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camotherogue · 6 months
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so guess who never got to drawing buchi sobs. It'll happen eventually guys I promise.ntomorrow. I got busy with other designs today and then my power fucked off IM SOBBING I REALLY DO WANT TO DRAW HIM I SWEAR
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lovinglin · 6 months
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Not a lot of good vibes tonight huh... it's okay, take a breather. We're gonna be okay. 🫂
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cloudybarnes · 6 months
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new beginnings
Pairing: theodore nott x reader
Summary: after theo very unexpectantly breaks up with you, you try your best to pick yourself back up and move on. theo, on the other hand, seems to be having a harder time of that.
Word Count: 2.2k+
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“(Y/N), you’ve got to get out of bed at some point.” Hermione said. She was sitting on the side of your bed while you laid fully wrapped under the covers. Hermione gently tugged the blanket down from your chin, but you whined a little in protest. 
“‘Mione, I seriously can’t do this yet.”
Theo, your boyfriend of over a year had broken up with you only a few short days ago. You’d been in bed ever since, heartbroken over what could have been. 
“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but you have to get up. I can’t let you live the rest of your life in bed! Don’t you know how badly your bum would hurt from laying all of your life?” Hermione joked. 
A small smile grew on your lips. “Yeah, that would be pretty tragic. I have too nice of a butt to let that happen.”
Hermione laughed. “There she is! I’ve missed your little jokes. Ron and Harry have become quite boring without you around. I think they’re worried about you.” 
You groaned. “Nooo. I hate when people worry about me. It’s just so awkward when I have to be like ‘I’m fine’, ‘no really, I’m fine’.”
Hermione shrugged. “Well, are you?”
You sighed, pulling the covers down from your chin. You looked up at her, a forlorn look on your face. “Definitely not, but I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to be stuck in here for the rest of my life. I just, I just don’t think I can handle seeing him right now.”
Hermione looked at you sadly. “I know. I hate seeing you so upset like this. God, what I would do to put a hex on that boy. He’s quite deserving of it, I would say. Maybe a rat’s tail, or a snake tongue.”
You giggled and sat up in bed. “Or how about we make him bald, or worse, blonde.” 
Hermione laughed at that. “Oh, Godric, then we’d have another Draco running around. I don’t think I could handle that.”
“Me either,” you laughed. Slowly, your smile dropped. “I just hate him. Well, no, I don’t hate him. And I hate that! I hate that even after breaking my heart I still love him and long for him.”
Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), I wish I could say something or do something to make this better, I just really don’t know what.”
You shrugged, “yeah, it is what it is. It’s not your fault he’s an ass.”
She chuckled. “So, what do you say? You wanna try to get down to the great hall before dinner starts? I’m sure the guys would like to see you again.” 
You thought it over for a minute. You really had missed your friends. Other than Hermione, you’d ostracized yourself from everyone just to avoid Theo. 
But were you really ready to see him again? You didn’t think you would ever be ready to see him again. 
“You know what,” you stated, “I am gonna go to dinner tonight. And I’m gonna ignore him and see my friends who I’ve missed and ignore the hell out of him because he’s an ass and why should I be the one who has to stay in bed all day?”
“Woohoo!” Hermione cheered. “You’re amazing, let’s get you showered and dressed. I hate to say it, but if you’re gonna get back into the world, you need to wash your hair.” 
You chuckled as you picked up a piece of hair to inspect it. “Yeah, okay. Shower first, look really pretty, eat dinner, come back. Piece of cake.” 
You pushed the covers off of you as Hermione stood from the bed. 
She said, “I’m gonna grab your clothes, so just get in the shower. We shouldn’t be too late to dinner that way.”
You nodded and headed to the bathroom. You were gonna go in there, socialize with your friends, reassure them you were fine, and everything would go back to normal. You hoped. 
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“(Y/N)!” Ginny shouted as you and Hermione made it to the Gryffindor table. She stood up from her seat and pulled you right into a hug. 
Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you smiled and held her even tighter in the hug. Ginny was an amazing friend to you. She had tried her best to see you, but you didn’t let anyone in. Only Hermione since she shared the room with you. 
Pulling away, Ginny dragged you to sit down next to her. Hermione followed suit and sat on the other side of you. “Oh, we’ve missed you so much, (Y/N/N). We’ve all been so worried about you, haven’t we?”
Harry and Ron sat across from you. They both nodded their heads, agreeing with Ginny. 
“Yeah, what an ass,” Ron scoffed. “Honestly, someone needs to knock that bloke down from his high horse. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, (Y/N/N).”
“Yeah,” Harry replied as he pushed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Theodore is a walking red flag. I for one am not sorry for him. He lost a good girl and he’s gonna regret what he’s done.”
You smiled at them. “Yeah, I am pretty awesome. Thanks guys.”
They chuckled and continued eating. Merlin knows those two could eat an entire quidditch field full of food. 
“Ahem,” a throat cleared from behind you. 
Turning around, you saw Enzo standing there sheepishly. 
“Uh,” he stuttered, “hey, (Y/N).” 
“Oh,” you said. “Uh, hi Enzo. Do you need something?” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice. Damn it.
Enzo was probably your favorite of Theo's friends. He was always the one you had most in common with, and therefore connected with pretty easily. You’d never hung out one on one, so you couldn’t really say he was your friend. 
“I-no I don’t need something, per say. I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if, uh, that’s alright.” 
You looked back at your friends, unsure if you should talk with him or not. They all seemed to be the same amount of weary as you were, but you were intrigued. 
“I don’t really want to talk to Theo, if that’s what this is.”
