Golfing With Lando

golfing with lando

just a short blurb about you joining lando while he golfs

“Hey honey, pass me the driver.”

“Okay!” You hop out of the golf cart and head to the back, looking at Lando’s array of clubs. “Um…” “The big one to the right.” Lando says, and you nod, grabbing it and handing it to him, happy to be useful.

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The Aftermath || LN4 {1}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: A year after losing your husband to an F1 crash, his teammate comes by and regrets never coming to check in on you. Warnings: 18+ only, grief and loss, depression, mentions of blood, alcohol WC: 2.2k

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It doesn’t matter how long the night may seem, dawn will find a way to fight the darkness and break in a new day. Another day without him. 

365. It had been 365 days since he left this world for an eternity among the stars. Even now, a year later, you struggled to say his name without spiraling into the abyss where you wished you could join him. 

“Racing is my oxygen, I need it to survive.” That is what he had said whenever someone asked him if he was thinking about retiring.

“I hate you,” you murmured to the picture of your wedding day, the bright smiles something that hadn’t been seen inside these four walls for a year. 

You could almost hear his mocking laugh and you sighed at the truth, you could never hate him. He was your other half, he completed you. You hated that he had left you and the emptiness that had remained in his absence.

“I miss you.”

A knock sounded at your door and you dragged yourself through the silent house to see what had been delivered. You didn’t want to have to interact with anyone, let alone on a day like this one. “Just leave it on the step.”

“Y/N?”

You stumbled at the voice and froze, wondering if it was too late to climb back into bed and pull the covers up over your head and hide from the world. 

“Please, Y/N, open the door,” Lando called out.

They had been teammates. They had been friends. The three of you had spent so much time together the media joked Lando wasn’t third wheeling but a part of a throuple. 

Your hand trembled as you reached for the stiff deadbolt, the harsh scrape evidence of how long it had been since it was last opened for a grocery delivery almost two weeks ago. 

After the funeral, everyone else moved on with their lives while you were left with dozens of decaying bouquets and sympathy cards that could never replace your husband. For a while there were phone calls and invitations but leaving the house had become daunting and eventually those had stopped entirely. You couldn’t blame them.

“Jesus,” Lando muttered as you opened the door. “Are you alright?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you pointedly ignored his question. 

He shuffled on the doorstep as he shifted his balance about. “It’s the memorial unveiling today, I thought you might want someone to drive you.”

If you could feel anything, you might have felt angry. “I didn’t know there was an unveiling.”

“Shit, seriously?” He ran a hand through his curls that had grown longer than he used to keep them. “You should be there.”

He carefully stepped around you and into the house, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the stale air before he frowned. You couldn’t remember when you last opened the curtains, preferring the dark where you could sit in his shirt and pretend he was still with you even after his scent faded from the material.

Lando stepped into the kitchen next, opening the fridge and cupboards to find them almost empty before slamming them closed. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said lamely as he stormed across the room to grab your shoulders. “I’m fine. I was going to order groceries today.”

“This isn’t fine, Y/N!” He sighed and released his grip so he could pull you into his arms. “I should have come by sooner.”

You froze as you felt the first human contact in months and felt his heartbeat against you, the rhythmic thump enough to jolt you back into control and you pulled away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively.

“I’m not your problem, Lando.” You turned to the door that was still open, his comical Fiat Jolly parked in the drive. “You should go.”

His head dropped as he slowly walked past, pausing only a moment to say something before he thought better of it and shook his head, closing the door behind him. 

The road noise in the retro pastel blue car was too loud to hear anything when Lando’s phone rang so he pulled over into the next parking lot off the busy streets and found Oscar’s name on the caller ID. 

“Hey mate, what’s up?” 

“Where are you?” his teammate asked in a hushed tone. “The ceremony starts in five minutes and you’re the one who actually drove with the guy.”

Lando stared out ahead at the shop space he had pulled into and saw it was a food mart. “I’m not going to make it.”

“What could possibly be more important than this?”

“I’ll talk to you later, tell them to start without me.” Lando hung up without a goodbye and rushed out of his car, an apology sent to his friend in heaven. 

