memory of what happens when they are makes you shiver in anticipation.

“Make a bet with me?” Vincent clearly remembers as well, lying down and propping himself up in front of you with a cheeky grin. “Twenty bucks says I can make you finish fastest, little one. I have a lot of practice, after all.” He winks at Gavin, smirking over your shoulder, and you know immediately that you’re going to be here a while.

“Oh, is that what you think? You’ll have some stiff competi- ah! Okay, oka- I’m stopping!” Wow, you really need to start paying attention to what Freelancer’s doing. The angle makes it a bit difficult to see, but if you crane your neck you can see exactly how they’ve shut Gavin up. Their hands in his hair, from where they’re kneeling up behind him, don’t seem to have entirely had the intended effect, if the way he’s looking up at them (and the hardness pressed against your lower back) is any indication, but none of you mind at all.

“You’re on. How does that sound, pretty thing?” Their voice is dark, all wicked promise and teasing bite, and it’s the best thing you’ve heard in ages. “One for each of us. I think you can manage that, can’t you?”

You must nod, or maybe Freelancer’s a better telepath than they let on - wordlessly, they take Gavin’s place as he swoops down to leave one last kiss on the top of your shoulder, sliding you down the front of their body until your head is cradled against their stomach. From here, one hand gently cups your jaw to keep you looking up at them, while the other traces slow loops across your chest. The sensation makes you shiver slightly, warm fingers skating across sensitive skin, but it’s not unpleasant. In fact, it’s almost enough to distract you from-

“Wait, wait. Not so fast.”

“What?” You can’t see him, but you can feel Vincent lying between your legs, the comforting weight of him pressing down the mattress beneath you both as he shifts impatiently. You don’t need to see him - you know exactly the disappointed pout he’s giving Freelancer from where his head is resting on your thigh. “What is it?”

They don’t reply to him, looking mischievously down at you instead. God, their eyes are so pretty. “You know, I think Vincent’s right. He does get a lot more practice with you, doesn’t he?”

“...Yeah?” You’re not really sure where they’re going with this, but Gavin’s low laughter from where he’s lying by Vincent’s side makes you want to play along. “Yeah, he does.”

It’s the right answer, and Freelancer’s answering grin makes your mind feel all nice and fizzy. “Exactly. I think our Vincent deserves a bit of a handicap, just to make it fair. Don’t you agree?”

“Scared you’ll lose, deviant? Fair enough. What exactly did you have in mind?” They let go of your face for a moment, and you look down your body to see Vincent, eyebrow cocked and looking thoroughly amused.

Freelancer looks pointedly at Gavin, and your skin feels cold as he lifts Vincent’s hand off your thigh and licks his fingers into his mouth. “I said. A handicap.”

You’re… To be perfectly honest, you’re not sure if they lose or gain points for the pun, but you’re too distracted by the sight of Gavin with Vincent’s hand halfway down his throat, spit-slick lips around elegant fingers, hot pink nails clasped around Vincent’s wrist. The sounds he’s making are obscene, and you can’t help but squirm slightly in Freelancer’s lap as you wait for them to be done.

The two of them don’t take long, Gavin’s eyes going a little hazy as Vincent slowly drags his fingers out of his mouth, leaning over to kiss him deeply before turning his attention back to you. It takes a few seconds of slightly awkward repositioning, but before long they’ve sorted themselves out - Gavin’s stretched out against your side, lazy and relaxed, while Vincent’s propped up in front of you, one arm supporting your hips while his other - his, his, uh - haahh, his other - mmm…

His other hand dips down, further, right where he knows you want him - quick, even strokes and confident caresses, slim fingers pressing inside until your back bows and your hips twist in a half-formed plea for more, more, more. Freelancer’s hand finds its way under your chin once again, tilting your gaze upwards and making you blink heavily a few times before you can focus on their face.