Enzo shook his head. “No! Ahem, no. I wanted to talk to you. To, uh, apologize kind of? I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me, this was silly, I’m sorry-“
“It’s fine, Enzo,” you cut off his rambling. “I’ll speak with you.” You looked back at your friends as you stood up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”
They nodded their heads as you let Enzo lead you away from the table and out the door. 
Once you two stood out in the hallway, Enzo kind of just shuffled his feet around, almost as if he was shying away from talking to you. 
“Am I supposed to say something first?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. 
“No, sorry,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I just feel a little awkward. I know what happened between you and Theo, but I guess I just hoped that didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends anymore.”
Your eyes softened a little at his confession. Enzo’s cheeks blushed a little as you stared at him. 
You sighed. You and Enzo really had been good friends, and you weren’t exactly keen on losing his friendship. 
“I mean,” he continued, “you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of my poetry, you’re the one I go to when I want to talk about books or get recommendations from, and I just would hate to lose our friendship just because I’m friends with Theo as well.”
Your heart melted. “Enzo, of course I still want to be friends with you. I will admit, I was a little nervous you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore after Theo broke up with me. I really enjoy being your friend.”
Enzo smiled in relief. “Oh good. I thought this would be more awkward and a little bit more sad than how it’s actually going.”
You giggled. “Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if I just had a real breakup as well as a friendship breakup.”
Enzo smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I am really sorry about that. I don’t know why he would ever break up with you in the first place. You’re so kind, and I thought you brought the best out in him.”
You forced an awkward smile. You really did not want to be talking about Theo right now, especially not about how you made him a better person. 
Before you could reply, a voice yelled out from behind you. 
“Oi!”
Turning around, you could see Theo storming up towards you and Enzo. 
“What the fuck, mate?” Theo huffed as he got in between you and Enzo. 
“Woah!” You shouted, backing up as Theo got up into Enzo’s face.  “Theo, what are you doing?”
He ignored you and kept talking to Enzo. “Are you hitting on my girlfriend? Right after all the shit we just went through?”
“What?” Enzo squeaked. “I’m not hitting on her, I was just talking to her.”
You were pissed. Your fists balled up at your sides as you stomped up to Theo. You grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him away from Enzo. Theo didn’t see it coming, so he stumbled and fell back a couple of steps. 
“Get the hell away from him,” you growled. “And what the fuck is wrong with you, Theodore?” 
You got between Theo and Enzo, pushing your finger into your ex-boyfriend’s chest accusingly. 
“First,” you said, “you break up with me, break my heart, and then you have the fucking nerve to come up here all righteous and accuse Enzo of whatever the fuck you said, all while calling me your girlfriend when you’re the asshole who broke up with me!”
You glared at Theo, watching as his anger turned soft. “I am not your girlfriend anymore, Theodore Nott. You’re the one who made that happen, so you have no fucking right to come up in my conversations acting like I owe you anything.” 
“(Y/N),” he softly said. “I… I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come out here all crazy. I just, I hate seeing you with anyone else, even if it’s one of my friends.” 
He turned to talk to Enzo, “I’m sorry, mate. Will you give us a few minutes?” 
Enzo nodded his head and gave you an awkward smile before heading back into the dining hall. 
You huffed, settling down a little as you stared at Theo. 
He looked tired. His eyes had circles underneath them, and his cheeks didn’t have their usual flush to them. He was as gorgeous as ever, but he looked drained. 
“You don’t look so good,” you pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant. 
Theo frowned and softly said, “neither do you.”
Your lips pulled tight in a frown. Theo didn’t need to know how much he had affected you with the breakup. 
You sighed, “what are you doing, Theo?”
He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “I, uh, I’m not really sure. I just didn’t like seeing you with Enzo.”
“Why? You broke up with me.”
Theo huffed, “I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing you with anyone else. It still feels like I’m supposed to be there. Like I’m supposed to be the one with you. I miss you.”
You shook your head as hurt started to creep back into your heart. “Don’t say things like that to me, Theo. Not after what you did. I loved you, and you broke up with me out of nowhere for no good reason, either.”
“I’m sorry,” he tried to reach for you, but you shrugged off his hand. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I just know that I regret it like crazy. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I’ve always wanted to be with you, I was stupid to let you go. Can you forgive me?”
Your lips pulled tight. “Theo, I can’t just get back with you like this.” You said. “I don’t trust you anymore. You broke my heart, and broke my trust. You gave me no reason for the breakup, so who’s to say it won’t happen right after we get back together?”
He shook his head. “Dolcezza, no. I won’t do that to you, not again. What can I do to prove this to you?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t get back with you. Not like this, and not so soon. You really hurt me, Theo.”
“Well, what if we try being friends at least?” He suggested. 
“You wanna be my friend?”
“No,” he said immediately. “But I’ll settle for being your friend for as long as it takes to win you back.” 
Your heart warmed at what he had said. Maybe you could try being friends with him. He did really hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 
“Okay,” you decided, “I’ll give you a chance to be my friend. Don’t hurt me again, Theodore, or I’ll get Ginny on you.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get my baby back. I can promise you that.” 
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leclerc-hs · 22 days
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ex's and oh's - CL16
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pairing: ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you and your ex-boyfriend are in complicated territory OR your ex fucks you in the drivers seat of his car warnings: 18+, SMUT under the cut, badly translated french (pls correct me), not proofread!!!! word count: 2.4k author's note: ok I just want to sincerely apologize for my long absence on here!!! i know you’ve been waiting for me to finish this for a while now LOL but I've been insanely busy balancing life with two jobs lol. So I'm going to leave this here. I can honestly say it's not my best work and I apologize for that but I really wanted to give y'all something in the mean time. I have a bunch of drafts I plan to work on whenever I get the chance. Love you all!! pls forgive me and don't forget to leave me some comments and thoughts xoxo
THERE WAS NOTHING that could’ve prepared you for this fight. You weren’t drunk, as promised. Although you weren’t sober either. 
