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adventuringblind · 11 months

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Hi, I saw you were asking for requests and I thought I'd give you an idea for Max Verstapppen x reader fic. I don't request much so if it's too detailed I'm sorry, you can change anything you want, it's just a scenario I've had in my head for a while. I was thinking about enemies to lovers, grumpy x sunshine (also I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending) ❤️❤️❤️

Ok, so imagine this: Reader is a new redbull media person/photographer and Max has an instant crush on her but acts like an a**hole cause he can't understand his emotions towards the reader. Other drivers tease him about it. I imagine someone ask why he doesn't like her and Daniel just straight up says "cause he loooves her" and Max gets all flustered. The reader is an absolute sunshine and tries to make him like her, even tho she is hurt by his behaviour. At some point (maybe right before a race or smth) he says something about her and she overhears and is heartbroken and suddenly stops talking to him.

I don't have an idea for an ending except that if you are up to I would love some smut 😂

Behind your walls

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: grumpy x sunshine, smut, angst if you squint.

Request: yes and it made me so happy. I hope I did your idea justice! My requests are open (specifically for Charles, Max Lando, and Oscar). Please don't hesitate to send in an idea!

Summary: Max knows he loves you but can't admit it to anyone, including himself. What happens when you over hear something he say? Will he be able to finally be vulnerable?

Warnings: Max is a jerk (blame is on Jos), pining, mentions of anxiety and a panic attack, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Notes: second pov, I got a bit carried away, and I've never written smut before, so figured crossed it's not as cringe to you as it is to me. I think I changed like one or two things about the request but tried to follow it as much as I could.

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Max has never been the best at dealing with his emotions. Sure he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, but all of them ended in confusion and heartbreak because of father wanting him to dedicate his entire being to racing.

So he did the only logical thing and walled himself off. Only having the occasional fling and never letting himself get to attached.

Then everything changed when he met you. Your sweet personality hired to drag him around all of his PR duties.

He'd made several of his PR managers quit. Ironically, not because he was an asshole to them, but because he had a talent for hiding from the press. It drove his managers insane. Redbull hoped that hiring someone warm and gentle was that you could coax him into fulfilling his responsibilities.

Everyone seemed to love you. Wherever you went, smiles followed. You'd even managed to convince Daniel into being productive and out of whatever his next shenanigan was. Not that you minded them, often laughing along with him if the situation arose. And to everyone's surprise, Max did spend more time with the reporters.

This, however, came at a price. For some reason that nobody could understand, Max Verstappen despised you. Or that's what you thought.

Max himself just thought he was doing the right thing for himself. No matter how many delicious coffies you brought him for early mornings. No matter how many of his jokes caused you to laugh. No matter the praises for wins and comforts for losses. Not even the look of admiration and respect you had for him and how he wanted nothing more than to sweep you away from this terrible world. He would not fall in love.

So he became a jerk to you. Giving you the cold shoulder. He always made sparky remarks at your expense. He even went as far as verbally telling you to 'piss off' even though deep down it hurt him too. Yet you still never wavered. Merely brushing it off and going back to whatever you were previously.

One day during a race weekend, Max found himself with Daniel during his downtime. The two of them eating lunch and chatting about life. The conversation was pleasant until Daniel brought up you.

"I don't understand why you don't like her, mate." Daniel chuckled a little, but there was genuine curiosity behind his eyes. Then, a realization hit the Australian. "I bet you love her! Like a crush from a schoolboy!" He announces for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

Was he wrong? No. But Max wasn't going to tell him that.

"You're wrong, mate. I personally find her incredibly annoying." He scoffed. He was also trying to convince himself of this. It wasn't working like he'd been intending.

"Why do you think? She's like the sweetest person I've ever met." Daniel gives a confused look to Max, who is struggling to find a reason why.

He finally gives the Aussie and awnswer. "She thinks anyone will do whatever she wants cause she's so nice. It's aggravating to see people flit around at her beck and call like she owns the place."

Daniel's face falls, a frown now gracing his lips. "Damn, that's too bad, I think you would've liked her if you'd giver her the chance."

It's at this moment that Max felt a looming presence behind him. The grimace if Daniel's face apparent.

"Sorry for interrupting, Christian is looking for you, Max." Came your voice. Not the one he was used to, you sounded on the verge of crying.

You turned on your heels and swiftly left to find somewhere secluded to compose yourself.

You hadn't intended on eaves dropping. You caught the tail end of their conversation as you were walking up. There wasn't much other noise around, and it's not like either male knows the definition of quiet.

Max, on the other hand, knew he messed up. He placed his hands over his face, shaking his head repeatedly. "I am stupid. I am stupid." He mumbled.

After the race that he managed to win, despite a rough start, he found himself immediately looking for you. Then he looked for you from the podium. And again, when it was time to be harassed from the media.

When he couldn't find you anywhere, he decided to ask Christian. He was hoping to get the chance to explain himself. Maybe even opening up a little because you deserved it after what he said.

Christian looked at him skeptically when he asked. "I thought you'd been told. She went back to the hotel. Security found her hyperventilating, so I had Daniel drive her back."

The rest of the day went by in slow motion for Max. Daniel mentioned a couple of times that you had anxiety. He'd mentioned that you are a people pleaser. You just wanted everyone to smile.

He hadn't realized how much damage his statement had done at the time. The guilt is now settling into the pit of his stomach.

He had someone else following him around. Definitely not as nice as you. He knew he'd fallen for you but couldn't admit it to himself. He needed to make this right. He didn't care if you hated him forever, but he wasn't going to let you think he hated you any longer.

Finally he was able to escape the cameras and locate Daniel. "I need your help."

You had spent your time in the hotel watching the race under your blankets and calming yourself down. You wouldn't lie that you genuinely liked Max. He started as an aquintance, but then you picked up on any grain he would give you. Any story he would tell to fill the silence. You wanted him to enjoy your presence as much as you enjoyed his. You knew you couldn't force it, but it wasn't going to stop you from at least being nice. Had you pushed it too far anyway?

Daniel knew about your crush. He said he saw that way you would listen to his long wonded explanations with patience and understanding and new only someone who loved him could manage that.

However, Daniel had also given you a false sense of hope. The Australian said that he saw how Max wanted to make you laugh. How he followed every PR obligation so you could keep your job. He wanted you around, too.

The tears started rolling again at the thought.

It's evening now. You hadn't eaten since this morning, but your stomach had no intention of letting you nourish yourself. Your anxiety over needing to make everyone happy getting the best of you. You hadn't had a panic attack like that in awhile. Even going as far as to dry heave because of the intensity.

You were exhausted, to say the least.

You wanted to sleep, but Daniel had texted, saying he didn't care if you wanted it or not, he is on route to bring you comfort food.

You did your best to make yourself look presentable. Though when you looked in the mirror, you definitely didn't look happy.

The inevitable knock came. You didn't hesitate to swing open the door, ready to be greeted by a cheeky smile.

What you got was a Dutch with a sheepish smile holding your favorite food and some flowers.

"Before you say anything, please let me explain." He rushed out. He needed to, though, since you were trying to close the door on him. Instead, you pause, considering his offer, and let him inside without a word.

He steps in the door. Finally taking in your appearance and the state of your room. Both are in dissaray. You sit on the edge of the bed and patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts.

You'd always been patient with him. Another reason he loved you.

"I'm sorry for what I said."

You didn't want to believe him, but there was a genuine look behind his blue eyes. You don't say anything. Opting to just listen to him instead.

"I know I fucked up." Max continues. His voice shaking more than you'd ever heard. "And I know you may never forgive me for what I've done to you. But I am truly in love with you." He stares at the floor. Anxiety making him cast his eyes to the floor.

You are shocked, rendered completely speechless at the confession. "Why?" Wat the only thing you could get out.

Max sets down what he is holding and finds the spot next to you on the bed. "I know I treated you poorly. I thought that in pushing you away, I would protect myself. But I fell for you anyway."

He inhales sharply. Staring at your glassy eyes. How were you so calm? He felt exposed and vulnerable. "You don't have to talk to me ever again. But I couldn't let you go without telling you I love you."

"I love you too." You whisper. His head snaps up in surprise. Is he hearing things? "I have for a while."

Nope, he definitely heard right. He watches your lips twist upward into a small smile and let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I know it'll take time, but please stick around. Let me show you hard I've fallen."

"It dosen't excuse how you treated me, but I'll give you a chance."

(AN: You can end here if you're not in the mood for spicy things or want to leave it at cute and fluffy... or not. Your choice )

The proximity between you two is so close now. Your foreheads practically touching.

Giving into the intense pull towards you, Max gives in and places his lips on yours. You taste sweet, exactly how he'd imagined. He could already tell he was going to become addicted. "Can I start tonight?" He might be pushing boundaries, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least ask.

He didn't hesitate to kiss you again when you gently nodded your head, yes. Giving him permission to continue for now.

This kiss was much more heated. Both of you hungry to act on all the pent-up emotions you had for each other.

You had one or two partners before Max. You know how to please. So immediately you moved to straddle him. Your inate need to put others first taking over.

It shocked you when Max pulled you off. Suddenly not knowing what to do with yourself. "Tonight is about you." He whispered in your ear. Planting kisses on your jaw as he lays you on the bed. "I'm going to show you how I've fallen for you." Kiss to your nose. "How much I love you." Kiss you your forehead. "And how much I need you." Puncuated by a slow sensual Kiss to your lips.

His lips move against yours with passion and lust. You open your mouth to give him access to your mouth, and he instantly begins exploring.

His hands gently caress the insides of your thighs and run up along your sides. Pulling your shirt up little bits at a time.

Your hand find themselves underneath his shirt. Your fingers are trying to memorize the feeling of his skin.

Max pulls away for you, panting heavily. "Can I take off some of your clothes?" He asks. His voice laced with new found confidence.

You'd never been treated like this. Often take advantage of because you are a giver. You gave constent sure, but this is a whole new level. You nod your head yes again, though looking skeptical.

Max picking up on this stops everything he's doing. "Are you ok? Your face is telling me something different."

"Yes, sorry, this is just a little new to me." You explain.

The shock hits Max once again. "Are you a virgin?!" His mind reeling that he was possibly going to take your virginity and he wouldn't have known.

He's more confused when you start laughing. "No, no! It's just that nobody has treated me so well before!"

"Oh, well if that's the case." A smirk finds its way onto his face as he straps you your shirt, then his. Then he takes your pants, your bra, and finally pauses. Laying kisses to every party of your body.

"I wish I hadn't closed myself off for so long. You're so beautiful. I've wanted you to myself like this for so long."

You pratically moan at his words. "Are you going to finish undressing?"

"What do you not get about me taking care of you." He places a finger over your lips to shush you. You sigh and comply. Letting him take control of the rhythm.

Max is over the top of you. Inching his way down. Sucking and leaving little marks as he goes.

He makes a pit stop at your chest. Gently taking your nipple and rolling it between his fingers. His tongue then finds the other one. Swirling it around, then sucking. Listening to you whimper beneath him.

"Do you like that lovely?" The cockiness in his voice not going unnoticed.

He trades sides with his hand and mouth. Trying to give equal attention to both your tits. His free hand now placed firmly on your hip to keep you still.

When he felt he'd given ample attention in one area, he made his way down lower. He stopped at your still clothed lower half. "Can I take these off you now?"

"If you don't I might cry."

Max has them off seconds layer. Now discarded with the rest of your clothes.

His gaze burns into you. His breathing erratic just looking at you. "Your are the most gorgeous thing on the planet."

You swallow hard as he finds a comfortable position. His head now in-between you thighs.

His finger gently rubs where you need him, and he places love bites to the insides of your thighs. "Glad to know I'm doing good so far." He smiles. His fingers are now coated in your slick substance.

You whimper again. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

He licks the finger that was previously touching you. Savoring every bit of the tast he can. "Exactly like how I dreamed."

It was your turn to chuckle now. "You dreamed of me?"

"Almost every night. I got off in the morning to the memory."

You want to dwell on his dirty confession, but Max's tongue doesn't let you.

It doesn't take him long to have you writhing. His tounge unrelenting.

His fingers find their way inside of you. The act alone almost sends you off the edge. Instincts take over as you find yourself closer to utter bliss. Your arms struggle to push max away. His arms hooked under your thighs to hold you close keep you from doing so.

Your back arches as you release. Max is slowly coming to a stop as your ride out your high.

Both of you are breathing heavily. Max's fingers are still caressing your hips as you both catch your breath.

Realization hits you. "Don't you need something too?" You ask, voice laced with anxiety over not pleasing him also.

Max only smirks, laying his head against your leg. "I fine, don't you worry. Tonight, we cuddle, and tomorrow I take you for round two."

And that's exactly what you did. Max helped clean you up and put on your pajamas. Then you two curled up in bed together. Him telling you everything he had been wanting to since he laid eyes on you.

You know this road worh Max certainly wouldn't be easy. But you're patient, and you'll wait for him. As long as he needs to let himself fully tear down his walls.

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talewrites · 2 months

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It’s the Little Things

Hope you enjoy my gushy short little fic :]

(I posted this once before but I was too embarrassed so I took it down. Putting it back now 😂)

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

TMNT Raphael x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Warnings: RIDICULOUSLY mushy, self-serving fluff, kissed while asleep

The rain quietly pattered against the dark window panes as the light from the TV flashed in the glass’s reflection. It was the end of a very long patrol, and Raph had made it back to your apartment quite late. As usual.