“Look at you, darling. Tip your hips up a little - there you are.” Their voice is so nice. Vincent curls his fingers slightly inside you, the angle ever so slightly different, and oh - wait, wait, just - right there! “That’s better, isn’t it? You can tell me, sweet thing, it’s alright. It feels good, doesn’t it? Oh, those fingers are good for more than just the piano, aren’t they…”

Words are too much right now - you whine and nod desperately as their hand returns to your breathless chest, nails dragging lightly over aching nipples. The position is a little clumsy, but Gavin nestles himself against your other side to keep trailing kisses over your neck, and the shiver that races down your spine as he blows cool air teasingly over the skin is just the right side of too much. Between Freelancer’s soft words above you, Gavin’s lazy kisses, and Vincent working you open, it takes an embarrassingly short time to bring you almost to the edge.

“That’s it, lovely…” Maybe he can hear it in your voice, or maybe it’s the way your hands are frantically clawing at the sheets, but Vincent always knows how to take care of you. “So good, aren’t you? So good, always so precious… Let go for me, sweetness, let go, just like that…” You still can’t see him, but the smirk in his words is undeniable - inside you, his fingers twist, deeper and deeper, catching against that soft spot that makes you see stars, and, and-

The world spins white, and for a long moment you’re floating in Freelancer’s arms, letting the wave wash over you, bathing in the calm rhythm of Vincent’s voice. Everything feels warm and happy in your helium mind, and Freelancer lets you relax against their chest while Gavin rubs soothing circles over your hip. They all take such good care of you. It’s nice. You want to say thank you, but your mouth won’t yet form the words, so you settle for a low, contented hum.

Weakly, you smile down at Vincent, one hand lazily carding through his hair as he lays his head against your thigh. He gives you a cute little wave, hands still faintly shiny in the dim light, and - wait, how did you not notice that? - you can see the dark, sticky ring of Gavin’s lipgloss wrapped around his fingers, barely staining the top of his palm. Noticing your gaze, he pops his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean, eyes closed and sighing happily at the taste. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Feeling good, lovely?” You nod, reluctantly letting him untangle himself from your legs, although he makes up for it by leaning up and kissing you softly. “Sure you’re alright to have some more? We can call it a night here if you like.”

“Mmm…” As nice as it would be to just fall asleep like this, you’ve been promised more than just one orgasm tonight, and it would really be a shame to pass up the chance to play with Gavin and Freelancer for a little longer. “No, I wanna keep going.”

“Are you sure, honey? We don’t mind either way,” Gavin’s expression is kind but serious, and when you look up at Freelancer, they’re much the same. “It’s up to you, same as always.”

“I’m sure,” you tell them both, pushing yourself up to sit just in front of Freelancer, reaching over to give Gavin a reassuring hug. His arms feel good around you, safe and steady, and you can’t help but smile when he leans the side of his head against yours. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop, promise.”

He meets your eyes, a familiar smirk spreading across his face before he tilts his head and motions to Freelancer, still sitting behind you with their hands draped over your waist. They laugh, nudging you gently out of the way as they crawl past you.

“My turn, love? Nice of you to let me go before you.” They blow Gavin a kiss, and if you weren’t looking closely, you might have missed his little smile as he catches it out of the air and presses it over his heart. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to win.”

Vincent, coming around your other side, a stray pillow in his arms. “Please. You really think you can beat me?”

“Oh, I know we can. Can’t we, lovely?” A cheeky wink, fast as lightning, tossed over their shoulder as they swing their legs over the side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you. “Over here, sweetness.”

“Prove it, then. Put your money where your mouth is, deviant, and then we’ll see.” Gavin takes up Freelancer’s earlier position behind you once you’re nice and comfortable on the edge of the mattress - you jump slightly as two quick fingers swoop down to brush between your legs, and he giggles as he brings them up to his mouth to taste. “Mmm, as good as I remember.”

“‘Prove it’? With pleasure, love.” The look in their eyes is positively wicked, and Gavin pulls them in for a harsh kiss as Vincent hops down to join them, slipping the pillow under their knees before they settle in front of you with a slow smile. “I think I like the look of right here…”

Their tongue is deliciously warm, one long, eager lick all the way up before they dive right in, teasing and swallowing and sucking until you can’t look, throwing your head mindlessly back against Gavin’s shoulder. His hold is comfortably tight as you buck and tremble against Freelancer’s face, grinding himself against your lower back, murmuring gently in your ear as if to soothe your struggling, although you both know that his words are anything but calming.