There was no knock at your door this time, there was just the quiet scratch of the pot plant moving across the concrete step before it was unlocked and swinging open. 

You didn’t even have the energy to rise from the bed you had crawled back into, there was only one person who knew where the spare key was hidden. He pottered around in the kitchen and you heard the doors opening and closing before his bare feet padded softly down the hallway. 

“Coming in,” Lando warned as the door creaked open and he stepped into your room. “I hope you’re wearing something.”

Before you could ask why he gave you the answer and ripped the blankets off the bed. Cold air rushed in and you shivered as you pulled the hem of your husband’s shirt further down your thighs. The orange and grey pattern on the shirt caught Lando’s attention and his eyes turned down before he turned away and opened the closet.

You weren’t sure if he was expecting to see one half empty but you hadn’t been able to box up a single item. You were clinging onto them, and the memory they represented, for dear life. 

He grabbed a casual dress he had seen you wear before and tossed it over, the soft cotton covering your legs. “Get dressed.”

“Lando!” He had already disappeared back down the hall and you groaned as you rolled off the bed and onto your feet. The material hung loose around your body in a way it hadn't before and the dress was no longer flattering as you stood in front of the mirror. 

It was the first real time you had looked in the mirror and you barely recognised yourself. Your skin no longer glowed, your hair was knotted and unkempt and your eyes held no life where they were sunken into your face.

Needing to try salvage something of your dignity, you tried to brush out the knots but the handle snapped and you stared at it in disbelief. Sudden rage hit you as you failed at such a simple task and you threw what remained of the brush at the mirror, shattering the image but somehow making your reflection more true to how you were feeling.

“Y/N?” Lando skidded to a stop, barely missing the shards of glass on the carpet. “Are you alright?”

“No,” you admitted aloud for the first time and your legs gave out as reality crashed into you. “I miss him so much.”

You didn’t feel the glass slash your legs or the sharp pain as they stabbed your knees. You didn’t feel the warm blood seeping into the carpet or Lando’s arms as he picked you up. You didn’t feel anything but the overwhelming sense of loss like a fist squeezing your heart from inside your chest.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you,” Lando murmured as he sat you on the kitchen side and cupped your face. “I’m sorry I wasn't here.”

“I’m not your problem,” you reminded him as you shook his hands off your face. “You were his friend and I’m not an inheritance.”

“I’m your friend too. A shitty friend, but I’m going to fix that,” he said as he looked down at your bleeding knees, “starting with this.”

He went to the cupboard above the fridge to find nothing had changed and the first aid kit was still on the shelf you struggled to reach, but he easily did. You tried to get a bandaid from it as he placed it on the benchtop beside you but he moved your hands back and gave you a warning look.

“This might hurt,” he apologised as he broke the top off a saline bottle and started to rinse the blood away. “There’s some glass stuck in there - maybe we should go to the hospital.”

“I’m not going back there, especially not today,” you said with a lick of venom and a shake of your head. “There’s whiskey in the back of the pantry, just give me some of that.”

He seemed dubious about the idea but knew how stubborn you could be and exhaled a resigned sigh before getting the half empty bottle. He looked at you through the clear glass, above the sloshing amber, and you could feel the judgement in that stare.

“I have trouble sleeping.”

He didn’t give you a response as he handed it over before getting a chair to sit on, placing your foot on his knee so he could try to get the glass out with a pair of tweezers. To be honest, you were numb to everything and didn’t even need the alcohol but you gulped greedily at the spiced whiskey. 

“What’s that?” you asked as you noticed a pot on the stove, steam softly billowing up, and then you noticed the mouthwatering scent. 

“Vegetable soup. You need to eat.”

“When did you get so mature?” The joke fell flat as he looked up and you saw the depth of his own grief that he let escape from where he had buried it.

“A lot has changed in a year.”

There was no appropriate response to be said so you took another swig and felt the warmth of the alcohol hitting your empty stomach while he continued to pull shards of glass out.

“All done,” he said as he gathered the rubbish and left you to inspect the bandaids plastered all over your knees and skins too.

“If you ever look for a change in career, nursing isn't the answer.”

His lips curled up with a small laugh as he checked the pot and gave the soup a stir. “You’re meant to say thank you.”