You and Charles were...complicated. Exes but…. still, something more. You would always be something more. Your history stretched back almost forever, and that alone made it challenging to stay apart from each other.
There was a point in time when the aftermath of your breakup made it impossible for both of you to share the same space. It invariably led to bitter arguments over seemingly trivial matters. One such instance was during a movie night with your group of friends when you showed up in a sweatshirt that was far too big for your body, obvious that it wasn’t your own. Charles simmered with silent resentment in the corner until he could no longer contain it. The memory etched vividly in your mind, recalling the knots in your stomach throughout the night, feeling the intense burn of Charles’ gaze upon you. He didn’t cast a single glance at the movie that evening.
“Who’s fucking sweatshirt is that?”
“Already fucking other people, hm?”
As you slid into the familiar supple leather seats of his Ferrari, you felt the warmth of the car hug you like a blanket, providing much relief from the contrast of the cold air outside. In the process of slipping into his car, your skirt had ridden up higher than Charles would’ve preferred, your panties nearly exposed if it weren’t for the sheer tights providing more coverage. Did you really go out dressed like that? He felt his hands grip the steering wheel tighter than normal as a waft of your perfume enveloped the car. 
“Did you have fun?” His tone was neutral, but his body posture was tense. He barely turned his head to check if you placed your seat belt on before peeling out from the curb at a speed much too fast.
Sober you would’ve caught onto his attitude almost immediately. But tipsy you, thought nothing of it. 
“Oh Charlie!” You exasperated, the click of your seatbelt filling the car as the radio was turned on the lowest possible volume. “It was so fun!” 
He dropped one of his hands from the wheel, bringing his hand to rub the scruff of his unshaven jaw, as a deep sigh falls past his lips. He was annoyed—more than annoyed. The sole fact that you left him unanswered for hours wasn’t his only issue. What had his muscles all tight and the permanent frown on his face was the images of one of your guy friends being way too close to you. Too close for Charles liking. It was the same guy that his friends had briefly mentioned weeks ago on his boat. 
“Cha, l’aimes-tu toujours?”  Do you still love her? His friends sat around the table; half-eaten food left on their plates. He didn’t answer the question immediately. But everyone knew, subconsciously, that he did.
“Elle et Nick été proches récemment,” Her and Nick have been close lately. The phrase alone made Charles choke on his water. In that moment, he thanked the lord for the sunglasses covering his widened eyes. The burn in his chest began simmering as the conversation continued.
“Oui, ne sont-ils pas partis ensemble l’autre soir?” Yeah, didn’t they leave together the other night?
He couldn’t blame his friends for the discussion. They didn’t know that you two were still in complicated territory. Everyone always figured you two would rekindle, but it’s been so long, no one knew if it would happen anymore.
So, although Charles felt like the air was being sucked out of his lungs, he plastered a big smile on his face while throwing his arm around the back of the chair beside him. “Nick, hm?”
He made a genuine effort to control his anger. Honestly, he really did try. However, as you persisted in discussing the night, particularly when the name ‘Nick’ slipped past your lips, he couldn’t help but lose his composure just a little bit.
His voice took on a lethal edge as he maneuvered the car to the side of the desolate road. The act of driving demanded attention, but his mind was a whirlwind of a million thoughts. He was consumed by anger, it oozed from every pore of his skin as he scoffed and turned to confront you. Your eyes were already fixated on him, and his gaze instantly met yours.
“A-t-il touché à toi?” Did he touch you? His voice rumbled like a low growl, and the green in his eyes was so deep and intense that it masked their actual color, making it nearly impossible to discern the green hue. But you memorized those eyes. His eyes. You were familiar with every nuance of shade that adorned them. His breath was slow and even as he awaited your answer.
The idea drove him insane—the notion of another man laying his hands on you. And even worse, you wanting another man’s hands on you.
For a moment, you found yourself taken aback, only to fully comprehend his tense posture and the sharpness in his tone. Suppressing any inclination to react visibly, you wrestled to maintain a neutral expression, ensuring your lips didn’t betray a hint of a smirk at his jealousy. You didn’t even need to ask who he was. 
“Et est-ce que cela aurait de l’importance s’il l’avait fait?” And would it matter if he did?
The fact that you didn’t need to even address who he was talking about, only caused him to spiral further. As if you were confirming that Nick is the only other option. 
The car felt increasingly smaller as the anger in Charles grew. His knee was bouncing with impatience as he clenched his jaw. Yes. Yes, it fucking mattered. He wanted to shout until his lungs gave out that it mattered. He began to lose the evenness of his breathing pattern, becoming more erratic as you didn’t answer the question.
“Dis-le-moi et nous le découvrirons,” Tell me and we’ll find out. His eyes traced your every movement as your eyes narrowed at him, a scowl forming on your lips. The lips he dreamed about almost every night. 
The silence in the car heightened, and with each passing second, you could feel your heart rate quicken. His gaze remained fixated on your face, unwilling to divert elsewhere. It was as if he were a predator, and you, his prey, captivated under the unrelenting focus of his eyes.
“What? No snarky remarks for me?” C’mon play with me. Although he felt like his chest might crack in two, he needed to mask it. Needed to be nonchalant. 
The tension lingered until you took a sharp swallow, the muscles in your neck twitching, that his eyes shifted, descending to the nape of your neck. They fixated on the subtle gleam of your collarbones, still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from the night’s dancing. His gaze traced the gentle rise and fall of your breasts with each breath. He wanted to devour you whole.