But as usual, you were up waiting for him with a hot dinner lovingly prepared.

Your daily lives were vastly different from each other. You ran a quiet bookstore in a reclusive area downtown, while Raph was one of the city’s fierce vigilante heroes alongside his brothers. You were definitely an odd couple. But you had your moments.

Moments like these- Raph thought gratefully as he swallowed another bite of your steaming homemade stew, piled onto a thick slice of buttered sourdough bread. He closed his eyes as he savored the rich flavor, saturated in red wine and melty slow-cooked beef, and had to stifle himself from moaning around the food in his mouth. Somehow you always managed to make the most delicious food, the kind that could warm and comfort tired and aching bones after a long day.

Speaking of you.

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Raphael glanced across the small wooden dinner table in their comfy little apartment, and found you sitting with your chin propped up on your crossed hands, with a glowing joyful expression on your face as you happily watched him enjoying the meal you’d made.

- and Raph immediately turned his head away, already beginning to feel his cheeks burning under his mask.

“…..It’s good.” He said gruffly, not daring to chance another glance across the table as he practically felt your joy intensify from his praise.

“ I’m glad~” It was a humble, yet cheerful response. Yet, somehow it left something fluttering in the large turtle’s chest. His face scrunched up tensely as he tried to will away the building heat in his cheeks, and resorted to hiding his face in the bowl of the heavenly stew.

…..Raphael was quite certain you would someday be the death of him.

Later that night, after you two had had your fill of dinner and the pot and bowls were soaking in the sink, you curled up together on your old couch in front of the TV. Raph was watching the evening news, followed by a mobster period drama he found he secretly enjoyed. While you had made home with a blanket and a book curled up in the grumpy turtle’s lap.

Raphael was lazily watching the TV and gratefully melting into the couch, letting his head tip back and stretch out the sore muscles in his neck. He barely noticed the pressure of you snuggled up warmly on his lap, already so accustomed to the feeling that at this point it would be more strange without it. When suddenly, he heard a clatter and flop from what sounded like your book sliding to the floor. He looked back up, expecting you to clamor up to retrieve it, but found you made no movement.

“……..?...” Raph looked down to check on you, and was met with the adorable sight of your peaceful sleeping face. Your head resting comfortably against his chest as you breathed slowly and deeply. A hand curled up under your chin while he other was pressed flat against his chest.

Raphael immediately felt his whole face heat up deeply at the sight, having to turn his head away and place a hand over his mouth for a moment to insure he wouldn’t explode from the sudden swell of feelings building up in his chest. He tried taking a deep breath to calm himself down. ‘What am I, a teenage girl….?’ He chastised himself as he calmed down enough to look back to you.

‘……Are they really asleep?’ He wondered. Raph studied your face, checking for signs of movement behind your eyes, but became caught up admiring the long strokes of your eyelashes against your cheek. It was just a small detail, but somehow, it sparked a warm feeling in him.

Raph found himself staring quietly at you as you dozed, and he became captured by your features as he gazed at you so closely. Your little nose, your soft complexion, playfully messy licks of your hair, the soft line of your jaw…. The corners of Raph’s mouth began to pull up in a kind smile as he gazed at you. Quietly, he drew up his hand to comb some stray hairs into place, and trailed down to gently stroke across your cheek, until the pad of his thumb came to brush softly across your lips.

Raphael was completely enthralled, and lost himself in his delicate ministrations. Before he even realized it, he found himself leaning in closely, until his lips connected lightly with yours. It was a delicate, revering, chaste kiss, one he would never have the courage to initiate around your waking self. But right now, not even the adoring (and embarrassing) gaze of his lover was present to shy him away from his enamor.

You stirred at the ticklish sensation, brows drawing together and making a soft cute sound as you sighed into the kiss, drawn awake by your boyfriend’s soft touches.

Raphael froze still upon hearing the small sleepy noise come from you. His heart fluttered nervously in his chest, afraid he had been caught in his intimate moment. Slowly, he pulled away from your lips and looked down at your face. Raph was met with the sight of lidded eyes staring up at him, with a faint blush and sleepy smile gracing your face.

Raph was indeed caught. But before he could fully process his quickly rising embarrassment, you quickly shut your eyes and feigned sleep once again.

“........???????” He was very confused now. That was definitely not the reaction he was expecting.

“......(y/n).....?” Raph called out to check on you, not exactly sure what to do in this turn of events after being caught sweetly kissing his sleeping lover. But you just kept your eyes closed, a very loving smile still painting your face.

“Mmh...... no..... I’m still asleep....... keep kissing me......~” You whispered sleepily from your spot nestled in the crook of his arms.

Raph was stunned. It felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart and warmed his whole body from head to toe. Your smile only grew wider from feeling him go tense, and your hand slowly reached up to stroke against Raph’s rough cheek, tempting him to draw back in until your lips met once again.“Mmh~” You made a happy sound that hummed ticklishly against Raph’s lips, breaking him out of his surprise and enticing him to return the kiss.

It was soft, slow, and wet, how your lips moved against each other in your own quiet revere under the comfortable cover of night. You both drew away for breath, only to gravitate in to meet again and again to taste each other. Raph became emboldened as your hand lazily trailed up to push up his mask, and he leaned down to start peppering kisses across your face. Smooching your nose, your eyelids, the dips of your cheeks, your brows, forehead, and the corners of your mouth. He smooched his lover softly until you were left giggling softly in his arms. He paused to listen to the adorable sound, more bright and peaceful than any church bells, before he went back to praise and worship those velvety lips once again.

You kissed back more slowly than before, your passion still there but your energy seemed to be waning. Your hand slid from Raph’s cheek and came to rest on his chest, and you felt your mind grow fuzzy from the gentle brushes of his lips. Soon, you felt yourself melt completely back into Raph’s warm embrace, as your sleepiness overcame you once again at the parting of one more kiss.

Raphael paused for only a moment to catch his breath between loving smooches, before he moved to return once again. He softly brushed his lips against yours in quiet invitation, but surprisingly, he found that you did not return his kiss. Instead, he felt the slow gentle draws of breath against his lips. You had fallen fast asleep with your head nestled against his shoulder, lulled to rest by his sweet kisses.

Raphael paused as your breaths tangled in the small space between your lips. All he could do was stare into the peaceful resting expression of his lover wrapped warmly in his embrace. His gaze didn’t leave your lips, swollen red from his attention. The soft breath of sleep tickling against his own sensitive lips. The large turtle felt a smile tugging at his mouth at the sight of his normally energetic partner so easily put to sleep in his arms. He wondered briefly if he could ever endure this level of affection from you at your usual energy, and came to the conclusion that he would most likely combust after only a few seconds.

Raph eventually came back to his senses. His cheeks heating into a bright red glow of self-consciousness as recognition dawned of his own actions.

“...........shit.”

Raphael closed his eyes tightly shut as he tried to shut out the feeling of steam rising from his head. He ducked his head, burying his heated face into your hair as he tried to suppress the building need to implode from embarrassment. He silently muttered excuses but quickly gave in to the strong feelings clenching in his chest.

He was helplessly in love with you.

(He was still denying it.)

“...........What are you doing to me shorty...” He quietly mumbled, resentfully, yet, adoringly into your hair.

(But of course, that won’t stop him from trying to suffocate these embarrassing feelings. He had a reputation to uphold after all.)

But it was times like these, under the privacy of a silent night, with sweet words and gentle touches, that Raphael gave in.

It’s the little things.

And he carried you off to bed.

The End

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certainlynotasimp · 1 year

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HIIIII! Okay so this idea has been living rent free in my head. But what if Miguel was away on a mission, and Sunny saw it as an opportunity to go ahead and jam out with headphones/earbuds/AirPods. Sunny’s a pretty good singer she just.. doesn’t like bringing it to people’s attention much. And I recommend listening to Can’t Tame Her by Zara Larsson. Sunny’s having the time of her life singing and dancing. Miguel gets back, and Sunny’s still jamming out until she eventually turns around and practically screams seeing him just standing there and all embarrassed 😂 what happens after that is completely up to you.

Dance With Me

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: I'm BACK!! lol. I'm so sorry for the long wait on your request and I absolutely love this song!! Such a bop. I honestly changed some details of your request and I added some details that my lovely Latinx spiderlings mentioned.

A/N: If you guys wanna read some more of my stuff, check out my master list. I have closed the tag list, but if you guys want live updates, a meeting place for simps, and maybe get your ideas added to fics, then come join the discord!

WARNINGS: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/ Female Pronouns, Pregnancy, Fluff, Embarrassing situation, and Deepl Translated Spanish ((Y'all let me know if the translations are better with this new site some of y'all recommended.))

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“¿Segura que vas a estar bien sola, mami?” Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own, mami? Miguel mumbles as he looks at his love standing by the oven. His eyes cautiously watch her hips sway softly as she hums softly to herself and makes her French toast. Her swollen stomach makes her movements seem more imbalanced.

“I’m sure, Miggy.” The heavily pregnant woman reassures her love. The woman turned back to her worried lover as he stood by the door in his blue spider suit.

Hitting the third trimester of pregnancy has led to Miguel becoming more of a protective force than he was before. He already had to fight his stubborn little sunshine to be benched during the first two months of her pregnancy, which resulted in the compromise of her moving into this apartment to appease both of them. Now in the sixth month of bringing this new little life into the world, the man had to basically be pried away from his apartment in order for him to go on missions outside of his dimension.

For example, if there wasn’t another Spot on the loose again, Miguel would be content with staying home with his girls and gorging on the trashy romantic comedies that she kept playing on repeat. Of course, he would never voice his disdain for the films. Not when he gets to see her eyes light up in delight as her voice floods the apartment in laughter.

“You really don’t need to worry about us, mi amor.” She calmly assures him as she wraps her arms around him. Her bump made it difficult for her to embrace him, but the little flutter of feet against his abdomen made up for it. “We always know that Papi will always keep us safe.” She mutters as her bright smile cuts through Miguel’s heart.

Cupping her face, Miguel whispers softly, “¿Qu�� hice para merecerte?” What did I do to deserve you? He presses gently kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and lips as she giggles at the feathery light affection. Miguel knees down and pressed a firm kiss on her bump while whispering, “Pórtate bien, Estrellita. No quiero que le causes muchos problemas a tu mami mientras no estoy.” Be good, little star. I don't want you to cause your mommy too much trouble while I'm gone.

A strong kick meets Miguel’s lips unexpectedly as he chuckles at Maria’s attempt to tell her father to get on the road.

Standing up, He gives his love another kiss before heading out. As he swings away, the pregnant woman looks down at her bump and mumbles.

“Now that Papa is gone, we can have some fun.”

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“Lyla, si vuelves a mandarme a algún sitio así, te pondré en el monitor de bebés de Mayday.” Lyla, if you ever send me anywhere like that again, I will put you into Mayday's baby monitor. Miguel seethes as he limps out of the portal with the rest of the team.

The mission was a lot more difficult than the team was briefed on. They knew that The Spot was involved, but Lyla didn’t mention Doctor Octavious and a Prowler would be there as well. Miguel had handled the two while the others worked to capture The Spot, but the task wasn’t easy as the large claw marks along his sides and heavy bruising proved. Luckily, they managed to capture the enemies, but everyone receive a significant amount of damage.

Lyla laughs as she plays with some weird virtual version of a toy Gwen had yesterday. The annoying popping of the rubber bubbles causes Miguel’s already sour mood to worsen as she muses, “ No need to fuss, Miggy. You guys are still alive and ready to kick ass tomorrow.”

“I don’t think being alive is a good thing right now…” Pavitr groans as he plops onto the floor as Hobie grumbles beside him about his destroyed guitar.

Jess rolls her eyes as she plops herself in Miguel’s normal spot by the monitor and throws Miguel a knowing glance.

“Why don’t you head on home, Migue?’ Jess offers which causes him to look at her a little surprised. “You need to be home with Sunny. Believe me, I understand how uncomfortable she is right now.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Miguel argues, “What about your-”

“My husband can handle Little Bit while I finish this report.” Jessica shuts him down as she shoots him a familiar glare he recognizes from his own mother. God, he hopes his sweet sunny doesn’t develop a glare like that. She would have him running for his money.

Miguel silently thanks his friend as he leaves, opting to swing home instead of the portal. Deciding to pick up some takeout from her favorite restaurant on the way.

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As Miguel approaches the door to their apartment, the soft buzz of pop music filters through the thick walls of the building. His eyebrow quirks up as he softly opens the door. The young black and white mass of fur greets with silent chirps as Miguel shushes him. He closes the door quietly as he kneels down and scratches behind the cat’s ears.

“¿Qué hacían nuestras chicas mientras yo no estaba, Moony?” What were our girls doing while I was gone, Moony? He coos as he stands up and places the bags of food on the counter.

Moony runs off as the soft voice he loves fills the apartment.

“Don't need no one, she can dance on her own

Club is closin', but she ain't goin' home

Night is still young, where the hell will she go?

Nobody knows nobody knows”

The hyper-pop music boomed from the sound system as Miguel rounds the corner and his face splits into a bright grin. His red eyes soften as he watches his pregnant love freely dancing around the living room with a pint of ice cream in her hand. His worn sweater consumes her frame as she twirls and blurts out lyrics.

