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basketonthedoorstepofthefbi · 11 days

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Big Hands (Spencer Reid x Fem!PlusSize!Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!PlusSize!Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Spencer, are getting ready for a night out, when your insecurities start to get the best of you.

Word Count: 1531 -- it's just a lil guy

Warnings: Body insecurities, maybe a little bit of a big-girl-soapbox

A/N: I definitely wrote this very quickly this afternoon because I literally just felt like it. This is just a short lil one for the big gals who just want someone to notice them.

Anyway hope you enjoy! Thank you all who have commented/reblogged/liked my last fic!!

Your jeans hugged your curvy hips as you tugged them up to your belly button, covering the bottom, larger part of your stomach. You were tall, for a woman, but not taller than Spencer. He was, what, 6’1”? You stood around 5’9”, so he still towered over you, still had to look down at you when he spoke, still had to crane his neck to whisper in your ear.

You were wearing a flowy, sage green blouse. Why were clothes so hard to find for a larger girl? It was all cold-shoulders and obnoxious patterns. You just wanted something that flattered your body type and made you feel sexy. Apparently that was just a ridiculous request. This blouse was cute, but modest, with a ruched, fluted bunching of the fabric in the middle. The collar was low-cut to accent your breasts, but the sleeves were long, which was annoying. You were going dancing tonight with your boyfriend and his coworkers. You didn’t want to show off all of your body, by any means, but you wanted to look hot. Who could blame you? And it was also going to get hot, temperature-wise. Long sleeves just didn’t feel like the most pragmatic choice.

Sometimes you just gave up and went with the best option. And this blouse, that made you feel like you were going to a casual church event, not to a bar, was, unfortunately, the best option.

You inhaled sharply and shrugged your shoulders as you looked in the full-length mirror hooked on the back of the closet door. Your hair looked really cute - the two biggest pieces on either side in the front were braided and dangled in front of you, effectively bringing your hair out of your eyes but also provided something to give your hair a little pizzazz. Your makeup looked great - a simple, subtle smokey eye and glossy lips. Your black boots looked good, peeking out from your wide-legged jeans, which hugged your hips and, honestly, made your butt look really good.

It was just this stupid shirt. And maybe you were getting too much in your head about it. But you were transfixed on it, hating the way the sleeves bunched up a little, how the bottom half flowed beneath the ruched fabric, effectively covering your stomach, meeting your jeans and the top of your thighs. The color was too muted for a going-out top - you wished you could wear something more exciting.

You sometimes wished you looked like Emily or JJ, or had the self-confidence to rock loud looks like Penelope did. But then you remembered that you were who you were for a reason. You looked like you simply because that was what you looked like. And there was no point in wishing you looked like someone else.

Plus, Spencer was really into your body. He was nearly always staring at your breasts when you were in private, sometimes to the point where you had to snap your fingers in front of his eyes to garner his attention.

It was flattering. You didn’t mind it if your boyfriend objectified you a little bit. He was respectful about it.

“Y/N, are you about ready?” Spencer walked into your bedroom as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes met Spencer’s and you saw his neutral expression turn into a full-fledged grin, biting his tongue and all. “You look really nice,” he said, and you shook your head.

“I look like a chaperone at a middle school dance,” you frowned, tugging at the fabric of your blouse in some illogical attempt to make it look different.

“What?” Spencer stood behind you in the mirror. His chin basically met the top of your head, like too puzzle pieces. One hand rested on your hip, while the other slowly brushed your hair to one side so he could press a kiss to your neck. “I think you look great,” he added.

You immediately felt tingly and your knees wobbled at the action. “But I’m not dressing for you,” you said, your voice instinctively dropping as Spencer’s lips trailed down your neck. You were having trouble concentrating on what you were trying to say. “I’m dressing for me, and I want to look cute. I can’t believe you’re even going tonight. You don’t dance, Spencer,” you pointed out, your self-control somehow beating out your desire for Spencer in the moment. You broke away from him and turned around to face him.

“You do look cute, Y/N. I don’t understand what the issue is?” Spencer’s head cocked to the side as he looked down at you. “Also, I’m going out tonight because you want to. And I’m trying to keep an open mind. I might enjoy it.”

You were proud of him. When you started dating about six months ago, he would have simply politely declined an invitation to a night out. And while you didn’t love going out every night, or even every weekend, for that matter, you did enjoy a night out occasionally.

Regardless, he still didn’t quite understand what you were feeling about that damn shirt. “The issue,” you began, heaving a sigh, “is that I’m insecure about my body. Like any woman. You don’t get it, because you’re a man, and you literally have nothing to be insecure about.”

You knew the words were incorrect the moment you said them, but something kept you from backpedaling. You watched as Spencer shook his head, letting a small laugh escape him. “You could not be further from the truth,” Spencer pointed out, and you knew he was right. Men had plenty to be insecure about, and it was, in some ways, even more difficult for men to express those feelings.

“Well, I think you’re perfect,” You let a small, playful smile creep onto your face, and Spencer rolled his eyes as you used his own tactic from earlier. He stepped towards you and his hands found your waist, contouring to match your curves. He knew them so well now, he could probably draw a map of your body with his eyes closed.

“I appreciate that,” Spencer said, his voice a little softer as your eyes met his. His head dipped down, and you thought, certainly, that he was going to kiss you, but instead, his lips stopped just barely by your ears. You could feel his breath on your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine as he spoke. “You might be insecure, Y/N, but I am, too. You’re just human.”

“What are you insecure about?” You found yourself asking, pulling your head back to look at him properly. Now you were curious.

“My hands, mostly,” Spencer removed his hands from your waist, holding them palm-up, as if to present them to you for the first time.

“What’s wrong with your hands?” You asked, placing your palms atop his.

“They’re really big,” Spencer said timidly, and, admittedly, they were. But just by comparison. Your hands fit into his with plenty of extra space. You used your index fingers to trace his palms.

“They’re not too big,” you told him, and Spencer just smiled down at you, shaking his head, like he was just humoring you. “I love your hands,” you continued. “I love that you can put your palm over an entire half of my face,” you said, guiding his palm to your cheek and grinning when his skin touched yours. Spencer’s thumb brushed your cheekbone.

“And I love your body,” Spencer replied, and you just pursed your lips and shook your head. “No, Y/N, listen to me.”

You let out a frustrated little exhale through your nose and let him continue.

“I love the way you look. But I wouldn’t care if you were any bigger or any smaller. Because I love you. I’m attracted to you, to your mind, to your sense of compassion, and to your body. I love the way your hips fill out your jeans, how your stomach looks in your yoga pants,” he said. “I love the way you wiggle your toes when we’re watching something funny on TV, how you do a little shimmy in your seat when you’re eating something you really enjoy,” he explained, mimicking the movement. You looped your arms around his neck. “But mostly, I’m in love with your personality. How you challenge me, how you seem to bring out the best version of myself.”

You let out a wistful sigh. If this were a Jane Austen novel, you would have swooned. But instead, you used your grip around his neck to bring his face down to yours and kiss him. It was slow at first, then a little more intense, and when you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his.

“You ready to go now?” Spencer asked, and when your eyes opened, you saw that he was smiling down at you.

You shook your head, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Not yet,” you said, your hands sliding down his arms until your palms met his. You tugged him in the direction of your bed. “I want to show you how much I love these big hands.”

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venuslut · 3 months

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FANTASIZING ABOUT making out with yuuta okkotsu ♡︎.

It was bound to happen. It’s a known fact that you’re obsessed with your boyfriend and can’t go a few minutes without touching or kissing him. Like now, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie comfortably in the living room. A cheesy romantic comedy featuring a couple of Hollywood pretty boys and equally attractive women, with a bowl of popcorn loaded with butter and salt on the coffee table in front of the couch.

The movie was great, however; you and yuuta did not last long before getting in a heated makeout session that consumed all your attention. All initiated by you of course. You had started by shifting your position to lean your front more towards his side, still sitting next to him. Licking your lips as they form into a mischievous smile. Yuuta could tell the exact moment you lost interest in the movie and turned your attention to him. He stayed levelheaded, trying to maintain his own focus but it was hard when your hand moved from his hand to rest on top of his thigh. He knew what you were doing and he didn’t even have to look at you to see the look of lust in your eyes. If he did, he knew he’d fold immediately and he really wanted to watch this movie. But when you leaned closer and started to kiss along his jaw and neck, all concentration was lost.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on Yuuta’s lap and straddling his waist, your ass perfectly aligned on his cock and your hair shielding you both from the world. His hands moved to grip your hips firmly, his touch eager and desperate. You didn’t waste any time in locking your lips to his, claiming them in a passionate kiss. Taking charge, your tongue teased the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Yuuta kissed back, matching your fervent pace and opening his mouth to let you in. Moaning when you grinded against his growing erection, reveling in the friction between your bodies, the heat and wetness building with each movement.