“Put your legs over their shoulders, sweetie, that’s it. You can - yeah, there you go. They won’t break, it’s okay…” Freelancer looks up at you as Gavin helps you adjust your legs, and just the sight of them is enough to make you whine - their lips and chin all shiny and slick, pupils blown wide, meeting your gaze as they twirl their tongue just - nng! - just right. Vincent, leisurely perched on the floor next to them, watches you too as his hands trace down their sides, and their moan as his fingers dip between their legs ripples through your body like a wave breaking.

They tap Gavin’s ankle twice with their free hand, and you know exactly what that means - he reaches around you to tenderly pull them closer, closer, his hand around the back of their head. The angle is obscenely good, that sticky, filthy kiss - you’re completely lost in the thick, indulgent haze of pleasure, rocking shamelessly against them and scrabbling at the sheets every time Vincent makes them gasp against your heated skin.

“Mm, I think you’re close, pretty thing…” Somehow, the room feels even hotter than before. Behind you, Gavin sighs headily as you roll your hips and his cock presses against your back, one hand pulling Freelancer impossibly closer to you, his voice like honey in your ear as your breath gets shorter and shorter.

“That’s it, little lovely. Oh, you’re going to make a mess, aren’t you? Gonna get Freelancer’s pretty face all messy?” It’s so much. Their tongue, their fingers, their breathless little moans. More, more, please. “Mm, you are good - you know how much they like it sloppy. Feel that? Yeah? Oh, I bet you do. Show them, there you go.” He turns your face to kiss you, hard and deep, and you can’t help it, please, please-!

“Show my deviant how much you like their mouth on you.”

And you do - crying out, your hands fly to their shoulders, shuddering through your orgasm while they work you through it, bowing forward over them and gasping for air as electricity licks up your spine and pools under your skin. Vincent cups your jaw, thumb stroking softly across your cheek, and you lean into his touch with a dazed smile and a broken moan.

Freelancer gives you one last little kiss, sweet and sensual, pulling away before they can push you too far into overstimulation. They sit back to admire their handiwork and grin widely, all teeth, licking their lips approvingly.

“Did I win?” A mischievous wink, that has Vincent groaning in faux-disappointment and Gavin choking out a laugh, warm palms running up and down your arms.

“Oh, deviant. I really have taught you well, haven’t I?”

Freelancer opens their mouth to respond, but Vincent beats them to it, pushing himself up off the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you and Gavin. “Still with us, hmm?”

“Mm-hmm,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in him, listening to the others sorting themselves out around you. “Thirsty.”

“Thirsty, okay. Blood or water, baby?”

“Water,” you mumble, and there’s a dull thump as Gavin’s hydro flask lands on the bed next to you. Vincent flicks the straw top up as he passes it to you, supporting the bottom of the metal bottle as you sip. “Mm, thank you.”

“Still good to keep going? Or shall we call it a day?” Wonderful, beautiful, angel Vincent - always so kind, always so good to you. “It’s up to you, tianxin. How are we feeling?”

You take a minute to think about it, watching Gavin sit back against Vincent’s other side and beckon Freelancer over for cuddles, laying them against his chest and resting his chin on top of their head. Neither of them speak, but the soft sounds and occasional giggles coming from their general direction probably mean that Gavin’s speaking to them telepathically - if you squint, you can just about see the faint disturbance in the air where his horns should be, the cloaking magic relaxing slightly as he concentrates on their silent conversation. Your hand slips past Vincent’s waist to hold Freelancer’s, threading your fingers with theirs, and they give you a gentle, easy smile.

“I’m good,” you decide, squirming a bit in Vincent’s hold as you stretch out some of the built-up tension in your back, your shoulders, your legs - you definitely enjoyed building that tension, but it’s nice to chase out the pleasant ache in your calves as you experimentally flex and point your feet. “Still want one more, I think.” Gavin turns his head to peek over Vincent’s shoulder at you, and you give him a lazy little wave with your free hand. “I was promised one from each of you, you know.”

“Sure? You know it’s okay to say no, honey.”

“Yeah, I know,” You tip your head to the side and kiss along his jaw, soaking up the way he melts a little more each time your lips meet his skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too, xingan.” He gives in to your touch, tipping your chin up to kiss you properly before nudging Gavin lightly in the side, kissing his temple as the incubus leans over to you. “Take good care of my lovely, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, Vincent, darling,” The words are innocent, but the look on his face is anything but. “I always do. Don’t I, precious?” The last bit is directed at you, and you nod enthusiastically as he lays you out on the bed next to where Freelancer is sitting cross-legged. “We have fun together all the time.”