“Can't tame her magic energy

She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)

Every time (every time)

But she don't care, she gonna do what she wants (she wants)”

Watching her ridiculously move with a large bump almost made Miguel chuckle, but he didn’t want to disturb her yet. He waits for her to twirl one more time before stalking toward their bedroom.

She continues her private concert as she shoves a spoonful of ice cream before using it as a microphone. The utter giddy from these past few months filled her being as she sings out.

“And you can't tie her down

When the night comes around (around)

Said she gonna party all night (all night)

And you can't change her

Can't blame her, can't tame her”

A pair of warm arms wrap around her waist as her heart stops in her chest for a moment before a warm purr rumbles in his chest. She relaxes as her purring lover mumbles, “Parece que tuviste un día divertido, mi amor.” You look like you had a fun day, my love.

“I did.” I giggle as she can feel his hips sway to the music with hers, playfully dancing with her. His warm hands gently rub her stomach as their little one happily greets her father with little kicks. “She’s gonna be ready to fight crime by the time she gets out of there.” She jokes through a particularly hard kick. The mother was now sure that Maria is gonna be as strong as Miguel with the bruises she was starting to have.

“Bien. Quiero que aleje a todos esos niñatos de ella hasta que tenga treinta años.” Good. I want her to fight all of those little boys away from her until she's thirty. Miguel grumbles as he thinks about his little girl possibly dating little punks in the future.

“Papi, she’s not even here yet and you’re already so protective.” She giggles as she turns around in his arms. Her eyes light up as she’s met with her grumpy boyfriend’s bare chest and low-hanging joggers, but a pout appears as she sees the large claw marks and bruises running on his sides.

“Por supuesto que sí.” Of course, I am. Miguel smiles mischievously as the music transitions into a familiar upbeat tune that causes his love’s concern to fade to amusement. “Tengo que proteger a mis hijas y mostrarles cómo los hombres de verdad tratan a sus hijas.” I have to protect my girls and show them how real men treat their girls.

A whirlwind of laughter fills the room as Miguel starts to pull her into the Cumbia. Her moments of imbalance missteps were soothed by his strong hands as he catches her. The couple spend their evening in each other’s arms dancing and loving their growing family.

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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Okay i just love nando + age gap + engineer!reader so here we are 😂 they’ve been together for 2 years and the team knows but everyone else doesn’t and nando really wants to start a family so he asks Lawrence if the reader could walk in the paddock with him on media day at the Dutch gp and have a day off (and basically she just shows up in the most beautiful and wag worthy outfit ever) and that’s when everyone catches on and the grid start teasing Fernando for having a much younger gf that is smart and beautiful 🫠 ps maybe they went to Spain during summer break and got engaged but no one knows except George cuz reader is besties with carmen cuz they’re the same age 😊 (I’m really going for the sunshine gf and grumpy bf trope)

A/N: Fed, I'm being fed so damn good today oh my god

"Can't I just show you off?" Fernando grumbles, tracing patterns on your stomach. His chin was resting on your bare hip the two of you exhausted after some, fun. "Nando, you know Lawerence said to wait." You sigh, pushing your boyfriend's hair back his face dropping.

He's always so grumpy, only smiling when you were in his presence or mentioned. "It's fucking stupid, I love you and want you next to me. Is that so fucking bad?" He sits up, the sheet falling off his shoulders. "Fernando, the team knows. That's better than nothing." Sitting up you press your chest against him. "Come on, don't get grumpy on me." You whisper, laying kisses on his jaw.

"We are in Spain." He mummers smiling, as he kisses you hand that now wears his ring. "It's the Dutch GP soon okay, just be patient." Fernando grumbles, just wanting to show you off. "Fine, fine. Carmen knows." You blush unable to help yourself when you sent a text to your bestfriend.

"I was excited, sue me." Fernando laughs, kissing you as he pulls the cover back over you.

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"You want to what?" Lawerence looks up, Fernando staring into Lawerence. "I want to make my relationship with Y/n, public. This weekend. I love her and I want everyone else to know it as well. I'm not asking for permission, it's me telling you." Fernando smiles walking out as he sighs, he can't wait for Friday.

"God you look gorgeous." Fernando groans, watching you button your white button up and tucking some of it into the waist of your pants. Cute black flats, with high waisted jeans to match. "I'm wearing a normal outfit." Sliding on your ring as Fernando stares at you, really tempted to take it off you.

"We'll be late, and stop giving me that look." Fernando smirks, pulling you in as he kisses you. "I can't wait to show you off." He whispers. "Well, let's go." You smile.

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"Heheheh robbing the cradle are you?" Lewis teases, as Fernando watches you show off the ring to Carmen. "Jealous?" "Of what?" Fernando just smirks as everyone has been giving him a hard time about you.

George has been the one laying it on thick. Saying if he was a girl would Fernando date him too. Carmen got him straight with one look and hadn't bothered. "I love her, she's gorgeous. Brillant and soon to be my wife and mother of my children Lewis. Joke about her age all you want, but she's everything to me." Fernando smiles watching as you smile brightly everyone joining you.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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No idea if you’re up for this but your smut it always spot on so this is me requesting for the first time. Kind of like mason doing some kind of no nut november thing, so he hasn’t had any relief in weeks and get hard pretty easily and it constantly in a bad mood bc of it. You know that so when he’s cooking dinner you hug him from behind, innocently at first before using the chance to dip your hand in his joggers and stroke him and he wants to fight you but it feels too good? It’s okay if you won’t write it, but I still wanted to ask :)

I Won’t Tell If You Don’t

Note - Okay but I actually love this request 😂 this was so fun to write so thank you for sending it to me and for your kind words 💕 please let me know what you think

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 3.8k

Warnings - smut and fluff

‘No nut November? Im sorry, Mase what the hell are you on about?’

‘We’re all trying it at chels’ he shrugged as he sat besides you in the sofa, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing him into you a little bit.

‘What? Like some weird bonding thing? What are you 13?’ Mason just laughed at your grumpiness, kissing your head lightly as you kept your eyes on the tv. ‘You could of told me before today, at least then we could of made last night a bit more special’ you grumbled, thinking back to the drunken quickie you and Mason had the night before when you got home from Kai’s Halloween party. Today was November the 1st and you felt like you hadn’t had any time to prepare.

‘We’re trying to practice self control’

‘Well it’s stupid’

‘You’re just moody cause you think you won’t be getting any for a month’ he teased and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. ‘Don’t worry, baby. I’ll still take care of you’ he whispered, kissing your neck gently as you felt your skin erupt in goosebumps. ‘I can still still use my mouth and my tongue, and my fingers’ he promised you, shifting you over into his lap so you were straddling his legs. ‘And these’ he laughed, tapping his thighs. ‘You know you can use me whatever way you want to get yourself off’

You couldn’t believe how easily he seemed to get you in these positions and you weren’t exactly complaining, his words sending a pool of heat to your underwear as you thought about all the other ways he could still please you but you couldn’t lie, you loved him being inside you the most.

‘But I want you Masey, I wanna feel you’ you breathed before attaching your lips to his and he groaned into your mouth at your words and the feeling of you grinding down onto him.

‘You can have me soon yeah? I promise it won’t be long’ he persuaded you, his voice slightly strained before he attached his lips back on to yours. You let the kiss get a little bit hot and heavy before stopping it, standing up to see the tent that was clearly visible in his grey joggers and he whimpered at the loss of contact.

‘You really think you can put up with this for a whole month?’ You asked, cocking your brow and crossing your arms but he just closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

‘I am the master of my own body’ he whispered but you were over all of it so with one final huff you marched upstairs to take a cold shower. If that’s how he wanted to to play it then fine, but you never promised you’d make it easy for him.

After your shower you got into bed, no longer wanting to talk to him about it so you picked up your book instead and got settled. You were only about five pages in when he entered your bedroom, clearly wondering where you were as he looked at you with a pout.

‘What you doing up here?’ He asked, crawling in next to you and laying his head on your lap.

‘Just reading my book’ you told him with a shrug and he gave you a small nod. You both were quiet after that, him letting you read whilst he lay there, his eyes shutting as soon as your fingers made their way into his hair on instinct.

‘Which drawer do you keep all your nice underwear in, love?’ He suddenly said in a soft voice and you looked down to find him looking up at you with gentle eyes

‘The second one down on the right, why?’

‘I’m putting a lock on it. Granny pants from now on yeah? In fact, I don’t wanna see you in your underwear at all. I’m gonna buy you a onsie I think’ he mused and you huffed whilst rolling your eyes, not thinking anything of it until he was up and inspecting the drawer and how he might me able to keep it closed.

‘You realise all of this is no good for you right? It’s healthy to cum, Mase’ you told him, placing your book down but he didn’t acknowledge what you said. In the end you left him to it, putting your book down so you could go to sleep in hopes this was all some weird dream.

However, unfortunately for you this seemed to be a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. Mason was deadly serious and it had been four days since he’d told you about his plan and to say you were frustrated as hell was an understatement. Obviously he’d told you he would still sort you out if you needed him to but you felt weird about the whole thing.

You knew Mason loved to make you feel good, always putting your pleasure before his but that didn’t mean you were selfish about it. You loved having Mason in the palm of your hand, knowing it was you making him feel that way and you making those pretty noises fall from his lips.

You weren’t sure how much more you could take though, and when he got home the next day you had to stop yourself from asking him to do something as soon as he walked through the door.

You somehow made it through the evening and when you joined him in bed you were quick to press your back up to his chest and wiggle your bum into his crotch.

‘I wondered how long you could keep that up for’ he laughed and even though you couldn’t see him you wanted to wipe that smug smile right off his face. You were desperate for him to touch you though so you let him carry on. ‘What do you want, gorgeous?’

‘You know what I want’

‘Okay then, what’s the second thing you want?’ He chuckled, his hands gripping at your hips playfully as he kissed your neck lightly ‘Come on, tell me’

‘I just want you to make me cum’ you breathed, and you felt him groan into your neck. His lips stayed where they were, kissing and sucking away as he moved his hand down to you thigh, hooking it up and over his own so he had better access to you before he gently pushed your underwear to the side so he could drag his fingers up your folds. You couldn’t help but moan contently into the air as his hands explored your body, slowly pulsing his fingers inside of you and bringing your high to the surface as quickly as he could. Because you had been thinking about him all day, it wasn’t long before you were there and you could tell he was cocky about it, but you could also feel him hard against your bum and you were hoping he’d forget his little commitment and go all the way.

You were wrong though, as soon as he’d ridden you through your high and made sure you were okay, he was up and in the bathroom so he could take a cold shower before returning to you so you could warm him up with your cuddles.

You weren’t sure why, you you were left feeling unsatisfied. Yes you’d got what you wanted technically but it didn’t feel like the full experience you were hoping for. And that’s how the days and weeks went on, him making sure you got what you needed but you never got him fully. It felt like you were in an endless cycle of foreplay, never quite making it to the main event and no matter what you tried he wouldn’t budge.

Failing to find something to lock your underwear drawer up with, you came home one night to find he’d taped a cross over the front with black and yellow caution tape to discourage you from opening it and you would of been mad if it wasn’t for the fact he’d brought you matching onesies that he looked pretty adorable in and seemed excited by.

You ignored his tape, making sure to wear the sexiest underwear you could find under your onesie so he got a little show when you took it off before bed. You loved the way his eyes lit up as he took you in before he made you see stars with his mouth or his fingers or when he was feeling particularly cheeky he’d make you ride his thigh just so you could look him in the eye as you used him.

But still, he didn’t once break and if you weren’t so annoyed at him, you’d probably be impressed. That didn’t stop him from getting hard at the drop of a hat though and his mood was spiralling as each day passed. He was 17 days in when he snapped at you for not grabbing his favourite cookies in the weekly shop, storming off upstairs and leaving you to pack everything away on your own with tears in your eyes.

He came back about 15 minutes later and you stood sniffling with your back to him before he slowly made his way over, hugging you from behind and kissing you shoulder gently.

‘Sorry baby’ he whispered into your neck and you shivered as his nose grazed the side of your ear. ‘I didn’t mean it I’m just a bit frustrated’ he told you and you sighed as you lent into his body, wiping your eyes as you tried to get your bottom lip to stop wobbling.

It was soon day 24 and you weren’t sure if you could survive the rest of the month with him like this. Always walking round with a permanent sour face and a persistent boner. You knew it must of been difficult and maybe you were being a bit harsh on him so you decided to drop the constant teasing and help him ride out the last days.

You returned home that evening to find Mason in the kitchen, his back to you as he was was stirring a pot on the stove completely oblivious to your presence. He was standing there in just his joggers, his top half bare and you wondered how he hadn’t managed to burn himself yet. You didn’t mind though, taking the time to appreciate the way his joggers hugged his bum so perfectly and the way the muscles flexed under his skin as he moved his arms.

You were desperate, and you knew he was too but he was just too stubborn to admit it. You also knew he wanted to make it to the end of the month so you shook the thoughts from your head and approached him carefully, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back when he jumped slightly at your touch.

‘Sorry baby’ you whispered, continuing to kiss along his exposed skin as he little out a little chuckle.

‘That’s alright, I didn’t know you were in. You okay back there?’ He asked and you could sense the smile in his voice.