“Thank you, Nurse Norris.”

Lando returned to where you were sitting after lowering the heat on the stove and tapped his finger on the stack of mail beside you. He picked up an envelope with the F1 symbol beside the return address and flipped it over before seeing almost a dozen others just like it. 

“Your invitation is probably in one of these.”

“Did you know there’s a clause in the contracts for ‘surviving spouses’?” You laughed bitterly and tipped the bottle back, no longer feeling the burn of the alcohol rushing down your throat. “They send a cheque every month, the very people who killed him and I want nothing to do with, and if it wasn’t already bad enough, they send it in his name.”

Lando looked at the envelopes and frowned. “Seriously?”

You took the top one and ripped through the seal to show him the cheque address to René Gauthier. On and on, you tore them all open and Lando swallowed deeply as the mess grew.

“Do they think €10,000 a month is going to make everything better? Nothing they do can bring back my husband.”

“Nothing can fix what happened,” he said as he wiped your cheeks that you hadn’t noticed were damp with tears. “I know it doesn’t make it any easier but they brought in new regulations this year, so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Sometimes I wish he hit those officials,” your voice broke at the whispered confession. “He would have had to live with that guilt, but at least he would be alive. Oh god, I’m a terrible person.”

René had been labelled a hero for the manoeuvre he had done to save the lives of the officials that were in the wrong place. He had put himself into a wall swerving away from them and while they had walked away unscathed for their mistake, your husband had died for his. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re not a terrible person, Y/N,” Lando reassured you as he pulled your hands away from where you had hidden your face in shame. 

The alcohol had hit your system and you closed your eyes as the room swayed, your words falling unfiltered as your head spun. “Racing was his life, Lando, but he was mine. I don’t know how to live without him.”

The bottle disappeared from your fingers and you lifted your heavy eyelids to see Lando putting it on top of the cupboards out of your reach. 

“You find a way to live because it's what he would want.” He scooped you up off the counter and your head fell into the crook of his neck without resistance. “You find a way to live because we’ve already lost too much. I’m not going to lose you too.”

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FOUR BIG GUYS

or: John Price lets 141 fuck his girlfriend.

dubcon. gangbang. double penetration. daddy kink. breeding kink.

"look at 'er, cap'n. pretty thing, isn't she?" simon coos, amused, pressing the head of the pink vibrator against your puffy clit.

you spasm beneath his hold, head fuzzy and thrashing your legs in a desperate attempt to get away from another crashing wave of orgasm. "c-can't! no more, please! please!"

"shh, s'okay, pretty girl. doin' so good for us," johnny whispers, soothing soft circles on your ankle as he keeps you from squirming away.

"such a cute cunt.." he groans, a low sound straight from his throat before his eyes go to fixate on the kitten-themed buttplug buried inside of you.

"nearly there, puppy. gon' cum for us?" kyle peppers light kisses over your shoulders, chest pressed against your back. he tweaks a perky nipple with each hand, a soft grin overtaking his features as you try to get away from his touch.

"hafta' loosen you up a bit more and we can finally fuck you, yeah? sound good?"

you whine, a keening sound that quickly becomes a gasp when simon's leather-gloved hand slaps against your swollen pussy.

"he asked you something. better fuckin' answer it, princess."

"yes!" you cry out, "sounds so so good, kyle! w-wan' be stuffed full with your— a-ah fuck— cock! wan' to feel you in my belly!" your mindless babbles makes your boyfriend, john, curse, hands cuffed and tied to a chair.

("just a safety precaution, cap'n." soap had reassured him. "wouldn't want to be killed 'cause i was havan' mae way wit' yer girleen, eh?")

you stare at simon, teary-gazed and eyes blown wide with lust, soft hiccups leaving your lips as tear tracks run down your cheeks.

"think you can take the three of us, princess?" he turns the vibrator off, reaching to flick your clit, pinching the bud between gloved fingers. you yelp, throwing your head back to rest against kyle's shoulder.

"c-can't—"

"ya wanna be our good girl, yeah?" johnny whispers, cutting off your complaint, spreading your legs and placing them on his shoulder. "know you can do it, sweetheart."