He taps your cheek softly with one hand and you eagerly open your mouth, eyes closing dreamily as you close your lips around graceful fingers, hot pink nail polish smooth against your tongue. Alas, he takes them back far too soon, but you don’t have time to mourn the loss for long - Freelancer slowly guides your legs apart to let Gavin press his fingers inside you, making sure you’re nice and stretched out for him. His pace is slow, and you relax into the sensation, knowing that you’ll need it.

Vincent, for his part, shifts up to sit by the headboard, propping your head and shoulders up against his hip and idly resting one hand across your chest, comforting contact over your heart. Freelancer gives him a questioning look, pointedly glancing down to where he’s still hard, but he shakes his head. “I can take care of it, sweetness. I’d rather - haahh - I’d rather watch.” He hisses as his hand wraps around his cock, smearing precum across the sensitive skin, and you feel him shake slightly underneath you, arching into the slick friction. “Give me something nice to look at?”

Gavin, now knuckle-deep inside you, pouts up at him in mock-offense. “Rude. Are we not a nice enough sight?” He curls his fingers slightly, just a little more pressure, and the rush of heat makes your hands fly up to cling to Vincent’s body behind you. “Guess we’ll have to try a little harder, won’t we, precious?”

You’re not really listening, eyes locked on Freelancer as their head tips back with a pleased groan, leaning back on one arm as the other hand dances down their body, finally slipping between their legs just as they wink at you. “Gavin asked you a question, sweetheart. You going to - mmm - to try nice and hard for us?”

“Hmm? Yeah, yeah…” Anything, just please get on with it. You’re so empty. “Want it harder, please…”

It’s the right answer - at last, Gavin decides you’re prepped enough and spreads your legs a little wider, crawling up your body as he lines himself up. “Think you’re ready? I think you might be,” he purrs, brushing his lips against yours in a not-quite kiss. “You’re practically drooling, darling, and I haven’t even started yet.”

It’s torture, feeling the head of his cock pressing against you but not quite pushing inside, and in your frustration you can’t help but whine desperately, begging for the pleasure you know he can give you. The sound makes Freelancer shudder, fingers working faster, and Vincent gathers your wrists in his free hand at Gavin’s cue, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” A proper kiss this time, Gavin’s tongue brushing slowly over your fangs as he swallows your needy whimpers. “Breathe, little lovely, and take it all for me.”

His cock finally pushes into you, heavy and thick and dripping, and you can see Vincent’s affectionate little smile above you as your eyes go wide, before Gavin rocks his hips to press the last few inches inside and they slam closed with a silent gasp. He gives you a minute to adjust, but you don’t really need all of it - before long, you’re pleading frantically, half-formed words encouraging him to fuck you properly.

“Ahh - honey, you - ohh…” His pace is fast and just the right side of rough, that perfect friction, that wonderful fullness that he knows you need. It’s hard to focus on anything but him, hot and breathless above you, moaning into your mouth as your kisses turn sloppy and the heat low in your stomach builds and builds. “So - so good…”

“...Freelancer?” Next to you, Freelancer’s cry catches in their chest, and you can tell that they’re almost there. Vincent’s still holding your wrists above your head so you can’t really touch them, sweet nothings that you don’t really hear falling out of his mouth, but they seem to register your voice, blinking heavy eyelids open as they try to meet your gaze. “Please, I - yesyesyes - please, wanna see you- haahh-” Their breathing is sharp and short, just a little more and they’ll give in. “Freelancer, want it, I need - please, please, wanna watch you cum, wanna see-!”