‘I’m fine’ you mused, following the path of moles and freckles that adorned his back before nestling your nose in between his shoulder blades.

You could feel his abs fluttering under your fingertips which made you let out a content sigh. You loved Masons body and you loved how it reacted to your touch so quickly.

‘You feel kinda cold, bubs. Are you alright?’ You whispered into his skin and you smiled as you felt him shudder, your words clearing having an effect on him.

‘I’m a little chilly but I’ll live’ he chuckled so you began running your hands over his skin to try and warm him up a bit. You couldn’t ignore the faint moan that fell from his lips at your touches, the sound making want to clench your thighs together as it had been so long since you’d heard it.

You didn’t mean to, but you felt your fingers dip lower than they should of, brushing against the growing tent in boxers but he didn’t move or push you off. If anything his moans only encouraged you to touch him more until you eventually dipped your hand into his joggers to find there weren’t any boxers there at all.

You didn’t say a word, just carried on stroking him and kissing his back as he grew harder in your hand. It was like you were both in this lust filled haze where you’d forgotten about everything else, just the feel of each other after so long.

Mason was stood perfectly still, the pan he was once stirring was now bubbling over so you quickly switched the hob off and took the spoon out of his hand to place it on the side.

‘Masey, I won’t tell if you don’t’ you whispered into his neck and you smiled as you felt him shudder. ‘Just let me baby, I’ll make you feel so good I promise’

He didn’t say yes, but he also didn’t say no so you gently turned him to you and the look in his eyes told you everything you needed. You took his hand and led him out of the kitchen and straight over to the sofa and he was following behind you like a lost puppy.

Before he sat down, you tugged his joggers down his legs before pushing on his shoulders to make him sit. His eyes were on you the whole time as you knelt down on the floor between his knees, kissing over his thighs before you took him in your hand again.

‘Baby I really shouldn’t’ he breathed, shutting his eyes as he rested his head back on the sofa. You thought he was about to tell you to stop but when you felt him pull your hair up in his hands so it was out of your face you realised he wanted it. ‘Just go slowly for me, yeah?’ He asked and you nodded gently before taking him into your mouth.

You were ready to give him the best blow job of your life but you knew he’d enjoy it anyway since it had been so long for him. You did as he asked though, keeping things steady and slow and from the noises coming from him and the grip on your hair, you knew he was in heaven right now.

‘Fuck I’ve missed that pretty little mouth of yours baby’ he breathed, eyes shut as his head was forced back. ‘Always so good for me, aren’t you?’

‘Mhmm’ you hummed around him, the added vibrations clearly too much for him as he pulled you off by your hair and you wiped your mouth as he looked down at you with crazed eyes.

‘Jesus Christ, I nearly cum right there and then’ he breathed and you took the opportunity to start removing your clothes as he took himself in his hand and watched you, stopping every so often when he ‘d gone too far until you were completely naked and he beckoned for you to come and sit on his lap.

‘I wanna fuck you so bad but I know I’m not gonna last more than ten seconds inside you’ he admitted with a slight chucked but you were ready for him.

‘I don’t care, we’ll just have to go again’ you told him, kissing along his jaw. ‘How about we run up and have a shower together? Less mess that way’ You suggested and he squeezed your hips in agreement before pushing you up from his lap.

‘Go get it running, I’ll be up in a second yeah?’

‘Okay’ you whispered, kissing him quickly before dashing to your en-suite. You got the shower going quickly and only a few minutes later was he joining you, walking to wards you with his bottom lip between his teeth.

Without a word, you turned away from him and pressed you body against the cold tiled wall, parting your legs as an invitation and you moaned out bit when you felt his hands run down your back and pinch your bum cheeks.

He lined himself up with you before slowly pushing himself in, the pair of you letting out a sigh of relief as you felt each other finally after all these weeks. His hands that were resting on your waist moved around to your front before they parted. His right hand traveling down to where you needed him whilst his left traveled up to you neck, holding you at the base of your throat as he tightened his grip ever so slightly and pulled your body up to press against him as he thrusted into you slowly.

‘Fuck baby, if I ever suggest doing this again, please tell me how fucking stupid I am’ he whined and you smiled at his words, hands pressed up against the tiles as you tried not to loose your balance.

‘Gladly’ you chucked but the hand tightening around your throat made you gasp.

‘God I wanna fuck you so hard but I don’t wanna cum too quick, you feel so fucking good baby you have no idea’

‘I do’ you managed you chock out, overwhelmed by the way he was filling you so perfectly and hitting the spot you needed him too

‘Fuck’ he groaned, thrusting into you as fast as he could for a few seconds before he quickly pulled out and spilled himself onto your bum. His hands were back on your waist as his forehead come to rest on your back and he quickly washed himself off of you. ‘Sorry, love. I couldn’t hold it’ he laughed as you turned to face him with a smile to let him know it was okay.

‘Don’t worry about it, just make sure you’re ready again soon’ you winked and his face turned from embarrassed to cocky immediately, cupping your jaw as he backed you up against the wall so he could kiss you again. The warm water tricking over the pair of you relaxed you and when he placed his thigh in between yours you couldn’t help but rock your hips over him to keep the feeling between your legs alive. It didn’t take long for you to feel him harden against your thigh and you knew he was ready for round two.

‘Baby can we get on the bed?’ He asked pulling away and turning the water off. You chucked at his pout and pulled him back to you but he was looking down at you with a twinkle in his eye.

‘We’re all wet, Mase. We’ll soak the bed and then we’ll have to sleep in it’

‘Well let’s go to one of the guest rooms then’ he suggested, grabbing your hand and leading you across the hall and into the first room he came too.

‘You’re absolutely nuts’ you chuckled as he pulled you onto the bed with him, slotting you into his side as he hovered over you. He didn’t say anything, just kissed you immediately before his hand travelled to your clit, still wet from the shower as he traced lazy circles over it until you were bucking up into him.

‘Such a needy girl’ he whispered into your mouth before getting himself in position, resting your thighs on his forearms so you were practically bent in half when he lent over you. Again his pace was slow but you loved getting to feel every inch of him invade you as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes. ‘Do you know how hard it’s been? Touching you, tasting you, making you cum and then just leaving you?’ He groaned, pulling you legs up over his shoulders and holding your hands by your head. ‘I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long without you but it’s never happening again’

‘Faster, please Mase I want more of you’ you whimpered, trying to meet his movements but he was trying to drag it out, trying to remember this feeling so he’d know he couldn’t be away from you this long again. He did as you asked though, pounding into you deliciously and you held onto the bed sheets Your eyes were on his face but his were closed, clearly lost in the moment but you wanted to see him, to let him know how much you’d missed this. ‘Masey, please look at me’ you whined and his eyes flew to yours before he dropped your legs to back around his waist so he could rest his forehead on yours.

‘Fuck, I love you so much’ he breathed and you felt a shiver run up your spine at the way he was looking at you.

‘I love you too’ you whispered before he really started to pound into you, his fingers finding your clit so he could help you along before you wake around him which caused him to do the same shortly after. He collapsed to the side of you but bought you into his aroma fairly quickly, holding you tight and kissing your head.

‘I really wanted to make it to the end’ he whispered and you pulled back to look at his pouty face.

‘I know you did. But it’s not healthy and you were a right grump’ you laughed, kissing his jaw as he gave you an annoyed look. ‘But like I said, we can keep this between us, no one needs to know’

‘Yeah I know but it won’t feel right’ he huffed, trailing his finger up and down your back lightly. ‘Damn you for being so irresistible’

‘Sorry baby’ you chuckled, kissing his cheek a few times before he turned his head so you could kiss him properly. ‘I’m impressed you went as long as you did, and yeah you might not of gone all the way but at least we got some cute onesies out of it’

'I do like the onsies. he agreed, pulling you into him even more. 'How about we hop back in the shower so we can get you clean and warmed up again so we can put them back on and i'll finish making dinner, yeah?'

'Sounds perfect' you told him. Thankful his little experiment was over and you now had your favourite person back.

End

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mrsmarinara · 5 days

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Can you combine 8 & 9 from your off-season prompt list for John? 😂

An Abrupt Wake Up || John Marino

Prompt: 8. “You snore. Loudly.” & 9. “I don’t understand how I slept so good last night.”

WC: 1k+

A/N: I know I’m a slow writer but I had to post something for John’s birthday!

Summary: Making your relationship official during the hockey season was amazing, however, the off-season sheds some light on some things you didn’t know about your boyfriend previously.

Despite officially dating John for five months, now. You had never actually seen him get a good night's sleep. You spent the night over at his place and he’s slept over at yours so by now you thought that you understood his bedtime routine and weird sleeping idiosyncracies.

You were wrong.

For some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that John would sleep differently during the off-season than during the regular hockey season. He had always seemed like such a light sleeper. Coming back from a game or a roadie and just passing out and waking up a few hours later still in the same position he fell asleep in. This Summer you had quickly come to realize that he wasn’t getting really sleeping, if he was getting anything it was a power nap.

You had only come to this realization this morning as you watched him sleep and listened to his air horn of a snore. When he invited you to come home with him to Boston this Summer, you thought it would be peaceful and relaxing. There wouldn’t be any nerves because you had already met his family during the season. You couldn’t have predicted that your eyes would be bloodshot and that you’d have bags under your eyes after the first night. It wasn’t your preferred method of staying awake all night because of John, in fact, you’d rather stay awake with John, but that wasn’t the case.

Your eyes shifted over to the clock on the bedside table and you realize that now would usually be the time that you would wake up and get ready for the day. Instead, you wanted to grab earplugs and hide under the thick comforter and sleep until the sun went down but because that wasn’t an option at the moment you decided that John would just have to be awake with you.

There wasn’t much thought put into it before you leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed one of the decorative pillows and came back up and hit him in the face with it. Had you not been so grumpy from your lack of sleep you probably would have felt bad or at the very least chucked the pillow across the room to get rid of the evidence.

With one final deep and guttural snore, John sat upright in a panic, blinking his eyes several times before they finally adjusted and landed on you.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You almost felt bad.

You shrugged your shoulders and adjusted your pillow before you snuggled into it. “It’s time to wake up. You said you wanted to hit the gym early.”

John rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock, similar to the way that you did you few moments ago. As he stretched you used it as an opportunity to steal some of the comforter that he was using.

“I actually feel well-rested,” his voice was deep and heavy and you usually would have pulled him back into bed for some morning fun before he went off to the gym but now you just wanted him to go lift weights or run on a treadmill for a little while while you slept the day away. “I don’t understand how I slept so good last night.“

John’s last few words made you peek your head out from under the blankets and finally take in your boyfriend. His curly hair which you loved so much was a mess and he was rubbing at his eyes. Despite your previous frustration and your current exhaustion, your heartbeat sped up as you looked at him. For the first time in months, he did, honestly, look well-rested and although it was at the cost of your own sleep you still smiled knowing that this Summer you were probably going to see a new side to John. A side that the hockey season had no room for.

No more words were said between the two of you as you fell lightly in and out of sleep and John got ready to go to the gym. It was only after he laced up his shoes and grabbed his gym bag that he came over to give you a kiss goodbye. You smiled softly at the touch but immediately frowned as you remembered something.

“You snore. Loudly.“ It’s quiet and had John not been inches away from your face he probably wouldn’t have heard it but he needed to know. You weren’t about to let him leave and have him be clueless.

“What?” Confusion was written all over his face as he stood up. It wasn’t hurt or anger but you wondered if the confusion was because of your timing or if he really didn’t know he snored. Surely he had to know, an atomic bomb would be quieter than him.

You pulled the covers up to your chin and closed your eyes as you said, “You have got to give a person a warning when you snore that loud. It’s common courtesy. It’s like if you offered me orange juice and I said ‘yes’ but you gave me a glass of orange juice but with pulp.”

When he remained silent you cracked an eye open to look at him. He found it humorous and even while you were close to falling asleep, you were also itching to hit him with a pillow again. “Warning is all I’m asking for because last night I learned that when you aren’t playing hockey you moonlight as Thomas the Train.”

John’s laughter filled the bedroom. It wasn’t just the sleeping that felt different. It was his entire being, he slept harder, laughed louder, and in general seemed lighter. You loved this man but you bit your tongue. It wasn’t the right time for you to confess your feelings. Not right now.

“While I’m out I’ll pick up some noise-canceling headphones or earbuds for you,” he finally says as he leans down again to kiss you softly on the lips.

You give him one last peck before pulling back and smiling up at him with what probably seems like a dreamy expression but you couldn’t care less.

“Okay, I’ll see you later, Johnny.”

