Suprise

summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (pt 9)

Part 9

Warnings: wrestling, blood

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Monday Night Raw

Y/N’s life has been chaotic since Extreme Rules. With Beth having a concussion. Y/N thinking she should just stay at her parents’ house and not go to work and her parents forcing her to go. It’s just been a lot.

The Judgement Day also tried to get a hold of Y/N after Extreme Rules. No answer. Y/N didn’t want to talk to them after hurting Beth. Edge she would’ve been fine with, but Beth no one hurts Beth without a consequence. 

Y/N had a lot of thoughts walking into the Barclay’s center in New York. She tried to keep busy with her usual routine. None of it worked. She already knew the schedule because every time she walks in now a crew member comes and gives her one after the minor incident.

Y/N was booked as ringside for her uncle’s match against Chad Gable. They also booked her for the Judgement Day’s promo after the match, but beside that in brackets it says just in case. 

She found that weird, but hey what could she do about it? Running behind schedule, Y/N quickly began her makeup.

She got everything on and ready, but has not tied up her boots yet. She had forgotten to do that. Running over to her uncle’s change room. She knocks on the door and Rey answers it with arms wide open. The hug was comforting and much needed. 

“Amor, your laces aren’t done up,” Rey states, looking down at the boots.

“Oh, I forgot to do them up. Thanks tìo,” she replies. 

“Ready to go to the gorilla now?” Rey questions as she finishes doing up her laces. 

Y/N nods, follow her uncle out the door.

Booyaka, Booyaka

Y/N and Rey were walking together down the ramp. Y/N loved hearing the crowd pop for their favorite superstars. It was just a great feeling that warmed her heart. The cheering died down as you hear. 

Shoooosh, Shoosh please

It was the Alpha Academy. Y/N hated them. Not only were they annoying to her, but Otis just makes her so uncomfortable with the comments he makes about her. Whenever she’s standing ringside and he is too, he just tries to flirt all the time.

Y/N was still in the ring when Chad entered. She exited. Rey turns to her and kisses her cheek before putting all his attention on Chad. As soon as Y/N’s feet touched the ground, Otis was right at her side. 

Y/N wasn’t really paying any attention to the match. As Otis was talking to her and flirting. She had almost lost it when he touched her. The touch didn’t last long as he realized his buddy Chad was outside of the ring. Y/N looked up and her uncle was still in the ring. 

She also tried really hard to pay attention on her own when Otis wasn’t bothering her. It’s been her mind that hasn’t been right. She thought being out with the WWE universe would calm her mind, but it didn’t.

Her mind was quickly cut off when she heard the opening to the judgment day theme song. Jumping up on the apron closest to Rey, which was right in front of the commentator table. She saw Rhea and Dominik come from backstage. Her uncle was shaking his head. Y/N was just nervous for her and her uncle. She realizes she can’t ignore them forever, but for now, at least she could try. 

Trying not to focus on the two coming from backstage, Rey focuses on Y/N, ushering her off of the apron. Informing her he’s got it. Y/N listens to her uncle. 

Of course, this match was a blur for Y/N. Now that Rhea and Dominik were out there, her mind was going 1 000 miles a minute. She managed to catch the last bit of the match when her mind finally calmed down. Rey had won.

She slides into the ring, hugging her uncle and congratulating him on the win. She smiled as Rey’s arm was lifted up by the ref. The smile didn’t last long. Dominik was getting into the ring, so she backed up. Rey told her beforehand that he wanted to deal with Dominik alone. 

Dom wanted his father to hit him. Rey wanted nothing to do with that. He was going to get out of the ring, but Rhea was standing there. Rey turns back around to look at Dominik. 

While that is happening, Rhea looks at Y/N, who’s distracted by the father and son. She pulls out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffs Y/N to the ropes. The young girl looked at the handcuffs, tugging at it. She only ended up giving a small cut on her wrist. Dominik was yelling at his father to hit him. Rey didn’t want to, though.

Rey had noticed Damian get on the apron and went to punch him off. Finn then enters the ring. Rey fights Finn, sending him into Dominik, and now Dominik is outside the ring. Y/N made sure to back up before she got hit. The slight moving back causes the cuff around her wrist to cut deeper into the skin. 

Y/N looks up and sees her uncle set Finn up for a 619. The 619 didn’t make it, though Dominik had intercepted it. While Rey was lying on the ring, Dominik was yelling at him again, “Hit me!”

Y/N tries to scream at Dominik to distract him, but that doesn’t work. Apparently they also had tape, so Rhea put a piece over her mouth. The tape for sure didn’t last long because Y/N’s other hand was free. The crowd was chanting, ‘You Suck’ at Dominik for treating his father like this. 

Y/N had to look away. Rey was crying, and she couldn’t stand when her family cries. Her uncle had turned away. That was a big mistake. Dominik hits him from behind, holding him there until Rhea grabs Rey’s arms and holds him in place. 

Y/N started yelling at Dominik again. This time, Finn came up behind her and put his hand over her mouth to shut her up. Dominik had done it. He had delivered a 619 to his own father. 

Y/N had to think quickly to get Finn’s hand off of her mouth. She bit down on his hand and punched him in the stomach. Now she has full access to yell at Dominik, to yell to see if her uncle is okay or just to yell at the Judgement Day in general.

Since the Judgement Day had a promo next, they left Y/N handcuffed to the rope. She was still bleeding. The WWE universe could probably see on her face that she didn’t want to stand out there for how long with the Judgement Day. She had hoped that someone could save her from this nightmare, as she liked to call it.

The booing from the crowd made Y/N start to laugh. That was until Damian looked at her. She had stopped quickly, looking down at the handcuffs, seeing if there was a way to get out of them. 

“Like I’ve said every single week, since you peasants can’t get it through your thick skulls,” Rhea starts off. 

She finishes off by saying, “The Judgement Day, we run Monday night, Raw.”

“You hate to hear the truth,” Damian states. “That is truth, Rhea spoke truth.”

“I mean think about it,” he continues, “Every single person that steps to us falls, all the while the Judgement Day continues to rise.”

“You know what, though. Let’s talk about something more important. Let’s talk about how my boy Finn Balor handled business at extreme rules,” Damian finishes off. 

“Like I’ve said before. When you come at Finn, you best not miss,” Finn starts.

Y/N wanted to be gone from the ring. Even from the building. She didn’t want to stand close to Judgement Day. Y/N didn’t even catch most of Finn’s sentence.

“-I ended the party,” Finn states.

Y/N was bewildered. She didn’t know about no party. When she finally clued in, she felt stupid. There was no party, it was just everyone celebrating Edge’s return.

“I pissed on y’all’s parade,” the Irish man continues, “because I made her dad say the words ‘I Quit’. That’s right, I made Edge say the words ‘I Quit’.”

Y/N rolled her eyes when Finn looked at her. She thought we got it, Finn; we don’t need you to repeat yourself.

“Hey Dominik, what words did I make her dad say?” he questions Dominik while pointing towards me.

Dominik replies, “Edge said ‘I Quit’.”

“Hey priest. What did I make Edge do?” Finn questions again.

“Oh, you made Edge say ‘I Quit’,” Damian replies, laughing.

“That’s right. I made Edge say the words ‘I Quit’ and you know why, because Finn Balor don't quit. I’m too legit to quit,” he finishes off.

“No, that’s not right. You were gonna quit if those baboons didn’t help you,” Y/N decides to yell at him.

They ignore her. 

“You know what? Have you seen him since Saturday Night? You know what, let’s watch it again because I want to watch it one more time,” Finn says.

They played the most important parts of that match. Ones that Y/N didn’t want to rewatch or even relive. The poor girl made sure to not watch the screen when the end of the match came on. She had to hear her father utter the words again and hear the chair hitting Beth.

When the video ended, Judgement Day was all standing and laughing together. This is what Y/N couldn’t stand about them. They injure someone and laugh about it. She would at least be a bit worried about the person if she did that.

“Oh brings a tear to my eye,” Rhea starts off, “The Glamazon, Beth Phoenix. What a joke.”

“Beth, what I did to you was just a glimpse of what I’m capable of,” Rhea states.

“And watching Rhea and action, you know, just-” Dominik pauses.

The crowd was booing so loud he couldn’t speak. Finn tried to shut them up. 

“You guys are just jealous, so shut your mouths,” Rhea says.

“What I was going to say was, Rhea hitting Edge’s wife, Y/N’s mother, Beth with a conchairto did it for me, and I know it did it for all of you as well,” Dominik says.

Y/N doesn’t care what Dominik said next. She was in her own world trying to figure out the handcuffs. Careful not to tighten them more. The handcuffs weren’t the only thing on her mind. Everything that happened on Saturday was on her mind. The only time she looked up was when AJ Styles’ theme song went off.

“Finn, as long as we’ve known each other, it’s come down to this,” AJ says.

“AJ, you made this a lot harder than it needed to be,” Finn begins, “I could have ended this-“

“Oh woah woah, hold on, hold on,” AJ cuts him off.

“Finn, I’m not out here to argue with you. You’re right,” says AJ.

Y/N was so confused, it wasn’t even funny. Why would AJ want to join the Judgement Day?

“Everything I needed was standing right in front of me. With my back against the wall, I’ve been alone for far too long. There comes a time in a man’s life where he needs friends. Hell, in my case, I need family. So from the first time we met in Japan, to now. I’m I not my brother’s keeper.” AJ finishes off kneeling on the floor. 

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes. AJ was going to join the Judgement Day. There was nothing she could do to stop it, either. They would all ignore her if she yelled. Finn puts his hand out to help AJ up. They share a hug.

“AJ, AJ, I’m so proud of you and I knew you would finally come around,” Finn says.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” AJ replies. 

The theme of the O. C play. The smile on Y/N’s face grew wider than possible. Gallows and Anderson were back and ready to fight. Dominik starts yelling at the O. C and Gallows had enough and just slapped Dominik. That started a fight. 

The O. C was in the ring as the Judgement Day made their way backstage. 

“Hey, do any of you have a key to these?” Y/N questions the three.

Karl pulls out a key and unlocks her. They got a good look at her bloody wrist. Before ushering her backstage to go get it checked out. 

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That was part 9. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. My favorite thing is AJ saying, “I wasn’t talking about you.” I don’t know why it just makes me laugh every time. Hope you have a good night/afternoon/ morning!!!!

Hi! ur celly layout is so cute! can I request 135. Mutual masturbation w/ luke hughes?

Thank you for requesting <3

SCENARIO #135 Mutual masturbation

📞 dialling…

No one could make her feel the same way Luke did, no one else’s fingers could fill her up, reach the places like his, but unfortunately, Luke was halfway across the country on a roadie, and so all she had was her own fingers plunging in and out her cunt with Luke propped up against her pillows on her phone screen. Legs spread apart in perfect view for her boyfriend who fisted his cock with cheeks flushed pink.

“Fuck-” she gasped, trying to imagine Luke’s long fingers hitting the deepest places she couldn’t reach, “-need you, Lu, need you so bad.”

He watched her lull her head back mesmerised, his hand gripping his phone while his other stroked his cock with an increasing pace, smitten over the little mewls blasting from his phone’s speaker. All he wanted was to feel her clench around him, squeeze him tight in her walls but instead all he could do was try and create an artificial version of that same fervid heat that swirled in his stomach with every soothe from his base up his length. 

“Doin’ so well, y/n, such a good girl,” he cooed, voice gravelly as her fingers curled and drew an eager whine from her, hearing her voice whimper out his name, “miss you so fuckin’ much, baby.” 

“Show me your cock, Lu. Wanna see what I do to you.” She managed to breathe out, turning her attention to her screen. He turned his camera around, giving her the view of him fisting his pulsing cock, his moans stuttering in the background, and she knew that whimper off by heart, like a song, the whines he let slip when he was so close to his peak. “Cum for me, Lu, want you to cum.” 

“Don’t wanna, not without you.” He was so close, the knot in his stomach achingly tight and in truth, all he wanted was to cum, but he couldn’t go another day without hearing the way she called out for him upon release, the way her eyes rolled back.

Y/n’s fingers worked faster, doing her best to get herself to her to cum for him, his begging whimpers over the speaker provoking a ruthless hunger and the coil in her stomach tightened until she couldn’t take it.

“Cum with me, Lu,” she let out a high-pitched moan, watching her screen, “wanna see your face when you cum for me.” 

His view flipped again to his face, curls stuck to his forehead, emitting the nastiest groans she’d ever heard from him, and she’d know he was trying to pretend his palm was playing the part of her cunt. They both, almost as if in sync, lulled their heads with aching wrists, voices hoarse and whining out to each other as the coils loosened and coated their hands in white cream. 

Luke panted heavily, eyelids heavy before tilting his head back to his screen, eyes scanning and capturing the pretty sight of his girlfriend’s naked chest rising and falling with glistening folds spread just for him, “Miss you so much, y/n. Three more days and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“You,” she panted with a lazy smile at him, picking up her phone to bring it closer to her face, “promise?” 

“I promise. Now get some sleep and I’ll call tomorrow.”

A New Judgement Chapter 13: Braiding Challah and Some Morning Snuggles (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.  Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 12.5.

Warnings: Smut below, not too graphic but there are hand necklaces and biting involved as well as talk of the loss of a loved one.

Nessa pulls up to Rhea's house after finally getting the groceries she promised. She turns off the car and sits there a moment trying to process what happened in the last hour or so. Nessa bites her lip deciding to not bring up the weird coffee shop experience and sends a message to the group text calling everyone out to help her bring in the groceries. One by one they all jog out of the house. Damien is out first and goes to hug Nessa, the rest of them surrounding her, hugging her in relief.

“We were so worried Nessa, we couldn’t get a hold of you and thought something happened.” Damian is the first to speak.

“I’m sorry,” Nessa says her voice muffled by Damian's chest and she wiggles trying to get some space and air. Everyone thankfully notices and takes a step back still surrounding Nessa.

“I’m so sorry guys, a storm came out of nowhere and I couldn’t see to safely drive so I parked and ran into the nearest building which was a coffee shop and there was like no service for some reason and I waited out the storm and then I forgot where I parked for a bit.” Nessa blushes, embarrassed at the admission.

“Then please next time ask someone to use their phone or even the business phone to just let us know you are ok and what is going on. Like Luis said we were worried sick!” Rhea gently pushes Nessa on her shoulder, the rest of them making sounds of agreement.

“Ok, I will I promise.” Nessa holds her hands up in surrender before gesturing towards the car.

“Can you guys please help me get the groceries in before they spoil? There is cold stuff in there and I want to get to starting dinner.” Damian kisses Nessa's forehead and hugs her one more time and Nessa can feel that he is relieved she is safe and can see the tension still in his body, in all their bodies they were so worried for her and she fills with guilt. Rhea grabs Nessa’s hand to stop her from going to help the boys carry in the groceries. Nessa looks at Rhea who shakes her head and kisses Nessa’s hand.

“Let them carry it in, I need some Nessa time. You promised to let me help you cook so let's go set up the kitchen while they bring everything in.” Rhea asks and Nessa nods and heads into the house pulling Nessa with her. The boys following behind grumbling.

“Hey, I thought you only went to the store for a few things,” Dominik complains loudly. Nessa looks over her shoulder as Rhea still continues to pull her along.

“We are here for a few days so I got a few day's worth of food for 3 grown ass men one of which doesn’t eat carbs, one that eats super healthy and constantly to keep up with his workouts, and you know how you eat; so I planned for those few days so everyone's dietary needs are met,” Nessa answers back yelping as Rhea pulls a little too hard on her arm bringing her through the doorway. Rhea looks guilty at hearing Nessa yelp.