You felt your thighs clench slightly from his pressuring gaze. He is so fucking hot. His hair in complete disarray from running his hands through it. He wore a pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie that made you want to cling your body around him as soon as you saw him.
“Y a-t-il quelque chose entre vous deux?” Is there something between you two? His patience was wearing thin. You still haven’t answered his question, and the silence was eating him alive.
You detected a subtle waver in his tone, prompting a softening in your gaze. Your hand gently reached for his face, and he allowed his head to lean ever so slightly against the palm of your hand. It was as if your touch alone had the power to appease the turmoil of anger and jealousy rising within him. 
And as much as you loved to get under his skin like he did yours sometimes. You couldn’t find it in you to provoke him. To cause him any pain. “No.”
The corner of his lips twitched up slightly as your thumb brushed against his jawline. His hands tremble when they reach for you, pulling you out of your seat and across the center console into his lap. “Est-ce que cela aurait de l’importance?” Would it matter? You repeated the question as your legs straddled him. His hands slid around your waist, resting on your backside in a tight grip, so you couldn’t move. 
His mouth formed into a hardened line, as if he forced it to show you just how serious he was when he answered. “Bien sûr que cela a de l’importance,” Of course it matters. 
“Porquoi?” Why?
“Why?” He repeats your question. Scoffing at the fact that you even had to ask him. As if you didn’t already know why.
You suck in a sharp breath as soon as his warm tongue meets with the nape of your neck, trailing hot and wet kisses up until his lips meet yours for a moment before pulling away. 
“Mon coeur t’appartient.” My heart is yours. There was no questioning in his words. “Il a toujours été tien.” It’s always been yours. As those words hung in the air, your breath caught. You love this man. You love this man with every fiber of your being. 
His fingers gripped onto your thighs with an almost bruising intensity, as if he needed to confirm your presence by feeling you in his hands, ensuring you weren’t a figment of his imagination. His nails traced along the thin fabric at the apex of your thigh, before digging them in and tearing them open instantly. You let out an audible moan as his fingers found immediate solace to the damp spot on your underwear. Of course, you were already wet just by looking at him.
“Est-ce que tu m’aimes?” Do you love me? He questioned, adding slight pressure to your cotton covered clit. 
You moaned in delight at the contact but did not answer his question. It drove him mad.
His fingers slipped past your underwear, shoving them to the side, and slipping his fingers into your heated core. His fingers curled, hitting the spot you needed him most just right. Your back arched, barely grazing the horn of the steering wheel. Your hands were frantic, reaching for the waistband of his grey sweats as Charles lifted in hips off his seat to help you.
“Oh fuck,” You moaned out loud. The pace of Charles’ fingers had you careening forward with a cry, before he pulled them out of you completely, leaving you shouting “No!”.
“Relax cherie,” He clicked his tongue before pulling your chest flush with his, raising you up an inch to slide his cock right into you. He groaned as your pussy clenched tightly around him, squeezing him so tight he could barely focus on anything else. He held you down against him, letting neither of you move. 
It wasn’t until you fully sat, completely full of him, that he rips the buttons of your shirt open, revealing a lacy ensemble across your chest. He traces the tip of his finger along cup of your breast and says, “Did you wear this on purpose, hm?”
You shook your head, wiggling your hips with a groan. You needed to move, needed to feel the force of his cock into you, but he wouldn’t let you. He just held your hips down as if he was waiting for something.
"You feel so good," He groans. "Squeezing me so tight."
“Cha, please.” You begged, getting agitated at the lack of movement.
“Est-ce que tu m’aimes?” Do you love me? He repeats again. A grin stretched across his features at your obvious struggle. The fact that you needed his cock this badly, had him only growing harder. 
You bit your lip as Charles’ fingers sprawled across your neck in a tight grip, pulling your face to his. Close enough that your noses were touching.
“Réponds, et je suis tout à toi.” Answer, and I’m all yours.
“Est-ce que tu m’aimes?” Do you love me?
You don’t know what held you back from answering before. Because you did. He knew you did. He just needed to hear the words from your lips. Needed the reassurance that this was more than a quick fuck to you.
“Oui!” Yes! You half-shouted, eyes blown wide with need. “I will always love you!”
His hand released your hips, giving you the immediate go-ahead. You wasted no time, working yourself over his cock, moans eliciting from the both of you almost instantly. His hands slid to cup your ass, controlling your movements as he urges you to move faster.
“Mon dieu,” Charles groaned, his fingers dipping into the cup of your lacy ensemble, rolling your nipples between his index finger and thumb. “Je t’aime,” I love you.
The mere utterance of those words had you instinctively squeezing his cock with an intensified fervor, bringing you perilously close to the brink of ecstasy. A sly smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the effect his declaration had on you.
You moved your hips faster, the bounce of your breasts had Charles in a trance before he brought his eyes back to your face, looking you deep in the eyes. “Je t’aime,” He muttered again, bringing his lips to your mouth, swallowing your moans as if they were the oxygen he needed to breathe. “C’mon, give it to me.” He begged, thrusting his hips upward into you as much as he could, eyes rolling to the back of his head until you both reach that point of ecstasy you both needed.
His face was bright red, cheeks flushed, as you worked yourself over him in a hurried pace. His sweatshirt no doubt, making him feel like a furnace, as sweat forms near his eyebrow. His eyes were wild, unsure where to look until they met with your eyes. His cock twitching inside of you from the clench of your pussy on him, and the gaze of your eyes.
“Je t’aime!” You shouted, releasing all over him and falling forward in exhaustion onto Charles chest. 
Charles groaned hotly into your ear, his release catching him completely off guard due to the words you uttered. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest as you rested against it. 
“Mon Coeur est à toi.” My heart is yours. His fingers caressed the ends of your hair behind your back. The both of you made no attempts to move.