Your tongue eagerly glides against his, your lips beginning to become swollen and hotter after every kiss. As you passionately kissed him, Yuuta's hand drifted up, tangling in your hair. He pulled your hair gently, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer against him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your curves fit perfectly against him, and it only fueled his desire further. Then, His hand roamed down your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress and gripping your ass possessively, making you gasp and ruching your dress up in the process. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, relishing in the way it fit perfectly in his large hand. He pressed you harder against him, his need for friction and you overpowering any desire to watch the movie. Surprisingly, or maybe not considering it was you, but you weren’t wearing any underwear under your dress, wanting to fully embody the statement ‘easy access’. It was like you were planning for this to happen and the thought made Yuuta’s cock throb in his pant. And you kept grinding against his bulge, enjoying the friction and delightful nudge of your clit.

Your lips danced together, your tongue plundering his mouth. When you pulled away, you opened your own mouth to extend your long tongue. Leaning forward to bring your tongues together before slipping into a sloppy kiss, your tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Then momentarily parting to repeat the cycle of licking your tongues in an erotic fashion. It was messy and heated, drool trickling down your chins. As your tongues entwined in a passionate dance within your mouths, your senses were overwhelmed with the taste of him, a heady mix of your combined saliva. The sensation of his warm, velvety appendage sliding against your own had you leaning forward to deepen the kiss more, your stomach tightened with desire.

A moan escaped your lips as your hips ground against his, muffled by the fervent connection you shared. The slick sounds of your tongues exploring each other only served to fuel the fire burning within you both, intensifying the raw and primal yearning that had taken hold. Your lips finally broke apart, leaving a trail of glistening saliva connecting you as you both gasped for breath. Yuuta's lips trailed a path down your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He found your pulse point, his teeth grazing against it as he left a mark, a reminder of this encounter. Continuing his journey, he resumed placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of saliva and suck marks in his wake.

"Mmm...you taste so goddamn good," he groaned against your skin before biting down, again, lightly on your collarbone, eliciting a soft yelp from you that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He moved lower, trailing kisses down your cleavage and over your exposed chest. One of his hands ventured higher from your ass, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. Your hands slide down from his face to grip at his shoulders, your face is red and you pant, whimpering while he kisses your neck. You tilt your head up and to the side to give him more access to your neck. “Okko…” you mumbled. “You’re so soft,” he whispered into your skin, licking from your collarbone up the base of your throat.

Yuuta looks so cute when you get a good look at him, his face flushed red and his eyes glazed over with need. You may be the needy one but he’s always sure to deliver, and you loved pushing him past his limits to drop the ‘shy boy’ act and properly handle you. "You know I can't resist you when you look like this," he growled, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. His patience has grown thin and the desire to stuff his cock inside you has grown unbearable, and he needs to have you now. Yuuta stood up swiftly, lifting you effortlessly off the couch and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“You’re so needy, baby. That desperate for my cock? You know I can never deny you…”

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thekims4 · 5 months

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Daily Lookbook #66

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3, 4 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

Long Coat @by2ol

V-Neck Sweater & Shirt @gorillax3-cc

Cardigan & Tank Top @sudal-sims

Stacie Top @plumbobsnfries

FW 2021 Urban Mood Set 4 (Top) @seoulsoul-sims

Open Long Coat @lazyeyelids

Clothing - Bottom

Kayla Belted Skirt @backtrack-cc

Split Mini Skirt by Elliesimple

Ruched Front Pants @babyetears

Denim Slit Long Skirt @sunberry-sims4

Bell-Bottom Jeans @eunosims

Retro Mini Skirt @babyetears

Acc

Airpods Max @miro-sims

Deep Blue Sunglasses @luminescent-cc

Valentino Oval Acetate Frame with VLogo Signature @bradfordsims

Valentino VLogo Cat-Eye Acetate Frame @bradfordsims

Valentino VLogo Signature Squared Acetate Frame @bradfordsims

Chalet Necklace @christopher067

Countdown Necklace @pralinesims

Croll Necklace @enriques4

Intimate Necklace @christopher067

Marcela Necklace @serenity-cc

Akira Watch @caio-cc

Clarity Rings @mlsim

Motive Rings @christopher067

Brigadeiro Nails @candysims4

Nike Baguette Bag @dorificsims

Prada Re-Edition 2000 Mini Bag @bradfordsims

Classic Tights @magic-bot

Shoes

Basic Leather High Boots @seoulsoul-sims

Leather Boots 633 @shakeproductions

Norae Loafer @mmsims

Nuvem Sandal @diggoverse

Pose

@helgatisha Hongzo @katverse @loulicorn @ratboysims @roselipaofficial

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luveline · 6 months

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if you’re open to it, could you complete the trio and write smth abt james seeing reader’s scars for the first time, too? ty x

ty for requesting ♡ fem

cw past self-harm [no graphic imagery]

It should surprise James as someone who's never thought about hurting himself, but he has two very important best friends, of which he'd do anything for, who aren't of the same disposition. So when he notices the pale skin of your scars where they criss-cross your chest, your stomach, your thighs, he's almost ready for it.

You attract sad souls, Sirius had said once, mostly joking.

But James doesn't think that's true. He just thinks there are more people who needed love and didn't get it than first appears.

You sit up in your sun lounger. James pretends not to notice when you see him, smiling to himself as you grab your cover up.

"The sun doesn't feel real, right?" you ask, sitting next to him on the picnic bench. "Late September heatwave. What will global warming think of next?"

"It's miserable," he says agreeably, though he loves the heat. "That's nice."

"This?" you ask, waving at your cover up. It's ruched fabric made to drape at your hips, almost like a skirt.

"Yeah, that. You look really pretty."

"Thanks, James." Your smile is all kinds of dazzling. "Nice of Sirius to host a party, huh? Now we can make the most of the sunshine. Did he put you in charge of food again?"

He nods to the spread in clingfilm behind you both. It's safe in the shade, the sun kissing to your knees and not much further. "Doesn't he always?"

"It's good for me. I like your samosas."

"Which ones? The kheema ones?" He nudges you amicably. "You have good taste. I made a bunch of sliders too, cucumber sandwiches. Don't limit yourself."

You stay by his side and eventually peel back the clingfilm on one of the plates, stealing quarter sandwiches with one of your legs pulled up on the bench. Your bikini is little and your coverup slips to one side down your leg, scars plainly on show. He has no intention of bringing it up, until you notice what's happened and flinch. He can't hide that he's seen fast enough, horrified when you fluster, you waver, your eyes pinched with humiliation. "Sorry," you say, laughing awkwardly. "I'm flashing you. Sorry."

He casts a glance around the back garden. Most of your friends squeeze into the lazy spa sweating themselves to death in the sun, and the remainder drink cold drinks by the stereo. No one's watching you but him.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he says.

"I just didn't want you to see."

"Me?" he asks, startled.

"I mean. Not like that. Not not like that." You tear the crusts off of your sandwich and put them on the plate like you're looking for something to do. "Not like anything." You smile at him a raw shade off of happy.

"Shortcake, it doesn't bother me one bit. You think I care about that?" He ducks his head. "You're you. All of this," —he makes a small gesture at your front— "is you. I want to see all of it. You don't have anything you need to hide."

"All of it?" you ask strangely.

He doesn't get what you're saying but then he does, suddenly, blood rushing to his face and his ears hot as a flame. What a weird thing to say, he stresses to himself. You stupid man. "I'm not a pervert," he says.

You gawp. He gets hotter, if possible, scratching his hair back from his eyes.

"I mean, you're beautiful," he says, "anyone would be lucky to see it all. Oh my god."

You put your ruined sandwich on the edge of the plate and fix the clingfilm as he dies of shame. He's thinking well, courting you was fun while it lasted, all those bad jokes and better hugs, he loved every minute of your attention.

You laugh. "Most of the time I don't care about them," you confess, and he's so happy to hear your voice rolling over his embarrassment he could run a lap, "they're old. Can't do anything about them. But I didn't want you to think I was some sort of freak."

"Is that what you think you are?"

"No, of course not… Silly for doing something like that."

"I don't think it was silly. We do what we can, right?" He eases his arm around your shoulders in a hug, his hand eager to rub at the top of your arm. "I don't think you're some sort of freak, you're my type of freak."

"You really don't care?"

"I care," he says gently, touching the tip of his nose to your cheek before giving you a more friendly amount of space. "A lot. Especially about you, okay? But I don't care about them unless you do. I like you, yeah?"

"I like you too," you say.

"Wanna prove it?"

James asks you to make him a plate of things to graze on while he finds you both a drink. It's not his most romantic of lines, but it means you end up at his side for a dedicated while, flicking condensation at his chest. You don't worry about the coverup again.

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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thinking on this fine saturday about virgin!eddie getting his first ever handjob at one of king steve's parties <;3

tw: handjobs, tipsy fumbling.

"what're you... we can't go in here, steve will kill me," eddie's wide eyed, frazzled as he clenches onto his half empty beer bottle with one hand, the other gripping onto your waist, grounding you as you pepper little kisses up the side of his neck.

"shh, gotta be quiet or somebody'll hear, eddie," you're giggly, way beyond tipsy as you wind your fingers tight in eddie's shirt, backing him up into king steve's room blindly.

he lets you do it without anymore argument. stupid and too wound up on the alcohol and weed to care that he barely knows you. you pluck the bottle from his hand, placing it on steve's dresser with a small grin on your face.

you lean forward to kiss him and he melts into it, relishes in the tacky glide of your glossed lips against his own chapped and bitten ones, grabbing for a handful of your ass and you laugh again.