“I’m sorry Bunny, I didn't mean to pull that hard!” Rhea apologizes and releases Nessa’s arm.

“It’s fine Dems, I know you didn’t mean to.” Nessa accepts the apology immediately and grabs Rhea's hand again and together they walk to the kitchen and the boys set all the bags on the counter. They all turn to walk away and Rhea clears her throat.

“Can you help us put this stuff up while we get started?” Rhea cocks her head and the boys grumble but they do as asked while Nessa sets aside the ingredients she needs.

“Ok, thank you.” Nessa grabs Dominik's hand and pulls him into a hug before placing a kiss on his lips and doing the same for Damian.

“Come here Luv?” Finn holds out his arms and Nessa steps into them wrapping her own around his waist. He tightens his arms around her, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear. “We are glad you are ok. I am glad you are ok,” He pats the back of her head before breaking the hold he has on her.

“Thank you Finny, If you guys are ok with it can you leave me alone with Dems for a while? I’ll bring you plates when it is done.” Nessa asks and informs them.

“No Nes call us we will get our own plates, you are cooking for all of us the least we can do is get our own plates.” Dominik shakes his head and the others make noises of agreement.

Nessa starts waving them away, “Fine but get out of my kitchen,” she continues to shoo them, not noticing the smile they were sharing with each other. Nessa waits until the boys are clear out of the kitchen before turning to Rhea.

“Ok, Dems start the oven then zest and juice the orange and then soak the raisins in the orange juice, I’ll start the noodles.” Nessa gently instructs as she starts to make the dough for Challah and sets it on top of the stove to proof while the Kugel bakes. Nessa grabs a few Lunchables from the fridge that she bought and sits down on the floor leaning against the counters facing the oven and pats the ground next to her for Rhea to join her.

“Come on Mami, we have about an hour or so before we braid the Challah and put it in when the Kugel is out. We will put the Kugel in the warmer while the bread bakes. I’ll have you braid it.” Nessa smiles and offers a Lunchable to Rhea who returns the smile and joins her on the floor grabbing the Lunchable.

“When we lose someone we love or anyone in general we say to each other and to family may their memory be for a blessing. We sit low on cushions or on the ground to signify how low our grief takes us and we eat stuff like cheese and fruit and talk about the memory of the one we lost. For immediate family we are supposed to stay home for a week after the funeral.” Nessa explains grabbing Rhea's hand and leaning her head on Rhea's shoulder. Nessa feels Rhea's body start to shake in silent sobs and Nessa runs her other hand up and down Rhea's arm in a calming gesture just letting her cry. After a few minutes, Rhea calms down and sniffles, laying her head on top of Nessa’s. “Tell me more about your Nonna sweetheart,” Nessa asks, squeezing Rhea's hand gently which Rhea returns by lifting their hands to her mouth and placing a kiss on the back of Nessa’s hand.

“She… She… She used to let me help her in the kitchen. Especially after I had a rough day with my self-worth and mean comments. Much like this actually.” Rhea starts off weak, her voice getting stronger.

“I’m glad I could do something to keep her memory alive. Tell me more if you would like?” Nessa prompts.

“How about we both share memories of people we lost… please,” Rhea asks and Nessa nods Rhea's head still laying on hers.

“Ok, when I lost my brother in January I was gutted. I went no contact because he couldn’t stay clean from drugs and was stealing from Mom. But I loved him, that was my brother and I had to mourn what we could have had as well as the life that was lost. When I was 16 he tried to sneak me out to a seedy tattoo place for us to get matching tattoos. We got busted and mom got so mad.” Nessa smiles at the memory, wiping away the stray tear that slid down her cheek.

“How old was he?” Rhea asked, picking her head back up and taking a good look at Nessa.

“24, so he knew bette,r” Nessa chuckles and meets Rhea's gaze. Nessa gently wipes away the tears on Rhea's face.

“My Nonna wasn’t surprised when I came home with my first tattoo and she actually was supportive of me getting it and calmed my parents down…” Rhea lets out a little giggle at the memory, resting her forehead on Nessa’s. Rhea closes her eyes like watching another memory and Nessa grabs her hand again.

“I remember my first year in NXT. She surprised me on my birthday by sending me a care box of my favorite sweets from home. She was always so thoughtful and I am going to spend the rest of my life missing her.” More tears fall down Rhea's face. Nessa moves to pull Rhea down and rests Rhea's head on her shoulder and wraps her arms around her.

“I know, sweet girl, but her memory lives on in you. Every time you breathe, think of her, in the inspiration you are for others like she was to you. She is still alive in that memory. It is up to those they leave behind to keep the memories alive and you do that with everything you do. I don’t know her but I do know how proud she must be of you for achieving your dreams and inspiring others to be themselves.” Nessa kisses the top of Rhea's head mirroring the comfort the woman in her arms has given her. Rhea sniffles and shuffles deeper into Nessa’s arms.

“This…this helps, thank you, Nessa,” Rhea scoots down in Nessa’s arms to rest her head on Nessa’s lap. Nessa runs her fingers through Rhea's hair, gently scratching her scalp. They stay like that for the rest of the hour trading stories of their lost loved ones until the timer goes off.

“Ok sweets let's get up and I’ll show you how to braid the Challah after I put the Kugel in the warmer to keep it ready.” Nessa gently slides Rhea's head off her lap, laughing when Rhea lets it thunk on the ground.

“Everything ok in there?” Comes Damiens worried voice.

“Yeah all good, Rhea decided to test the hardness of the floor with her head.” Nessa answers back while getting up, laughter coming from the living room as she helps Rhea up. Rhea gently grabs Nessa, both hands on either cheek and kisses her lips tenderly, and pecks her nose before letting her go. Blood rushes to Nessa’s face with affection.

“Are we going to talk after dinner Bunny?” Rhea asks softly as Nessa takes the dish out of the oven and puts it in the warming drawer. Nessa turns around still blushing and goes to stand next to Rhea at the counter.

“Yeah, I suppose it is time to give you all my decision. It is unfair to you all to not have an answer, especially because I’m the reason y'all haven’t had sex for what over a week?” Nessa shrugs, feeling guilty and embarrassed. Rhea shakes her head and just pulls Nessa towards her trapping her between the counter and herself. Nessa’s back against Rhea’s chest and Rhea leans down to whisper in her ear.

“That is not a problem and is not a bad thing or your fault Nes. Don’t give us an answer just because you feel bad or because you feel pressured for sex.” Rhea tells her seriously and squeezes her arms around Nessa’s waist.

“It's not because of that, I want to because…” Nessa stops when she hears Rhea take a sharp breath and nuzzle into her neck.

“I knew it.” Rhea quietly gloats, smiling into Nessa’s neck.

“Just keep it quiet till after dinner, there are still some things I need to discuss ok?” Nessa asks and Rhea nods and places a string of kisses on Nessa's neck making her breath catch in her throat. Nessa swallows a few times to gather herself and clears her throat. “Ok so let's get the Challah done, it'll take another hour and I’m getting hungry!” Nessa tries to move out of Rhea's arms only for Rhea to grunt, “Nuh uh”. Nessa sighs and shakes her head. “Menaces the lot of you…” Nessa can’t help but smile glad her back is to Rhea.

“So what do I do?” Rhea asks, reaching around Nessa. Nessa rolls her eyes and directs her on what to do, sometimes guiding her hands and helping as they cut and braid the Challah and add the egg wash. Rhea grabs the tray and turns around putting it in the oven, Nessa can’t help it, but she smacks Rhea's ass as she is bent over, a blush rushing to her face again as Rhea snaps back into a standing position and turns around her eyebrow raised. Rhea slowly steps towards Nessa who is already backed up against the counter. Rhea closes the gap between them and places her hands on either side of Nessa trapping her back against the counter.

“Now little girl, what was that?” Rhea’s voice drops and Nessa’s face gets even redder as she bites her lip.

“I mean it looked so inviting and delicious I couldn’t help myself…” Nessa squeaks out looking up at Rhea with wide eyes. Rhea smirks devilishly down at Nessa, grabbing her by the ass and lifting her onto the counter, Nessa instinctually wrapping her arms around Rhea's neck.

“I know you like rough play but you don’t know the game you are playing yet little girl. You don’t know how much I want you, how much we want you, and have come close to crossing that boundary. You’ve been such a good girl taking care of me and the boys this week,” Rhea gets even closer as she talks, her face close to Nessas, her voice sending shivers up Nessa’s spine.

Rhea scoots Nessa closer to the edge of the counter closer to her and Nessa wraps her legs around Rhea. Nessa leans closer and puts her lips to Rheas, feeling her soft lips move with hers, Nessa’s hand tangling in Rhea’s short hair making the woman moan and pull back.

“Oh no Bunny, if there is hair pulling I’ll be pulling yours.” Rhea rasps out knotting her hands in Nessa's hair and pulling her head back exposing her neck. Rhea wastes no time biting and sucking on Nessa’s neck, Nessa whimpers quickly becoming putty in Rhea’s hands.

There is a thunder of footsteps and Damian and Dominik run into the kitchen making Rhea separate from Nessa, a proud smirk on her face seeing the marks lining Nessa’s neck.

“Oh come on, that's not fair!” Dominik whines and Damian smirks and crosses his arms.

“What happened here Mariposa? I hear a thunk then all of a sudden you guys are making out?” Damian whines.

“She smacked my ass!” Rhea answers and Damian chuckles while Dom makes the oooh face.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” Damian chuckles and walks over gently grabbing Nessa’s chin and gently moving her head to look at the marks on her neck.

“I'll have to add to this, it is unfair that Rhea gets all the fun.” Damian says, the promise heavy in his voice and Nessa takes a shaky breath looking up at him. Damian meets her gaze and leans down about to kiss Nessa only for Rhea to pull him back and Nessa pouts.

“You can kiss later, it's my time right now and we are cooking dinner, so like she said get out of my kitchen.” Rhea playfully shoves a pouty Damian out of the kitchen, Dominik laughing and following him out. Once she is sure the boys are gone and hopefully out of earshot Rhea steps back to where Nessa is still sitting on the counter and stands between her legs again, hands gently resting on Nessa’s hips. “Are you ok Bunny?” Rhea asks, studying Nessa’s expression trying to read any potential discomfort. Nessa blushes and nods her head, wrapping her arms around Rhea's neck again.

Remembering Rhea asks for verbal confirmation Nessa answers, “Yes... Can you kiss me again?” Nessa asks, rubbing her nose on Rhea’s. Rhea lets out a noise between a huff and a chuckle at how much more innocent Nessa seems, clearly, she is a little, more bits and pieces falling into place making sense. More gently this time Rhea slides her hand up Nessa’s side, continuing until it is on the back of her neck, and pulls her close, melding their lips together, Nessa’s lips parting slightly allowing Rhea to maintain dominance. Nessa’s hands gripping Rhea's shirt at her shoulders, feeling Rhea’s tongue on her own, Nessa’s heart pounding in her chest. Rhea breaks the kiss first, resting her forehead on Nessa’s, both of them taking shallow breaths, their chests heaving with the effort.

“I uh… I think we should stop there for now, Bunny.” Rhea nearly whispers, swallowing trying to put some control back in her voice. Nessa whines, batting her eyelashes at Rhea silently asking for more. “Nessa, you haven’t told the others and I am afraid we won't stop if we continue, so, we stop there for now. We have plenty of time to continue.” Rhea kisses Nessa’s forehead and takes a step back, helping Nessa off the counter.

“Ok I guess that is fair…” Nessa can’t help but pout as Rhea starts cleaning up the kitchen and Nessa does the same, almost glad to busy herself to distract from the throbbing between her thighs. They clean the kitchen together, moving in sync with each other, no feeling of awkwardness between them, instead, it is the sexual tension from earlier, their actions playing on repeat in Nessa’s mind. They are nearly done when the timer for the bread goes off.

“I’ll get it Bunny, you’ve done most of the work.” Rhea kisses the top of Nessa’s head and turns, getting the bread out of the oven.

“Let it sit for about 10 minutes and we can plate everything up. I have a salad with chicken in the fridge for Finn, just give him a little scoop of the Kugel so he can try it since it is high in carbs. There are some other food options if you guys don’t like it. Kugel isn’t for everyone…” Nessa shrugs shyly, nervous about how they will like the food.

Rhea shakes her head and goes over to Nessa pulling her close and resting her chin on top of Nessa’s head. “It smells delicious and I am sure we will all love it. You need to have more confidence in yourself and your abilities.” Rhea orders gently swaying them back and forth.

“How much longer, I’m starving!” Dominik whines from the other room.

“A few more minutes Dom Dom be patient. I’ll bring it out when it is ready.” Nessa answers back.

“You mean you’ll call us when it is ready.” Finn hollers back.

It makes Nessa roll her eyes, “Uh… yeah sure” Nessa responds, jumping away from Rhea who tickled her side. Nessa swats away Rhea’s hands and goes over to the oven and slices up the bread and pulls out the tray of Kugel, Rhea grabs the plates and utensils. Nessa plates up the food and sets it on the counter before calling out for everyone to come and get it.

The boys all run in and see plates already ready all with different things on them. Nessa grabs the first plate and hands it to Finn. “I know you eat a low or no-carb diet so I only gave you a little of the Kugel and bread and the rest is a healthy chicken salad.” She smiles shyly as Finn takes the plate with a grateful smile.

“That is so sweet of you to do that, you didn’t have to.” He steps forward and kisses her forehead surprised she went through the trouble to prepare them all separate plates for their dietary needs. He smiles and turns away as Nessa blushes and heads back to the living room.

Damian grabs the plate Nessa holds out to him and steps forward placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Thank you Mariposa, you didn’t have to go through all the effort to make us all special plates we would have eaten whatever you made.” Damian gently strokes Nessa’s face for a moment before turning and joining Finn in the living room.

Dom smiles widely at Nessa and grabs the plate which was admittedly less healthy than his counterparts, playing on his sweet tooth though it was well portioned. “Thank you Mi Vida, I always love your cooking, you know that!” Dom steps forward and kisses Nessa much the same as Damian previously.

“I know that’s why I gave you a little more than the others, though not enough to wreck your diet, now go sit while Demi and I bring in our food.” Nessa shoos him away and smiles as he goes in for a second kiss before scurrying out the room avoiding Nessa swinging lovingly at him with the wooden spoon she picked up. Nessa shakes her head and sets it down, handing Rhea her plate and grabbing her own. Rhea follows Nessa and sits down on the floor in front of the couch where the boys are, Nessa in front of Damian's legs and Rhea in front of Dominiks.

“Why are you guys sitting down there, there is plenty of room on the chair or you can sit on our laps.” Damian offers wiggling his eyebrows.

“I think I am good down here guys, Nessa taught me this is a way to grieve and it kinda helps.” Rhea shrugs and takes a bite of the Kugel and closes her eyes letting out a moan, “You didn’t tell me it was going to be sweet.” Rhea takes another bite and does a little happy wiggle enjoying the taste of the food on her plate.

“This is really good Luv, thank you!” Finn takes another bite and smiles, the others making noises of agreement as they eat.

“This bread is delicious, you made this from scratch?” Damian asks, his mouth full and holding up a piece of the bread.

Nessa swallows her mouthful before answering and leans back on Damian's legs, laying her head back on his knees to look up at him upside down, “Yeah it is really easy and doesn’t have to proof for too long.” Nessa smiles up at Damian who uses his free hand to momentarily stroke Nessa’s cheek.

Damian notices that Nessa’s expression has changed to a look of worry. “What’s wrong Mariposa?” Damian strokes her cheek again.