“I’ll see you later, baby”

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The Mystery of Love

Fernando Alonso family fluff

|| P6 of Fernando Alonso x goth mommy!reader

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Summary: You and your family spend your first Christmas with new daddy.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader, Christmas

A/N: Enjoy another part of The Mystery of Love and another Christmas fic! 🥰🎄

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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS AND THE PARTY PHOTOS???? THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER KZGSKDBHDHEHBDHXNF

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•user3: they are made for each other 😭🫠

•user4: I love how Nando's style has changed since he met Y/N, maybe you can't see it here cause he's wearing a plain suit ofc but overall if you look at the newest and older photos there is a BIG difference

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•y/n._.l/n: relax time after the F1 Christmas party 🥰🎄

•aussiegrit: it was a pleasure to finally meet you! Fernando is so lucky! 😍

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•astonmartinf1: thank you for your appearance :)) you two rocked the carpet! 😎

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•susie_wolff: you looked gorgeous! 🤩

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•y/n._.l/n: Santa Claus is here! 🥰

•aussiegrit: where his elf at? 🤨🧐

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→ •aussiegrit: then you could've called me! :0 >:(

→ •user11: imagine grumpy Klaus dressed as an elf xD

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→ •user13: that would've looked so cute! :((

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•user18: STOP WITH THE SOFT/HARD LAUNCHING AND ANNOUNCE IT ALREADY❗❗❗

•lance_stroll: Merry Christmas for the fam! 🥳🥰🎄

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•user19: I want them to adopt me so much 😭😩

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•maxverstappen: Fernando finally looking like the gentleman he is! (Only to Y/N and kids but still 😂)

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•lilyzneimer: ahh! Beautiful photos! Mami is a professional photographer 😍

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•lilymhe: it looks so cozy and warm... wish we could join you 😢

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•user28: I love how Klaus is finally at peace with Fernando!

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•user31: AAAAAH LITTLE BENNY AND NANDO PLAYING HOCKEY NSBYXJWNFJR I can't 😭💞

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stardewremixed · 11 months

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First Kiss with Shane

@hellhoundmaggie requested a first kiss scene with Shane. He was the first guy I romanced in SDV, mostly because it was easy to in the beginning and I wanted that first-year flower dance so badly. 😂 🌸

🎈 In case you missed it - First Kiss with Harvey. 🎈

While Harvey holds a special place in my heart and is generally my go-to husbando, I didn’t want to leave my “first SDV squeeze” in the lurch. I’m trying to expand my experience with writing romance in general. Hope you enjoy. It’s a freakin’ novella. Haha. I don’t do short, and I wanted to show how he fell in love with the Farmer, and she with him.

This is female farmer x Shane = first kiss. This one might be a little more PG.

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Sweaty palms. Greasy hair. Chubby cheeks and legs. Is this what she sees in me?

Shane stared bleakly at his own reflection in the refrigerator door. It was quiet. Nearly noiseless in the back aisle of the stark JojaMart. A lull in the daily traffic around 4pm on the dot. When his shift ended.

Shane pressed his forehead against the glass, grumbling to himself about his infinite lack of progress on losing weight. Ever since he started going to therapy and quit drinking, he felt confident that his life would turn around. Like magic.

However, life outside the rehabilitation center was much harder than he remembered. He was still stuck in the same dead-end job. He was still bumming a room off his aunt with his piddly rent And he was still rather plump around his abdomen.

Every time Morris ordered him around, in that pompous high London accent, Shane wanted to give up. To give in. To snatch a beer outta the cooler and gulp away his frustrations.

Instead, he settled for cussing under his breath, and resolving to keep his head down. At least until he could find another job. No one seemed to be hiring in this dying town. The recession was still hitting hard. And he knew he was lucky to get his old job back after nine months in detox and rehab.

It was worth it. It would be worth it. He convinced himself as he puffed a lazy strand of hair out of his eye and continued stocking cartons of overprocessed milk, nothing like his aunt’s fresh bottles or the farmer’s delicious cheeses.

While he was still grossly underpaid, Shane worked out the math. In six more checks, he could repay her. The Jolly Rancher. Just thinking about his silly little nickname for the farmer lady to the north gave him a warm feeling. The kind that alcohol used to give him, only better, more real. Her smile was sweet.

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When she first arrived in town, Shane genuinely disliked her. All her bubbly, bouncy, jolly persona encroaching on his flat, boring, grumpy existence. He had cultivated a philosophy of "me myself and I" and was perfectly content being alone, sulking into a pitcher of beer at the end of the night. But not really…

Her jovialty grew on him, especially when he would see her around town, helping people out. At first, he figured she was just another city do-gooder come to convert the backwater people to a more modern lifestyle. But her joy and kindness was genuine. Even when he yelled at her to go away, she still murmured a heartfelt apology for disturbing him and then brought him freshly grown peppers or tomatoes the next day like nothing had ever happened.

The Farmer purchased cows from Marnie so she could make her own specialty dairy products. He was seriously impressed. Because what city girl just ups and buys cattle?

Sometimes when he was restlessly tossing and turning in bed (and if was honest, lonely), Shane would wander around in the wee pre-dawn hours. He always seemed to make his way to her ranch. Most of the time, she was out in the barn milking the cows and talking to them like they were her babies, with just a lantern illuminating her soft face. She was so beautiful.

Raising cattle was no simple task. He knew this from watching his aunt. And Marnie had horses, pigs, goats, rabbits and chickens to think of too. He wasn't sure if the new rancher in town, with little to no experience (save her degree in veterinary medicine), was stupid or brave. Over time, he determined she was the latter.

Out searching for a lost cow in a thunderstorm. Not thinking about her own welfare. Only wanting to reunite a terrified animal with its herd.

Fixing fences after wolves knocked down the back posts time and time again. Her fingers bleeding and scarred because of her lack of self-awareness sometimes. And chasing of “’dem there wolves” with sheer willpower... and... a big stick.

Rebuilding the barn from scratch when a wildfire spread down from the mountains. She saved every single one of those animals. And needing treatment for smoke inhalation because she went back in for the tiniest frightened newborn.

He remembered the time she got kicked in the head by one of the cows. Shane was so worried about her, even if he wouldn’t admit it when he carried her to the Clinic. Thankfully, it was only a minor concussion. (And it was an excuse for him to deliver Marnie's special basket of goodies to her twice daily so she didn't have to worry about feeding herself during her recovery).

The rancher struggled for a whole year, after arriving in the Valley. But even when things went wrong, she was up and back at it the next morning with a lightness in her heart and step. It. Was. Admirable.

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Shane resolved to do better. To be better. She made him think about how things could be different if he wasn't a self-sabotaging jerkwad. The number of times she dragged his sorry ass home after getting plastered at the Saloon was too high to count, even if it was out of her way, even if she said she didn't mind. She wanted him to be okay. To be safe. She said so.

And she half pushed, half dragged him to the Clinic the night things got really dark. When he faced the edge of the cliff and thought "No more!" When he thought death would be a welcome reprieve from his pathetic life.

She never judged him. She didn't enable him like his aunt. She didn't fall apart into a puddle of tears like Jas. She didn't lecture him on the evils of his ways while twirling his moustache like Harvey. Okay. Shane chuckled to himself. Maybe that last part was an exaggeration and unfair to the good doctor.

She. Simply. Cared.

Through her actions.

In the beginning, it was little things. A happy hello. A robust handwave. Then she started pulling up a barstool next to him in the Stardrop. She would ask him about his day and he would always answer the same way. But "go away" somehow morphed into a sarcastic "just peachy" and then eventually a half-hearted "fine, you can sit there." Once she jokingly called him Peaches.

He didn't want to be bothered with her questions and idle chatter. He didn't want to listen to her ranching successes and woes, retold in a much-too-chipper voice. He didn't want to know about Bluebell and Daffodil and Daisy, how Mister Munster was nursing a hoof injury and how Mrs. Butters was expecting her second calf. Why did she think he cared about such details?

But it grew on him. Those rosy, ruddy cheeks, enjoying a hard-earned glass of whatever Gus had on tap. The way her eyes lit up and sparkled when she talked about her animal friends. The way her pale pink lips pouted when she lost a game of Journey of the Prairie King in the saloon arcade. Again.

Shane found himself drawn to her energy. And he found himself missing her on the nights she didn't stop into the Saloon. Which was a rarity, but did happen.

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Shane knew she was someone special when he would watch the entrance door, breath caught, hoping she would breeze through, and then she didn't. Two days in a row. He started to feel disappointed, but brushed it off. Three days. He started to get concerned. On the fourth night, he went looking for her. And that's when he learned she was sick.

He practically broke down her door when she didn’t answer.

“Aww you were worried,” she laughed weakly, and coughed.

She looked rather pitiful, bundled under the blankets, hair sticking to her cheek, eyes droopy and dark. She thought Marnie would have told him. His aunt had sent a few of her ranch hands to help their neighbor out while she was under the weather. so her cattle weren’t forgotten

No, Marnie never did. He suspected it was because she didn't know it would matter to him. But it did matter. She. Did. Matter.

Without a word, Shane went to the kitchen and returned with a cool towel. He didn't even think. He laid the back of his large hand against her delicate forehead. He could've sworn the little Miss Jolly Rancher blushed. Or maybe it was the slight fever she was running. She audibly sighed as he placed the wet cloth against her burning cheek, closing her eyes and mumbling her thanks.

He wanted to know the last time she ate. She grunted and said something about some cereal earlier that morning. She didn't know for sure. She had slept most of the day. He promised he would be right back.

She told him not to bother, as she struggled to lift her body off the bed, propping up by a shaky elbow. He insisted she lie back down. She was a stubborn one. Her protestations didn't last long as her head was too foggy to think straight. He microwaved a bowl of soup. She tried to sit up again, and he fluffed her pillows so she could prop up.

Her grip on the spoon wasn't firm, her trembling hands an indication of just how weak she was. So he caught the escaping silverware and lifted the soup to her lips. She turned red as a hot pepper, but he eased her with a surprisingly tender words, "Please. Let me take care of you for once, Miss Jolly." His own face and ears were probably red too. But she accepted.

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Since then, he began the habit of calling her "Miss Jolly." She flushed every time, but he enjoyed flustering her. It was nice… to care… about… someone.

She returned the “favor” and called him Peaches. At first, jokingly, just to annoy him. But over time, even the ridiculous fruity nickname grew on him. She was invading his thoughts and heart and he couldn’t stop her.

He knew he had to change. He had to get better. Alcoholism was a disease that had ravaged his life and he was ready for something better. He couldn’t live like he had been any longer. She had changed everything for him. And he wanted to change in return.

Disappointment smacked cold. He had researched so many places. But the one place that seemed to fit his needs and desired treatment plan was out of reach. Prohibitively expensive. He sold his dad’s watch. His car. He worked longer hours. Maybe in a few years he could make up the difference.

She knew how much he wanted this... and how badly he needed this. Every glance at his savings account wanted to drive him to the bottle, the hopelessness of a solution just out of reach because of his crappy medical insurance. They wouldn’t cover it. Even though he was pretty sure Joja was the reason he drank so heavily.

No, that wasn’t true. It was his own insurmountable guilt. Of surviving the accident. When they didn’t. Of leaving Jas without a respectable father figure. Or a mother. He didn’t even fight when the courts wanted to give him jail time.

His aunt got a lawyer and gave him a place to stay when he got out. She helped him put together a resume and practically shoved the application for overnight backroom clerk in his hands. He had to face the music. He wasn’t cut out for any other job. And it was basically a glorified “stock boy.”

Approaching middle-age, recently released from prison, and overwhelmed with a crushing lack of self worth, Shane interviewed and got the job. He should be grateful. But the hours were grueling and monotonous. Customers were rude. Employees were ruder. Except that Sam kid. He was a ball of sunshine. And his boss was sucking the life outta him.

So he drank. He drank to forget. Because he couldn’t forgive himself. And every time he looked at Jas’ little pained expression, he drank more because he felt... so... damn... worthless.

The Rancher changed things for him. He felt more positive. He got up earlier. He brushed his teeth. He combed his hair. He put on his uniform for the world’s lousiest low-paying job and went to work hoping things would be better.

Faced with the inability to actually “get better” was... frankly... terrifying. What if he went back to being that same old pathetic blob of a human again? After ten agonizing days, he finally confided in the one person he knew he could trust. His “Miss Jolly.”

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He couldn’t believe he had been moved to tears. She surprised him... again. With her thoughtful generosity and selflessness. She promised to pay for the difference. Whatever he couldn’t afford. She told him it wasn’t a big deal. It was a VERY BIG deal! She still had some of the inheritance money from her grandfather. What she hadn’t spent on fixing up the farm.

“So I don’t get those gingham curtains I’ve had my eyes on for the past month,” she quipped.

It was serious. He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. It was too much. He didn’t like the idea of being indebted. He was stubborn. He could refuse.

But she was more stubborn. She insisted it would be a loan, not a gift. He could pay it off over time. Without interest. Or he could work it off - sweat equity - on her ranch. Maybe with those chickens he liked so much.

In the end, he caved. He packed up what little he could take with him. And she walked him to the bus stop. Kissed his cheek. Squeezed his hand. And said the words that simultaneously made him laugh and warmed his heart.

“Go get ‘em, Peaches.”

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That was a year ago now. When he came home, she threw a big surprise party for him. A few people from town, his aunt, Jas. And she never looked more beautiful. She even found chicken shaped balloons. Because... what guy doesn’t want balloon animals from the girl he’s crushing on?

Crushing on? He smirked. I sound like a middle schooler.

He split his time between the market and her ranch. Gradually spending more and more time on her farm. Gathering eggs before his shift. Feeding chickens on the way home from work. Sipping peach iced tea in the shade of her porch and thinking this life wasn’t half-bad. But he wanted more.

She started bringing by lunches on his longer shift days. Homemade sandwiches and fresh-pressed juices and handpicked peppers. The kind that burst with sweetness or that spicy kick he needed to get through the rest of his day.