"no, johnny, s'not gonna fit- you're too big, it's not-" he growls, a swift snap of his hips that has him burying his entire cock into your weeping cunt.

"jonhnny!" you squeal, hands slapping against his chest to try and push him away.

he doesn't let up, pressing his weight against you to pin you down. "there we go.." he groans, patting your clit. "told ya you could do it."

kyle's voice by your ear sends a shiver down your spine. "ready for one more, pup?"

".. o-okay.." you sniffle pathetically, feeling him press a kiss by the side of your neck as he whispers "thank you" against your skin.

kyle takes out the buttplug out of your stretched hole, wet with lube. when he pushes the tip of his length in, the burning stretch makes you mewl, toes curling.

your eyes flutter shut, a string of "pleasepleasepleaseplease—" when he finally sinks himself to the hilt, balls pressed snug between your ass.

"atta girl," he hums a stuttering breath. "fuck, you squeeze my cock so good, pup."

you feel a roughened palm cup your jaw. blearily, you blink back the tears and meet johnny's eyes. "still with us, pretty?"

"mhmmm—" your eyes stray for a moment, seeing a glimpse of simon grasping a tuft of john's hair to keep him from looking away.

you feel dirty for a quick second, two cocks stuffed inside of you, stretching you impossibly wide, as your boyfriend watches you get fucked by his men.

kyle follows your gaze and you're taken aback when you feel him snap his hips into you, choking on a wail.

"s-so fuckin' tight, captain," he chuckles. "trained her so, a-ah, well. fuckfuckfuck—!" his eyes roll back into his skull. "god, you feel so good, pup. sucking my cock in like a good whore. you were made for this, hm? made to be fucked by more than one cock in you."

johnny begins to move as well. thrusting inside when kyle is pulling out to make sure neither of your holes feel too lonely.

"doesn't it feel so good, baby?" he asks you between gasps, fucking his thick length into your dripping cunt. you can barely hear him with the sloppy and wet sounds your pussy is making. "you're gonna cream on my cock, yeah? be a good girl and cum for me?"

you nod, begging. "y-yes! wan' be your good girl, johnny! i'll do anything, just lemme be your good girl!" you're sobbing now, cute cries of pleasure that makes simon's dick throb in his pants.

"if you fuckin' cum in her, you're all dead, you hear me, muppets?" john growls, feeling the rope dig into his skin.

it's almost too much, being bounced on their laps and letting them have their way with you. toyed like a fleshlight, making a mess on their thighs as they chase their release, searing breaths against your skin as your walls spasm around them.

your eyes are dazed when you open them, head tilted to the side as simon's pierced dick pats your cheek. "open up, princess. make your mouth useful for me."

your lips part for him, peeking up at him from behind your fluttering lashes, and he's quick to find out how well the captain has taught you.

the grin he sports is hidden by the mask but he can't stop the flicker of amusement in his words.

"what a good slut. gonna let me cum down your throat? let captain watch gaz and soap fill you up, hm?"

your try to search for your boyfriend's eyes but simon holds a fistful of your hair and forces you to take in more of his length.

"you're doin' so well for us, pretty girl," johhny says and you try to ignore the fact that you can feel him pressed against your cervix. a little more and he'd be right in your womb. "look so pretty with our cocks in you." he grunts out.

"fuck- nearly there! shitshitshit, baby, lemme come inside you, please," kyle nearly sobs, lost in the pleasure of your tight heat, fastening his pace even as he feels you clench around him. "fuckkkk, 'm so close, so close, hunnie!"

you end up coming with him, gasping out the syllables of his name even as simon pistons his hips at a speed that has you gagging. kyle freezes, cock buried balls deep inside of you as he fills you with the hot white spurts of his cum.

johnny grunts as you clamp down on him, creaming around him, squeezing his cock so tight that he decides to just grind into you till you come down from your high.

you can't stop the way your hips try to eagerly meet every one of his thrusts when he finally starts moving again, try to take him deeper even if your womb is the only other place he can go.

when he cums, hips stuttering and pace faltering, he makes sure you cum with him. wants to feel you squeeze his release from his balls, circling the sensitive bud of your clit. your moan is muffled by simon's cock.

his cum oozes out of your spasming little cunt and he grins at the pretty sight of your used hole stuffed full of him.

simon doesn't let up, not even when you push against his thighs to make him slow down.