Nessa’s eyes focus back and she picks her head back up and shakes it. “Nothing Luis, I just want to talk after dinner. There are some things I want to say to you all…” Nessa takes a nervous bite of her bread trying and failing to hide her shiver as Damian runs his fingers through her hair.

“There is no need to be nervous, Corazon, we accept your decision no matter what you say. Just eat Princesa, you’ve spent so much time cooking and taking care of us you need to eat now,” Dominik reassures her while trying to make sure she takes care of herself. She does as she is told, the rest of them eating their dinner in comfortable silence with the tv on for background noise. Once everyone is done eating, Nessa tries to get up to collect the dishes only for Damian to stop her by placing his hand on her shoulder before getting up and grabbing the plates, Dominik helping him. They come back in after a few minutes and join Nessa and Rhea on the floor, Finn doing the same, all of them sitting in a circle facing each other.

“The floor is yours Mariposa.” Damian smiles at his pun making the rest of the room groan. Nessa swallows nervously and taps on her knee.

“I … I have… I would like…” Nessa stutters her nerves making it impossible to say what she wants, the group looking at her patiently, Rhea reaching out to grab Nessa’s hand. Nessa pauses and takes a deep breath and tries again, “Uh… I want to be with you all, I… I’m all in.” Nessa says so quietly it is a whisper and they didn’t hear her. Trying to lean closer, Damian asks her to repeat what she said. “I’m in, I’m all in with you all with everything,” Nessa says a little louder, her face cherry red. Everyone sits back the way they were a moment ago, Finn looking happy, Dominik smiling from ear to ear and Damian looking smug.

“That is so good to hear Mariposa, are there any additional boundaries you wanted to discuss oh and we will need to have the kink discussion soon…” Damian claps then rubs his hands as Rhea pulls Nessa onto her lap. Nessa grabs Rhea’s hand for courage and plays with her fingers.

“If it would help I could, we could fill out a kink chart. And you can ask Dom, he knows a fair chunk of what I like and that could start that conversation.” Nessa offers to try and feel more comfortable with the conversation.

“And you mentioned you don’t know exactly what you need for aftercare. That is fine, we can figure it out together…” Damian promises with a smile, the rest nodding in agreement. Dominik scoots over and leans against Rhea and Nessa almost crying in relief that she is his again, that she is now properly theirs and he needs the physical contact. The others see this and converge all leaning or laying on one another as the conversation continues.

“It's not an additional boundary I want to discuss but more of an ask. I know for the last few weeks you all have not been able to be intimate with each other, at least where Rhea was concerned while we roomed together. I don't know what you did behind closed doors… Anyway if there is ever a time you want that with each other and I am not… I don’t want…” Nessa sighs trying to gather her train of thought before continuing, “If you want to have sex and I don’t want to please just let me know I won’t be upset and will give you the time you need…” Rhea's arms squeeze harder around Nessa’s waist, Dominik squeezes her thigh and Damian sighs in mock annoyance.

“It isn’t a problem the last two weeks Mariposa, you were, are learning us just as we are learning you. We aren’t going to ask you to leave just so we can have sex that isn’t fair to you, that is something we can figure out organically. So don’t go and feel bad about that.” Damian explains.

“Yeah, we aren't always having sex either, a lot of times it is just nice to relax and cuddle like this,” Finn adds on and for emphasis throws himself on Damian's lap. Nessa relaxes more and laughs at Finn's antics.

“So Mamita, since you have agreed to join us does that mean that sex is back on the table?” Damian halfway jokes wiggling his eyebrows and blood rushes to Nessa’s face remembering what happened the previous week. The group erupts in laughter, Nessa laughing along because the genuine happiness they are exuding is contagious. ____________________________________________________________________________

Nessa and Rhea are in the middle laying down on the couch cushions they pulled off the couch and laid it out so as to be enough pillows for all of them. Damian is lying next to Nessa, Dominik on Rhea's other side. Finn shimmies in between Nessa and Rhea forcing them apart and making Rhea spoon him and he flips Nessa over so he can spoon her, “Hold me asshats,” Finn grumbles and Damian scoots closer and throws his arm over the both of them his face close to hers. The two of them smiling softly at each other.

“Hi.” She mouths to him.

He smiles wider, answering back, just as silently, “Hi Hermosa,” he lays his head on his free arm using it as a pillow. Nessa reaches out grabbing Damian’s shirt to pull him closer and closes her eyes, getting more comfortable and falling asleep to the sounds of her various partners already snoring, Dominiks being the most pronounced.

The next morning Nessa wakes up under a pile of limbs feeling the most refreshed she has in a long time having actually slept through the night. She opens her eyes and cranes her neck seeing Finn’s beard that tickles her face she scrunches it up and tries to wiggle back only to back into Damian and making both men groan, Finn pulling her back to his chest and Damian practically rolling on top of them smooshing Nessa between them.

“It’s too early to be up, go back to sleep Mariposa…” Damian's deep voice still thick with sleep orders and Finn hums in agreement.

Rhea picks up her head and looks at the clock on the wall and groans plopping her head back down, “It’s 10 am we haven’t slept this late in a long time.” Rhea groans and squeezes Dom’s hand to make sure he wakes up too.

“So we have the week off, basically we can afford to sleep in.” Damian responds, his eyes still closed. Nessa wiggles trying to create some room but her breath catches feeling their hard cocks on either side of her. Finn realizes first and places a gentle kiss on Nessa’s head.

“Sorry Luv,” He apologizes before being the first to leave the cuddle pile. With Finn’s spot vacant Rhea reaches out and pulls Nessa to her chest Damian scoots along resuming their closeness, Rhea’s arm around Nessa’s waist. Damian pulls her head to his, their lips meeting sweetly in little pecks progressively getting more sensual, Nessa gently tugging on Damian's hair making him growl in response, and he pulls Nessa's leg over his hip so his erection is now pressing against her, her sleep shorts and his underwear the only barrier between them.

Rhea runs her hands up and down Nessa’s body biting and sucking more marks onto her neck and shoulder making her moan as Rhea slides her hand under Nessa’s shirt gently playing with her breasts and making Nessa moan into Damian's mouth, parting hers to give him entrance. His own hands roam her body, ending up on her ass and hiking her further onto his hip.

Dominik is kissing Rhea much the way Rhea is kissing Nessa and he pauses, “Mami can I have a taste, please” Dominik begs, wanting to feel his lips against any part of Nessa. Rhea hums against Nessa’s shoulders, biting down and leaving another mark making Nessa break the kiss with Damian to moan, throwing her head back onto Rhea.

“Bunny can Dominik have a turn kissing you, I think he has been a good boy,” Rhea asks, peppering kisses on Nessa's soft plump lips. Nessa nods and Rhea scoots back allowing Dominik to climb over her, Nessa rolling over to face Dominik, Damian taking the opportunity to slide off Nessa’s shirt and kiss up her back as Dominik captures Nessa's lips, his shaky hand raising up to rest on Nessa’s face. He places kisses down Nessa’s jaw and the other side of her neck which has yet to be marked by any of them.

He barely gets a mark on her neck before Rhea pulls him away from Nessa, "Now, please Mami while I get Bunny ready for Papi." Rhea orders Dominik and maneuvers her body to give Dominik access while she continues to kiss and mark up Nessa, sliding her fingers into Nessa's cunt, Rhea gasping in pleasure as Dominik uses his own mouth and fingers to do as he was told.

“Is this ok Mariposa?” Damian asks, as he rolls her onto her back so Rhea still has access to her cunt, and he can resume marking up her chest and playing with her nipples enjoying the noises spilling from her lips. She only manages to nod her head but the silence makes them all pause, Rhea pulling her finger away from Nessa. “Words Mariposa, we need words.” Damian growls, a reminder.

“Yes, please don’t stop,” Nessa whimpers. Rhea and Damian share a look and smile at each other, an unspoken agreement forming.

“Dom, lay on your back let me take my pleasure from you while Papi pleases our Bunny.” Rhea grabs Dominik by the hair and pulls him back up, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips before shoving him on his back, and quickly getting undressed and straddling him, guiding his cock inside her the both of them moaning as Rhea moves her hips and rides him while next to them Damian is getting similar sounds out of Nessa.

Damian kisses down Nessa’s body, biting and sucking, Nessa arching her back as he does so on her thigh making her spread her legs for him. Damian wastes no time burying his face between her thighs licking at her clit and using his fingers to help get her ready. Nessa moans and writhes, grabbing a fist full of his hair which he takes as encouragement adding another finger making Nessa moan again, her breathing getting more shallow.

Damian feels her clench around his fingers and he stops licking her for a moment, “Good girl Mariposa, cum for me.” He tells her and returns to pleasing her with his tongue. Nessa whines as she cums around his fingers. Her own fingers were still tangled in his hair. Damian licks up at the increased wetness savoring her taste.

Damian starts to lick and bite back up Nessa’s body as she glances over to see Rhea still riding Dom, their faces scrunched up in pleasure, one of Rhea's hands pinning Dom's hands above his head the other pressing on his chest for leverage. They disappear from Nessa’s view as Damian turns her head to access the part of her neck not marked up and proceeds to add his own marks before returning to Nessa’s lips. His hand travels back down to her cunt and slides his fingers back in, Nessa arching her back, her chest momentarily rubbing against Damian's. It is at that moment the conversation from the coffee shop pops into her head.

“Papi. please.” Nessa begs bucking up against his hand.

“Please what Mariposa?” He answers back gently biting at her neck, his cock grazing across her thigh as he moves his fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

“Please just fuck me…” She begs her breath catching in her throat. Damien groans into her neck, using every bit of his strength to control himself so as to not hurt her, not knowing what she needs yet. He lines himself up and gently pushes in, careful to let her adjust to his size and pressing his lips to hers tenderly. Even when his full length is inside her he moves slowly and carefully, while it feels good it annoys Nessa, she wants more and decides to do something about it. She slightly turns her face away from his kiss and pulls on his hair making him expose his neck. She leans up and bites down, hard, making Damian shudder and groan. Nessa moves her mouth to his collarbone and bites down hard again this time a coppery taste touches her tongue. She lays her head back down on the pillow satisfied with the marks she made. Damien looks at her shocked, his pupils blown with lust. He leans down by her ear, his thrusts speeding up and getting more forceful.

“If that's how you want to play it, Mariposa, so be it.” He growls in her ear before capturing her lips in a possessive, bruising kiss while rutting into her, one hand loosely wrapped around her throat, bracing himself on that elbow, his other hand goes back to rubbing her clit as he fucks her. He keeps up the pace for several minutes until he feels her cunt begin to spasm around his cock, her orgasm rushing through her, her skin flushing red all over her body. He continues his pace prolonging her orgasm and chasing his own until he shudders and bites down on Nessa’s shoulder like she did his, as he finishes inside her.

Damian stays there for a moment collecting himself and watching Nessa’s expression. Her chest heaves with the effort to breathe but she is smiling which ensures Damian that she is ok. He sweetly kisses her forehead before rolling off from on top of her and pulling her to his chest and holding her. “Are you ok Mariposa? Was that too much? What do you need?” Damian asks rapidly, wanting to make sure she is ok as he holds her to his chest, Nessa’s hand resting on his chest next to her head. Nessa nods her head and swallows trying to find strength to talk and collect her thoughts, her body trembling slightly still.

“I’m ok, that was, that was wonderful and just hold me please.” She quietly answers, partly muffled by Damian's chest. They do hear her however and all scoot over surrounding her in the cuddle pile again. “Did you guys just lay there when you were done waiting for us to finish?” Nessa asks, a little more strength in her voice and she feels Rhea laugh against her.

“Yes, this does happen fairly often, and that's what we do so we can all give each other what we need afterward.” Rhea answers. Nessa feels someone play with her hair.

They lay like that for a while before Damian clears his throat, “This probably should have been discussed before but we got carried away, are you on birth control? I’m sorry to ask like this but we did discuss that in the boundaries…” He kisses Nessa’s head as she jumps hearing thumps from the kitchen.

“Relax Mi Vida, Finn is making us breakfast. He does that when he doesn’t participate if we have sex in the morning.” Dominik soothes Nessa reaching over and squeezing her shoulder.

“Yeah, I have an IUD, it’s still good, I am due to have it replaced in a few months.” Nessa explains craning her neck to look up at Damian. She starts to fidget and wiggle and Damian shakes his head and breaks the embrace and slides into a sitting position.

“Go to the bathroom, Nes you clearly need to and we don’t want you to get a UTI, the same goes for you, Rhea.” He orders gently running his fingers through Nessa’s hair when she pouts at the loss of contact but stays laying down because Rhea pulled her to her chest spooning her.

“But comfy…” Rhea mutters into Nessa’s hair, Dominik hums in agreement.

“I know Nessa is comfortable but your health comes first, now, let her go and both of you go to the bathroom.” Damian orders. Nessa wiggles out of Rhea's grasp for Rhea to whine at the loss of heat. Nessa leans over and kisses Rhea, then Dom, then she straddles Damian momentarily and kisses him again before jumping up and going to the bathroom.

Rhea giggles watching Nessa run naked through her house to the bathroom.

"Well that was unexpected," Rhea comments, getting up herself wrapping the blanket around her and continues, "Tonight I'll see if she will fill out the kink chart so we know for sure what is ok and not." Rhea struts away from them Dom still laying on the floor and Damian leaning against the couch sitting up. Damian opens his arms for Dominik who crawls over and sits on his lap.

“She let me kiss her and would have let me do more if Mami would let me,” Dominik pouts, laying his head on Damian's shoulder. Damian wraps his arms around Dom's waist.

“Yes she would have, but we don’t want to do too much too fast, she is still hurt from what happened Dom. We didn’t stop you out of being stingy but to protect both of you. I think it was almost too much for her; she nearly went nonverbal.” Damien explains rubbing up and down Dom’s arm.

“If she is moving and nodding and whimpering it’s ok, it's when she nods but no sound at all is when she shuts down.” Dom explains.

“Where did the biting come from? Did she do that with you?” Damien asks trying to understand how the girl who blushes when he flirts suggestively, she just bites down, did she know that is one of his kinks?

“No not really, she did bite me a bit but never like that,” Dominik answers, kissing the bruises on Damian's neck and making him moan again.

“Oy no more fucking, breakfast is almost done go get dressed the girls are already in here helping me!” Finn hollers out from the kitchen. Damian sighs and pats Dominik’s thigh who gets up, Damian does the same and stretches the two of them going to get ready for the day.

pairing: lewis hamilton x Wolff!fem!reader

author’s note: GOD this might be awful but please keep in mind that it’s my first story :) WILL most probably go through major adjustments.

summary: in which her father, Toto Wolff, has always told her to stay away from the young drivers. He never said anything about the older ones though…

warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, masturbation(f), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, age-gap, praise kink, bit of choking.

Being the daughter of a Formula 1 Team Principal never failed to be exciting.

Always VIP treatment, lots of traveling to beautiful countries, numerous job opportunities and getting to meet famous people. You were always grateful for your privileged life but never took advantage of it in a selfish way, although you enjoyed the things it had to offer from time to time. You always refused being treated differently just because of your status. You just weren’t that type of person. You liked working for the things you desired. Your adventurous side always loved a challenge, and that was also the thing your father admired and feared the most about you.

He always encouraged this side of you, ever since you were a kid. If you wanted to learn how to skate, he’d buy you a skateboard. If you spontaneously wanted to spend the next 3 months away from home in another country, he’d book your flight. One day you showed up at his office to show him your first tattoo. You always said you’d never get a tattoo, you didn’t think it would look good on you. But one day you randomly found yourself in front of a tattoo salon and couldn’t resist the curiosity. Your father was never a big fan of tattoos, but he laughed anyway, called you crazy and snapped a few pictures of the tattoo before sending them to your mom.