They don’t scream, but it’s close - they arch forwards, keening as they finally snap, and Gavin’s pace stutters as the feeling of their orgasm washes over him, horns flickering into existence for just a second over your head as he loses concentration. The sight of them is almost too much, slumped down on the bed, panting and sweaty and giddy with release, and you hear Vincent swear through his teeth behind you as they give one slightly-shaky hand to Gavin, letting him lick their fingers clean before gently flicking the hair out of his face. It’s achingly sweet, even as he fucks you deeper and deeper into the mattress, even as Freelancer ducks their head behind you where you can’t see and you hear the unmistakable sound of them swallowing around Vincent’s cock-

“You - ahh!” He stumbles over the words, slim fingers flexing against your skin as Freelancer buries their face in his lap, moaning around his cock, and his mindless babble gradually focuses in your mind as you start to reach fever pitch. “Lovely, you look - nng, please! - oh, fuck, lovely-!” He lets go of one of your hands, letting you slide it downwards to play with yourself as Gavin spreads your legs even wider, reaching impossibly, wonderfully deeper inside you.

“It’s - hahh - you like it, don’t you?” Your head is spinning, giddy with sensation and desire and heat, and all you can give Vincent is a fucked-out whine in reply. “Yeah? Is that it, lovely? It is, isn’t it - I think you like it when Gavin fucks you like this, don’t you?” He asks and you can’t reply, but you do, you do, you do. “When he holds your legs nice and wide, stretching you out, filling you up… Look down, honey, there it is - feel that? Feel how full he makes you feel?”

It’s nearly enough to have you sobbing - Vincent’s heady, heavy words swimming through your dazed mind, Gavin’s broken gasps above you, warmth and weight and moremoremore until you’re nothing but a writhing, pleading mess, needing them, needing this.

“You’ve done so well, xingan, so good, so good, all for us,” he chokes, voice cracking beautifully as you hear Freelancer get faster, and you know he won’t last much longer. “My lovely, my - nng! - my sweet little lovely, honey, please - let him, show me, show me, let him make you feel good, that’s it - fuck! Cum for him, cum for me, let me see it, let me see my lovely, that’s it - baby, please-!”

You can’t tell for sure, but this time, you think you might actually scream - the pleasure swallows you whole, white-hot and wanting, and your free arm shoots up to wrap around Gavin’s back and pull him flush against you, inescapable. He’s heart-stoppingly beautiful above you, eyes screwed shut and mouth dropping open with a curse and a loud cry. Vaguely, you feel him tremble through his own orgasm, pleasant warmth spreading inside you, and the pair of you lie draped over Vincent’s side in an exhausted heap, listening to his low hiss as his cum fills Freelancer’s mouth.

At last, the room is finally still. The four of you stay there for a little while, catching your breath, and although it’s still hot, it’s not entirely unpleasant. Vincent hasn’t let go of your wrist, thumb idly running back and forth over your pulse, and you’re more than happy to just flop against him, totally blissed-out and utterly content.

Eventually, Gavin breaks the silence, huffing under his breath as he lifts his head and beckons Freelancer closer to him. “Messy thing,” he laughs quietly, tenderly brushing away some of the stickiness around their lips and kissing away the rest. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to play with your food?”

“You certainly didn’t,” they retort in faux-offence, although the gentle look in their eyes, marshmallow-soft and gooey, betrays them. “In fact, I think you said you’d…”

“Lovely?” Vincent’s hand on your shoulder distracts you from Gavin and Freelancer’s playful teasing, and you soften into his touch as he shifts beneath you, letting him pull you up so you’re properly lying on his chest. “There you are. How are you feeling, tianxin?”

“Really, really good,” you sigh airily, squishing your face against his warm skin and enjoying the quiet thump of his heartbeat. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, baby,” he says, mumbling into your temple as he kisses your forehead. “I’m just glad you had fun. You did so well, and I’m so, so proud of you.” Your heart flutters at the affection in his words, and if you thought you could move your legs, you’d tackle him backwards and wrap him up in a great big hug - as it is, you settle for a pleased hum of acknowledgement and a soft kiss on his collarbone. There’ll be time for cuddles in a minute.

It’s quiet again, comfortable silence in the dim light, and in that long moment you know you were definitely right earlier. You must have been a saint in a past life to deserve all this.

(Well, it’s sort of quiet.)

“So,” Gavin starts, beaming widely and not-at-all innocently, throwing you a quick wink as a graceful hand neatly brushes his hair out of his face. You can’t help but smile back, watching Freelancer roll their eyes fondly and feeling more than hearing Vincent’s quiet snickering under your head. “Same time next week, then?”

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