She learned to roll her own dough. Once a week, on hot summer evenings, she would make him pizza with her own special spicy red sauce. Wearing that cute little red and white checkered apron around her jean shorts and just below the edge of her tank top. Too hot to be standing around the stovetop making pizza sauce or the oven to bake the dough. But she did it for him. Shane looked forward to it after a long and grueling Saturday shift.

He still stopped at the Saloon most nights, but now it was just to drink soda and share a pepper poppers appetizer. Gus started bottling root beer, made from bark and flowers and herbs from around the Valley. It wasn’t alcoholic. And it was an acquired taste. Getting better with time.

She would breeze in and offer suggestions and feedback. Shane enjoyed watching the two “play” squabble over the choice of leaves. The kindly saloon owner and the girl he liked collaborating to make him a refreshing drink became a welcome nicety.

Most nights, they didn’t stay long. Heading out for long walks around town. Shoes scuffling along cobblestones. Kicking up dirt on wooded paths. Kicking off on the beach to feel the mushy sand. Talking about nothing important, but always special. Any time with her was special.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a friend like her. To have a woman of her rare caliber show him any attention at all. She got past his defenses and he welcomed it. And deep in his heart, Shane knew - this was love.

With today’s paycheck, he could finally take her on a proper date. Somewhere out of the Valley. Someplace where they could have fun together. He felt the excitement and nervous anticipation rising in his chest. Somehow he fumbled through an “ask” on her front porch this morning, managing to invite her to join him... if she wanted... at the bus stop... around 5pm. He had tickets to see the Tunnelers play.

Shane finished his shelf, glancing at his watch. Ten past four. Just enough time to get home, showered, and changed. He disposed of the empty boxes in the dumpster and delivered the cart to the back room. Opening his locker, he hung his apron on the hook. Instantly, he felt lighter. Like that thing was a noose around his neck. A ball and chain. He really needed a new job. And in fifty, no, forty-six minutes, he could see her...

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"SHANE!"

The shrill obnoxious tone pierced his moment of peace. The voice could only belong to one person - a holllow husk of a corporate shill, even more unlikeable than him, if that was even possible. Shane frowned, his eyes clamping on the store manager barreling toward him at full speed.

“A whole second shipment came in just now,” the man grunted. “Like I need this when I’m short-staffed, as always,” he offered an exasperated sigh.

I can’t imagine why... Shane thought to himself, bemused. The boss was insufferable. Always barking orders. Never praising his team. Paying peanuts. Polishing his baby - a silver Rolls Royce in mint condition - parked in the only covered spot in the entire Joja lot - every night - instead of doing paperwork like he should. How was he still employed? No one at corporate cared.

“Not my problem, Morris,” Shane replied.

“No, no, no,” Morris fluttered his short arms. “It is your problem. I need you to stay late and help Sam empty the truck.”

The man continued to ramble something about “this is why I pay you” and “you think you can do better somewhere else?” He badgered Shane about his “work ethic,” even if Shane had been a near model employee since returning from rehab. Even if his former colleagues actually welcomed him back, much to his shock. Shy little Claire even commented on how he was “different” than before.

Shane had been nominated for employee of the month, no doubt, angering Morris. The man had it out for him. Sticking him on graveyard shifts. Making him mop baby puke in the aisles. Forcing him to attend a “hospitality” seminar so he could learn to be nicer to, in Morris’ words, “bored housewives who somehow like your prickly personality.”

Morris, a man who prided himself in appearance, with his neat little bow tie and perfectly ironed jacket, couldn’t believe how the ladies bought more after a rough encounter with Shane. It was good for business, of course, and Morris would take all the credit. That hospitality seminar wasn’t cheap, he constantly reminded Shane. Like rehab hadn’t made him a better person already. Or his relationship with little Miss Jolly.

“They just fawn over your monotone delivery of the daily sales,” Morris droned on. “Yoba only knows why. You haven’t been educated at the finest university this side of the Pond with an impeccable taste in... well, everything.” Morris puffed his chest.

“I just don’t understand why they giggle at the register about the ‘handsome’ stock boy when they could have me recite the daily sales in Shakespearean English for heavens sake. Well, no matter. I can use what I’ve got. You.”

The man thinks I’m a frickin’ pack of meat.

“Now in order to have sales, we must have stocked shelves. And in order to have stocked shelves, I need to have you stay longer. Because shelves don’t stock themselves... and what are you staring at?”

Shane rubbed his jaw, catching his reflection in Morris’ little glasses. Could I really be that handsome? Morris wasn’t wrong. The market had been a little busier than usual in the mornings and around lunchtime. Shane came back from breaks early sometimes because customers “requested” him. He could reach the “tall” shelves.

But he wasn’t that tall. And most times, he needed a ladder. Unlike Sam. But even Sam told him he had been relegated to “cute” because the female patrons wanted to check out the new guy (on the ladder) because Shane possessed a look of danger and mystery, and had that "hot dad bod."

Like that’s really a thing I wanted! Shane rolled his eyes. It's all a little disgusting. Being oogled. Because what? Dangerous? Dad bod? I’m just me. There was only one gal he wanted checking him out. And he needed to get going if he was going to meet her.

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“No can do, Boss,” Shane removed his Joja cap and hooked it alongside his apron. “Got plans tonight.”

“No, no, no,” Morris’ voice grew tight, his eyes becoming tinier. “That won’t do. You must cancel your plans.”

“Do I get overtime?” Shane asked, half-distracted by the photo occupying the inside of his locker.

It was the only thing he had ever decorated with at work. A photo of him and Miss Jolly at the Moonlight Jellies festival about a month ago. It was the one time he actually thought he was photogenic. How could he not be happy? With a gorgeous gal by his side, smiling and laughing as the photo was taken, a woman who believed in him, rooted for him, and cared for him. Shane’s expression softened as he thought about how much she had impacted his life.

“You know what?” Shane ripped the photo from his locker wall with gusto. “I quit.”

“Are you even listening?” Morris was saying. “And no, I’m not going to approve overtime. You left early by one minute the other night. One minute!"

"And one time last week, you were late by three minutes. I will not approve overtime for someone who nearly runs over a flock of geese with his bicycle and is late to work."

"If you’re going to keep up with this lazy attitude of yours...” he huffed and straightened his jacket. “I may have to reconsider my decision to rehire you... even if you bring in the ladies... I mean... sales...”

“What?” Morris’ eyes grew wide as saucers beneath his horn-rimmed glasses, and then his expression darkened, as if Shane poured bitter coffee all over the plates. “You cannot quit. Are you joking?”

“Well I do, and I’m not,” Shane shoved the old rusty lock that never latched properly into the other man’s hand, a smile crossing his face. “With pleasure.”

Shane waltzed out of the soul-sucking store, leaving a dumbfounded former boss as the double doors whooshed behind him. He closed his eyes and took a big gulp of sea-salt air and sighed. He felt free.

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When she met him at the bus stop, his heart skipped a beat. She looked radiant in the setting sun. Her eyes sparkling like stars. And her sexy little denim skirt was a nice touch too. The way her hips swayed ever so slightly on approach. He forced his gaze upward.

"Hiiii... Miss Jolly. I'm glad you decided to come," he greeted, his tone a bit stilted and formal.

What am I doing? He rubbed the back of his head.

"Of course, Peaches. I'm excited," she grinned. "This will be my first game."

"You'll love it!" he replied, wrinkling his nose at her childish nickname for him. And I will too with you by my side.

"Is that cologne?" she asked when she reached his side.

Her fingers curled around his hoodie strings as she closed her eyes and took a whiff. "I like it." She grinned and winked at him. "A bit spicy."

"Yeah yeah," he murmured and ushered her onto the bus, but he hopped up the step behind her, feeling a little lighter on his feet.

"You're in a good mood," she remarked as they wandered toward the back of the bus.

The atmosphere was charged. Rowdy. Everyone seemed excited for the Tunnelers game. He nodded to a few familiar faces before settling in next to her seat. The back was better than the front. Cool kids sat in the back. What am I? In the sixth grade?

Still he was relaxed. Smiling even. She repeated her statement as if he didn’t hear her the first time. Damn straight I’m in a good mood. Because I get to spend time with you… maybe even tell you how I feel tonight… He decided the overcrowded bus wasn't the best place for that confession. The vehicle lurched forward and so did the conversation.

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"I quit my job."

Her eyes widened and a slow smile played at her lips, drawing his attention to them. I bet they're juicy. He had fantasized about kissing her, ever since she planted one on him at this very bus stop twelve months ago when he shipped off to rehab. Out of respect for their “business arrangement” and friendship, he held off on the liplocking, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t wonder what it would be like if he had just turned his head to meet her mouth that night.

“Good for you,” she laid a hand on his shoulder.

Her gentle touch bringing him back to reality and away from his lustful la-la land.

“I knew that place was killing the light in you. I just wish I could've seen Morris' smug face when you finally told him."

"Light in me?" he repeated, ignoring the statement about his ex-manager.

"Yes," she slowly slid her hand up to his cheek, blushing a little while she moved. "You look better. Brighter."

"That's just the shower talkin'," he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"No, it's you, Shane," she replied, dropping her hand far too soon for his liking.

He wanted to beg her to keep it there, against his cheek. But present company dissuaded him, and he remained silent, nodding his thanks. The way she said his name... he bounced his leg a bit in nervousness as the bus bumped along the road... it made his knees weak and his head clouded.

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"Did I miss anything?"

Shane descended the last step, returning to their seats in the stadium, snacks in hand. The game was tied up, the teams neck and neck in their scoring with each other. It was one of the most thrilling games he had ever seen in person. Even more exciting because she was there. With her incessant questions about the rules. Her exuberance at the Tunnelers' first goal. Even the little wrinkle around her eyes when she didn’t understand what was happening. He loved every minute of it.

And he loved explaining things. Even if he worried about boring her to death with his encyclopedic knowledge of gridball, he couldn’t stop talking. This was something he loved and he was sharing it with the woman he loved... even if she didn’t know it yet.

"Only the announcer making bad jokes," she smirked. “And that guy...” she pointed to one of the pros. “...doing a silly little dance for the fans.”

“Yeah, he’s known for that,” Shane laughed awkwardly, feeling a small twinge of jealousy that another man had caught her eye.

“Not that he’s any good at it,” she laughed too. “Not like our little grooves in the Saloon.”

“Oh?” he quirked a brow. “By the way, I got us some nachos. I asked the vendor to add some hot peppers… just like we like it."

"Like we both like it," she said in unison. "Thanks,” she snagged a chip and did a deep dip into the sauce. “You should've let me pay for snacks since you paid for tickets and the bus fare."

"Naw, we're on a date," he shrugged. "The guy pays. Plus, I wanted to."

Shane averted his eyes, suddenly self-conscious. "Did I tell you how much… I l…love…. Gridball?"

She stopped and looked at him as if surprised by his old-fashioned thought. I shouldn't have been so careless, he grimaced. Then he immediately wished his face wasn't so readable.

It was a date. A real date. But somehow they slid from acquaintances to friends to best friends and then... somehow something more, without ever defining the relationship.

Did she want parameters? Did he need a label? Were they... ever going to be what he hoped to be if he ever got his head out of his ass and asked her for real?

"Yes, only the thousand or so times on the bus," she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I knew you played in high school.”

Just like that, she slipped back to a more neutral topic. And he mentally flogged himself for the missed opportunity.

“Yeah, blowing out my knee pretty much killed my chances at playing pro,” he said. “Doesn’t stop me from enjoying the games though.”

“Have you ever thought about it?” she inquired. “Going back. Maybe the minors or even just a pick-up team. I bet you looked great in a uniform,” her eyes twinkled mischievously. “And I wouldn’t mind the view of you in those white pants.”

Red flooded his cheeks. Is she messing with me? How does she do it? Go back and forth between friendzone topics and flirtation? She made it look effortless. She was toying with him. She had to be. Dancing around the subject. Hoping he would ask. Or was he imagining things?

Her hand hovered dangerously close to his side. Brushing the hem of her skirt. Nearly touching his shorts. He gulped, feeling flattered, but strangely unprepared for her seductive little smirks. He handed her the soda he fetched, and she thanked him, gulping back the liquid as if it were a small instead of a large. Saying something about all the cheering making her thirsty.

He was the thirsty one. Eyeing her up and down and wanting to close the distance between them. Taking it from flirty friends to... faithful lovers. He never wanted a woman more than he did right now. To devote all his love and passion and energy and goodwill into being there for her just like she had for him.

For the whole second half of the game, he nursed his cola. Distracted by her every move. The way she would raise her heels in anticipation of a score and lower them back to the ground when they didn’t quite make it. The way she spoke with that happy voice of hers, the kind that could lull him to sleep or rally him to make his best efforts. The way she repeated back facts she was learning about the sport, that he had literally just taught to her that night. He was completely mesmerized... so much so... he forgot to actually watch the game. For once, he liked the distraction.

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When the Tunnelers scored again, she nearly flew off the ground, wildly cheering for their unexpected interception. He caught her hand as she was jumping back down. She squeezed it and continued whooping and shaking her fist victoriously in the air, never taking her eyes off the game. It was now or never.

"Hey," he said loudly to be heard over the stadium noise. "I've been meaning to tell you… thank you.”