Toto didn’t have a lot of rules for you. He always told you “Just don’t get yourself in jail, maybe.”. But the most important and unwritten rule was “never involve yourself with the young drivers.”.

He thought they were immature boys and walking red flags, although he deeply respected them for performing in such a dangerous sport as Formula 1. You, on the other hand were never interested in any of them anyway. You befriended a few of the drivers, sometimes partied with them, but no one really caught your interest. No one besides Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis was your father’s most prized possession in the team. 7 times World Champion (or 8 if you ask me), a genuine person, an expert in what he was doing and the best he could get.

Lewis Hamilton emanated power everywhere he went. He always took his work and image very seriously, always told it as it was and his charming personality never failed to impress everyone in the room. Even the drivers looked up to him, hoping to one day be as great as him. Your first encounter with him was when you were only 15 years old, and to say that you were immediately intimidated by him was an understatement.

The nervousness you constantly felt when you were around him was originally a reaction to all the things you heard about the driver. But as time passed, you found yourself intimidated for others reasons. Maybe it was because you were a teenager and your hormones were going crazy, or because of all the books and fanfiction you used to read at that time, but you couldn’t take your eyes away from him anymore. Everything about him drew you in. His tall and muscular body, his numerous tattoos that gave him a dangerous and playboy vibe, his soothing but rough voice adorned with the most beautiful british accent, his braided hair and smooth skin… That man was basically sex on legs. One of God’s finest pieces.

He instantly took a very protective role in your life. To him, you were basically a child, especially due to the big age-gap between you. But you were also his boss’s daughter so he naturally felt the need to protect you.

Now, at 23, you managed to keep a close friendship with the driver. He was always there if you needed advice for something, always there to rant to about your crazy life and always there for a good time. You spent a lot of vacations with him and his friends. Went to a lot of road trips, skateboard dates, dinner or breakfast dates, countless movie nights, sometimes just the two of you. And although your crush on him never went away, in fact the adoration and attraction only deepened, he not once tried anything with you. He always kept things friendly between you two, decent.

And it frustrated the shit out of you. Sometimes you would catch him staring at you, or even touching you for a minute longer, but never more than that. And you slowly began losing hope that one day he’d see you as more than a friend and his boss’s daughter.

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It’s Friday night. Since you didn’t have any plans for today and were bored out of your mind, you decided to call Lewis to ask if he would go out with you tonight. He apologized and told you that he wasn’t really feeling like doing anything crazy tonight, but insisted that you could come over and spend time together, maybe watch a movie or something. You accepted immediately.

So here you were now, 1AM in his living room, with your head on his lap and eyes closed. You didn’t mean to fall asleep really, but your fucked up sleep schedule was beginning to take a toll on you, making you doze off at very random times. Plus, the way his hand was mindlessly running through your hair felt too good.

You slowly open your eyes when you feel Roscoe licking at your hand. With a groan, you try to sit up and take in everything that’s going on. How long have you been asleep for? “Suits” is still playing on the TV, the room is almost dark except for the light of the television, Roscoe is sitting by the couch, looking back at you with his tongue hanging out, and Lewis is on his phone, probably reading through his emails.

“Thought you’d never wake up.” He chuckled, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.

“I’m so sorry, Lewis.” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands in hope of getting rid of the sleepiness and the headache you just woke up with. “I didn’t mean to, lately I’ve been having trouble with sleep. Maybe it’s because of school, I don’t know. My schedule doesn’t really allow me a healthy bed time anymore.”

He looks worried as he reaches out to you, shaking your arm a little.

“You can sleep here if you want. It’s late, you’re obviously very tired. I don’t want you driving back home in this state.” He proposes.

“Yeah? I can?” You chuckle, placing your hand on his. Your stomach flutters when you feel his soft, warm skin.

He looks rather angelic in the low light. His eyes are shiny but tired, his lips look soft and juicy, and his body is comfortably spread on the sofa.

“You know you can, bunny.”

Bunny. He loves to call you that. Ever since you were a teenager, he’d always call you that. You found it cute.

“Okay, then. Can I borrow some clothes, though? These jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world to be honest.” You say, getting up from the couch.

“Yeah, sure.”

You follow him to the guest room. The bed looks cozier than ever, and you quickly find yourself hopping into it, groaning at the feeling of the comfortable and soft mattress. Lewis laughs and leaves you for a moment, but comes back a few seconds later, throwing some clothes on the bed beside you.

“Got you a shirt and some pants. But I’m not sure the pants are gonna fit though. You’re… a lot smaller than me for sure.” He spoke, crossing his arms to his chest. “Sorry.”

“No, Lewis. It’s all good.” You giggle, waving your arm lazily. “Thank you.”

You take a moment to look at him again. He has a soft smile on his face and his body is leaning against the door frame, the dim light in the room accentuating the muscles in his arms. He looked huge. And delicious.

Jesus.

“Good night.” He gently whispered. You say it back and then he finally leaves the room, leaving you all alone. And frustrated.

With a deep sigh, you grab the clothes he gave you and inspect them a little. A simple tie dye t-shirt(he loves these), and a pair of shorts, probably the smalest he had in his wardrobe. And they still looked big. Making a decision, you throw the pants on a chair and only keep the t-shirt, then start to change out of your clothes.

Once that was done, you floop back on the bed and check your phone real quick, before turning off the lights and pulling the blanket over your body.

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You woke up sweaty. With a groan, you quickly pull the covers off your hot body to try and get some air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the massive headache you just woke up with already makes you irritated.

Stretching your body a little, you reach for the phone sitting on the nightstand to check the time. 4AM.

“God dammit.” You curse under your breath, rubbing your face with your palm.

You could feel the faint smell of Lewis’s cologne on the t-shirt he gave you. Le Labo’s Rose 31, his favorite. Biting your lip, you bring the material to your nose and inhale the scent. A moan almost escaped you. You could basically feel him, it was like he was in the room with you again. And that definitely didn’t help your current state.

You start wondering what he might be doing right now. He’s probably sound asleep, spread on his king sized bed with nothing but his boxers on, quietly snoring, like he always does. You wish you were there to see him. Admire him. Touch his skin.

Subconsciously, you let your hand travel down your chest and under the shirt, touching at your hot skin. A shiver hits you, and you curiously start to feel around your stomach with your fingers. With eyes closed, you imagine Lewis touching you like that.

It wasn’t unusual for you to think about him like that. But in your defense, you just couldn’t help it. Everything about him felt masculine. His energy, his body, his voice, his gestures. He was basically the man you always dreamed of having, even for one night. You always wondered what he would be like in bed.

Maybe he’d whisper softly in your ear, call you “sweetheart”, take his time on making you feel good, praising you for how good you are for him. How good you take him. Or maybe, he’d manhandle you, make you do whatever he asks, put you in any position he wants while choking you with his big arms and mockingly slapping your face, degrading you for being such a whore, as his cock would slide in and out of you at an abusive pace, making your juices drip out of you with every deep, harsh thrust.

You don’t even remember the exact moment your fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties. You were definitely soaked, the wetness making a faint noise everytime your middle finger would flick at your pussy down to your enterance. A needy whimper escapes you. You needed more.

With the other hand, you quickly grab at your boobs, softly massaging them one by one and pulling on your sensitive nipples. It was all too much but still not enough. The material of your panties was drenched at this point, so you quickly moved them aside.

Circling your awaiting hole a few times, you insert a finger inside slowly.

“Mm, fuck.” You moan, hiding your face into the pillow so you could hopefully hide the sounds you were making.

You imagined Lewis doing this to you. Sitting between your thighs so he can have a clear image of your creamy pussy as he is pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’d have his mouth on you from time to time, sucking your clit harshly and moving his tongue from one hole to the other. His deep brown eyes would never leave your figure, trying to take in every single inch of you and memorize it, so he can always remember how desperate and ruined he makes you.

“Such a pretty pussy. U’re doing so good for me.” He’d praise.

The squelching sound of your cunt momentarily takes you off the trance. Your hand is wet and you’re working one more finger inside of you now, as your other hand desperately rubs at your sensitive button. You can’t believe you’re doing this in Lewis’s house, especially when his room is so close to yours, but you shamelessly don’t care enough about that right now, not when you’re so close to your orgasm.

“Mphh, Lewis…” You cry out, eyes shut.

As your back arches off the mattress, you start scissoring the fingers inside your pussy faster. You gasp for air as your legs begin to shake violently, your swollen clit throbbing uncontrollably. You moan louder than expected as you come all over your fingers, and the thought of Lewis hearing your needy sounds almost excites you more.

After a few moments, you remove the fingers from your pussy. You needed a shower so bad, maybe it would wash away the shame you were feeling at the pit of your stomach. Were you too loud? Did he hear how pathetic you’ve been, just from his scent and a few scenarios of him fucking you with his mouth and fingers?

Sitting up, you scrunch your face in disgust at the feeling of your drenched and cold underwear. You curse in your head for not taking them off early on. What the fuck were you supposed to wear now?

Deciding to swallow your shame, you finally get up from the bed to make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing your hands twice with the expensive soap bar, you look into the mirror to see just how messy you really were. Your cheeks were flushed, your mascara was smudged, skin was glowy with sweat and your hair looked like a bird nest. Basically, it was as if you had just taken part in a gangbang.

With a sigh, you take off your panties and run them through the water, trying to wash away the sin you had just committed. Getting lost in thoughts, your stomach almost startles you as it begins to growl loudly. The little amount of energy you had left and now you felt hungry, and incredibly thirsty. Balancing your options, you wonder if you should leave the room to go get something to eat from the kitchen. Your panties were still wet and you couldn’t imagine wearing them now, but you knew you’d never be able to fall asleep again if your stomach constantly demanded food. Plus, drinking tap water was never an option.

“Fuck.”

Slipping your underwear back on, you inspect yourself in the mirror a little and pull on Lewis’s t-shirt, making sure that it covers enough, just in case.

The whole penthouse is silent as you walk to the kitchen. A few lights are still on, but that’s just how Lewis prefers it. You assume Roscoe is in his room fast asleep as well, because you don’t run into him on your way. Opening the fridge, you immediately grab a bottle of water and place it on the counter, before scanning for some food. The indian takeout boxes were really calling your name right now, so you grabbed two of them before closing the door with your foot.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You almost drop the boxes from your hands when you hear his voice. Turning around, you find him staring at you, with a little smirk on his face.

“You almost shit your pants, bunny. Did I scare you?” He laughs, approaching you.

“Jesus, Hamilton. Almost gave me a heart attack, could’ve died right here on your kitchen floor.” You exhaled, dropping the boxes on the table and placing a hand on your chest, trying to see if your heart was still beating.

“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again.” He chuckles and briefly massages your shoulders, before pushing past you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After he takes a few sips, he speaks again. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You bite back, drinking from your own water, almost gulping down the whole thing.

The thought of what you just did a few moments ago creeps into your head again, and you suddenly wish the ground would swallow you. What if he heard? You get self conscious remembering that you’re only wearing his shirt and your destroyed pair of panties that were still wet and uncomfortable, so you pull on the hem to hopefully try and cover yourself as much as possible.

His top lip twitches for a second, then he smiles and shrugs. “Was thirsty.”

He looked absolutely delicious now, with nothing on but a pair of grey shorts and his braids down. His abs were shining underneath the dim lights, and all you wanted right now really was to drop down on your knees and lick them. You couldn’t look further down though, you feared you might pass out if you saw the imprint of his dick in his pants.

You had the opportunity to take a peek, though. Multiple times. Especially on race weekends, when he would just grab his dick in his hand and struggle to readjust himself through the racing suit before hopping in the car. You knew he was big. You fantasized about how he would feel on your tongue, heavy and large. About how he would fuck your throat rough, making you choke on his cock. About how he would hardly be able to slide into your tight, warm pussy, but when he would finally make it, he’d rip you apart with it until you were left a crying, overstimulated mess.

“Why are you so red, bunny? Are you ill?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

When you finally snap out of your filthy thoughts, he’s already in front of you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand, looking concerned.

“N-no.” You almost sound unsure, your voice cracking a little.

“No?” He shakes his head, cupping your flushed cheeks in his hands.

You couldn’t make eye contact with him, even though you knew he was intently watching you. He was so close that there was almost no space to breathe anymore, and you couldn’t take it, so you hesitantly backed off.

A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face though, and he quickly looked you up and down before grabbing a fork and digging into the food left on the table. You just stood there, petrified. No thoughts behind your eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He spoke again.

Well, the hunger disappeared, that’s for sure.

You shake your head then clear your throat. “Not hungry anymore. I think I’ll just go back to bed.”

“Hm.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, so you grab the bottle of water and make your way past him, whispering a “good night” softly. After a few seconds, he speaks again.

“Maybe this time you’ll be able to get some sleep instead of moaning my name while you’re touching yourself.”

Your stomach drops. Maybe you’re imagining things. Maybe you’ve gone crazy. But there’s no way this was happening right now. This can’t be real.

You’re stuck in your place for a few moments, calculating your possibilities of escape. Throwing yourself out the window sounds like a good idea now. But you feel cornered, and you can’t think of what to do or say. You were doomed, for sure. But you choose to play dumb instead, so you anxiously turn to him and speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been asleep the whole time.”

He says nothing, and that worries you even more.

Then he throws the fork in the sink and finally faces you. He lifts his eyebrows and leans on the counter, with his arms folded to his chest.

“No, you weren’t.” He spoke. “Come here.” He gestures with his hand.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to listen to him and get closer.

“Please don’t tell dad.” You beg. There was no point in denying anymore. He knew.

He chuckles then, and furrows his brows, looking at you funny. God, you just wish all this would be over already. It felt humiliating.

“You think I’d tell Toto about how his daughter is pleasuring herself to the thought of me?”

His words come out as a whisper as he carefully moves a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know…”

“What were you thinking about?”

You finally get the courage to look into his eyes then. You’re not sure you heard him right.

“What?”

“I think you heard me just right, princess. What were you thinking about when you had these pretty fingers deep inside your pussy?” He asks, lifting your hand and pressing a few kisses to your fingers.

A whine almost escapes your mouth while you’re watching it happen. You’ve never heard Lewis talk like that, especially towards you, and it both sexually frustrated you as well as made you impossibly shy. A deep shade of red is present on your face and you seriously don’t know if you should just risk it all and tell him about your little fantasies or act dumb about it.

“Y/n”

You snap out of it. “I-I don’t know what to say, Lewis. This is so humiliating.” You sigh deeply, covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, hey.” He shushed you, pulling you into his arms. He smelled so good, and his skin felt hot pressed against yours, even with the t-shirt you were wearing as a barrier. “No need for that, bunny. It’s just me.” His words come out as a whisper as he is moving his hand up and down your back. “…Just us.”

Lifting your head slowly, you look into his eyes and bite your lip. This was all you ever wanted. For him to want you back. And now that he finally hinted that he might be into you in that way, had you at a loss of words and action.

Fuck it, you thought. It’s been too long. Too much time spent on secretive glances, crushing, overthinking, masturbating to the thought of him. Maybe you could finally get something out if it.

“I was thinking of you… Touching me.”

“Good girl. How was I touching you, hm?” The praise goes straight to your core as his head falls to your neck to press a few wet kisses, and you swore you could die right there on the spot. His hands squeeze your waist a little before traveling down to your ass, massaging patiently, waiting for you to respond to his question.

You moan at the action, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you like that. In a second, he lifts you up by your thighs and you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist. He sits you on the counter then positions himself between your bare legs. His warm hands touch the insides of your thighs, making your breath hitch. You still can’t believe this is happening.