“Mon Coeur est à toi.” My heart is yours. You repeat back to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
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multifariousqueer · 10 months
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can you write miles 42 having readers bank account, card ALL that on his phone and gets mad if she purchases shi with money he didint give her. its really crazy but its miles 42....what do you expect??? hehe
Sure love!!!
A/n: y’all I love you so much but I need you guys to start requesting regular miles fanfic pls. Although 42 miles owns my 🩷
It was just a simple necklace. It was the Vivienne Westwood necklace that you saw everyone around you wearing and wanted so badly. You knew Miles would get it for you in a heartbeat but a part of you wanted to get it for yourself. It had been a long, stressful semester but you struggled through it all and got to a point where ou were passing with A’s and B’s. Coincidentally, you had gotten a job at Starbucks after months of applying and you had about $1000 saved up of your own money that you were waiting to spend on something special. That was, until that “something special” came along in the form of Miles.
You never knew what he did but you knew he was making 8x your salary in a month. It seemed like anything you wanted, you got when you were with Miles; shoes, clothes, books, makeup any and everything you wanted, it was yours in a matter of days. It’s worth mentioning that Miles is extremely overprotective and wants to know everything about what you’re doing and buying because he loves you and cares about your habits.
Even on Miles’s birthday when you dipped into your savings to get him the latest Jordan’s, he was furious that you had to use your own money:
“Damn Ma, these are valid. How much were they?”
“Oh don’t worry about it” you said
“I said, how much were they.” His eyes narrowing in on you because he knew how much they were because he was gonna buy them 2 weeks ago but decided not to.
“$500. I’ve been saving for them for you, baby. It’s all good” you tried to assure him
“Aight. thank you.” He said, pulling you close to him, the scent of the Dior Sauvage cologne you also bought him, filling your nostrils
But deep down you knew he was pissed off and mad that you spent your own money, so after a long talk about how he should be able to keep tabs on you and keep you safe, you gave him your Apple Pay and banking info for emergencies only but of course it’s Miles and being the overprotective boyfriend he is, he checks it everyday for any “extravagant purchases” made by you or someone else.
Of course he isn’t crazy, he set a $25 limit for you before he steps in and asks what’s up. Once, you were at a mall with your friend and found the cutest shirt at Urban Outfitters and decided to buy it. The price tag read $50 but you went ahead and got it; the same happened at Bath and Body Works and Tilly’s and as you made your way to the bathroom, you got a text from Miles:
Miles: did someone take your card?
You: no why??
Miles: why’d you spend $150 in an hour??
You: I’m at the mall
Miles: so? I pay for your shit
You: dawg it’s $150. It’s not that deep 💀
Miles: I ain’t yo “dawg” and yes it is when Yk I buy you shit
You: you aren’t my sugar daddy
Miles: I basically am atp. I’m sending you $1000, buy something cute
You contemplated leaving him on seen but you remembered how he hates that so you replied:
You: Okay
You had saved up enough to get the necklace and when you got it, you were ecstatic. You thought about all of the possible outfit combos and how good it will look against your brown skin but your thoughts were interrupted by a certain someone:
Miles: what’d I tell you, Mami?
You: ?
Miles: don’t play dumb, yk I would’ve bought you that necklace in a heartbeat but instead you wanted to be miss independent and buy it yourself. I guess since you’re so independent, I’ll stop sending you that $1000 every week. How about that?
You: ok
Miles: ?
You: we can discuss this when I get home
Miles: K
You: k
It was a long ride home but eventually you accepted that Miles was gonna rip your head off and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.
When you got home, he had three of the necklaces, two huge teddy bears, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and the newest pair of Jordan’s waiting for you:
“What’s all this?” You smiled and asked
“I told you I’ll pay for your shit, y/n” miles said, with a small smirk on his face
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augustinewrites · 11 months
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sweet nothing ft the fushigojos to make up for the last fic i wrote for them heh
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gojo satoru was not made for domesticity. this has always been something you've known, something you've accepted.
you're just not sure that he has.
it's a little past midnight when he trudges into your bedroom, tired lines creasing his pretty face as he shuffles around the room. he greets you with a quiet hey, and a peck on the forehead before stripping off his uniform, tossing it into the basket with a little more force than necessary.
you raise a brow at him, but stay quiet as he stalks into the bathroom. in the years that you've been together, you've learned better than to back an emotionally repressed sorcerer into a corner and force him to say how he's feeling. especially one who’s just gotten back from assignment.
you try and fail to return to the novel you were reading, staring blankly at the page until gojo steps out. his hair is damp, a towel slung low around his waist as he digs around in the closet for underwear.
there’s no pageantry, no winks or eyebrow waggles or light teasing of, like what you see? stuff that would usually make you roll your eyes, but that you suddenly realize has been missing lately.
okay, something is definitely wrong.
so you shut your book, placing it on the nightstand as he crawls into bed next to you. he says nothing, simply reaching across you to flick off your lamp and plunge the room into darkness.
it’s with a heavy sigh that he rests his head in your lap, grabbing your hand and plopping it into his hair before hugging your legs.
"i can't go to okinawa with you guys tomorrow.”
“satoru,” you can’t help but frown, carding your fingers through his hair. “we’ve been planning this trip for months.”
“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, strained. “you should just take the kids without me. take shoko, or something. megumi’s already stocked up on his spf, and tsumiki was really looking forward to picking seashells—”
“satoru,” you interrupt when you catch his voice break. “are you— are you okay?”
he’s crying, you realize when he doesn’t respond, instead pushing his head deeper into your lap, muttering, “no.”
“talk to me,” you murmur, smoothing your hand down his spine.