"i wanna, eddie," you pout as you pull away, playful and trying to hide your smile, hand slithering down the front of his pants to grasp at his painfully hard cock through his jeans, "don't you want me to make you feel good?"

"i do, i do!" eddie speaks all too fast, because of course he fucking does, he's wanted the touch of something more than his own right hand for too long — but he's trying to be a gentleman, even as a virgin he knows not to take advantage of a drunk girl, "we're both really, really drunk, sweetheart."

"don't care," you giggle, backing him up slowly towards the bed until the backs of his knees are knocking the edge and he's falling backwards rather ungracefully, perching himself up on his elbows, "i need to see you cum."

eddie swallows thickly, looking your curvy body up and down in your ruched satin dress, unable to hide his want anymore, his cock pressing up against his zipper, only a slight relief.

you climb onto the bed on top of him, trying for sexy but probably looking more like a baby cow trying to find it's footing, sitting low on his thighs as you bunch his shirt up, "let me make you feel good, please?"

your wandering hands have eddie folding pretty quickly, and he makes no move to stop you from unbuckling his belt and ripping his jeans open — hell, he even helps you pull them down by lifting his hips up, any worry turning to eagerness as need takes over him.

when his cock springs out from his tight boxers and slaps against his belly you gasp, rocking down into his thigh, "god, you're so big," your voice is awestruck, taking in every last bit of it — he's thick, bigger than average, uncut, curved ever so slightly to the right, and he's already smearing precum all over his belly, pooling into his bellybutton.

"it is?" he asks, stupid. he doesn't know any better, hadn't seen another cock before, not up close anyway. the guys locker room didn't count, everyone averted their eyes in there. "oh, you don't have to — holy fuck,"

eddie watches dumbly as you grab hold of the base of his cock, leaning forward and letting a glob of spit coat the pink head, getting him all nice and wet for your hand.

you slink off of him, opting to lay out at his side so that you can get a better grip on him and take the opportunity to push up against him tightly. you lean down, kissing wetly at his neck, "i'm gonna make you feel so good, promise." you whisper, glossy lips smearing against his flushed skin.

you start slowly, getting a feel for his cock and what he likes — listening for the changes in his breathing pattern, the slight hitch, the quiet moans as you twist your fist over his head.

"mmph," eddie grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, losing himself in the feeling, "your hands are so soft."

you giggle quietly, squeezing his shaft slightly on the upstroke, "thanks for the compliment," you lean over to kiss his stubbled cheek gently, and he keens into it, "can i go faster?"

"fuck, please," he begs, turning to look at you with his pleading eyes, all wide and dark in the dull lighting of steve's room.

you do speed up, maybe a bit too much, as your spit slick hand starts to fly up and down his cock, squeezing beads of precum from the slit to add to the wetness. this is the first time you've ever touched an uncut cock, and you're pleasantly surprised by just how sensitive he seems.

you watch as eddie's tummy muscles begin to quiver, and you find a slight pride and need blooming in your tummy. the pride of knowing you're making him react like this — the need to watch him come undone for you.

“oh — shit slow down, m'so close,” he rasps, unable to tear his eyes away from where your slick, tight fist runs up and down the length of his cock, foreskin rippling as you move up towards the head, swiping away the small blurts of precum that pool there, bringing attention to his sheer need.

"really? does it feel that good?" you ask, voice sultry and smooth as you nip at the shell of his ear, rubbing yourself up against his side. your pussy throbs as you listen to his desperate whimpering, relishing in the way his hips kick up slightly.

eddie nods, gnawing on his bottom lip, losing it when you run your thumb on the underside of his tip, grazing that one little sensitive spot until he's moaning your name, grabbing your thigh tightly, "m'gonna cum — you're gonna make me cum, oh fuck, fuuuck—!"

you gasp and giggle into his ear, turning your head just in time to watch as he cums in thick ropes all over your fist, shooting up his tummy and painting his dark expanse of hair on his happy trail.

there's just so much of it, and he just keeps cumming, groans rumbling up his throat as you jerk him through it, until he's physically recoiling from you from the overstimulation, burying his face into your tits to hide his burning hot cheeks.

you do eventually let go of his spent cock, your hand so slick with his cum that you shiver, the intrusive thought of using it on your aching cunt flashing through your brain.

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kaciidubs · 1 month

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Versace Crowned Prince

❣ Summary: A fashion weekend with the Prince of Versace, what more could you have asked for? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 2.7k ❣ Warnings: Implied Black! Reader, smut with feelings, fluff, mention of alcohol ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as My Prince/Versace Prince, Hyune, Baby, Reader is referred to as My Goddess/Love/Muse, this one turned out very romantic, he brings out a faux poetic side of me ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

If you could describe the past few days as anything, it would be a dream - no, a fairytale, a life you never thought you’d find yourself living yet here you were, going up in a fancy elevator to a fancy hotel room with your dashingly handsome boyfriend after attending a party honoring one of the most well known fashion events for one of the biggest brands in the world.

“Did you have fun?”

You hummed happily, leaning your head against Hyunjin’s leather jacket clad shoulder as your conscience floated through the warm buzz of the drinks you had at the party - not quite drunk, but a pleasant tipsy that strung your words together and made your giggles that much more frequent.

“Mm, yeah - it was amazing.” You drawled, squeezing his hand that was currently entwined with your own, “I already know you had fun, Mister Versace Prince.”

He scoffed out a laugh, pulling you to stand in front of him as he leaned against the elevator wall, “It was only fun because you were there, my love.” His fingers caressed the smooth, ruched fabric near the waist of your skirt, “Thank you for coming with me.”

The warmth of his palms seeped straight through your clothes and settled on the skin underneath, sparking goosebumps to spread along your arms while your alcohol addled brain soared with your - ironically - heightened senses.

Sliding your hands up his chest, wrinkling the designer shirt in your path, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as a dazed smirk curled your lips. “Going to Milan to watch a Versace fashion show with my breathtakingly gorgeous, ambassador boyfriend,” playing with the hair at the back of his head, you tilted yours to the side, “how could I have said no?”

It was bold, being in this position in the elevator where one unexpected stop could spoil everything, but neither of you seemed to care, not with the way his hold on your waist tightened as he leaned forward to fully invite himself into your space.

“Does that mean you’ll be my plus one for the next event?”

His husky murmur made your toes curl in your heels, though you didn’t back down, arching into him with a gaze that could only be read as a challenge.

“If the prince requests my presence, then so be it.” Gaze flicking to his full lips, you leaned in just enough to graze them, “Anything for you.”

The chime of the elevator floated through the charged atmosphere and Hyunjin chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made your heart flutter.

Untangling himself from your hold, he slid his hand into your own before leading you through the sliding doors toward the specially booked suite that had been your home since the beginning of the eventful week.

With a swipe of the key card - which wasn’t easy with your barely muffled giggles and wandering hands - you were finally welcome to the privacy of four walls yet again; stumbling through the door with your new goal set on removing your heels first and foremost.

Hobbling your way to the large king bed, you watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket in record time, breathing a sigh of relief as he dropped it to the couch before unceremoniously following suit with a loud “Oof”.

You giggled to yourself, managing to undo the straps to let each shoe fall one at a time, humming softly as you flexed your slightly achy feet until something shiny caught your eye.

Resting atop his suitcase was a familiar golden crown he’d received mere hours earlier, and you found yourself padding over to the accessory instantly.

The second your hands touched the plastic gold, you instantly brought it to your head and placed it atop your curls, feeling the coils cushion the new weight before sauntering around the back of the couch with an extra sway in your hips.

“How do I look?” Placing your hands on your hips, you carefully angled your head like the models you’d seen on the runway, “Am I fitting enough for the prince of Versace?”

You’d expected a fit of giggles, a bemused chuckle even, but when your eyes met his, you were subject to a gaze that had your breath catching in your throat.

Hyunjin’s hungry stare traced your face before trailing down, taking in the black corset top that was so simple in design, yet held a level of elegance on your body that he couldn’t begin to comprehend as it further accentuated the curve of your waist while the neckline cradled your breasts. Observing further, his tongue peaked out to lick his lips as he scanned the skirt that was just under his fingers mere moments ago, admiring the design as if it were a sheet artistically draped around your hips, yet despising the tantalizing hint of your right upper thigh in its slight asymmetrical fitting - it had taken an ungodly amount of willpower to keep himself from leaving the party early just so he could get you to himself.

All of that, paired wonderfully with gold accessories that matched his shirt and the accessories he had on himself, combined into a recipe for his downfall - and, boy, was he falling.

“Fitting enough for me?” He breathed as his eyes flicked up to meet your own, “Baby, you should’ve been out on that runway,” reaching his hand out, his fingers wrapped around your own before gently tugging you closer, “if it were my show, you would be the only model I’d need.”

His sentiments sent waves of chills down your spine, though it did nothing but feed the growing desire the high of the alcohol left in your system, curling in your abdomen and sprouting warmth that bloomed like a spring flower.

Wetting your lips, you squeezed his fingers softly, “Those are bold words from the Prince of Versace.”