“You look so good in my clothes…” He mumbles, lifting one of his hands to your shirt and squeezing your skin a little. When he reaches your breasts, he squeezes harder.

“Mm… Lewis…” You whine pathetically, waiting for more.

“That’s what you were moaning a few minutes ago, baby?”

You look up to find him staring at you intently with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. His eyes were darker, full of lust. You enjoy having him like this, you realized. A man, the man you dreamed about, about to pleasure you.

“Yes.” You confess sincerely, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’re such a naughty girl…” He whispers, touching your soft cheek with his finger.

His other hand starts wondering further underneath your shirt, and you find yourself opening your legs wider, waiting desperately for his touch. You can feel one of his fingers pressing against your clit only a few seconds later, and you can’t help but moan already. He rubs tight, circular circles on your sensitive button and groans, pushing your body back. You lean back and let him lift your legs on the counter.

“Shit, bunny. You look so delicious right now."

He reaches the band of your underwear and pulls on it urgently, leaving you bare in front of him. Normally you'd get self conscious everytime a man saw you naked, but for some reason that wasn't the case now. The desire to have Lewis eat you out was much bigger than any insecurity you may have. You grow impatient already just thinking about it and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. He notices.

“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy.”

“Please.” You say immediately, eager to feel his tongue on your most sensitive spot.

He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and gets on his knees, holding onto your shaky legs. You played this scenario in your head over and over again so many times, and you craved to see it finally happen. You really need to see him.

Standing up a little, you think you might just pass out. There he was, propped between your legs, licking a fat stripe of your pussy. He makes eye contact then and moans, connecting his lips to your puffy clit and sucking, hard.

Your body twitches on instinct and you whimper, pushing your needy pussy into his face. He moans and starts licking up and down your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you from time to time.

“Yes… Just like that.” You manage to say.

He’s hungrily lapping at your cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days, collecting all your sweet essence with his eager mouth. You can’t help but yelp a little when you feel two of his thick, long fingers pushing inside your tight pussy. It stings a little, but he doesn’t let you adjust, instead he pushes them deeper and curls them, making your eyes roll and your jaw drop.

“Oh my god." You gasp, arching your back so hard that you think it might break in half. His mouth is still attached to your sensitive clit, pressing torturous licks on it.

He pulls away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers push in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were glued to your pussy, like he was hypnotized by the sight. And he was. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and you think you’d never seen something hotter in your entire life.

“Look at you, baby… Hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making for me? You’re so fucking wet.” He humms and gives your puffy clit a sharp slap, fucking his fingers faster inside you.

You scream his name, like you always dreamed of doing. You’re desperately trying to hump his hand to get more, already feeling the familiar tightness in your lower stomach building rapidly. He doesn’t like that, so he quickly pushes your hips down with his free hand, keeping you in place. You don’t get to protest, because then he curls his fingers right on your g-spot, having your body tense immediately. You’re almost breathless and trashing your tiny body on his counter, and when he gets his hand on you and starts to flick your clit with rapid movements, you know you’re done for.

“That’s it. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.”

You don’t hear anything for a few seconds after that. Your ears are tingling, your toes are curling and your whole body is shaking violently. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers.

While you’re busy trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, a bit slower now, and he reattached his mouth to your pussy, licking it slowly.

Feeling overstimulated, you immediately jerk away from his touch, twitching uncontrollably.

“N-no… too much!” You whimper, pushing his head back.

“Mm.” He slowly removes his fingers, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. He’s chasing a trail of cum that your pussy is pushing out with his tongue and moans. “Such a sweet pussy. Sweetest I’ve ever had.” He praises.

You don’t say anything. Mostly because you can’t. Your whole body feels like jelly, still shaky from the powerful orgasm you just had. But you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. No, he gets up and grabs your chin forcefully, smashing your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin and your pussy leak. Again.

When he finally pulls away, he takes a moment to look at your fucked out expression and humms, licking his lip.

“Was it good, bunny?” A smirk creeps out on his face.

“Yes…” You reply, the shyness taking place in you again as you batt your eyelashes at him.

“Good…” He whispers softly, tugging slowly on your bottom lip. “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

God, the things this man makes you feel. He just fucked you stupid with his mouth and fingers and now he wants to fuck your pussy? It had to be a dream.

You want to take advantage of this moment for as long as you can.

“Fuck me, Lewis. I want it.”

The way you just look up at him so innocently but so seductive at the same time, with lips swollen, slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, makes his dick twitch. It isn’t the first time he’s rock hard for you though. No. You never knew this, but he had his eyes on you too. For the past few months, at race weekend, everytime he’d see you, you’d have him losing his mind. Walking around in short skirts and crop tops, or those lovely sundresses you adore so much. It made his dick throb, and he had to make up some excuses a few times just to run back to his driver’s room and touch himself. But he wasn’t only attracted to you because of those things. Your energy captivated him completely, and he knew he wasn’t the only one dreaming about having you. He wasn’t blind, nor stupid. He saw the way the other younger drivers or random people in the pit crew looked at you. How they smiled at you or tried to make you laugh, subtly touching you. It made him feral.

Toto was his boss. They go way back. Lewis admired your father, in many ways, and the bond they formed through working together was tight, for sure. He knew about the stupid rule he had for you, about dating or messing around with the drivers, and he respected that. Up until recently, when he started looking at you in a different light, and the rule suddenly frustrated him deeply. He never had a problem staying away from you. The need to protect you was the only thing on his mind. Then he started to finally see you.

How smart you were, how much joy you bring when you walk into a room. How everyone stops to look or listen to you when you talk. How adventurous you are and openly emotional without a care about what other people might think of you. The way you’re always there for people, the warmth you possess. Your unintentional seductiveness. Your charm.

Now, he had you exactly where he wanted. He wasn’t sure at first if he should tell you that he heard your sweet sounds when you masturbated to the thought of him, but he became desperate. All he needed was confirmation that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. And he got it. He wasn’t gonna let you slip away this time. And he was done thinking about how complicated the situation is with your father.

Grabbing at your hand, he helps you get off the counter. You look at him confused, scared that he might realize that everything was a mistake and he’d changed his mind. But the thought quickly vanishes when he starts kissing your neck and nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt with his hands.

“I’m not gonna fuck you in a kitchen. My sweet baby deserves a bed, no?” His raspy voice sends goosebumps on your skin and you nod, letting him walk you backwards to his room, as he finally manages to get rid of the only material left on your body.

When you get to his room, he carefully pushes you on the bed, with him on top. The cold air in the room hits your sensitive flesh and makes your nipples harden. Licking your lips, you raise your head from the soft pillow to look at him. His gaze is darkened and his bottom lip sits between his teeth, pulling at it desperately, like he was trying so hard to keep his control. You wanted him to lose it. All of it.

“Please, Lewis… Fuck me. Wanted this for so long.” A whine escapes your lips and you pout, caging his body between your legs as your legs wrap tightly around his torso.

Your confession made him groan. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever. How needy you are begging for him to fuck you, how pretty you looked all spread out on his bed, with your hair tousled on his pillow, your lips puffy from his kisses and your eyes glossy and dazed.

Finally, he gets rid of the shorts he was wearing, pulling them off along with his boxers. You're left speechless as you shamelessly stare at his very erect cock. It's thick and you can spot a few angry veins almost popping, running up towards the head. It's standing proud and tall glued to his pelvis, almost reaching his belly button, and it has your mouth water.

He notices how you stare at him with your cheeks flushed and your lip between your teeth and smirks, tapping your thigh a few times to get your attention.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"It's so big..."

"Yeah? Never had a real man before, princess?" He asks, raising your leg to his shoulder and pressing soft kisses on your soft skin while maintaining eye contact with you.

You shake your head timidly.

"Gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?"

"Yes." You respond immediately, squirming under him.

"Just hold on for a sec. I gotta have some condoms in here." He lets go of your leg and leans towards his nightstand to search for the condoms.

"W-wait." You stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. You were anxious when your next words left your lips. "I... I'm clean, and on birth control, so if you want, there's no need for that."

He turned his head to look at you and stopped in his tracks.

"Want me to fuck you bare, bunny?" He reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, with a grin on his face.

"Mhm." You mumbled, nodding your head. "If that's okay with you, of course!" You rushed the words out.

"I'm more than okay with that." He hummed, caressing your hip with his thumb. "Come 'ere."

He pulled you lower on the bed and leaned forward, gripping your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. He kisses you slow at first, taking his time to taste you. Then, as his hands start to explore your naked body, it turns wild. You feel dizzy as you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him even closer and your hot bodies stick to each other. It feels so intimate, you've never experienced something like this with someone before. His erection is standing right between your legs and it makes you raise your hips eagerly. You want him inside already.

"So eager." He whispers and smirks, pulling away a bit.

You glance down and lick your lips as he lines himself up, watching him tap your clit a few times with his cock, then pushing his head through your sensitive folds to collect all your juices. It sends jolts of electricity through your body and you whimper, spreading yourself a bit more. When he finally slides in, it's so overwhelming that you let your mouth hang open with a loud moan. The stretch is stinging a lot, but there's another sensation that comes with it that makes it so pleasurable at the same time.

Lewis watches you carefully and stills his movements, to let you adjust to his size. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you try to relax as much as you can to accomodate your thight walls around him. Once you feel the pain diminuate a bit you nod your head, letting him know that he can move further.

He slips in a little more then and lets himself moan at the heavenly feeling of your bare, tight pussy squeezing him tightly.

"Doing sooo good, baby. Taking me like a pro." He praises, moving your damp hair out of your face.

He bottoms out inside you and you whimper. He's so deep that you could swear you felt it in your stomach, but you want more.

As if he could read your mind, he slowly pulls out a bit then pushes himself inside again, making you let out tiny mewls and moans as you got to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. Lewis humms and buries his face in your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses all over it before going down to your breasts and taking one of them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your hard, sensitive nipple. He starts to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm while taking your other breast in his mouth and all you can do is arch your back and whine, overwhelmed by the intense feeling.

"So fucking tight." He hissed, leaning back to grab your thighs and lift them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to hit your spot better. You felt so full of him, and you were ready to cry from the pleasure.

"Lewis." You let out a loud moan and touch his abs, scratching them as he suddenly surprises you with a rougher pace that makes you roll your eyes back and let out a cry.

“Shit.” He curses, groaning when he feels your pussy clench around his fat cock. “Thought about fucking this pretty pussy every single day lately. And now look at you, all fucked out on my bed.”

His words make your head spin. You had no idea he thought about this just like you did, so many times.

“Y-you thought about me?” You manage to ask between moans, looking down for a second to catch a glimpse of his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.

He went in for a messy kiss then pulled back a little, looking at you with half closed eyes. “You have no idea.” He mutters, grabbing your neck softly.

The sounds in the room are intoxicating. It’s filled with heavy breaths, moans, skin slapping repeatedly and the filthy sound of your impossibly wet pussy getting filled to the brim by Lewis. Your gaze is locked with his and it feels like there’s just the two of you left in this world. Nothing matters anymore. Not your dad, not your age gap, nothing. It’s so intense and intimate that it almost has your heart burst out of your chest.

Your thighs are trembling as he folds them to your chest, and your hands are frantically searching for something to grip onto, while incoherent sounds are dripping off your lips.

“You wanna cum, princess?” He asks, smirking down at you.

“Yes! Yes, please please don’t stop.” You beg, shaking your head as short screams leave your mouth.

He’s quick to drag a hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb to force your release. The added pleasure makes you pulsate rapidly around his cock and you find yourself arching your back off the mattress again, struggling to breathe as your orgasm is nearing quickly.

“Come on, want you to make a mess on this cock, baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head pathetically and yelp when he pinches your swollen clit, letting out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. It hits you so quickly and so violently that it makes your breath get stuck and your eyes squeeze shut while your legs are uncontrollably shaking. Your juices are dripping down Lewis’s cock and onto the mattress underneath you, and it’s a sight to die for as he watches it all happen.

“Good girl. Did so good f’ me.” He coos, but doesn’t stop the movements of his hips, although he slows down a bit to let you come down from your orgasm.

When you open your eyes to look at him, you find him already looking at you, with an enamored expression on his face. His hand is softly caressing your thigh while he is admiring the post-orgasmic glow of your skin.

Soon enough, he is picking up his pace again and you whine in discomfort and overstimulation, furrowing your brows.

“Can’t. Please. Can’t.” You squirm underneath him.

“You can, baby. Come on, just a little bit more.”

Using his arms, he spreads your legs wider so he can have more access to you. His thrusts quicken again and his fingers attaches themselves to your clit again, pressing into it in circular motions. You were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely move inside you but he pulled through, ramming his hips into yours with brutal force, trying to chase his own release.

“Oh.” You gasped and glued your eyes down to where your cunt was greedily sucking him in. Your milky essence is visible at the base of his cock and the sight is downright filthy.

“Fuck.” He grunts, also watching where you two are connected before he lunges towards you and grips your neck more tightly and yanks you forward a bit. You prop up on your elbows and look at him with wide, doe eyes, moaning uncontrollably. “Where do you want it, bunny?”

“Inside!” You respond immediately, placing one of your hands around his wrist. “Want you to come inside me. Please.”

Your eagerness to take his cum inside your tiny walls makes him shiver with enthusiasm. His tip hits your g-spot with every powerful snap of his hips and it made you part your lips in bliss. Lewis takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you messily. You suddenly start to feel a different kind of pressure at the pits of your stomach and you wince, pulling back from the kiss.

“Lewis… I think there’s something wrong. Feels different.” You slurred, your eyes widening in fear.

“It’s alright, baby. I’m here. Give me one more, yeah?” He grunted, flicking at your clit with his palm rapidly.

The bed is moving with the rhythm of his aggressive thrusts and you feel your muscles contract and twitch with every move. You’re fluttering around him desperately as you scratch down his back with your polished nails and he moans deeply.

“Fuck. Gonna stuff this cunt. Come on, come for me. again, baby.” You know he is close by how much you can feel him throb inside of you.

With a particularly sharp thrust your orgasm washes over you, and you scream, letting your back fall on the mattress as you squirted, your juices making a mess on both you and Lewis. The sight makes him burst instantly and he groans, throwing his head back while he stills inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.

You’ve never done this before. I mean, you definitely heard of squirting, but no one was ever able to get you to this stage. You quickly become self conscious. What if he didn’t like it? What if he found you disgusting now? Terrified, you look up to him only to find out how wrong you were. He is already looking your way, with a huge smirk on his face.

“Look at that. My girl squirted all over the place.”

You blush deeply at his words and cover your face with your hands, but he is quick to grab them and pin them to the bed around your head.

“Why are you hiding? What’s wrong?” He chuckled, amused by the childish action.

“I… I’ve never done that before.”

“Did it feel good though?” He asked with a smug grin.

“Mhm…” You bite your lip and writhe slightly, making him moan at the sudden movement.

He carefully pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, only to see both of your releases slowly drip out of your cunt. He humms and brings two fingers there to massage around your hole, and then he pushes them inside, fucking the cum back into you.

You whine and he stops, looking back at you.

“Wait here for a second, hm? I’m going to draw you a bath.”

You nod and thank him quietly, watching him lovestruck as he gets up from the bed, collects his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, then disappears to the bathroom.

Few minutes later you’re both in the tub, your back is pressed against his chest and your eyes are closed in relaxation while he is lazily running his hand through your hair.