"i don't want the kids to think that i didn't want to go."
"you've been talking about seeing me in a bikini for weeks, i think they know how badly you wanted to go."
your comment pulls a small laugh out of him, but it's still interrupted by a sniffle.
"what's this really about?" you ask softly.
"i've been...missing things lately," he mutters quietly. "little league games, piano recitals, science fairs. i leave before they're awake, i get back when they're about to go to bed."
sorcerers who are referred to as 'the strongest' don't get days off. they go where they're needed, when they're needed.
"you know they don't hold any of that against you."
"i know," he says, sitting up to look at you. "but i don't want them - or you - to feel like i'm not choosing you. because i would, but i can't. and i'm just tired. of all of it--"
you wrap your arms around him when his voice breaks once more, pulling him into a hug. he reciprocates immediately, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he releases a shaky sigh.
"it's not just about being there for the big things," you murmur. "it's about...being there when they need you to be. i can't hit a baseball to save my life, so you're the one who takes them the park to practice. you're the one who taught tsumiki how to read sheet music, and found a way to explain the concept of infinity to a ten year old so he could win the science fair."
without him, there would be no little league games, piano recitals, or science fairs to attend.
"besides, we can always go on vacation some other time," you assure him, rubbing circles across his back. "it's not worth it if you're not with us."
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satoru wakes to the sound of muffled laughter. a quick glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand confirms that it's 7am.
the lack of warmth pressed into his side tells him you're up too. it's rare that anyone is awake before he is, especially on weekends or days that he's set to depart. he can hear bits of your conversation with the kids as he gets ready for the day, changing into his uniform and shoving clothes into a bag.
"what shape should i try to make?" he hears you ask. ah, you must be making pancakes.
"a heart!" tsumiki suggests.
"japan!" megumi argues.
he knows you're going to make both. you're doing so when he saunters onto the scene, humming along to whatever song tsumiki's put on the record player as you drop chocolate chips into the batter.
he sweeps your hair away from your neck, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the nape of your neck.
then he turns to the kids, who are in the process of setting the table. "did, uh, you guys already talk about okinawa?"
tsumiki nods, but megumi just shrugs, wrinkling his nose. "there are a lot of jellyfish there anyway."
he of course goes on to inform everyone of the different kinds of jellyfish and all the horrible ways they could kill you. tsumiki chimes in to say that they won't attack unless they're bothered.
you press a mug of coffee into his hand, standing on the tip of your toes to kiss to his cheek before joining the kids at the table with a plate of pancakes.
the scene that unfolds in front of him is a simple one, but one that he's dreamed of all his life. a family sitting together for a meal, laughing and chatting about things that don't really matter.
the world's always going to need him. but this? this is all he needs.
because gojo satoru wasn't made for domesticity, but for his family? he'll try.
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2hightocare · 2 months
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UNEXPECTED NEWS!
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Synopsis: Pregnant with your first child, how do you plan on dropping the news to your husband?
Genre: married au! KUWTB!
Warnings: whole lotta fluff.. cussing, mentions of sex, playful banter, found family… just fucking fluff bye.
a/n: well long awaited drabble.. I honestly adore all of them so much… Jungkook and oc were being extra cutesy (they usually play fighting all the time) in this.. enjoy🤍 ps I’m high as fuck so ignore all mistakes.
ask! KUWTB💌
“You’re fucking pregnant?” Your best friend whispers, Eunbi stares at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.
You had been feeling weird these past few days, from your emotions being all over the place to throwing up whenever you ate something. Jungkook was worried about what was wrong, but you just told him that you were on your period, which was a lie since you hadn’t had it in some time now.
So, here you are, sitting against the wall in the bathroom of Eunbi’s house with a positive pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m going to be an auntie!” Eunbi dances in front of you, her blonde hair coming undone from her bun.
“Oh my god, I’m pregnant.” It finally clicks in your brain that a small human is forming in your belly at this very moment, tears start streaming down your face.
You and Jungkook have been married for five years now. When you first got married, you both said you would enjoy your marriage and have fun. And that’s exactly what you did; you traveled a lot, went out to parties until five in the morning, did spontaneous stuff all the time.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eunbi rushes to your side, kneeling down in front of you, lifting your face up. “Are these happy tears or sad tears?” She asks, her thumbs wiping your tears away, ruining your makeup.
“Both.” You sniffle, your eyes finally meeting her hazel eyes.
“Wanna talk about it?” Eunbi asks slowly, trying to read your expression.
Eunbi has been your best friend since college days; she was your dorm roommate. You both majored in the same thing, meaning you guys had almost every class together.
“It’s just that..” you pout, as the tears continue to fall.
“I’m happy, I’m really happy. But Kook and I haven’t talked about having a baby anytime soon. I don’t know how he’ll react.” You explain, as Eunbi only nods her head.
“Y/n, that man loves you so much, it’s even absurd what he would do for you. Knowing him, he would literally jump off a cliff for you. I don’t think he’ll react badly, but if he does, I’ll have the guys throw him off the cliff. Anyways, he loves you a lot with a baby or without a baby.” Eunbi says, helping you stand up before hugging.
“How do you think I should tell him?” You sniffle, as Eunbi chuckles, letting go of you.
“Pregnancy reveal plan in the making!” Eunbi says.
“And can we get out of here, this is where Yoongi takes his shits, it kinda smells bad,” Eunbi scrambles to the door, which has you laughing, following her lead out of the bathroom.
It’s been two days since you found out you were pregnant, but you haven’t told Jungkook anything yet. Eunbi and you planned a way of telling him the day you found out, so here you are, nervous as hell in Jungkook's car, trying to calm your nerves.