The words fell in a whisper, dipped in honey and wrapped in the finest silk crafted by the wisest hands.

“I can only hope my words are enough for a goddess like you, my love.”

His voice was crowned in gold and anointed with the sweetest nectar, the sound dancing from lips that held their own form of enchantment.

“Why hope,” slipping your hand from his, you made a slow path to the side fastens and hidden zipper of your skirt, “when I can show you what your words do to me, my prince?”

It was all too easy to let the skirt fall to your polished toes, just as easy as it was to undo each tedious hook of the ribbed corset until you were able to take a fuller breath of the lust-tinted atmosphere - all the while, the golden crown remained in its place amongst your curls.

In the same breath, it was all too easy for him to undo his pants just enough to free his hardening length from the leather confines and boxer briefs.

You took your rightful place in his lap, a throne unlike any other, specially curated just for you, and eagerly accepted his confident touch; warm palms following the curve of your thighs to the width of your hips, up the flesh of your stomach to the dip in your waist, higher and higher until his fingers were playing with the simple gold necklace resting against your sternum.

“It’s a shame,” Hyunjin murmured, one hand working the necklace through his fingers while the other slid down to cup your breast, “even the most elite designer clothes don’t hold a candle to you wearing absolutely nothing.”

“You’re one to talk, Hyune,” bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt, you gently dragged the material up, “everything makes your candle burn brighter - it’s no contest.”

“Then let me take it off so we can burn together.” As his hands left your chest to meet the ones resting against his stomach, you tightened your hold on the hem of his shirt, prompting him to raise a brow. “My love?”

“I… I want you to keep them on.” Widening your stance against the couch, you dropped your hips to grind along the underside of his cock, the thin lace of your panties leaving nothing up to imagination. “Please, keep them on?”

Hissing out a short breath, his hips canted up into the slick mess dampening the gusset of lace, bringing a breathless chuckle from the depths of his chest.

“Anything for you.”

Anything for you - it echoed as you rose to your knees just enough to use your fingers to tug your panties to the side, paying no mind to the way it hugged your hips just a bit tighter in the process.

A slow drag of your bare cunt along the underside of his dick brought a shivering breath from the two of you, and he worked a hand between your thighs to catch the tip against your fluttering walls, licking his lips in preparation for what was to come next.

Breathless moans filled the room as you slowly sunk down, relishing the stretch you’d been craving since the beginning of the party - though, if you were honest with yourself, the desire had been simmering since the runway viewing.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, eyes trained on where you were both connected as his hand caressed your thigh.

Lifting your hand from his, your fingers instead found their new home on his chin, gently tilting his head back to have his fiery gaze meet your own, a new heat enveloping you in the process; igniting, burning.

“Gorgeous.” The word escaped him like a sacred prayer, a whisper intended only for the sole recipient before him.

You ran your thumb along his bottom lip, toying with the plump flesh before he dipped his chin to press a slow kiss to the pad, and if his effect on you wasn’t shown through the catch in your breath, then the clench of your pussy was a clear indicator.

There was a tentative roll of your hips, a slow rock to seat him as deep as he could go, before you began to ride him in languid, hypnotizing bounces - kindling the all consuming fire that only served to burn brighter and hotter with each bump and grind.

Hyunjin’s hands made their home on your hips, squeezing the supple flesh as he guided you with each rise and fall, his sharp gaze bouncing between your bliss-wrapped face, the sparkle of the jewelry whenever it caught the light just right, and the short glimpses of his arousal-coated dick leaving and entering your heavenly cunt.

Each panted moan that left you was mirrored by a breathless grunt by the man underneath you - an airy cry of his name floating by when his tip would graze that spongy spot just right, and a whimper working its way into the mix with each sinful roll of your hips.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, further wrinkling the designer article as you fought to keep yourself upright, your head dipping slightly as pleasure steadily rendered your limbs useless.

“Chin up, my love,” he moaned, velvety voice invoking your attention with ease, “keep your crown on for me.”

The crown - you’d forgotten about it the minute you sat in his lap, and him turning your demand on yourself had your abdomen clenching.

The subtle correction of your head hadn’t gone unnoticed, nor did the way you tried to spread your legs that tiny bit more to meet his hips more flush.

Licking his lips, Hyunjin moved his hands to your forearms before tugging gently, leading your torso to rest against his and the once thorough bounces turned into short back-and-forth rocks.

Resting your forehead against his, your lidded eyes met his with ease, countless emotions floating in the blown out brown of his irises, unsaid words understood through the beating of your hearts.

You brushed your lips against his, languishing in the feeling of them as if it were the first time all over again, until your body jolted with a sharp thrust that had your lazy kiss connecting.

Whatever sound that intended to leave you was now muffled against his mouth as the thrusts continued, his hands interlocking at the base of your spine as he fucked up into your heat, the soles of his feet digging into the poor leather of the couch for leverage.

The room was soon filled with the noise of straining leather, the wet drag of your walls along the length of his cock, and needy moans broken up by the messy smack of lips and tongue.

It wasn’t long until your body was trembling above his, your face dropping to his shoulder in hopes of catching the loud cries against his shirt, “H-Hyune, I’m- oh fuck, don’t stop-”

“I won’t,” the needless promise came through gritted teeth as he splayed his left hand against your lower back while his right slid to your ass cheek, squeezing the swell graciously, “come on, love, give it to me - please give it to me.”

Your body reacted before your mind could even process, the sound of threads snapping at the seams under your relentless tugging at his shirt going unnoticed as you came with a cry of his name on your tongue.

He did his best to ride you through your orgasm, but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls quickly shattered his resolve as he found himself chasing his own climax with heated breaths against your bare shoulder.

“Muse, I’m- I-” Hyunjin choked back a whine, trying to blink away the fog clouding this mind, “I-I’m gonna come, fuck-”

His arms wrapped around your back once more as he held you as tight as he could, rutting his hips against yours until he came with a shivering moan, coating your walls with his release.

Littering whatever place you could reach with kisses, you slowly lifted yourself up to admire his euphoria filled features; basking in the glow of his sweat-shined face and rosy cheeks, and marveling in the contrast of your lipgloss’s tint against his skin - that is, until your eyes trailed to his shirt.

Immediately recognizing the stain of your foundation against the black fabric, you didn’t try to hide the embarrassed laugh that breezed past your lips.

“I might’ve flown too close to the sun here, baby…”

Clocking the insinuation without bothering to look himself, he shook his head with a dazed smile on his perfect lips, “I don’t care - make a mess of it, ruin it, I’ll just get another one,” bringing his right hand to your face, he cupped your cheek softly, “and when that one gets messed up, I’ll buy another one.”

You scoffed incredulously, lips curling into a small smile, “The prince of Versace ruining his clothes for me? How scandalous.”

“If it’s by the request of my goddess, then so be it.” His eyes sparkled as he ushered you closer, leaning in just enough to graze your lips, “Anything for you.”

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cameronspecial · 3 months

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Assisting In Deception (Part 5)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Heavy Make Out, Sexual Thoughts, and Swearing.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Rafe gets to show Y/N off at a charity event and this leads to a saucy event.

Masterlist

The trio makes their way into the boutique and Y/N pauses at the appearance of it. She’d never be able to afford anything here, which makes her nervous about the fact that Rafe is going to buy her something. The idea of suggesting somewhere cheaper crosses her mind, but it would not fit into the prestige of the event. She hates that he’s had to buy her many things because she doesn’t want him to think she is taking advantage of him, but he is always insisting on paying for everything. He rests his hand on the small of her back and laughs at the excitement on Nancy’s face. She looks around the store, immediately running to one of the racks. Nancy pulls out multiple different dresses in her sister’s size and Y/N wants to stop her, but Rafe’s encouragement clouds her words. His actions mirror the fourteen-year-olds. Eventually, she is shown to a changing room and she has no say in the dresses she tries on.

The first dress she tries on is an a-line ruched chiffon floor-length eucalyptus dress. She walks out and does a little twirl for the awaiting pair. Rafe has a sappy look on his face that she doesn’t notice. “You look amazing,” Nancy praises, taking pictures of the girl in the dress. Y/N gives her a grimace, “I like the colour, but these sleeves are riding up my armpits and I really don’t feel like being photographed touching there.” She gets back into the changing room to change into a blue flutter-away layered skater dress. This dress makes her feel self-conscious. She walks out of the room with her hands smoothing over the back of her skirt to make sure it doesn’t expose her bum. She doesn’t want to leave the room, but her sister would want to see the dress.

Rafe’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets at the sight of the short dress. He very badly wants a peek at what is underneath but knows it is wrong. He adverts his eyes at the look of discomfort on her face, “I don’t want to police what you wear. But I will make the suggestion that that dress might be a little short for a children's charity event.” She sighs that he agrees with her opinion and quickly goes back into the room. He would buy whatever dress she wants, but she wants him to like the dress at least if he is going to be spending so much money. The next dress is a pink mesh ruffle hem maxi dress. Even though the dress is her size, she struggles with putting on the garment. She practically waddles out of the changing room.