Even though the silence is comfortable, you can’t help but start to overthink. What was he thinking about? You didn’t necessarily think he regretted what you did, but what did it mean? Was he going to ghost you after that? Act like nothing ever happened? You wouldn’t judge him, especially considering the situation with your father, but you hoped that it wouldn’t be the case. Part of you was convinced that he wouldn’t just leave you in the dark like that. That wasn’t Lewis. Could never be Lewis. But your insecurities are still eating you alive.

Then he takes you by surprise again by reading your mind. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was actually wondering what were you thinking about.” You chuckle, leaning your head back a bit to look at him. God, how can this man be so beautiful?

He smiles softly and nuzzles his nose along your cheek, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to it.

You let out a breath and sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation. “I was just asking myself… what now, I guess.” You shrugged, with a heavy heart.

He furrows his brows and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What do you want?”

You gulped and licked your lips, looking at him through your lashes. “I want you.”

“Then you have me. And you know I want you too. But it’s going to be a lot more complicated than that.” He whispers to you and you feel your heart drop on the spot, afraid of what he might be insinuating.

Noticing the broken look in your eyes, he quickly places his hands on both your cheeks and leans forward. “What I mean by that is, that we should be careful. I know keeping things a secret isn’t healthy, but giving the circumstances, I don’t think it would benefit either of us right now if someone found out about what we have going on. I promise that it won’t last forever, I would never keep you a secret, but for now that’s just the way things are.”

You take in his words. You know he is right. And you’ll take anything as long as it means that he’ll be finally yours. Even though the thought of keeping a secret like that, especially from your dad, makes you feel uneasy. But you’re so ready to give it a shot, just for him. What if everything turns out alright in the end?

“I know. And I understand.” You nodded, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.

When you pull back, he gives you a quick wink and a smile, tapping the inside of your thigh lightly. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Guanyu x curvy short reader, I think he’ll be very supportive of his partner…

I love your work!

Okay, so I am a short girly but not a curvy one so I tried my best, hope it's what you were after! It was nice to write for Guanyu, I have a big soft spot for him!

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Guanyu simply loved the way you felt in his arms - the way your skin was always warm beneath his touch. You were addictive, and he wasn’t ashamed to show everyone just how you made him feel - always having to playfully smack his hands away when he started getting a little handsy throughout the paddock. 

The best part of your relationship was truly that you never doubted how he felt about you, even when others tried to plant those seeds of doubt in your mind, he’d always be there to brush those feelings away. As a shorter, curvier person, not the slender-model type like the rest of the drivers’ WAGs, people would always have something to say that you didn’t fit into the mould they had in their minds. But Guanyu? He paid them no mind. 

It was almost as if he’d known you’d been lurking online again - doom scrolling until you had to throw your phone across the room.

“Smells delicious, Tùzǐ**.” He hummed softly, coming up behind you - wrapping his arms around your middle as you cooked. “You spoil me.”

You smiled softly in response, turning just enough to hold a spoonful of sauce towards him. “You haven’t even tried it yet! Now, open up.”

His eyes sparkled as he took the spoon into his mouth, a deep groan escaping him. “That’s amazing… Do you have anything else to do or is it just cooking away?”

“Just cooking away, why?”

He removed the spoon from your hand, placing it gently on the counter before fully turning you around - taking your waist in his hands, gently squeezing. You couldn’t help the giggles he tore from you as he began tracing his fingers under your shirt. “Baby, please… I’m cooking!”

“I just can't get enough of you… is it not a recipe that’ll taste better if you just let it cook for a while?” He questioned, raising a brow. 

You playfully shoved him away and turned back to your sauce - biting your lip to stop your lips curving into a smile as he whined behind you, his arms wrapping around you once again, pressing kisses along your shoulders. He leant in close, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You’ve been online again, haven’t you?”

“...How could you tell?” You whispered back, using a fork to pull a piece of spaghetti out of the neighbouring pan, placing it between your lips. 

“Your shoulders…” He ran his hands across your shoulders, gently cascading them down your forearms. “They tense right up when you’ve been reading all of that nonsense… you do know it’s nonsense, right?”

You allowed him to turn you in his arms again, his dark brown flickering across your face - imploring you to be honest with him. He caught your face in his hands as you tried to look away, cupping your cheeks - brushing his thumb across your skin. “It’s nonsense, Tùzǐ**... you’re gorgeous, beautiful, sexy. None of what those online trolls think matter okay..? Just me and you.”

He rested his forehead against yours, you smiled at him softly. 

“...just me and you.”

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**Romanised Chinese for Rabbit/Bunny (according to google lol) thank u @danielfuckingricciardo for helping me angel, mwah x

Sorry for the delay!!

no but….. stepdad! jake fucking reader sideways at night with his big ass hand clamping over their mouth to keep them quiet bc their mom is on the other side of the room asleep 😋☝🏼

stepdad!jake sneaking into your bed to give you a full-on back breaking, throat killing, orgasmic fucking but he plays it off as him being a sweet guy and giving you ‘daddy’s goodnight kiss’. let’s just say it doesn’t end up being a kiss, more like multiple orgasms under the sheets with your mom knocked out on the other side of the room.

with his hips are rutting into your pussy at full speed, somehow not a sound is made. a technique he learned after fucking you a handful of times; always keep pillows around. he always has one on your back for support and just to keep the skin slapping to a minimum.

a leg is hung over your hip to get a better angle for his thrusts, pushing his dick deeper into you. the tip brushed over your cervix a couple times, the blissful feeling nearly sending you over the edge of your climax.

“never gettin’ tired of this fuckin’ pussy.” he mumbles into your ear, lips brushing over the cartilage. with the help of jake’s hand, your moans were masked by his palm, but it didn’t help the bed shaking. “feels like heaven, my god.”

The Only Important Voice - Lewis Hamilton

Request from @saraghae7492974900173 - Can I ask Lewis who has a shy girlfriend and compliments her a lot but she almost never does it back because she's shy, so when she does it he's always a bit shocked?

Shy!reader

No part 2 requests please

"Can I wear this?" Y/n murmurs looking through Lewis' wardrobe. Never liking to ask, but always being too polite to just take it despite Lewis always telling her to just take anything she wants from his wardrobe.

"The blue one?" Lewis asks with a smile moving over and taking it off the hanger when she nods. He puts it on over her head and smiles as her head reappears through the head hole of the fluffy jumper. "It already looks better on you."

Y/n can't even hide her grin before he moves back and looks at the jumper that is maybe drowning her a little but he literally always wants this woman wearing his clothes, he loves seeing it more than anything else in the world.

"Ready to go?" Lewis asks making her shake her head quickly jogging to grab her shoes and her bag before smiling.

"Ready."

Y/n is certainly a woman of few words and actually Lewis doesn't feel the need to constantly talk, though he certainly has more confidence than y/n but he's happy to just have her there and when she does have her moments of higher confidence.

They're flying out to Barcelona ahead of the GP and y/n really wants to go to the beach later.

Since they're flying directly from Canada after the race weekend there. It's a long flight but with the time difference the beach will probably be a welcome warmth and reason to keep themselves awake to try and force themselves to adjust with it.

Y/n actually ends up using the flight as an opportunity to braid Lewis' hair since they unbraided it and did a deep wash and condition ahead of the flight.

She's one of few people that isn't technically a professional that he trusts to braid his hair without sort of just fucking it up.

"You can take a break if you need." Lewis states feeling her pause and looking back to see her flexing her hands.

"No, it's ok. I'm almost done." Y/n mumbles making him grab at her hand and kiss her knuckles gently.

"I owe you big time now." Lewis states earning a small nod and smile.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles a little bashful before she gets back to focusing on the task in hand.

Another hour later she's finished and smiles brightly as Lewis gets up and moves to look in the mirror at the final product. Not that he even needs visual confirmation that it was going to look great, that's why he trusts y/n so much. But he just likes seeing how creative she's got with it.

It's when he moves back to his seat that y/n gets up moving to the toilet to wash her hands of the gel before she sits down looking at the older man.

"You look so pretty."

Now Lewis gives y/n a million compliments a day, just because he wants to make sure she knows just how much he loves her and how much he is genuinely obsessed with her. But he compliments feel like cupid's arrow isn't just striking his heart, it's like cupid is using it as a pin cushion for all his arrows.

"I look pretty?" Lewis echoes making her get almost giddy before she leans forward kissing him in a spark of confidence, maybe or certainly is because of her tiredness.

"You look very pretty, Lewis...you always do." Y/n whispers then squeaking when Lewis lifts the armrest up from between them and pulls her into his lap.

"It's all your work. You made my hair look amazing." Lewis smiles kissing her softly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Y/n shrugs then leaning to rest her head on his shoulder.

There's a lot of moments (just about every moment that she's there with him) that Lewis realises how dull his life was without her, even if she is so quiet some people would assume her presence adds little to a room. But for Lewis, she is the centre of a room and actually he feels much more comfortable when she's there than when she's not. Sometimes he even feels a change in atmosphere before he realises she's in the room.

Everything fell into place with y/n.

And her compliments, while rare, he can't help but have the knowledge that she wants to say much more but it's in the moments she does speak up that she is completely overwhelmed by her admiration of him to the point she can't help herself from speaking her thoughts that usually remain so silent and kept to herself.

"I love you and you are so gorgeous." Lewis states with a grin making her gets as flustered as she always does.

"I love you too." Y/n murmurs before she sighs softly looking at his hand. "Do you think you could help me choose a tattoo? I love all of yours so much."

Another compliment?

"How tired are you feeling?" Lewis laughs a little making her almost whine at the fact that he is right but she can't sleep if she wants her body clock to adjust to European timezones again.

The Bloodline, Pt. I.

Author’s Note: So I am on Wattpad, if you see this exact story on there, don’t worry, it’s me. lol Also, side note, I wrote this for an old book and tweaked it to fit the Bloodline, hope you all enjoy. I haven’t written in months, so bare with me. 

warnings: strong language, mentions of death, drugs, etc, eventual smut and adult content word count: 5K (sheesh).

You sighed heavily as you made your way to your black Audi TT 2.0T Coupe, 2018. Though your legs were in the mood for walking, the rest of your body wasn’t prepared. It needed to prepare for this long meeting that was ahead of you. This would be the third meeting this week your boss has mandated. You had no idea why he called all these meetings, but you were growing tired. It seemed that every time you laid your head down to rest, he’d ring your cell, notifying you of an upcoming meeting. It wasn’t enjoyable, but then again, you understood. His father had just acquired some new territory that was under heavy construction and needed surveillance from outsiders to keep it safe. You were growing excited at the thought of Kane expanding his business. It meant more money for you and possibly being ranked higher up.

You were currently in your “rookie” status because you’ve only worked for Kane for nearly a year. You were trained for two years but employed for just one year, so you were fresh on the block. You were the youngest of the corporation, Snake.Eyes.Everywhere. (aka S.E.E.), and because of this, you were often looked down upon by your peers. It was so annoying, and you wanted to prove everyone wrong. You wanted to prove that you could be ruthless like them, especially Sage. She was your enemy among the S.E.E. members, high up in rank, a sniper, and she wasn’t afraid to remind you.

When you first started working for S.E.E, she was the one to train you, being the most skilled of the women that worked for Kane. She was his top pick, his chosen one. At first, she was reluctant to train you, but with Kane’s constant pushing to teach you, she finally did, and boy, did you pay. She was the best trainer, but she was also the most harsh. You can’t even count on your fingers how many times you’ve returned home with black eyes, busted lips, and a broken spirit. She’s previously broken a couple of your ribs, a sign that she took her job seriously. You somewhat admired her, but you despised her as well. It nearly took you an eternity (in your mind), to gain her trust as a fellow member of S.E.E.

She was very reserved, much like the shadow of the corporation, only coming out when needed to assassinate any enemy that dared to threaten the corporation she adored so much. She’d have you dead within seconds if you made it to her hit list. You heard once that she killed an entire gang who made a bad deal with Kane, all in one night, courtesy of her AR15 Sniper Rifle, or her toy as she likes to call it. All you knew was that with the skills she obtained, you were no match, and you would make sure you wouldn’t end up on her hit list. Hence, why you were making sure you were on time for this meeting. She hated when people were late for important meetings, especially when dealing with new territory.

You place your ray bans onto your face, checking that you look presentable in the mirror. After this meeting, you’d go to a party your best friend was having at a local bar in downtown Pensacola. It was a new club that just opened, and being that your friend was such a bar hopper, she wanted you to come with her. She’d be turning twenty-seven, an age you’d often joke to her about being ancient. She was a nice girl, Mercedes, her name. You two met when you moved to Florida. You were going to a local university to pursue a career in marine biology, and she was pursuing a career as a forensic scientist. Though she hadn’t made it that far into schooling, she was among the most intelligent girls you knew.

In fact, she was your only friend, if compared to those you often see. You weren’t allowed to have that many friends, Kane’s orders. He stated that knowing too many people could potentially put you at risk of stumbling upon a secret enemy of S.E.E., which was true. When you think about it, you have secretly encountered students associated with enemy organizations. Though you didn’t know this, Kane knew. He had eyes everywhere. Hence, the name of his father’s large corporation, S.E.E., was also symbolism for the word “sea,” as members of this corporation were everywhere, lurking.

You can’t even count how many times you’ve gotten calls, and warnings from Kane about the student that sat next to you in Biology class being an informant for whatever gang they were affiliated with. Being among regular-looking students was weird, yet they were living double lives. But then again, so were you. To those from the outside looking in, you looked like an ordinary girl, but if they only knew what you transformed into once night falls. Hence, your nickname was given to you by Kane, Midnight.

You were part of the lowest rank in the S.E.E. corporation, Garter Snakes. If you know anything about garter snakes (or gardener snakes), they are nearly the most harmless snakes of all. You were joined by others that were considered harmless or not very dangerous within the corporation. It slightly annoyed you because you felt you had potential, but you had to have patience. Kane was a knowledgeable man, and you wouldn’t dare question his decisions (at least not most of the time). He was the reason you were still in the garter unit, but he knew you could be higher up, just not too soon. He wanted to take his time with you and prepare you for higher status.

You were surprisingly one of his favorites, or at least that’s what your fellow member, Sapphire (or Cypher, as most call her), would always say. She was such an entertaining person, to say the least, her bubbly personality being one of great use in times of turmoil. She was a member of a subunit of S.E.E. called DIAMONDS, a codename they used, inspired by the western diamondback rattlesnake. Interestingly enough, Cypher and her counterpart Zee, were both the ladies to put the act in action, while Lavinia and Garnet were informants. Again, they had higher ranks than you, but soon, you’d be joining them, or at least you hoped.

You’ve been struggling lately in your part of the corporation. Lately, life has just been giving you the middle finger. You were currently living in a beat-up apartment. Though you were thankful for a roof over your head, you couldn’t help but complain about the daily struggles you faced living in the place you did. One constant complaint is the cold showers you’d often have to take. The water system in your apartment complex sucked ass. The water company, you believed, would receive at least over twenty complaints a day about the water going cold. If the water isn’t running cold, the electric stability of the apartments is screwing up. If that weren’t a problem, you’d groan about the slight mold forming on your ceiling, thanks to the water leaks that would sneak up on you unexpectedly.

You were tired of spending money trying to fix up your place. It started to strain your pockets, leading to how you met Kane, one of the most snakelike people you’ve ever encountered.

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You had just been fired from your job at the local pizzeria, Stefano’s Local Pizza, to no fault of your own. Or at least that’s what you’d told yourself at the time. You couldn’t help that your car kept breaking down, leading to you always being late for work. You tried countlessly to explain to your boss your situation, but he wasn’t hearing it. He was tired of you showing up late, rushing through the entrance doors, hair a mess, and clothes out of place, from running into work. It was a Friday night, a rainy one at that. The once baby-blue skies turned dark when you ran into work for the last time.