“For what, Peaches?” she said, teasingly. “Did you see that? How many yards was it? Seventy-five? Eighty?”

“I mean it, really,” Shane cleared his throat, leaning closer to her ear. “ For sticking with me through everything."

She turned to face him, her expression growing more serious.

"My… anxiety… depression… you know," he continued, fumbling over his words. "The alcoholism… I mean, I wasn't exactly the funnest person to be around back then."

Did I just use the word funnest? He rubbed the back of his head, hoping to read her expression, but for once, he couldn't.

“You do that... when you’re nervous,” she remarked. “That head rub thing...” she reached up and ruffled his hair. “It’s... cute.”

“Uh...” Shane trailed off. She was not making this easy. But he needed to say the words aloud now or he never would.

"You… uh… still helped me. You've been a really… good… friend to me," he shared, and then immediately regretted his word choice.

"Oh," she said, quietly.

Was that a flicker of disappointment in her eyes?

He hurried his words. "Anyway this is your first gridball game, huh? Well? What do you think?"

Smooth, Shane. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Changing the subject again, you frickin’ chicken.

"Oh…" she said, glancing back to the field, sounding a little confused. "Fun. I guess, Pelican Town seems pretty boring in comparison. Unless you count Sam's punk rock blaring at 11pm, breaking noise ordinances." She forced a chuckle.

Is she…? Am I imagining things?

"I'm surprised," he replied. "Didn't you move to the Valley to escape the noise of the city?"

She's looking at me again with those beautiful heart-melting eyes. He rushed through his words.

"I mean… don't get me wrong. I totally understand. My life in Pelican Town is pretty bland, you know. And now that I don't have a job, I gotta find something meaningful to do with my time again. A guy's gotta eat, right? Heh?"

"I was thinking about that," she replied, without looking at him. "I think it would be nice to have you around full-time."

"What?" he blinked.

"I've got one ranch hand now to help in the back pasture and one that helps out with the milking and all, but if I'm looking to expand, and if they ever take a sick day, I could use some extra hands," she continued. "Maybe your hands?"

I couldn't. Possibly. Was she blushing?

"You've already… done so much for me," he hated the hesitancy in his tone. "I… uh…"

She ignored his last comment. "This would be a business thing. We could do it temporarily to see if you like it. And if it's a good fit for both of us. I can be a bit of a…" she narrowed her eyes, mischievously. "Hard taskmaster."

"Oh? Yeah I've heard that from your current employees," he smirked. "But you are still a jolly one."

"Yeah…" she smiled, almost shyly, tucking a hair over her ear. “Your Miss Jolly.”

The noise level in the stadium increased near ten-fold. All he could think about was how she said the words. She was begging him, wasn’t she? Walking right up to the brink and leaving him there? He reluctantly ripped his gaze away from the farmer to the field.

"Gah!" he screamed, his volume matching the crowd. "The Tunnelers are on the attack."

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked. "Oh my Yoba! Final seconds. They're gonna…" she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "They're gonna break the tie."

"GOAL!" they yelled in unison.

He never felt so happy. He was going on six months sober. He quit his horrible job. The farmer was offering him another one so he could see her every day. And he got to watch his favorite team in the world in the closest game in history with his favorite person in the world. Sharing this moment together meant everything.

"Thank you Shane!" she said, trying to catch her breath. "This was the best evening ever with you!"

"I know, I know!" he exclaimed. "Probably one of the best moments of my life."

Before he could stop himself, his lips were against hers. Surprise flickered in her eyes. All he could hear was the thudding of his own heart. She was flushed. The warmth of her lips. The taste of root beer. The delight overwhelming the alarm bells. He took a step or two back, stumbling as he came to his senses.

"Oh?" he gasped for air. "Uh… um… sorry. I guess I got carried away there. Maybe I had one too many... sodas. All that sugar. Ha!"

Shane reached up to rub his head like he always did when he was nervous, just like she had noticed. Except this time, she strutted toward him, confidence in her eyes as she grabbed that hand and tugged him down. As they kissed for the second time, he felt her melt into his arms as she offered a faint “finally,” barely audible amidst the roar of the crowd.

Encouraged, Shane grinned, hoisting her off the ground. She giggled and kissed him more fervently. Maybe he didn’t need words. Maybe he only needed actions to show her how he felt.

And she was reciprocating. A dream come true. Their eyes remained locked in a loving gaze as he pulled back from her lips. When he finally set her down, he breathed heavily.

"You really do love the Tunnelers?" she teased, disentangling her hands from his hair.

"No," he shook his head, determined not to let this moment go by. "I really do love you."

"Come on, we'll miss our bus outta here," she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the exiting crowds.

“Wait,” Shane pulled her back for one more greedy kiss.

She happily accepted, but he felt a fleeting ping of sadness even as they kissed in the stairwell, people pushing around them. He wondered if she even heard his confession. Maybe it's too soon? We just had our first kiss. She probably didn't hear me.

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When they reached the parking lot, the reality of what had just happened still sinking in, they were too late. The bus huffed away with a puff of smog. They had just missed their ride back to the Valley. And there wouldn’t be another one until morning. If he hadn’t been so carried away and enamored by his date, maybe they would’ve left the stadium sooner.

“Guess we should call a taxi,” she broke the silence first. “Or... actually... find a hotel.”

“A hotel?” he repeated, his ears perking at the thought of sharing space with her.

"Yes," she replied, without skipping a beat. "I mean, if we're gonna be stuck together in Zuzu overnight, we should get a hotel. A taxi ride would be really expensive and I don't think we have enough time to get across town to catch the train."

"Oh right," he said softly. "Uh… I can't let you pay for a hotel too."

"It's no trouble," she pulled out her cell phone and started scouring the internet for places. "And a hot shower sounds nice after all the sweat and grime of us in there,” she nodded back toward the stadium. “...jammed in like sardines."

"Uhm…" he blinked rapidly. You're a grown man. Get it together.

"This place looks nice," she showed him a picture after a minute or two, while he awkwardly plopped on the edge of the sidewalk. "And it's got a 4-star rating." She sat next to him, dropping her hand on top of his. “Oh look it’s got an in-suite jacuzzi.”

"Uh… sure," he shrugged, uncertain about what to do with his hands that so desperately wanted to kiss her again. "Well, that definitely was a good game."

"Yes, and it's going to be an even better night, because it doesn't have to end here," she smiled sweetly. “Since we’re getting a hotel,” she winked.

“Oh yeah... and we won too,” he stammered. “The Tunnelers, ya know?”

“No... no, I didn’t. Really? They did?" she smiled sarcastically, and leaned closer. “It doesn’t matter.”

“What?” he gasped, feeling shocked as her blase attitude toward his favorite team.

“I mean, it was great... and all... and their win was pretty spectacular,” she acknowledged. “But I feel like I won the lottery with you here.” She interlocked arms with him. “Did you mean it? Shane? When you said you loved me?”

So she did hear me! And the way his name fell from his lips caused his heart to soar and he found his confidence.

“Yes, I meant it. I love you,” Shane replied. “But I wanted it to be special. Better than this... stranded in a parking lot with trash all over the place.”

“It is special,” she replied.

“But it wasn’t perfect,” he grimaced. “I was planning on telling you when we got back... when I walked you back to your place tonight.”

His head felt hazy with love and desire as she kissed him again. This time, she draped a leg over his, pressing against his chest. He audibly moaned, leaning into the kiss. His hand naturally slid down her back to help her balance, and he squeezed softly, like he had wanted to for a long time. She matched his intensity with a clutch of her own, and he groaned again, reluctantly breaking their touch.

“I don’t need perfect, Shane. I just need you."

His heart leaped from his chest as she continued.

"I love you too. I want you.”

“Ahhhh... then let’s get to that hotel,” he said, the heat of her breasts against his chest creating a near uncontrollable fire within him.

“Fine,” she playfully pouted. “I’ll behave... Hot Stuff," she fanned herself. “...for now... since we’re in public.”

“Believe me,” he replied with a heavy sigh, feeling a healthy growth between his legs. “I want you all to myself.”

She giggled and tapped her phone. "Done. Got us booked.”

“That fast?”

“Yes, It’s only a two and a half block walk. Now… shall we?" She jumped to her feet and darted away briskly.

“Someone’s impatient!” he smirked. “What if I had said no?”

“I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Oh really?” he liked teasing her as she brought out his confidence. He started into a jog away, passing her on the sidewalk. “Well, I’ll see you soon.”

“Shane!” she laughed and chased after him.

Of course, he let her catch him. She playfully punched his arm, but then lingered. She was beaming. And he was too. Shane took her hand, looking down at the woman he loved, and smiled, brighter than he ever had in his entire life. She loved him and wanted him… just as he loved and wanted her.

“Shane?”

He wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulder. Tonight, he was going to make her fully his, and he would be fully hers.

"Yes, my Miss Jolly.”

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Thinking Out Loud

Minho x Female reader

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: So you were a cliché the quiet neighbor girl with a crush on the grumpy bad boy. When you turned twenty-one you started to hear your soulmate's thoughts, the problem was they were that bad boy neighbor's, and he could hear yours too.

A/N: 18+ONLY! I just knew this one NEEDED to be Minho! 🤭 Hope you all enjoy! If you do please give it a reblog, like, comment, shoot me an ask I love hearing from you guys! Thank you so much for all the support! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, mentions of mother's death/ mentions of cancer (not a lot but it's there), mutual masterbation (kind of, they can hear each others thoughts so ya know 😂), use of toys (vibrator), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating (a little not really), coming in mouth/cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You were a little iffy when you first moved into your duplex. The actual house was fine, nice even, and you had the bigger side, but it was in a dicey neighborhood, and you were a twenty-year-old woman living alone. When the landlady that owned the place showed it to you, she had also introduced you to the tenant next door, Lee Minho. He was a little rough around the edges, not the friendliest, definitely had a don’t fuck with me attitude but looking in his eyes you saw something. After seeing the place and meeting the neighbor you told the landlady you’d take it and moved in at the beginning of the next month. The day you moved in your dad was there to help. Minho sat on the porch and watched as you and your dad lugged things inside.

Your dad wasn’t very impressed with the guy, he could have at least offered to help, but you had said you thought he was nice and made you feel safer there so your dad didn’t discourage you. He was moving so far away he wouldn’t be right there to help anymore and that made him worry. Your mom had passed away when you were fifteen from cancer and your dad was all you had left. You were every bit of daddy’s little girl and you were going to miss him so much. When the last box was taken inside you and your dad went to a diner up the street a bit and had dinner. When he dropped you back off at your new place, he hugged you tightly and you started tearing up.

“Now don’t do that or I’ll start.” You sniffled and nodded.

“It’s gonna be great here for you sweetie, I can feel it.” You wiped your eyes and your dad hugged you tighter.

“Thanks dad.” He nodded.

“Your welcome Pudding.” You looked over your shoulder at the neighbor still on the front porch and shook your head.

“Daaad.” He laughed and kissed your forehead.

“I had better get on the road kiddo.” You walked him over to his truck and stood by the door when he got in.

“If you need anything...” You nodded.

“I’ll call dad, I promise.” You leaned down and kissed your dad’s cheek, then backed up as he drove off waving. You could feel yourself getting choked up again already. You decided it was time to get washed up and get to bed. It had been a long day and you still had plenty to do the next day. As you walked up on the porch Minho stood up and you looked over at him.

“Uh... you...okay?” You nodded.

“Good.” He turned and walked into his apartment slamming the door shut behind him. Ooookay you thought to yourself. Was he always so gruff and short with people? You went into your half of the duplex and got your stuff ready for your shower. It was just what you needed after your long, emotional day. When you got out you could hear Minho’s music. He must of had friends over. The walls were already thin and he had it up kind of loud but you weren’t going to be that neighbor, especially not on the first night, and it was the weekend. It wasn’t bad music either, just because you were tired and boring didn’t mean he had to be. You curled up in bed and ended up falling asleep rather quickly despite the music.

After a couple weeks you were pretty much settled into your routine, you noticed a few routines of your neighbor’s as well. One was the loud music, at least three times a week Minho played his music. You didn’t complain, you weren’t sure it would matter if you did. He really wasn’t the friendliest person. You also noticed he had three cats that he took care of. They were strays but he always laid out food and water for them and he had a cozy insulated box on the porch for them for cold nights. Sometimes you would come home and find Minho on the porch petting one on his lap, the other two not far away. That was what you’d seen in him; a softness and he had the same look when he was with his cats but that was about all the softness you ever saw from him.

You came home later than normal one night and found Minho on the porch, no cats, and had clearly had a few drinks. He walked over to the steps as you came up them smiling at you. You couldn’t recall ever seeing him actually smiling.

“Heyy...” You smiled back at him.

“Hi Minho, how was your night?” He scoffed.

“Pretty shitty really, but it could get better...” You nodded and tried to walk past but he blocked you a little stopping you. You were surprised he usually never spoke to you.

“What are your plans?” You shrugged.

“Probably my bed...” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

“Maybe those could be my plans too...” You were more than a little surprised by his boldness.

“No Minho I don’t think so...” He took a step closer, not invading your space but closer.

“Why not?” You shook your head.

“You’ve barely said five words to me in the six months I’ve lived here and you want to know why I won’t fuck you?” He shrugged.

“Minho you’re drunk go home.” You started to walk off.