Nancy makes a face that signals to Y/N that this is not the dress and quickly goes back inside. She looks at the dusty blue a-line v-neck floor-length chiffon dress in the mirror and smiles happily at it. The cut of the top compliments her boobs in a tasteful manner. The flow of the dress allows her to move in the dress comfortably. She twirls in the dress with a little giggle and then goes outside to show them the dress. She feels a little nervous about going out because she really wants them to like it.

When she comes out of the dressing room, Rafe is rendered speechless at the beauty before him. The high slit of her dress shows off her legs and he thinks about how it would look wrapped around his waist as he makes sweet love to her. The teasing of her breasts in her top makes him wonder how it would feel to press his lips on them. However, the most exciting thing for him about the dress is how the blue colour flatters his eye colour. In some way, it’s a way for him to tell the world that she is his. He finds a slight bit of disappointment filling him when he realizes that she isn’t really his. He can see the anxious looks on her face and does what he can to ease her feelings. He stands up from his seat and gently wraps his arm around her waist from the front, placing his forehead on hers, “This dress is amazing. I think this is the one.” Her lips turn into a brightening smile that makes him want to melt. “I think so too,” she whispers.

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The amount of press at the event makes her nervous and Rafe notices this. He gives her hand a squeeze as he helps her out of the car. It doesn’t feel close enough for him as they walk up the steps of the event space, so he basically glues himself to her side with his hand on her lower back for comfort. She looks up at him with a smile. They greet the occasional person before going over to their table. “Later on, I’m going to need your help with picking items to bid on in the silent auction. But first, I want you to meet my dad,” he murmurs against her ear. She nods into his touch. A voice coming from behind causes them to separate, “Well, if it isn’t the woman, who captured my son’s heart.” They both turn to see Ward Cameron.

Y/N immediately stands up and holds her hand out for him to shake. “It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Cameron. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she introduces, being brought into a hug by the older man. He lets out a playful chuckle, “Please, call me, Ward. Mr. Cameron is only for when you are at work with my son. And I am fully aware of who you are, Y/N. He never stops talking about you.” “He doesn’t?” She moves a strand of hair behind her ear.

“He sure does. I hear you are a pretty great assistant. Is it what you see yourself doing for the rest of your life? Not judging if it is, I just need to be ready if you are planning on leaving because Rafe would be very upset.”

“I understand, it would be very strange for me too. I don’t plan on being an assistant forever. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do. I have an accounting degree but I quickly realized after graduating that I did not want that life.”

“Ahh, the age-old question of what to do with your life. That’s completely understandable. Just give me a warning before you leave, please, so I’m prepared to console Rafe.”

“Of course.”

Rafe chooses this time to interrupt the moment between his father and Y/N. “Excuse me, Dad. I need to steal her away to place bids on some items,” he excuses, helping her up from the table and guiding her to the silent auction tables. The first items aren’t of any interest to the couple, but Rafe is stopped in his tracks in front of a couples' spa retreat. “I don’t need your input to know that this is what we should bet on,” he states, leaning down to bid more money than necessary. She places her mouth next to his ear, “Spas are great, but we aren’t exactly a real couple.”

“Doesn’t matter. I think we could use some relaxation. Let me pamper us.”

She doesn’t say anything as they continue down the line and bid on a couple more things, like an accessory set, an art class run by famous artists and a trip to Tuscany, which Rafe would love to show Y/N around. He isn’t sure what has gotten to him, but he has a little more confidence in himself and he wants their relationship to be real. He wants to let himself pretend that she truly has feelings for him. They have a few drinks and are just tipsy enough to cheer out loud every time they win a bid.

While waiting for the big ticket item to be revealed for the live auction, Rafe engages in a conversation with his dad while Y/N talks to Topper, who is sitting beside her. “I see he hasn’t driven you crazy just yet,” he remarks, looking over toward Rafe. She follows his eyesight with a smile, “Nope. He’s actually been really great. The perfect boyfriend.”

“That’s a shame. I was really hoping that I could have my shot with you.”

“Haha, very funny. You know you and I could never work. Plus, I don’t think you could beat Rafe. Sometimes the media can be a little too much, but he is always there to get me through it. I promise.”

“Good because I won’t hesitate to have a talk with him if you want me to. I can’t have Rafe chasing off my favourite assistant.” She can’t get another word into the conversation because the auctioneer comes on stage to finish up the event.

After the auction, Y/N has to go to the bathroom and Rafe’s protective side causes him to go with her. She exits the bathroom in a fit of giggles and he grabs onto her forearm to stablize her. He starts laughing with her as they go down the wrong hallway. This one is much more secluded than the one that leads to the ballroom. She trips on her feet and he catches her. She looks up into his eyes. Something overcomes her and she smashes her lips onto his. He freezes for a second, but quickly regains his composure. He fights for dominance and gains it by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She hikes up the leg with the slit in her dress, so it sits on his hip and he brings one hand to hold it there. It’s like his dream from when they were dressing shopping is coming true and he can’t let it stop now. He gently places her back on the wall to help hold her up.

He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss his way down to her breasts. She lets out a quiet moan as he brings the neckline of her dress down a little to suck on the skin underneath. She lets out another sound of pleasure and he can’t help but grin when her hips buck into his. Once satisfied with the mark that is left on the top of her boobs, he kisses his way back up to swallow the moans she is letting out. Hoping to help her relieve a little pressure from between her legs, he starts thrusting softly into her clothed pussy. Her hands find their way to his hair as she fights to get her tongue into his mouth and she grins at the groan he lets out. They make out for a few minutes but have to break away before someone comes looking for them.

They didn’t know that this would cause a shift in their relationship. This is the first time they touched each other romantically without the excuse of it being for the press. Their relationship has now crossed a line that made them unable to tell what is real or fake anymore.

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Following their heavy make-out at the charity event, Y/N and Rafe started being much more physical with each other. It always stops prior to having sex, but it doesn’t mean that what they’ve done did not make them feel more intimate with each other. They haven’t talked to each other as to what this means for them and honestly, they are both too scared to do so. Even with this new development in their relationship, Rafe and Y/N both kept their work relationship professional. All their physical contact is done at either his house or hers.

Rafe listens to the excuses that his employees are giving for not having their work done on time with an irritated look on his face. He hadn’t seen her all day and she couldn’t sleep over at his house last night because she had a family event. It is safe to say that he is grumpy about that, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Topper or Kelce. “I don’t care that they need the Rothman contract before they get to work. You guys should’ve gotten it months ago,” he chastises, standing up from his chair in an imposing manner. He is about to continue his rant when a knock on the boardroom door stops him. He invites the person behind the door into the room.

She enters the room and he feels like he can finally relax a little bit. His angry eyebrows relax and his down-turned lips form into a smile that most people in the meeting have never seen. Her shoes hitting the floor is the only sound heard as the others watch the scene. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. Cameron. Your sister is on the phone and she says it is very important. I know how much you value your family,” she apologizes, handing over his cell phone that she normally keeps while he is in meetings so he is not interrupted. Something comes over him and he brings her to sit on his lap with him. He needs to feel her in his arms. He presses a kiss to her temple and takes the phone out of her hand. The meeting goers observe this new side of him, leaving when he makes a wave of his hand to signal for them to do so. Everyone else leaves without an issue, but Topper stops at the doorway. He turns toward the couple, “If I knew all that you needed to get the stick out of your ass was for you to be dating your assistant, I would’ve set you guys up a long time ago.”

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Y/N gets home to see Alexander waiting for her on the couch. He probably used his spare key to get in she thinks to herself. “Is everything okay?” she worries, setting her work bag on the stool. He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know. I think I’m in love with Juni.” Y/N accidentally lets out a laugh. “Dude, I could’ve told you that four years ago. You are just now realizing that?”

“Yeah, how do you know?”

“You are constantly making googly eyes at her, that’s how. Where is she anyway?”

“She went to the store to get some things for dinner. What should I do about my crush?”

“Ask her out. You are a fine catch Alexander, you will never know if you don’t give it a shot.”

“So easy for you to say, Ms. I’m Having Sex With My Boss.”

“I am not having sex with him!”

The door opens and in walks Juni, “Ooh, are we talking about Big C? You may not be having sex with him but I do know you’ve been having some sexy time fun with him.” Y/N scoffs at her best friend’s words and goes to help her with the bags she is holding. “Really? Do you really have to say it like that?” she berates, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. Juni just shakes her head, “When you are that loud, I do have to mention it, Sweetie.” Y/N drops eye contact in embarrassment and busies herself with putting the food away. Juni stops Y/N and gives her a serious look. “Be careful, Sweetie. I’m scared you are getting caught up with your feelings and you blurred the lines too much.” “You don’t have to worry about it. I know that this is all fake,” Y/N promises, finally, looking at her best friend.

Her heart isn’t sure what she said was the truth. Every time she feels his skin on hers, her heart starts to belong more and more to him.

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mountainficss · 4 months

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enmity • choi san

en·mi·ty

/ˈenmədē/

the state or feeling of being actively opposed or hostile to someone or something.

WORD COUNT: 2138

SUB!Reader + DOM!San

WARNINGS: possessive sex, oral (f. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, clit play, clothed sex, marking, jealousy, making out, pet names/nicknames, dry humping, clit play, multiple orgasms, fluff, brief mentions of impregnation

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You felt your body being pinned against the front door as San loomed over your small form, catching you off guard. His expression was dark, his pupils almost swallowing his irises.