He was waiting for you behind the counter, your last check in hand, informing you of your departure. You were so hurt and scared. You had no idea how you were going to pay your bills anymore. School had taken a drastic hit on the money that you’d gotten from your parents before traveling to Florida. You weren’t exactly on a scholarship. You had to come out of pocket or borrow loans to get through school. And now, here you were, being fired? You damn near begged your manager to let you stay, offering to work overtime, but it was useless. You were dismissed.

Defeated, you walked to a nearby Korean bistro called Chopsticks to soothe your confused mind. At that moment, you sat down to order your meal when someone caught your eye. Two people, male and female, neatly dressed in crisp attire, sat across the restaurant, looking through their menus. They were sophisticatedly dressed compared to you and the other diners that were in casual clothing. They were sore on the eyes and could catch anyone’s attention, making you wonder what they were doing in a place like that. Shouldn’t they dine on lobster and steak at a fancy restaurant?

You tried not to stare at them, but they were so captivating, especially the male of the two. You couldn’t see his eyes due to the black shades he wore, which added to his mysterious look, but it made you want to stare at him more. You could see tattoos adorning his right arm and hand from where you were positioned. The woman sitting across from him, she was gorgeous. She looked almost like a gothic doll, with porcelain skin and hair jet black. However, you couldn’t really make out her facial features with her back turned to you. But you just knew she was beautiful.

Your time at the bistro was going fine until two men walked in, dressed also like the man and woman, but they didn’t look as friendly as you’d think. In fact, they seemed almost outraged at the sight of the man and woman. The man smirked at them before pulling out a pistol from his pocket, causing chaos throughout the restaurant.

You nearly didn’t escape alive as gunshots and people fled here and there. Well, that was partly because when you were running towards an exit just at the back of the restaurant, a bullet pierced your side. It surprised you so much that you fell onto the floor, crying in pain. All you could hear as you lay on the tiled floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, were screams, gunshots, and profanity. You closed your eyes, anticipating your death. You didn’t think you’d die in that way, hoping you’d at least make it to age eighty before God called you home, but you guessed you were wrong. Dammit, life was harsh. At that moment, everything went quiet except for the footsteps that echoed throughout the kitchen. Soon, you were approached by the man with dark shades and tatted arms.

He was even more beautiful up close. However, the harshness in his eyes made you fear the worst. Maybe he was a bad guy. Would he kill you? You didn’t know, but before passing out, you remembered him bending down to stroke your face.

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And that’s how you came to know Kane. He saved your life, and now you are working for him years later. Working for him wasn’t easy. It was scary at first. You remember when he first showed you how to use a gun, to which you accidentally shot one of his hitmen by mistake. Poor guy is now walking with a permanent limp, thanks to you. You’d think working for Kane you’d be wealthy, right? Wrong. Though he offered you to live with him and the rest of his workers, you refused. Being in a mansion full of killers and assassins wasn’t exactly your taste. But then again, that’s exactly what you were being trained for, so you were no better, but still. Just the thought of being in the same house as Sage made your stomach do backflips. And not in a good way, either.

Unbeknownst to Kane, you recently applied for a job as an assistant at a primary school. Your job was to monitor the children while they played on the playground, assist them in painting and drawing pictures, feed them during lunchtime, watch over them during nap time, and help them with other activities. Children were your weakness. You loved children, hence, why you applied for the job. You got the opportunity, thanks to Mercedes, who also worked at the primary school. Being around children just calms you in a world full of chaos. Their innocence, in a way, purified you from the filth that consumed you in the mafia world.

Knocking you out of your thoughts, your phone dings, signaling a text message. You swiftly reach over your seat, get your cell phone, and peer at the screen. You stopped at a red light before checking the message, a reminder that the meeting would begin in thirty minutes. You hurriedly make your way downtown and through red lights to get to the S.E.E. headquarters.

You slowly approach the entrance gates, rolling down your window to greet Austin, or A.T. (short for A-Town) as he liked to be called. He grinned down at you, approaching your car.

“What’s up, baby? Are you finally coming to give me some? You look good.” he teased as you rolled your eyes at his advances. He always loved flirting with you, even when you rejected him repeatedly.

You didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, especially with a fellow snake. It just wasn’t right. Plus, Kane would probably kill you both if he found out you tried to sleep with each other. Yes, A.T. was handsome, but he wouldn’t fool you. He was a complete womanizer, much like the many men that worked for Kane. This guy has gotten more ass than a toilet seat, and you refused to be the butt of his jokes (no pun intended). He loved bragging to his friends about the various women he’s slept with during missions. He was more than just a gatekeeper, but you didn’t know the specifics of his ranking. But it didn’t matter. You wouldn’t be another woman in-between his sheets.

“Thanks for the offer, but if I want a man, he’s gotta have two of everything.” you sassed as his laughing came to a halt.

He glared at you, his right eye covered with an eye patch, taking offense to your words. Poor thing lost his right eye, messing up during a mission. Apparently, he entered an enemy gang’s bar, got drunk, and started a fight. To which he was outnumbered and attacked. His right eye was delivered to Kane in a bloody velvet box as a gift for Kane’s birthday—one of the most gruesome presents one could ever receive.

“Damn, Y/n, that was cold.” he sighed, signaling the gate opener to open the massive gates. You snickered as he backed away from your car, letting you zoom past him.

You make it to the packed parking lot before parking your car. You make sure you straighten out your red silk dress before going to the front door. You usually dress less fancy for meetings. Still, you promised Mercedes you’d be at her birthday celebration as soon as you left from your “public outing,” so there was no use in you having to change clothes twice.

Two guards stood posted up at the front door entrance, guns in hand, as you greeted them. They didn’t say much, only nodded their bald heads. They were pretty stale guards if you say so yourself. They wore plain black suits, except for the snake pendant pinned to their jacket pocket. A symbol of their employment to the S.E.E. corporation. They immediately let you in, recognizing you as a fellow Snake, as you walked into the main corridor, heels clicking against the marble floor.

The S.E.E. headquarters was a place of pure luxury, with paintings and expensive vases in almost every room. It represented Kane’s taste in architecture. He was a man that loved art. He loved looking expensive, at least when making drug deals or doing business with important clients. Other than that, he’d wear hoodies and jeans just like anyone else. You pass by some housemaids and butlers on your way up the stairs to the meeting room, or Snake Pit, as Kane calls it. It was a fancy way of saying the meeting room, where all the members came together to discuss business.

Your legs almost feel like jello as you walk to the house’s second floor, then to the big double doors that lead to the meeting room. Approaching the doors, you’re immediately met with multiple voices coming from behind them, all familiar.

You quickly but quietly open the doors as the talking quieted down, all eyes on you. Did you arrive late or something? You were sure you arrived on time……or did you? You looked at no one, including Sage, as you reached your usual seat next to Cypher. She gave you a small smile before turning her attention back to Kane, who stood in front of the large glass table.

“Midnight…I presume you have a decent excuse as to why you’re ten minutes late.” Kane’s soft voice says, eyes scanning over your appearance: a red silk strappy dress, silver strap heels, red lipstick, 40-inch box braids neatly in a high ponytail, cascading down your back.

You feel a slight lump form in your throat. You knew he meant no harm, but somehow, he always made you shiver with fear. Maybe it was because he was of the highest rank among S.E.E. members, the leader of a subunit known as Inland Taipan (or I.T. for short). Fun fact, the subunit was named after the most deadly and venomous snake in the world. It was scary to think a rank like that existed, making you almost worry why members of that unit were given that name.

You look over at Kane before slowly shaking your head. There was no use in lying to him. He always had a way of making you spill the truth. A characteristic of his you hated with every fiber of your being.

“I’m sorry…..I lost track of time,” you say, barely above a whisper.

You hear a short snort, not even needing to look at who made the sound. Sage. She sat closest to Kane’s seat, glaring at you, impatience and annoyance written all over her face. She was such a bitch, but a bad one at that. You dared not test her. She was one rank under Kane but would break you in half in a second. One day you’d muster up the courage to defend yourself against her. Until then, you’d sit quietly and listen to her every command.

“Hmph… we’ll discuss that later. However, there are more important matters to discuss, so I called everyone to this meeting. As you all know, we’ve acquired new territory in Miami, which usually isn’t our target location. However, my father made a deal with the leader of the Sin City Boys. This property is located at the seaport, not too far away from our enemy’s territory hence, why there is a problem. A problem that was reported to me earlier today.” Kane spoke, commanding everyone’s attention as he paced around calmly.

“Our enemy?…. We have plenty of those. I’ve scanned the areas near and far from that seaport; from what I’ve seen, no one has claim over any territory. What problem do we have?” Garnet, the computer genius, asked curiously. The woman was a pure magician with computers. She once hacked into a computer system at a local bank, stealing valuable information that could give her access to banking safes worldwide. She was gold. She held a cold, distant demeanor, but she wasn’t as cruel as most would think. She was pretty short in height; however, she’d get violent in seconds if she had to. She was of a rank you weren’t sure of, but she was highly skilled in her field.

“Two of my watchmen, who were surveilling the harbor, suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night. No one knew what the hell happened to them. But then I received pictures from an anonymous source of their bodies…..wrapped in sea debris in one of the boats at the harbor. From what I received…… this seaport is located near the Bloodline’s premises, something unknown to us at the time of the deal. Now, we have a problem on our hands. The Bloodline has killed one of our own. And they will pay.” Kane says, anger rising in his voice.

Bloodline…..Bloodline……a name you’ve heard countless times in your line of work. Apparently, they were sworn enemies with the entire S.E.E. corporation. You weren’t sure exactly how big their organization was. Still, compared to the one you were a part of, there was no way they could battle with The Snakes, a name given to any member of S.E.E. Or could they? You heard they were quite notorious, just like Kanes’ crew.

Their group had five prominent members, a subunit of the infamous Samoan Dynasty. They were intelligent, cunning, vicious men that knew the ins and outs of any part of the United States. They were that influential and powerful. They acquired a lot of territory you wouldn’t cross into unless you were looking for trouble. You weren’t familiar with what they looked like. However, you knew that their leader was an intellectual, a man of great stature. He was the one who put the Bloodline crew together at a young age, or at least that’s what you’ve heard from whispers by fellow Snakes here. He was known as the Tribal Chief, the Head of The Table, the Greatest of All Time. You name it; he had it all. He was a menace to society, described by some as Satan himself. No one and I mean no one, crossed him and didn’t pay the ultimate price.

The Samoan Dynasty was a corporation of wild, rebellious individuals. They had several clubs scattered about in the United States, particularly Florida, their central drug city. Some called them harmless, loving people that took care of their own. But much like a lion’s pride, if you threatened what was theirs or their family….be prepared to fight until death.

A “peace” treaty was signed some time ago by both S.E.E. and Samoan Dynasty members, swearing not to cross each other’s borders unless you were looking for trouble. Since then, the two corporations have had little to no problems. However, this minor (well, major) bad deal has caused conflict. Now the Samoan Dynasty have taken Kane’s men on their territory, trying to export drugs, as a sign of aggression. A breaking on their part of the treaty. It was only a matter of time before the elders of the dynasty summoned one of their most elite subunits, The Bloodline, to unleash punishment. Now, they would be coming for any of Kane’s men, not caring what rank they were. They would do away with Kane and his men if need be. You once heard that the Bloodline fought against one of Kane’s subunits, killing them all, decapitating their heads, and sending them to Kane as a warning. But that was just a rumor, and you sure wouldn’t ask anyone if it were true. But if it were, the Bloodline was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

As Kane continued talking, you spaced out. Your mind wondered if you would get a call soon telling you you’d be hired for the primary school job. The only reason you didn’t want Kane knowing was because he didn’t want you getting distracted. He always wanted you to be alert, even when you weren’t on S.E.E. territory. Enemies of The Snakes could be anywhere, in ordinary settings, so you had to be on the lookout. You couldn’t let your guard down. Otherwise, you’d be taken captive by enemy corporations or dead. However, you wanted to live an everyday life outside of the mafia. You wanted to have something to at least make you feel safe.

You have not talked to your parents or any family member since you started working for Kane. He said that sometimes enemies could find out where your loved ones lived and do horrible things to them to get you to cooperate with them. And though that was difficult to imagine, it was the truth. You knew the consequences of working for Kane, meaning that your consequences could become your family’s or friends’ problems. Therefore, you only socialize a little. You kept to yourself at school, isolating yourself from people around you. You did it not only for your safety but for theirs. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you. So, how did you and Mercedes become so close?

You met her before working for Kane, so you refused to let her go as a friend. Did he like it? No, but once Lavinia gave him a full report on who Mercedes was, she wasn’t seen as a threat. Thank God for Lavinia. She’s in charge of searching and finding information on anyone necessary. Suppose red flags came up during her investigation. In that case, she’d alert Garnet, who’d inform Kane, who’d inform Sage or any other assassin, and have the person killed.

Kane continued to go on and on until he finally broke you out of your trance with the call of your name. You immediately sit up straight, looking at him, confused. You weren’t sure what he’d just said to you, but it was something Sage didn’t like, as she stood to her feet in rejection.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you asked, hoping he’d ignore that you weren’t even paying attention to him.

“I said, I’d like you to take on this special mission. One that will require a lot of you,” he spoke, his tone serious yet soft.

All eyes were on you as everyone awaited your response.

“I-I well….I umm-” Sage quickly cut you off, standing her ground against Kane. She couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

You? Go against the Bloodline?! A rookie against a skilled group of men who’d have you dead in seconds? You?!

“Are you serious, Kane?! You’re going to send her to go after the Bloodline?! The Bloodline?! The same ones that nearly killed half of your men when you stepped onto their territory two years ago! The same ones who killed my brother! She’s no match for them. That’s like sending a baby deer to a coalition of lions. She’d be dead as soon as she walked on their territory. Send me instead, I can-” Kane rudely cut her off.

“I know what I’m doing, Sage. They will recognize you if you even step onto the Bloodline’s soil. Y/N is just as innocent as they come. They’d never suspect her to be working for us. We need to have her to do this mission. Of course, I won’t send her alone. That would be quite stupid of me and unsafe for her. I will send two Shadows with her.” Kane said, referring to two people that would follow you wherever you went, but you’d never see them. They were mysterious people who would step in whenever trouble was too much. They’d watch over you, making sure no enemy came too close. They were the “kill on sight” type of people. No questions asked.

You stood to your feet, nodding your head. This could be your big break. This could be your moment to prove what you were made of finally. You were tired of being The Snakes joke, and you were more than that. And you’d prove it. Prove it by taking revenge on the Bloodline. You took a deep breath before accepting Kane’s offer.

“I accept your offer, Kane. Whatever is required of me, I will do it,” you said, steadying your voice. Knowing it would be detected quickly, you couldn’t show any ounce of doubt. No matter how much the thought of crossing the Bloodline scared you, you wouldn’t show any ounce of weakness. You had to do this.

He nods, satisfied with your answer. “Alrighty then, it’s set. However, you know the drill. If there is anyone that objects, speak now, or bite your tongue.” he says as you both turn to face the remaining Snakes in the room.

They all looked around at each other. Some had unsure looks on their faces, while others looked on in agreement. All except Sage. She said nothing. She took her place back in her seat.

“We have no rejections.” everyone finally said after a moment of silence. Kane nods before looking over at you.

He lifts his right hand, signaling for you to pledge, a ritual Snakes often do when accepting a mission.