“And try to keep your music down tonight please.”

“Don’t worry princess I don’t practice my dancing drunk.” His antisocial attitude was back as he walked towards his own door. You stopped, you hadn’t expected that to be the reason you always heard loud music from his place. You had always just assumed it was parties he was throwing.

“You dance?” Minho stopped and turned around nodding and smiling again. He was starting to give you whiplash.

“I do.” You loved to dance. Your mom had been a dance teacher before she had gotten sick.

“Who do you dance for?” He gave you a sly smile.

“BT show club.” You had heard of the place. It was a male review bar, BT stood for boy toy. You were irritated that he baited you like that. He didn’t know about your mom or the dancing but it still pissed you off.

“Got it.” You rolled your eyes and started to walk into your side of the duplex. Minho walked over to your door standing in front of it. You sighed and turned around.

“What Minho?” He gave you that look again, his eyebrow arched defiantly.

“If you ever want a dance...” You shook your head.

“No thanks Minho, goodnight.” You closed the door and he walked over to his side of the duplex chuckling. You stood there with your back against your door, his cologne lingering, your heart racing. You weren’t scared of him it was just... even completely drunk and being an ass, he was so beautiful. You shook your head getting a hold of yourself. You didn’t hear any music that night. The next day was your day off. You woke up, had some coffee and decided to work on the overgrown flowerbed in front of the porch. About forty-five minutes later Minho, looking like he’d been hit by a train, came outside with a cup of coffee trying to wake up. When he was finally able to open his eyes he realized you were out there too. He looked... embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and stood on the stairs by where you were working.

“Uh... look I... I know I was being a sleaze ball last night. I’m sorry.” You smiled at him.

“It’s okay Minho.” He nodded and then walked back into his place. You didn’t see Minho for a bit after that. You’d still hear the music three or four times a week and the cats’ bowls were full everyday but you never seemed to be out at the same time and you missed seeing him on the porch when you came home.

When your birthday came all your friends planned a party for you. Everyone came over and set up your house with food and decorations. Once the sun was down, the drinks came out and the music came on. You were well past tipsy and having the time of your life. You only turn twenty-one once. It was strange though because even over the music you felt like you could hear something, something that was scratching at the back of your brain. The music and alcohol were muffling it. Right at ten there was a knock at your door. You went to answer it and found Minho standing there. You swore to god if he complained about the music you were going to yell at him. He looked you up and down smirking.

“Can I help you Minho?” He nodded.

“I’m here for your dance.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I said no th-” One of your friends ran over laughing.

“Oh! Great! He’s here! Come on girly!!” You realized then what he meant. Your friend had ordered you a stripper. She led your drunk ass over to a kitchen chair and sat you down on it. Minho walked in closing the door behind him. Every girl in that room was watching him when the base heavy song started, singing about getting nasty and Minho started moving. He unbuttoned his shirt as his body rolled to the provocative song and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. The thoughts in your drunk head, wild and on par with the lyrics of the song that was selected.

Minho’s shirt came off and he was fit, nice chest and shoulders. You pressed your legs together and he moved closer. He stood in front of you and grabbed your hand, making you run it down his chest and body, then put your hand on his belt buckle. He looked down at you smiling and cocked an eyebrow challenging you. The music was so loud in your head and you were starting to get drunk on Minho now. You unbuckled his belt looking up at him. If he propositioned you tonight there was no way you’d say no. You started to go for his button and fly and he stopped you, shaking his finger and smirking. He backed up, his hips still moving in the most sinful ways as he unbuttoned his pants and drew his fly down.

He walked back over to you, straddling you, holding the back of the chair, his pants down just enough to get a peek at the designer underwear he had on. He fucked the air right in front of you and you ran your hands down his body as he did. Then you heard it, loud and clear over the music, Minho’s voice in your head. ‘God I wanna kiss you so fucking bad right now!’ You looked up at Minho whose crotch was still thrusting dangerously close to your face. You reached up, wrapping your arms around Minho’s shoulders and threading your fingers into the hair at his nape pulling him down, your eyes zeroed in on his lips that he kept licking and biting at. Your foreheads were pressed together just about to kiss and then the music stopped suddenly. When you looked up to see why you saw your dad standing in your front door wide eyed.

“Oh shi- DAD!” You stood up and Minho fell backwards on his ass on the floor before standing and grabbing his shirt, covering himself nervously. ‘Oh fuck I hope he doesn’t kill me jesus fucking christ.’ Was what you heard echoing in your drunk brain. You shook your head trying to get Minho’s thoughts out and walked up to your dad hugging him.

“I didn’t know you were coming dad!” You said with a silly drunk smile on your face trying to act naturally, like he just walked in on a slumber party and not a strip club.

“I was gonna surprise you. I guess I did.” Your dad laughed and you relaxed a little. He started to turn and leave.

“I’ll come back in the mor-” Your friends all started saying no and insisting.

“No no you stay the party was just coming to an end anyway...” One of your friends said. Your dad nodded and everyone filed out, giving you hugs and telling you happy birthday, Minho the last in line, his shirt on but not buttoned. He bowed not looking at you or your dad and hurried out. You rubbed your head drunk and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry dad...” He just shook his head laughing and hugged you.

“No kiddo I’m sorry. I should have told you I was coming. Sometimes I forget that you’re an adult and not just my little girl anymore.” You squeezed him.

“I’m still your little girl too. I’m glad you’re here dad.” He smiled.

“Me too Pudding.” Your dad let you go so you could get washed up for bed. You’d clean up the house tomorrow. Your dad stopped you before you disappeared into your room.

“Was that the neighbor boy dancing half naked on top of you?” You stopped and stammered.

“Uh... no... well yes... but... it wasn’t like...” Your dad just laughed shaking his head.

“Goodnight sweetie.” Your dad stayed for the whole weekend. He took you to dinner and to a ballet, which you went to together when you wanted to feel close to your mom, especially on special occasions like birthdays. Every night when you got back home you wondered if you’d hear Minho, his music or his thoughts, but you didn’t.

When your dad left you started to see Minho around again. Whenever you did you his thoughts always went back to the night of your birthday, straddling you, your hands tugging at his hair, your lips so close. You heard every bit of the replay he ran through his head. You didn’t know why you could suddenly hear his thoughts and you couldn’t help but think of that night yourself, usually when you were in bed at night alone. A few weeks after your birthday party your friend that ordered the dancer called you.

“So funny thing. The place that I ordered the stripper from refunded some of my money.” That was weird.

“Why would they do that?” She hummed.

“Hmm said that someone turned the dancer away, so I got back a partial refund. Know anything about that one dear?” Wait so Minho hadn’t been the dancer that she ordered? Why in the world did he? You didn’t understand him! He was distant and short with you, then flirted and came on to you, then you hadn’t seen him in weeks and now he pulled a switcharoo with the dancer your friend ordered? You couldn’t sort him out.

That night you were frustrated as you laid alone in bed, your mind racing and you weren’t even sure if it was Minho’s thoughts or yours anymore, you were ready to burst if you didn’t get some kind of relief though. You grabbed your vibrator out of your bedside drawer, pulled your panties down, kicking them off, and laid back on your bed. You turned it on and pressed the vibrator against your clit as you thought about Minho’s hands all over you. Your body started buzzing and you heard Minho’s thoughts of touching you suddenly. He thought of his hands gripping your breasts tightly as he tasted your skin.

You rubbed the vibrator against your clit more thinking of the way Minho’s strong thighs straddled you, how his hips moved and how his cock would feel if he moved his hips like that on top of you. ‘Fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum’ You could hear Minho was close god you were close too. You turned your vibrator up wishing it was Minho’s tongue and you started to cum. You could audibly hear him moan through your thin walls as he came, then everything got quiet. After a minute you heard rustling then Minho’s front door opened and shut, then knocking at yours. You got up startled, putting your vibrator away quickly. Had he heard the buzzing? Did he know what you were doing? You pulled your panties back on and went to answer the door. When you cracked it Minho’s head shot up quickly.

“We need to talk.” You looked down at yourself, only in your big t-shirt and panties.

“Uh Minho it’s the middle of the night, I’m not...” He interrupted you.

“This can’t wait...” You nodded and opened your door letting him in. He walked into your living room in pajama shorts and no shirt, hair a bit of a mess but in a cute soft way. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping well. You could understand that you hadn’t been either.

“What is going on between us?” You were confused why was he asking you, he was the one running hot and cold all the time.

“What do you mean?” He scoffed.

“You know what I mean. You can hear what I’m thinking can’t you?” Your jaw dropped, how on Earth did he know that?!

“How did you-”

“I can hear your thoughts too.” Oh fuck.

“Since your birthday. I could hear you thinking about me, wishing I would walk over and say happy birthday, have a drink. It wouldn’t stop so I was gonna walk over and do it just so you would stop thinking it but when I walked out one of my buddies from the BT club was walking up. When he told me he was there for a birthday party I told him that I was too, that we must have gotten double booked and that he could take off. I... I didn’t want someone else dancing for you when... when... when it should be me.” To say that you were shocked to hear him make such a declaration would be a massive understatement.

“Minho... I...”

“Tell me you don’t feel it too, that you haven’t felt something pulling at you since the day we met. Now you turn twenty-one and we can suddenly hear each other’s thoughts? You know what it means you know you do and I do too.” You nodded looking down.

“You’re...my...”

“Soulmate.” Minho finished your sentence and then closed the space between you. He took your face into his hands and kissed you. It took your breath away and you felt some kind of static electricity between you. He pressed his forehead to yours, his lips ghosting your lips

“You don’t just have to think about my hands on your body, you can have them, just say the word.” You threw your arms around Minho’s shoulders, kissing him again and his hands were on your waist pulling you closer. You backed him up and made him sit down on your couch as you climbed on his lap. His hands slid down from your waist to your ass and he started to kiss down your neck. He stopped suddenly.

“You’re not expecting your dad are you?” You laughed shaking your head and kissed him again. You sat down on his lap and rolled your hips against him. He moaned, still a little sensitive from the orgasm he’d given himself just a bit ago.

“Oh fuck! You’re so wet I feel you through your panties and my shorts.” He squeezed your ass as you rode him, kissing and marking his neck.

“God Min you taste so good.” You slid off his lap onto your knees and spread his legs open, his firm thighs flexed under your touch. You grabbed the waist band of his shorts and pulled down. Minho’s hard cock sprung free. You grabbed it and wrapped your lips around him, his hands threaded through your hair pulling it up and away so he could see you sucking him off.

“Yes y/n fuck, you’re so fucking good at that! Shit!” You hummed and bobbed up and down as you took more of his dick each time. You gagged yourself on his cock and stroked what you couldn’t take as he moaned uncontrollably.

“MMMMmfuckfuck! I... god dammit... I’m g-gonna cum!” You opened your mouth and stroked him until you felt the first warm streak of cum hit your tongue. Minho tilted your head back and watched as he filled your mouth. You wiped the last bit off his tip with your thumb and sucked on it as you swallowed everything. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingertips over his trembling thighs until he could think again. As soon as he could he stood gently grabbing you from the floor and laying you back on the couch. You pulled your shirt off as he got your panties off you.

“Spread those legs for me beautiful, I’m so fucking hungry.” He spread your labia and started to drink you. His tongue wide, warm and flat teased your clit, sliding back towards your dripping hole to taste more of you. You tried to close your legs the feeling too good to handle and Minho growled holding them open as he continued to suck, nip and lick at every place that made you squirm and moan.

“Oh my god Min, fuck your tongue feels so good! YesyesYES! Right there!” Minho doubled his efforts sending you sailing into an earth-shattering orgasm. You gripped his hair and held his face against you as he kept licking you, prolonging the pleasure that was radiating through your body. Just as you were coming back around Minho lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. You started kissing down his neck, his adam’s apple, his collar bone, as he walked towards your room. He made it as far as the wall by the hall towards your room before he couldn’t take it anymore. Your lips on his skin drove him mad. He slammed you up against the wall bracing you with his hips as he lined up and pushed his cock inside you.

“FUCK! MINHO!” You felt so full, it was perfect. He thrusted up into you and you screamed his name again.

“MINHO OH GOD!” He made you look at him and kissed you as he fucked you hard against the wall. Your back pressed firmly against it allowing Minho to thrust into you as deep as possible. He was starting to sweat, panting as he held you up and fucked you.

“Cum for me angel, fuck! Want to feel you dripping down my dick baby!” He bounced you on his cock again and again until you felt the coil inside you finally snap along with your sanity.

“FUCKFUCKFUCK YESYESYES MINHO GOD FUCKING YES! I'M COMING FUCK FUCK! FUCK ME HARDER GODYES!” Minho drilled into you as you squeezed his cock, your walls like a warm, wet vice wrapped around his dick.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He was panting hard, sweat dripping down his red face and chest. That same moan you heard through the wall came out of Minho only this time right by your ear and fuck did he sound delicious.

“I’m coming baby fuck! Oh fuck!” Minho held you down on his dick as he came inside you. You could feel his warmth filling you as he shook and trembled through his third orgasm that night. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it away from his face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his lips as he came back from the cusp of insanity. Still holding you up against the wall, Minho cupped your face and kissed your lips softly. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and carried you to your room, laying you in bed and crawling in behind you. Both of your brains finally quiet as you drifted off to sleep in each other’s embrace.

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