You had just returned from dinner, both of you taking time off work for the week to celebrate your third anniversary as a married couple. San had decided to take you on a date to your favorite restaurant. You had worn San's favorite outfit, a ruched bodycon dress in a flattering shade of lilac. It complimented your skin tone and hugged all your curves perfectly. He loved the way it looked on you, and it caught the attention of many others unbeknownst to you. San had been witnessing people in the restaurant staring you down all night as you both tried to enjoy your dinner. Just a quick scan around the large dim room of the restaurant would confirm his concerns, multiple men had craned their necks and shifted their eyes to rudely stare at your form. Even the waiter had been blatantly flirting with you, despite seeing the wedding ring proudly showcased on your ring finger. Poor San had dealt with this all night because of your cluelessness but decided not to bring it up, worried that shedding light on the shameless flirting would make you uncomfortable and want to leave. He would never want to ruin your night, especially the night of your anniversary. He had successfully held his tongue, biting back bitter remarks until the waiter came back with a large piece of chocolate truffle cake, claiming it was "made by mistake."

"It was an extra," the man smiled at you, completely ignoring San's presence. "I thought it would make the pretty lady's night better." Before you could respond, San butted in harshly. "Thanks, put it in a to-go box and bring me the check. My wife and I have plans tonight," he spits, his tone laced with venom as he emphasized the word 'wife.' The waiter nodded slightly in response, his smitten gaze darting away from your face and hardening as he side-eyed San and turned away to get the check. The sight of the waiter made San's blood boil, trying his best to calm himself down and let it go. He kept quiet as he watched you stuff your cheeks full of steak, feeling a bit better studying the way your eyes cutely lit up at the taste.

He was silent during the car ride home, only reaching his hand across the console as he drove to place it on your half-bare thigh, squishing it endearingly and bringing a smile to your face. You still had no knowledge of the reason San was so quiet, shooting him a sweet smile and placing your hand on top of his, enjoying the car ride silently with him.

After you both arrived home, you didn't even take 5 steps inside before you felt San's hands unexpectedly gripping your hips and pressing you up against the front door. Your eyes widened at the action, his perfect face hovering over yours and staring deeply into your eyes with an almost unreadable look. The feeling of his hands over your clothed skin instantly made you heat up, your face turning a slight pink. "S-Sannie?" You started, squirming a bit underneath him. "Is something wrong?" He hummed in response, leaning in to litter gentle kisses onto your jawline. You held back a whimper as he muttered compliments and praises against your skin. "You look so pretty in that dress, baby. You caught everyone's eye tonight," he swoons, his kisses traveling down to your neck and collarbone. You felt your face become redder as all your thoughts left your mind. The only thing you could think about was San. You felt your slick flooding out of your heat, slightly rubbing your thighs together for some friction.

"That waiter was eye-fucking you the whole night baby. Bet he wishes he was me," he pauses to suck harshly on your neck, making you whimper quietly. "But only I can make you feel this way. Not those disgusting men that were eyeing you earlier and especially not the waiter," he hisses angrily, taking a moment to admire the pretty marks he left on your neck. You nod slightly in response, your eyes fluttering shut as the feeling of lust washed over you. He moves one hand down from your hip, grazing down your thigh and snaking his hand under your dress to cup your clothed heat. "You're so wet," he sighs, feeling your arousal seeping through your panties. You moaned at the contact, slightly grinding your hips down onto him to feel more. His fingers rubbed you lightly, sending tingling sensations throughout your body. He tapped your thigh, signaling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his small waist, his lips attaching to yours in a heated kiss as he carried you to your shared bedroom. He placed your body on the bed, hovering over you and not once breaking the heated kiss. You felt his erection pressing against your thigh and moved your leg up a bit to stimulate him, a small groan coming from him in response. He reached a hand up to his shirt to slowly undo the buttons, grinding onto your thigh as he let out shaky exhales. The sight of him fucking himself on your thigh made you even needier, your hands traveling to your dress to remove it. You felt San grabbing your wrists before you could slip it off, lightly pinning them above your head. "The dress stays, princess," he demands in a hushed tone. "Tonight I'm fucking you in it."

He removed himself from you, letting your wrists go and standing at the foot of the bed. He began unbuttoning his shirt teasingly again, shamelessly staring at your flustered face as you rubbed your thighs together. You watched him strip, sweat beading onto your forehead as you ogled the man in front of you. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants and boxers pool at his feet. Your eyes traveled to his length. His erection stood tall, the head red and leaking precum. He smirked at your flushed face, coming closer to you again and hovering over you as he pulled your body to the edge of the bed. He hiked your dress up slightly, allowing him more room to caress your skin. He rubbed his hands over your thighs seductively, traveling further up and lacing his fingers around the fabric of your panties. He pulled them down slowly, a string of your arousal connecting to the fabric making him groan at the sight. Kneeling on the ground, he began pressing sloppy kisses onto your inner thigh, making you whimper and grab the sheets below you. He gently pressed his nose against your inner thigh and inhaled deeply, the erotic smell of your arousal making him let out a soft sigh. "You smell so good..." He trails, kissing your thigh once more. You felt his hot breath fanning against your heat, making you squirm and whine lightly. He licked a long stripe up your slit, making you let out a choked moan. He continued licking up and down, his tongue working its magic on your folds. He circled the tip of his tongue around your clit as your body writhed under him. He held your thighs tightly, pinning your legs down and keeping them apart. He sucked harshly on your clit, making you cry out as you felt your orgasm building up. His wet muscle traveled down to your hole, pushing itself in and slowly tongue-fucking you. The lewd wet sounds of his tongue relentlessly violating your hole filled the room, turning you on even more. "S-Sannie, wait," you begged as your hole clenched around him. "Gonna cum..."

He moaned lewdly against you as he savored your taste, the vibrations pushing you over the edge and causing you to clench violently around his tongue. Your cries and moans filled his ears as he lapped up your release, his tongue overstimulating your sensitive core. He cleaned you up, slowly licking up your slit as your legs trembled in his tight hold. "You taste so good princess," he cooed, placing a kiss onto your pearl and making your body jolt. He chuckled darkly at your sensitivity, crawling towards you to hover above you and groping your thighs. "Now," he begins, placing a sweet kiss onto your lips and letting you taste yourself. "I'm gonna fuck you in this pretty little dress."

You felt his length poking against your heat, making you squirm and try to grind down on him. He scoffed at your impatience, slowly pushing in as you both let out satisfied moans. You were so deliciously tight around his aching length, almost causing him to ram into you immediately. You wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper and causing him to completely bottom out. He watched your face with a proud expression, loving the way you were falling apart without him doing anything yet. He began moving slowly, fucking you sensually and breathing heavily as your eyes rolled back. Every roll of his hips would hit your sensitive bud, making you moan out loudly. His eyes never left yours, observing the way his beautiful wife's face warped into such a fucked-out expression. Your tight core squeezed around him relentlessly as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He moaned shamelessly in your ear, making you clench harder around him and snake your arm around to tangle your fingers in his hair. "What is it, baby? Does this turn you on?" He asks breathily, taunting you and smiling at how his noises were making you such a mess. You could practically feel him smirking against your skin, his thrusts becoming harder as you whined loudly in response. "I'm sorry, princess. You just make me feel so good. I want you to hear it, baby..." he chokes out smugly, his lips kissing the shell of your ear gently. "I know you like it..."

He ruts into you faster, moaning louder as he feels your walls fluttering around his erection, signaling your second release of the night was near. "God, you'd look so cute pregnant with my babies..." He muses boldly, your eyes filling with tears due to the overwhelming pleasure. "Can I fuck you full, princess?" You nodded quickly, unable to form proper sentences because of his cock mercilessly fucking your overstimulated heat. His filthy sounds next to your ear and his skilled hips were driving you crazy, pulling his body closer to yours as you warned him. "Sannie, I'm close—"

"Cum, princess. You did so well for me."

Your orgasm enveloped you for the second time tonight, much more powerful than the first one. Your eyes squeezed shut as broken moans and whines escaped from your throat. Your release coated his length, making loud wet sounds as San continued to chase his high. After a few thrusts he groaned loudly, the sound music to your ears as you felt him spill inside you. His length twitched violently as he fucked you full of his seed, his thrusts slowing and eventually stopping. His loud moans turned into soft groans and whimpers as he pressed more kisses against the shell of your ear, both of your chests heaving as you caught your breath. You held each other tightly, San still inside of you as you both savored the euphoric feeling for as long as you could.

"W-Wait," he breathes as he slowly pulls out, both of you letting out soft sighs. He pecks your forehead and slowly stands, stumbling groggily to the bathroom. "I'll be right back baby!" He calls to you from the bathroom as you struggle to keep your eyes open, drifting in and out of sleep. You heard the faint sound of the bathtub being filled with water, the sound slightly muffled due to your dazed state. San made his way back to you, peeling the sweat-covered dress off your body and carefully picking your weak body up bridal style to the bathroom. The smell of lavender filled your nose as he placed you gently into the warm bubbly water. Your muscles relaxed instantly as you let out a sigh of relief, feeling San slide in behind you and pulling you back against his chest. He lathered his hands in shampoo and began gently massaging your scalp, your heart almost melting at the loving act. His actions almost put you to sleep, your eyes closing as he washed your hair carefully. "Thank you so much, Sannie," you murmured, feeling so full of love for him. "I love you so much." He smiled sweetly behind you, his heart swelling with love. "I love you more, baby," he gushed fervently. "Happy anniversary."