"too much for you, princess?" he coos, mocking. "make me feel good, yeah? be a good little girl and help me cum." and you nod and let him use your throat however he wants.

you wanna be their good girl.

wanna be their best girl.

when they're done with you, three holes leaking with their release and covered in their marks, they're surprised when you still cry out a weak, "daddy, need you..."

and oh, all the blood rushes to john's cock.

there you were, overstimulated, skin painted with squirts of cum still dribbling down your spent cunt, voice hoarse and still looking for him.

still needing daddy's cock.

couldn't be satiated without him filling you up, your stomach bulging with the outline of his length as he molded your walls back to the shape of him.

how could he keep his needy baby waiting?

the sound of rope tearing has kyle and simon's heads shoot up from where they were catching their breaths.

"oh, fuck me.." johnny whispers just as the captain goes to stand up, twisting his sore wrists, knowing that the promise earlier held some weight to it.

"oh, my poor girl.." he whispers, kissing your forehead, letting your sloppy little cunt drool over his fingers as he fucks your poor pussy even if his wrists ache.

"daddy's here, love. daddy's right here. gonna take care of you, alright? gonna fill you up nice and warm."

— and i don't really have enough motivation to finish this. so it's gonna end here.

Fresh Start

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “We all have our reasons”

Summary: Y/N is a non-practicing witch, living her own peaceful life in a small town after running away from home a few years ago. Stefan shows up looking to do the same thing and pretending to be human, although Y/N realizes he’s a vampire on-sight. They don’t press him, though, even as they start dating. When things start to get more serious, however, they can’t continue ignoring the secrets and truths of each others’ pasts.

Word Count: 2,228

Category: Fluff, little bit of Angst

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive family, no details or descriptions

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“We’re closed- oh, hey Stef.”

“Hey, Y/N.” My friend and boyfriend of about the last month gave me a small smile as he walked through the door of my bar. We were closed for the night, so I’d briefly been bracing myself to throw out somebody who didn’t realize or want to accept that fact, but Stefan came to spend time with me as I closed things down pretty regularly.

We’d met in this same bar just over a month ago. Stefan had just arrived in town, and after moving into his house on the edge of town, he’d wandered into the bar to start introducing himself to everyone. I’d served him a drink while we chatted, and we’d actually hit it off the bat fairly quickly, which I hadn’t been expecting to do with a vampire.

He hadn’t officially told me he was a vampire yet, of course. But I was an out-of-practice witch. And just because I’d left my coven and come here for a different life, didn’t mean I couldn’t still clock a vampire from a hundred yards out.

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Admittedly I haven't watched much of TVD but I love Stefan and Damon(and vampires!). Could I put in a request for any of the vampire boys of your choosing, I want a story of the reader asking the vampire to feed on them for the first time. Focusing on the intimacy and trust it takes for a human to allow a vampire to bite them. Of course you can make it sexy if you want.😉

Biting

Warnings: swearing, smut, bitting (vampire and human style).

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x human!reader.

Words count: 1205

I am so sorry for the wait, and I really hope you’ll like this! I’m writing all of your requests now so they will come out the next two weeks.

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“No.” He said, immediately shutting down your idea. You sat up straighter on the couch and leaned over to him. “Why?”

“I’ll hurt you, Y/N, we both know that.” He said, finally turning to look at you.

“No, you won’t.” You put your hand on top of his. “I know you won’t. I trust you, Damon. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked this.”

You’ve been thinking about how Damon feeding from you would feel for quite some time, and you finally suggested the idea to him. He didn’t like the idea as much as you did.

“I don’t care, I’m not risking it.” He insisted and you sighed. “Look,” he turned to face you fully, “I love you, and the idea of feeding from you has been through my mind a couple of times. But we both know my self control isn’t too high up in the air. And not under any circumstances am I risking your life.”