After a couple of minutes, you step out of the car with your shoulder bag and some shopping bags. You lock the car behind you and make your way to the main door.
“Hi baby, how did it go?” Your husband greets you the minute you walk in from the couch. “What did you buy?” Jungkook pauses the show he was just watching, putting all his attention on you, making grabby hands for you to go to him.
“Want a haul?” You giggle, making your way to him who pats his lap for you to sit on, which you do after dropping the bags beside him.
“Better have used my card,” he gives you a glare which you only roll your eyes playfully, reaching for your Prada bag before pulling out his black card and handing it to him. “Keep it, you use it more than me,” waves you off, giving your neck a wet kiss.
“Did the girls not go? I was on the phone with Taehyung, and he said Ari was making dinner.” Jungkook gives your thigh a squeeze, helping you adjust in his lap. “Ari said she was really busy with work, and Lora was taking care of Jiho since Jin is working.” You explain, running your fingers through his messy curls.
“You went by yourself? I could’ve gone with you, baby.” Jungkook pouts at you, which you shake your head with a smile. “Eunbi went with me, plus you had work,” You squeeze his cheeks.
“Tsk, I missed you,” He smiles, pulling your face closer to his before connecting his lips to yours. Your eyes immediately flutter closed, mirroring his smile against your lips.
“I have to show you something.” You bring up, your stomach doing a turn. “Show me,” He smiles, patting your thigh, before you climb off his lap, reaching for the shopping bags.
“Are you going to give me a haul?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you, which you only wink back as a response.
“So, I got a lot of makeup,” you say, showing him every product you got, which he listened to carefully even though he had no clue what half of the stuff you bought is used for. “I got us these, so we can all match,” you pull out the biggest Nike shoe box first, passing it to your husband.
“These are sick as fuck,” Jungkook holds up the black and white high tops. “Let me see yours.” He motions to the other box in the bag; you hand him your shoe box. Instead of high tops, they’re low instead.
“Super cute, they match your outfit right now,” He says about your pink long sleeve bodysuit. “They do, don't they,” You say, cracking your fingers nervously to show him the much smaller box in the bag.
“Oh, who’s this one for?” Jungkook reached for the small box, opening it to be met with tiny matching shoes. “Are these for Jiho? I don’t think they would fit him,” Your husband brings up the only child in the family as he holds the tiny shoe in his palm.
“They’re not for Jiho..” You nervously say, as you dig into your bag, pulling out the positive pregnancy test.
“You’re fucking kidding,” Jungkook's mouth hangs open as he stares at your teary eyes. You shake your head, tears start falling down your eyes watching your husband that’s stuck in place with wide eyes.
“I’m going to pass out, baby, are you serious?” Jungkook's face scrunches up as tears fill his eyes, “baby, you’re pregnant?” He drops the shoes and moves closer to you, his hands holding your face waiting for you to say something.
“Yes, I’m pregnant,” You sniffle with a smile, reaching to wipe your husband's tears. Before you know it, he jumps up, fist bumps the air, and starts screaming.
“Fuck yes!” He shouts to the air as he runs around the house as you burst out laughing, “I’m going to be a dad, oh my fucking god!” He runs back to pick you up from the carpet, smashing his lips on yours, spinning around.
“You’re going to be a mommy, you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” Jungkook says between each kiss he leaves all over your face, making you giggle. You felt stupid for even worrying in the first place how he would react.
“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Jungkook sets you down, “Baby, it’s been two days since I found out,” You say,
“You knew for two days and you didn’t tell me?” He gasps dramatically, “I was thinking about how to tell you,” you reassure him, which he only nods, giving you a big fat kiss.
“Do you think it’s too soon to buy his crib right now?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically.
“Jeon..” you give him a look, “yes it’s too early and don’t call it ‘he,’ we don’t know what it might be,” you say, before getting on your tiptoes, leaving a kiss on his lips, leaving him in the living room making your way to the kitchen.
“You just called him and ‘it,’ that's so much worse!” Jungkook argues, following behind you.
“Your handwriting is shit, to say the least,” you say as your husband writes on the small index card. “You have a way to flirt with me, baby, thank you so much, I love you too,” he says as he glares up at you before returning to writing on the card.
“Do you even think they’ll open the cookies?” You pop your hip out, watching your husband. “You know they only come to our house for the cookies, right? They don’t give a fuck about us,” Jungkook bites a laugh as you pout. “Well, now I don’t want to tell them shit,” you joke, staring at the words on the card.
“Do you even think they’ll understand that? They’re a little slow,” Jungkook wraps his hand over your shoulder, messing up your perfectly curled hair. “Um, they'll figure it out, they got a Joonie to help them,” you shrug before stealing a cookie from the packet and running off.
“I’m so hungry,” Lora says, her hand on her stomach as if that would silence the growling happening inside.
“There are cookies on the counter,” you point to the kitchen, which Jungkook smirks at you.
With that, everyone stands up, dashing to the kitchen, acting like they never had a cookie in their life. You truly had no idea how all of you became obsessed with chocolate chip cookies; all of your guys' houses have a bunch of packages lying everywhere to eat. It was common and normal for all of you; for others, it might seem bizarre seeing grown adults fight over cookies.
“I swear cookies taste so much better in Kook's house,” Jimin rants as he watches Hoseok open the bag, stopping in his tracks as he reads the note. Lora and Ari try reaching in for a cookie, completely ignoring the note but getting swatted away by Namjoon.
“Y/n is pregnant!” Namjoon shouts, which sends everyone's mouths hanging open. “You’re fucking joking!” Seokjin gasps as he runs towards you and Jungkook, embracing you in a tight hug.