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#ateez smut #san #choi san #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez san #ateez imagines #mountainficss

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 7 months

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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his.

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.”

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy.

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside.

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt.

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him.

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose.

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours.

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips.

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you.

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased.

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile.

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle.

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm.

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor.

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup.

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk.

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction.

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table.

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around.

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile.

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone.

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him.

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side.

“Mhm,” You confirmed

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm.

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep.

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen.

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”.

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly.

“Stay here,” He warned.

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels.

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in.

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist.

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve.

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair.

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car.

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you.

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold.

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints.

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water.

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head.

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes.

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes.

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply.

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep.

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms.

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin.

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you.

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?”

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin.

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake.

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders.

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor.

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way.

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet.

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through.

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago.

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision.

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot.

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you.

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m.

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard.

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile.

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye.

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep.

He answered without moving. “Hmm?”

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

#hannah speaks ღ #elliot x you #elliot fic #elliot x reader #elliot smut #elliot imagine #elliot euphoria x reader #elliot x black!reader #elliot x fem!reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria #dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike x black!reader #dominic fike x fem!reader

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chic-a-gigot · 1 month

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La Mode illustrée, no. 12, 21 mars 1869, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel, 28. r. Nve. des Pts Champs. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Robe de dessous en faye vert lumière. Le bord inférieur est garni d'un volant ayant 25 centimètres de hauteur, surmonté d'une ruche chicorée; sur chaque côté cette ruche se sépare, forme un angle droit et remonte jusqu'à la ceinture, de façon à simuler une seconde robe, tandis que le volant représente la robe dessous. Tunique faite avec un crêpe de chine blanc, brodé de fleurs de couleur; la frange du châle sert de garniture à la tunique. Celle-ci est relevée à l'aide de ruches en faye verte de façon à former un très-large pouff par derrière. Ceinture verte se fermant sous un chou assorti. Corsage décolleté en faye vert, recouvert de gaze blanche, et bordé ainsi que les manches courtes de ruches en dentelle. Coiffure de roses thé et roses.

Robe de dessous en pékin rouge à raies satinées, garnie d'un volant coupé en biais ayant 40 centimètres de hauteur. Robe de dessus en cachemire noir brodé, garnie d'une frange noire. Mantelet pareil à la robe, croisé par devant et à revers, fixé par derrière de façon que les pans forment une sorte de tournure assez volumineuse. Le corsage, ouvert, est en cachemire noir. Les manches sont à revers brodés comme ceux du mantelet.

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Underdress in light green faye. The lower edge is trimmed with a ruffle 25 centimeters high, topped with a chicory ruffle; on each side this ruffle separates, forms a right angle and goes up to the belt, so as to simulate a second dress, while the ruffle represents the dress underneath. Tunic made with white crepe de chine, embroidered with colored flowers; the fringe of the shawl serves as trim for the tunic. This is raised using green faye ruching so as to form a very large pouff from behind. Green belt closing under a matching collar. Low-cut bodice in green faye, covered with white gauze, and edged as well as the short sleeves with lace ruffles. Tea rose and rose hairstyle.

Underdress in red pekin with satin stripes, trimmed with a bias-cut ruffle measuring 40 centimeters in height. Top dress in embroidered black cashmere, trimmed with black fringe. Mantle similar to the dress, crossed at the front and at the cuff, fixed at the back so that the sides form a sort of rather voluminous turn. The open bodice is in black cashmere. The sleeves have embroidered cuffs like those of the mantlet.

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1860s #1869 #on this day #March 21 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #description #rijksmuseum #dress #evening #gown #Modèles de chez #Madame Bréant-Castel

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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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DD pt 3 , part 1 of 2

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

This art was commissioned for this chapter by the AMAZING artist @/ ejpuki on Instagram. Please go and support the original artist!! (Link takes you to the same artwork as the one above, just the original post)

TW: Minors DNI, suggestive content, alcohol , age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34)

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

This is a longer one so I broke it into two posts. Enjoy!

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Pt 1 , P2 , Pt 3 2, Part 4 , Part 5

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You stood in front of your standing mirror in your room, phone speakers scratching as it played your getting ready tunes. You were overstimulated and stressed out trying to choose an outfit for your first date with your hot Uber driver. You could feel yourself starting to sweat, the pins from the hot rollers in your hair digging into your scalp. You stopped to take a deep breath and fan yourself frantically with your hand, the last thing you needed was your makeup running also. You gave yourself 3 hours to get ready specifically because it was a 50/50 chance your eyelashes would actually stick this time, or the outfits would outfit the way you envisioned. Tonight was a good eyelash night luckily, so far...

You finally settled on a short, satin, ruched wrap navy dress with spaghetti straps with a small slit that ran up your right thigh. Once you took out the rollers and had your outfit ready to go, you did a 360 in the mirror, trying to make sure your ass looked good. You sprayed some Daisy Love by Marc Jacobs on your neck and chest. You made sure you got your purse with everything you might need: chapstick, gum, lip gloss, extra lash glue, wallet, key... you froze for a moment. It was only the first date, nothing too crazy is probably going to happen...you grabbed the Daisy Love perfume and gave a spray to your ankles for good measure.

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Miguel smiled triumphantly as he ripped off the Uber sticker from his windshield. He loosened his tie and set his briefcase in the backseat. He had a breakthrough at work today. He finally got promoted from his junior position as an associate geneticist to senior geneticist and head of a new project by his boss. It included a massive pay bump which meant no more need to supplement his income with Uber trips to make sure Gabi had everything she needed. He was finally going to be making the salary he suffered through 8 years of school for.

And to top it off, he had a promising date tonight with you: the beautiful tipsy passenger of his who he couldn't stop thinking about. He took a deep sigh and started the commute south towards Brooklyn. It was a 2 hour drive. He hoped he wouldn't keep you waiting outside too long.

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You stood in front of your apartment building, the wind chill causing your bare legs to break out in goosebumps. Your purple peacoat wasn't much help. Your teeth began to chatter and you tried to distract yourself by scrolling on Instagram. Reading the same 5 posts over and over, the cause of your distraction half being the nippy November air, the other half being your wracked nerves to see Miguel in person once again.

There was so much tension between you two, you wondered how you would possibly be able to handle it tonight and not be the awkwardest person alive. And to add to the nerves, this time you didn't have liquid courage to help you be more interesting and outgoing. You just hoped that he'd like you as much as you liked him.

You watched your breath come out in short little puffs as you waited, a sort of weird game you invented to distract from the agonizing temperature. Finally, Miguel's black Audi pulled up in front of you. Miguel got out of the driver's seat, car still running to get your door. The mere sight of him made you realize you might need a clean pair of panties. There he was: 6'9, those dreamy brown eyes, and his toe-curling deep ass voice as he said your name with his stupidly handsome smile. He was wearing fitted dark grey slacks, black dress shoes, with a navy button up with the sleeves rolled up halfway on his forearms. A mahogany colored belt accentuated his lean waist that you couldn't help but want to be wrapped around.

You felt your intestines do another back handspring when he put his hand gently on your waist to help you to the passenger side. You wobbled a bit like a newborn deer in your heels, suddenly being forced to move after being frozen in place waiting outside for him.

"I'm so sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long." Miguel said. He made sure you were in, then closed the door and jogged back to the driver's side. He pulled ahead to a stop sign and looked at you.

"You look beautiful tonight."

Thankful the car was dim, hiding your flushed expression, you smiled,

"Thank you, you look handsome too. And we're matching, see?"

You opened your peacoat, revealing your navy dress to match his shirt. Miguel looked over and good FUCK your thighs looked amazing. The way the dress hugged you in all the right places had him immediately envisioning what lay underneath. If your thighs and hips looked this good from the front then God knows how amazing the view of your ass must be.

We could just scrap this dinner reservation and head back to my place right now. Gabi's with her abuela and tio Gabe tonight so we could christen the surface of my new coffee table and I'll make you scream as loud as I need you to. I'll make you whatever pasta you want afterwards. It won't be as good as the Italian place we skipped out on tonight to go fuck instead, but it will be worth watching you eat it wearing one of my oversized shirts knowing I fucked you silly all night long.

Miguel played it cool. "Great minds think alike. How was your day?"

"It was okay, could have been better. Work killed me." you sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Miguel said. "what do you do for work, if you don't mind my asking."

"I'm a secretary at a physician's office," you answer. "It's okay, I guess. I work with a bunch of older women and most of them are nice and we have each other's backs when it comes to some of the doctors who can be a pain to work with. But the patients can be something else. Don't get me wrong though, most of the time people are nice, especially the kids that come in and are super adorable."

Miguel smiles at this. "I can imagine people would be hard to deal with at a job like that. You like kids?"