“Repeat after me. I, Y/N, take this mission with all seriousness. I will become like a snake, seeking whom I will devour. I will not spare any prey in my path. Everyone is my enemy. I will not slack on this mission. I will not stop until it is complete. My enemies will be bitten, for my venom is lethal. I know that if I should fall into the hands of the enemy, I will not disclose anything about the S.E.E. corporation. I know the consequences of betraying The Snakes. I know that if the enemies try to convince me to betray you all, I will become the prey. Therefore, I am willing to give my all, including my undying loyalty to The Snakes. Snakes, forever.” he says, as you repeat every word after him.

He nods, accepting your pledge. “You know what comes next. You will receive a snake pendant to represent that you are officially a part of the S.E.E. corporation. However, you will not earn your true snake bite unless you complete this mission. Do you understand?” he asks, pulling a snake pendant from his pocket, preparing to place it on your dress.

That’s it…..it was official. You now had a mission to complete. Kill the most elite of the Samoan Dynasty, The Bloodline.

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You watch as the gates of the S.E.E. headquarters close behind you. You were now heading towards the club to meet with Mercedes. Your mind was heavy with what you were asked to do on this mission. You were given a file full of background information on every Bloodline member. You were assigned seven days to complete this mission. And seven days only. You were to kill every member of the Bloodline, sparing no one. You were instructed to go from the “weakest” member to the strongest. You’re unsure who was the weakest, but you had to move fast. Time was ticking. If they were as clever and dangerous as people have said, you had to play smart. You had to play their game. They didn’t know what was coming for them. You’d attack them, one by one, and bring honor to the S.E.E. corporation. Just the thought made you smile to yourself.

It takes you only a short time before you’re at the club parking lot, parking your car to greet Mercedes. She stood, waiting patiently outside the club for you. Once she saw you, she giggled, running over to you to embrace you.

“Hey bitch, you ready to fuck shit up!?!” she yelled, obviously having some drinks already in her system.

“Yeah, come on, birthday girl. It’s time to party.” you grinned as you two entered the club.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome! Thanks for reading!

Before you go, lemme introduce you all to some of the characters introduced in this first part:

Mercedes

Cypher

Zee

Lavinia

Garnet

A.T.

and last but not least, Sage.

@romanstheory​ Sis, you are the real one. You inspired me to get back into writing. I hope you like this, and please let me know what I can do to improve my writing. <3

@msbigredmachine​ Thank you as well for being such a great writer. Love reading your content. <3

She Is Mine

part one | part two

pairing: neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

genre: violence, bit of angst + fluff, & comfort

word count: 2.7k+

warning(s): death threats, mentions of death + injuries + blood, reader thinking she’s going to die + accepts it, neteyam going apeshit on an avatar soldier, reader being stabbed, mentions of brutal killings / violence, reader crying, & a bit of dark!neteyam

taglist: @aonungsmate @dearstell @optimisticblazetrash @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @liyahsocorro @amortencjja @universal-s1ut @goodiesinthecloset21 @chshshhshshshshshshshs @minkyungseokie

word bank: mawey — calm; calm down, eywa / the great mother — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in, ikran — winged creature used for flying + hunting, yawne — beloved, & yawntutsyip — darling; little darling

note: literally wrote this within two to three hours so it might not be that great, so bare with me. hope you guys liked it & let me know if i should do something similar to this with lo’ak <3

It was stupid really.

When you think back on it, it was definitely stupid to agree to tag along with Lo’ak and the rest to wherever the hell they were planning on going. But you could not say no to Tuk when she asked you to come with them. She was your weakness and used it to her advantage.

You’d been silently weaving a new armband for your boyfriend, Neteyam, when his youngest sister had approached you, hands interlocked behind her back and the all too familiar ‘innocent’ look plastered on her face. You knew that whatever she was thinking of saying or asking you would end up in you ultimately agreeing to it, most likely getting you in trouble with your lover.

“Join me and Kiri to the mountains with Lo’ak. Pretty please?” She had asked, pouting and widening her amber eyes up at you as she gently swayed from side to side.

You gave in immediately.

It was sad how fast the youngest Sully got you to cave in so quickly. You had restraint with the others, even Neteyam, but had none whatsoever when it came to Tuktirey. You had such a soft spot for her and Tuk took advantage of it every time.

Should’ve never said yes, you grumble to yourself inside your head, head shaking to yourself as you struggled against the restraints the RDA soldiers had put you in upon catching you all when you attempted to leave the scene you weren’t supposed to be at.

Jake instilled it into you guys so many times to never get close to the abandoned shack. You needed asked why. It was something that Jake wasn’t going to argue about and made it very clear after his youngest son tried to pry the answer out of him the first time he mentioned it. Should’ve listened to Jake.

Everything went by so fast, you had barely had time to process what was going on before you were shackled in handcuffs and essentially held prisoner by RDA Avatars.

“Who is she?” A deep voice asked, pulling you out of your seething thoughts.

Quaritch had a good estimate on who was who in the little rag tag group he caught. The five fingered teens one-hundred-percent belonged to Jake Sully while the human boy was a result of the Corporals past. So, that left you and Tuk. He would give it a fifty-fifty chance that the both of you were also Jake’s kids. Man, he and the Missus sure was busy, he thinks to himself, smirking at the thought.

By the only Na’vi boys reaction, Quaritch could tell that you were something else to the kid. A girlfriend perhaps?, he thinks, best friend?.

Lo’ak knew he was fucked the minute Tuk managed to convince you to join in on their little ‘adventure’. Neteyam continuously told him to look out for you whenever he left to go hunt or do whatever their parents told him to do, threatening bodily harm and death if he didn’t obey. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing but regardless of it, still continued on with his plan. Neteyam was so going to kill him.

“Our sister,” Lo’ak muttered, the soldier behind him still had a tight grip on his queue, tightening it before he answered.

Everyone on the scene could tell that Lo’ak was lying. It was evident. The boy's ears were pinned back, mostly in pain, and his tail fell limp beside him as it gently curled in on itself.

Bingo, Quaritch thought to himself, more leverage.

“Hmm, I think you’re lying, boy,” the Corporal starts, inching closer to Lo’ak, “And do you know what I do to liars?” he asked.

You gulped at the man’s words. You could only assume his following answer would entail torture or death. You all were totally fucked either way.

Lo’ak refused to answer the man’s question, making Quaritch smirk even more.

“I punish them,” he answered, a sick and disturbing glint in his eyes as he stared down Jake Sully’s second son.

Anxiety spiked in all of our systems, making you struggle further in the soldier's grasp.

“Don’t hurt him,” you and Kiri pleaded, the soldiers behind you yanking back on your braided queue, making you cry out in pain.

Quaritch tsked at your response, turning towards you as he stalked towards your figure. “I’m not going to hurt him, sweetheart. Just you,” he finalized, pulling out a knife that was sheathed in its carrier on his hip.

You and everyone else began to protest at his words.

“(Y/N)! No!” Lo’ak cried out, trying to inch closer towards you to protect you but was pulled back by a soldier, hissing out in pain and frustration.

Tuk began to cry as she saw the knife inch towards your face before it dipped down to your neck.

“You fucking asshole!” Spider yelled out, struggling in the grips of the two Avatar soldiers holding him, surprisingly making them struggle to keep him in their grasps in return.

Kiri could only close her eyes in response, not wanting to see you get hurt in front of her.

You stopped at the contact the cold knife made with your warm skin, the temperature of it making you lightly flinch back at it. Your heartbeat rose increasingly within the confines of your chest, hammering against the bone. Holy shit, you thought, this is how I’m going to die.

As you looked around and saw your friends' reactions, you accepted your fate. You accepted that you were going to be murdered in front of them. You could only hope that your death would help the Sullys and Spider escape from the soldiers and Quaritch safely and unharmed. You also hoped that it was going to be a quick death. You didn’t want them to see you suffer.

It’s okay, be calm. Don’t fight back, it’ll only make it worse. Mawey. Eywa, please ensure the safe return of the Sully’s and Spider. And make sure that Neteyam finds only happiness after this, you prayed.

Quaritch had taken your queue from the soldiers grasp behind you, granting you momentary relief from the tight hold only to be replaced with an even harsher grip. You hissed out at the returning pain.

“Now, listen here boy,” he starts, pointing the clean knife at Lo’ak, making him look at him, “I want ‘ya to contact your Father and tell him that if he isn’t here after the sun sets, girly over here,” he gestures to you with the knife in hand, “Is going to be gutted and strung up on the tree line as a little surprise for your Daddy. Am I clear?”.

His words makes Tuk cry even harder, making the soldier behind her give up on her hold on the girls queue and instead hold her up by her arms.

Lo’ak reluctantly nodded at his words, swallowing down the gathering spit in his mouth. His eyes jumped from Spider to Quaritch to you, then to Kiri and Tuk. He was dreading the moment his parents and Neteyam arrived, knowing that regardless of how much they cooperate, Quaritch is going to do whatever he wants to even if that includes staying true to his words of harming you.

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The three were close to nearing the old abandoned shack when Lo’ak called in again, the line going static for a second before he spoke up.

“Quaritch is giving you until after sunset to arrive,” he shakingly starts, anxiety clearly evident in his tone as he speaks, “Or…or he’ll gut (Y/N) and string her up as a welcome gift for you.”.

Neteyam nearly crashes into a tree when he hears his brother's words.

Quaritch was threatening the life of you, his mate, in hopes of riling up Jake. Well, it was working, except it was Neteyam who was riled up and not his Father.

All the boy could see was red as the three of them silently continued their flight towards your destination after Jake told Lo’ak that they were on their way and that the message was clearly received.

Rage boiled up inside of Neteyam’s body, causing him to slightly shake from the emotion atop his ikran. He was going to kill every single one of the soldiers there once he arrived. He’d do anything to get you back. Anything.

———

Everything ached.

From your queue, to your scalp, to your neck, and to the fresh new wound Quaritch left after he decided Lo’ak was taking too long to relay his message to his Father. He had sliced your thigh and stabbed the wound in response, jamming it into the flesh/plush of your thigh. You cried out to the brutal attack, growling out in pain as a handful of tears fell down your cheeks. Quaritch only smirked at your reaction, throwing you down onto the ground as the rest of the soldiers followed suit in discarding their prisoners, herding them into a circle.

Kiri helped you up, allowing you to lean into her. She quickly assessed your wound and deemed that you were going to be fine, as long as no one pulled the knife out from your leg.

Lo’ak held your head in the palms of his hands as he looked for any other slices Quaritch managed to make before stabbing you. He didn’t find any and sighed out in relief from that.

Spider had gathered Tuk in his arms and tried to silence her crying before any of the soldiers got inspiration from Quaritch and decided to punish the child for crying.

“Fucking son of a bitch,” you whispered between grinded teeth after the attack, trying your best to not yank out the foreign object in your thigh. You began to think that maybe you will end up dying out here after all, amongst the beautiful greenery of Pandora. Albeit it not being the way you wanted to go out, it still wouldn’t be the most gruesomest death you imagined happening. You just wished that you were able to kiss Neteyam goodbye one last time.

———

Furious wouldn’t even begin to describe the type of emotion he was feeling at the moment. There probably was no word equivalent to the emotion he currently felt.

Neteyam had ended up disobeying his Fathers orders of him staying with the ikrans, saying that he was ‘too emotionally invested’ and that his anger was too risky for what he was about to face. He thought it was utter bullshit that he wasn’t allowed to aid his parents in rescuing his siblings and his lover from Quaritch. If anything, it gave him more of a reason to focus and get everyone out of there safely.

He had managed to take down two Avatar soldiers in his search for you. He decided that they weren’t worthy of wasting his arrows on, slicing and stabbing them until their throats were practically open wide in exposure or had any time to process the pain. He’d been quick and brutal in his attacks. The more bodies he left behind, the more closer he was to having you in his arms.

His Mother had already released her arrow by the time he arrived on the scene, causing the other soldiers to shoot out into the trees and pull you all up in response. He was forced to hid behind a tree, eyes desperately searching for your familiar figure amongst the Avatar bodies and his siblings.

Neteyam’s eyes finally found your body, still in a soldiers grasp as they tried to pull you away towards where the others were gathering.

His gaze narrowed at the soldiers tight grip on you, robotically notching an arrow and drawing his bowstring back, almost immediately letting it go just as quick as his initial drawing of the arrow.

The arrow lodged itself in between the eyes of the soldier, it’s body slumping backwards as it’s grip loosened on your body, allowing you to follow its descent to the ground.

You groaned out in pain when your body made contact with the forest floor. You were too tired to move out of the way once you realized the soldier that had you in its arms had died, accepting your fall to the floor as gracefully as you could. The knife was still in your thigh, shooting electric hot pain up your leg upon being disturbed from the short fall.

You felt another pair of hands grab you and roughly pull you upwards, you screaming and kicking in retaliation. But just as quickly as their arms grabbed you, they let you go, a loud grunt and hiss following as their body was thrown to the side.

Neteyam had quickly made his way to you once he spotted another Avatar pull you up. He had unsheathed his knife and jumped on the soldier, causing the two of them to roll around on the floor before Neteyam brutally and repeatedly drove his weapon into the Avatar’s body, not stopping until he was certain that he caused enough damage to the fake Na’vi.

Stay away from her, he thought after every stab he inflicted, it’s not her time.

You had looked up when Neteyam delivered the final blow, slitting the insignificant soldier's throat.

You had never seen your mate this angry. Sure there were times where he lashed out at you after an argument or got so angry he hissed and growled at his brother for his ridiculous antics. But never, never have you ever seen him so vengeful. You didn’t even know if vengeful was the right word to describe how Neteyam looked like at the moment. But nothing else came to mind.

“Yawne,” you whispered out, desperate to catch your boyfriend's attention, wanting to get out of the line of fire as quickly as possible.

The teen whipped his head towards you, eyes dilated to the point where they looked like slits in his pupils. His chest was heaving up and down heavily, lungs taking big gulps of air as he did so. A few braids fell in front of his face, masking some of it as he looked at you.

His whole expression softened once he laid eyes on you. He could tell that you wanted to get as far away from the scene as you quickly could, that sad and traumatic look in your eyes at you pleaded with him.

Neteyam quickly shook out of his stupor and gathered you in his arms, being weary of the knife in your leg that he just noticed. Another thing that made him want to kill Quaritch himself.

“It’s okay, I got you yawntutsyip,” he whispered back, dodging all of the flying bullets and arrows he could as he weaved into the heavy forest foliage. His grip on you never faltered as he jumped over logs and ducked under stray branches to get you to safety. His whole body was on autopilot as he ran around, solely focused on getting you out of there alive.

Once Neteyam had decided he was far out enough to not be chased or caught by any more Avatar soldiers, he gently laid you down onto the soft grass, eyes quickly assessing your figure for any other injuries he should be aware about. He let out a sigh of relief when he came to the conclusion that you had no other wounds that needed tending to, softly bringing you into his arms for a warm embrace.

You immediately broke down into the hug, burrowing your face into the crook of Neteyam’s neck and wrapping your arms around his back to bring him in closer. Your sobs were a telltale sign of how distraught you were from the events that just occurred, brain still racing to process it all.

Neteyam softly shushed you as he put one hand on the back of your head and the other on the lower portion of your back, softly rubbing the skin in attempts to comfort you.

“You’re safe now, my love,” he whispered, kissing your hair, “I got you. You’re safe.”.

You relaxed into your lovers arms as he comforted you, feeling safe in his hold.

Neteyam had never gotten that blood thirsty before and that frightened him a little. If he acted like this when you were in trouble, can you imagine how’d he act if you actually died as a result of tonight’s events? He didn’t know the answer to that. All he knew was that you’re his and he’d do anything to ensure that it is not your time yet.