“You’re not Stefan, you do have self control. Please, Damon, let’s try this and you can stop whenever you want to.” You begged him. He stood up and walked towards the stairs, making you frown. “You’re just gonna walk away because-“

“You coming?” He asked, cutting you off. You nodded quickly before following him to his room, the one you’ve been sharing since you started dating.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you and if you don’t feel comfortable, then you tell me. The most important thing here is you.” He said as he took a sit on the bed, motioning you to sit beside him. “I will, I promise.” You said and took off your jacket, your neck more exposed for him. The truth was, after he told you what was one of the meanings behind d a vampire biting a human, you let your imagination run wild a little. You had dreams, thoughts, you are almost always wet and horny for his touch.

He started by kissing you softly, slowly pushing you down to the bed and climbing on top of you. You kissed him back, moving your hand to his hair and your other to run down his chest. You felt his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission. You opened your mouth and let your tongue meet his. You started sucking on his tongue softly, your thighs clenching together as he let out a soft moan. His lips moved to your jaw, then neck, sucking on your sweet spot. You moaned quietly and tugged on his roots, only encouraging him to continue. At first, it was just a swift graze of his teeth on your skin, but soon his fangs sank into your neck, making you gasp. He went slowly and gently, but you needed more. You took his hand and led it to your breast, feeling him squeeze it before letting out another moan. His teeth left your neck and he looked up at you. Your blood was staining his mouth and his eyes were red, veins moving visibly under them. You clenched your thighs even harder.

“Damon…”

“So, this whole thing was all because you were horny?” He asked, cupping your cheek. “You could’ve just said something, bunny.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

He unbuttoned your jeans before pulling them down along with your soaking panties. You took off your shirt and bra, now laying naked under him. His eyes roamed your body before he started kissing your chest, his saliva still mixed with some of your blood, but you didn’t care. He sucked small marks all the way to your nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned softly, gripping his hair and closing your eyes. His hand slowly made its way to your core, sliding his finger through your wet folds. “You’re fucking soaking for me, baby.” He whispered before applying the smallest pressure on your clit, smirking as your mouth gaped open.

He kissed his way down your stomach, all the way to your heat. “So beautiful.” He said to himself as he spread your legs for him. He licked all the way from your hole, that was desperately clenching around nothing, to your clit. Another moan escaped you as you arched your back, your hips lifting from the mattress, only for his hands to aggressively push them back down. “Behave.” He said sternly before diving back into your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit before he started to suck on it harshly. You let out a pornographic moan and threw your head back as he continued to pleasure you. You got closer to the edge, feeling the familiar knot form in your stomach. However before you could finish, he completely drew back, standing up from the bed. You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together as your pussy ached.

“Don’t worry, baby girl.” He said as he appeared back on top of you, his clothes now gone. You looked down and almost moaned at the sight of his hard cock, feeling your mouth start to water. You reached your hand to start pumping him, but he stopped you. “I can’t wait much longer.” He said before leaning down and starting to kiss the same area he bit only minutes ago. He lined up with you before pushing in, making you grip the sheets underneath you tightly in your hands. “Damon.” You moaned as he started moving.

His teeth sank back into your neck as he quickened his pace, making you moan loudly in surprise and pleasure. He kept his fast pace and moved his hand down to rub circles on your clit. “Damon!” You cried out and clenched around him. He bit deeper into your neck but it didn’t hurt you. You were on a cloud of pleasure. As you both neared your orgasms, he pulled back from your neck and looked at you. Your mouth was opened and your face was written with pleasure. He gave you a few aggressive thrusts before you both reached your peaks. You screamed his name and sank your nails into his skin, leaving marks that were going to fade after two seconds.

“Fuck.” He panted and laid on top of you. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath as your hand subconsciously moved to play with his hair. “I think that was the best sex we’ve even had.”

“Except for that one time in the kitchen..” you trailed off, the memory running through your head.

“I’m gonna get hard again.” He said, making you chuckle, and climbed off of you. “I’ll get you something to clean up with, wait here.” He said and walked to the bathroom, you stared as his ass until he was out of view. He came back with a wet cloth and started cleaning up your body until he reached your neck. “You want some of my blood so the mark will go away?” He offered you as he cleaned off you blood.

“No, leave it. I like it.” You said, making him smile. He laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

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