You think for a moment. "I do, I mean, I'm not a parent or anything and have a hard time seeing myself as a parent, at least for a while though. But I do have a niece and a nephew that live in Toronto. My niece is 7 and my nephew is 3. They're so fun. I like being the fun aunt that can return them back to their parents after a bit."

Miguel chuckles. "I can understand that."

You notice his work parking pass hanging from his rear view mirror. "What's Al-chem-ix?"

"Al-chem-axe?" Miguel corrects. "It's my work."

"Oh, so you don't do just Uber?"

"No," he answers. I got promoted to a senior geneticist position finally, today actually. I was doing Uber as a side hustle because the pay alone in my old position wasn't enough to support Gabi and I. It was kind of a joke after going to school for so long, but I'm glad they're finally giving me a chance to prove myself."

A look of disbelief crosses over your face. "Umm that's kind of a big piece of information to leave out about yourself! So you're actually like a genius level scientist?"

"Genius? No. But I'm flattered by that," he laughs in his rich voice. God, that was so attractive. This man has the audacity to be tall, dark, handsome, smart and rich?!

You two pull up to a nice Italian restaurant called Michael's. As Miguel helps you out of the car he walks two paces behind on purpose. Yep, your ass looked amazing in that dress. Miguel inhaled sharply, trying to suppress his dirty thoughts.

The restaurant was busy, yet calm as the diners enjoyed hushed conversations with the sounds of cutlery clinking against porcelain dishes. It smelled amazing, like brick stone ovens and freshly baked bread. The restaurant was old-timey elegance and dimly lit as a Tony Bennett song played gently over the speakers. A tall man with a large belly and greased black hair with a gold chain and grey suit was the loudest in the room as he walked table to table, shaking hands with the patrons, clearly the owner. Yep, you knew the food was going to be good.

Miguel pulls out your chair like a gentleman. You two share some Focaccia and you giggle as you try to help Miguel clean off some olive oil that ran down his chin. You tell him some more about your older brother who lives in Toronto with his wife and two kids and your younger sister who lives in New Jersey with your mom. You tell him about your childhood and how you struggled to make friends and were often alone and how that's affected you today. You talk to him about your interests and movies you like and your ideal vacation.

He listens, smiling when you smile, and takes a sip of his ice water, not taking his eyes off yours and pausing to squeeze a lemon wedge into his glass, stirring it while nodding his head. You were even better than he thought. Your personality even when you're intoxicated is charming, but who you truly are which you're showing him tonight is someone he can see himself with. Someone who's humble and maybe a little shy, yet kind and passionate about the things they love and makes him laugh. He loves how your walls seem to come down for him when he can get you talking about something that interests you. You ordered the cacio e pepe and he ordered Chicken Carciofi. You try to resist the urge to let your eyeballs roll back in your head when you take a bite of the silky, creamy pasta. It was sublime.

"Tell me about yourself, Miguel." You smile, taking a sip of wine. Now, the wine was starting to make you a tad more talkative than before, but you were determined to not be shit faced or tipsy like last time.

The side of his mouth raises a little. He hesitated. He wasn't a fan of talking about himself. And he didn't like feeling vulnerable or opening up to people. But he felt he owed it to you since you were being so open with him tonight.

"Well..." He says softly. He sits up and leans a little closer to you across the table, resting his elbows on the wooden armrests of the chair. "I was born here, in New York. My mother's name is Conchata and my father's name is George. I have a younger brother named Gabriel who's 29 and lives in Manhattan with my mother. My parents separated a couple years ago."

"I'm sorry..." You say softly, your face softening as he tells his story.

"It's okay. When I was 26, I started dating a girl named Xina who I knew since we were kids. We...went through a lot together and I made a lot of mistakes. I was unfaithful. I'm not proud of it. But we had Gabi together. She moved upstate and found happiness with someone new. She sees Gabi a few times a month. The distance is rough but we do our best to make it work. "

You felt your heart sink when he mentioned his unfaithfulness, but tried to just listen to him without judging him too much. You couldn't help but be worried if he'd do something like that to you too.

Sensing your discomfort, he lays his hand on top of yours. Your heart skips a beat at his touch, and you notice how warm his hand is. His eyes bore into yours, searching you earnestly as though he's trying to figure out what caused the shift in your demeanor at recounting his past. "Is something I said making you uncomfortable?" His thumb begins to trace circles on the back of your hand.

"Mmm, well sort of,"you hesitate.

"Tell me, " he says calmly. "I want to give you any reassurance that I can "

"Well, you said you were unfaithful in the past with your ex? Was it...did it happen more than once and was it before or after Gabi was born?" You start cautiously.

Miguel nods. "I can understand why you're feeling that way. It happened once. And it happened before Gabi was born. We got back together when I found out she was pregnant."

He looks at you for your reaction. You nod, listening intently, but your stomach still feels in knots at the mention of other women and you can't help but feel the insecurities and green eyed monster rear its ugly head. "I guess I'm just scared of getting hurt." You admit quietly.

Miguel's eyes have an eager look in them as he takes both of your hands in his. "I know it sounds cliche, and I don't expect you to believe me right away or maybe even don't want to continue seeing me after this but, I really am not that person I once was. I learned a valuable lesson. My ex is an amazing woman and I hurt her badly. I learned that you need to communicate if you need more from your partner and not seek validation somewhere else like I did."

" Even though it didn't work out with us, I respect who she is and appreciate that she gave me Gabi. And I'm happy she's dating someone new. And anyone I'm with at this point, I wouldn't be with unless I see something in them. With you, I just felt close to you when you mentioned you had troubles with your dad when I was driving you home and...I just find you relatable and adorable. I think you're beautiful and I truly like you a lot and want to spend more time with you."

Your heart is jumping all over the place at his confession. His dark brown eyes, pools of the Earth drawing you in. This absolute Greek God of a man said he likes you and thinks you're beautiful. Who wouldn't fold at that? Fuck, this man is gonna ruin my life...

"I.. really like you too, Miguel." You're feeling a little bit more comforted at his words and appreciate the fact he's talking positively about his ex and acknowledges his part in their relationship dissolving. "I appreciate you being honest with me about the situation. Nobody's perfect and, that stuff happened a long time ago. If you learned from it and won't repeat it then..then I'd like to give this a shot. But I swear to God if you do, I'll cut your hair in your sleep," you jab light-heartedly, but are low-key serious.

Miguel's heart leaps in his stomach as well and breaks into a smile at your last sentence. He brings a hand to your face and cups it. "Understood. Thank you...you don't know how much I appreciate that." He stares into your eyes, then ever so subtly, they flicker down to your lips.

Oh God...

You feel as though an invisible magnetic force is pulling your heads together as Miguel's eyes are still locked on your lips and you can't help but stare at his too. Those kissable, full lips of his..

Then, the waiter breaks it.

"Can I get yous two anything else tonight? Dessert?"

Miguel is pulled out of the trance and gives your hand a squeeze. "Do you want something for dessert?"

"Oh umm..." You try to shake your head modestly. Miguel tilts his head.

"You sure? C'mon, I know you'd love dessert."

"The tiramisu did look really good.."

"We'll take an order of the tiramisu please." Miguel tells the waiter who gives a curt nod and speeds off to the kitchen.

You enjoy the scrumptious tiramisu and convince Miguel to take a bite as well, you burst into laughter when you see his eyes grow wide with disbelief after taking his first bite. "Damn, that's not bad at all..." He murmurs, the marscapone and cocoa powder adorning the corners of his mouth. You smile adoringly at him.

As you two leave the restaurant he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his chest as you walk. You wrap an arm around his waist in response and look up at him. He towers over you and you feel yourself melting into him when he flashes a dazzling smile down at you. It just feels right being here with him. Already he makes you feel so safe and secure.

As you arrive back at your apartment he gets out and walks you to your door. You two share the longest embrace outside your door. Your arms wrapped around his waist and his wrapped around your shoulders with one hand cradling the back of your head as he rests his cheek on the top of your head.

"I should go..." He slowly starts to break the embrace.

"No, no please. Just a little longer." You tighten your arms around him. His hugs are amazing and his scent nearly knocks you off your feet. Is it sandalwood, vanilla, woodsy? Whatever it is, it's fucking delicious and you need a candle made out of it so you don't ever forget how divine this man smells. You also don't understand how a human can be so warm. Even at the end of November, this man is impenetrable to the cold.

Miguel chuckles and plants a kiss into your hair and keeps holding you as you wish. "you're so adorable, you know." He can't believe how trusting of him you are but knows that he has a lot at stake right now. He doesn't want to do anything to make you nervous or uncomfortable or violate your trust. Most women would never give him a chance like this given his past and current situation.

Finally, you two part. You feel your stomach drop in disappointment when he doesn't kiss your lips but rise up and nearly bubble past the surface when he presses his lips to your forehead. You go inside your apartment and screech into your pillow, kicking your feet.

Miguel takes the drive to Manhattan to pick up Gabi. He's gonna need another cold shower to get your mouth and hips off his mind again. But he couldn't help but give himself a pat on the back. He had you right where he wanted you and he couldn't help but feel giddy about where this could go with you. He's falling hard already and doesn't want to stop.

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Pt 3 2

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