“Oh my god, they really got down to business,” Taehyung says, getting a swat from Lora who’s glaring at him before pointing her eyes at Jiho beside her. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get the note?” Jimin says as he reads the card, as everyone congratulates and hugs you and Jungkook.
“Eat up, mommy Y/n doesn’t want to be the only one with a belly, love baby!” Jimin reads the card, holding it up in the air after he’s done reading it.
“I told you someone was not going to know what it meant,” Jungkook whispers into your ear, only for you to hear, which makes you chuckle under your breath.
“You’re just mad I had to explain it to you,” you whisper back, which gets you a kiss on your cheek.
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SNEAKY AS A SPIDER┊gojo satoru is one of your closest and oldest friends, but recently he’s been acting strange. he’s unreliable, flaky. will say one thing and do another. after your science internship starts, you decide it's time to call him out on his behavior. it’s just your luck that it turns out he’s the most wanted vigilante in the city.
content: friends to lovers, mutual pining, female!reader x spider-man!gojo, public sex, reader is nicknamed bee, holding you with one arm, fingering, creampie, reader wears glasses, reader called pretty and baby, depictions of violence and injury, accidental manhandling, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected, he breaks the headboard. all lowercase. word count: 10k
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satoru has been acting… weird, lately. and it’s not his usual weird; the way he always wears tinted glasses regardless of setting, his intense obsession with anything sweet, the way he talks as if he’s constantly on camera. no, in the three years you’ve been friends, satoru has always been that way.
he’s a little different from the rest of the friend group, the words you’d typically use to describe him were annoying, loud, and maybe even quirky if you wanted to really piss him off. thing is, flaky was never a part of that list until recently and it felt as if gojo satoru was rarely ever around anymore.
ever since your college internship started, you’ve seen your friend less and less. this was unusual especially because you were normally attached at the hip — the “hip” being suguru as you two argued over the last slice of pizza. if you were to ask anyone else in the friend group, there was definitely a ‘will they won’t they’ situation going on, but regardless of your feelings towards each other he was always there. a constant.
nowadays he cancels plans at a moment's notice, one time leaving before you’d even grabbed a table with your friends. 
you started paying more attention after that.
as you caught on to his patterns, it was hard for you not to notice that he conveniently disappeared as soon as things started going wrong in the city. at first you thought he was just trying to avoid danger, leaving at the first sound of more than one police siren in quick succession. it wouldn’t surprise you if the loud mouth was all talk.
you’ll never forget the day when the two of you almost got crushed during a villain’s concrete throwing rampage — only to be suddenly saved by the infamous red and blue vigilante that swings through the sky.
spider-man, they’re calling him. a masked hero running through the streets and taking down anyone that dared to live a life of crime. BOOM! POW! CRASH! WHAM! are the only sounds you hear when that guy’s around. that fateful day was the first time you ever made direct contact with him, and when you heard him speak — you knew.
you’ve heard satoru’s shitty attempts at prank calls enough to know that badly deepened voice anywhere.
so here you stand, on a rooftop in manhattan, watching as he clumsily tries to change into his civilian clothing. he hasn’t noticed you quite yet, tripping over his sweats as he tries to shimmy them on while hopping on one leg. he falls unceremoniously on the ground, rubbing his left ass cheek as it meets the concrete.
“need some help?” you ask, watching as his head whips in your direction. his body catches up before he does, limbs hurriedly trying to cover himself. it’s no use, you’ve seen the skin-like suit already and how it hugs him in all the right places. despite this, he still grabs his backpack (the dijimon one that he swears is not for children) and tries to cover the large emblem on his chest anyway.
“h–hey there, bee,” he stutters out, “fancy seeing you here.” he shifts so that his elbow is resting against the ground and holding his chin, on his side with the other hand on his hip.
“wow,” you muse, “you’re definitely pulling off the casual look.”
“i try. it’s the only way we can get through this rat race called life. it’s hard out here for us normal everyday college students.”
you raise an eyebrow. “normal and everyday, huh?”
“yep! normal, plain, basic... all the other adjectives…” he trails off and you see his eyes flicker to the door behind you. you can tell that he’s worried, wondering if anyone else would be making their way up here soon.
you know they aren’t. your lab team believed the lie that you came to take some samples of the greenhouse for your thesis. everyone knew not to bother you when you got in the zone. you’d run around with a million different tasks, swiftly collecting data like a worker bee collects pollen — your namesake.
“hm. and what other adjectives could we use?” you inquire, blood pressure rising. “oh, I know. sneaky, devious, cowardly—!”
“would you believe that i’m just heavily into cosplay?”
“gojo satoru!” you hiss, your tone immediately making him stand up to his feet, palms raised in your direction. his body is fully covered by his suit, the only thing missing the mask. even now it’s hard for you to imagine him under the two white teardrops that peered down at you that day, swiftly bringing you to safety. “explain yourself.”
he groans as if the confession will actually kill him, reaching a gloved hand back to scratch at his undercut. his hair is a mess, sticking in all directions. you begrudgingly find it cute. “if i do, do you promise not to freak out?”
you briskly walk up to him, black heels clacking as your lab coat sways behind you. “i’m already freaked out, satoru. who wouldn’t be after finding out their friend is spi—“ 
“shhh!l” he reprimands, hands flying around in the air in front of you. “what if someone hears you?” he quickly looks left and then right, peering around the rooftop as if the mystery person would materialize out of thin air.
“hears me?” you scoff, lowering your glasses to apply pressure to your nose bridge. “that’s the least of our problems. you’re not the only person at risk here. you’re a criminal, a vigilante and i am now officially a guilty party.”
satoru watches as you lean against one of the wooden analysis tables, careful not to touch the equipment with your hands or sleeves.
“i didn’t exactly ask you to be,” he grumbles, following suit and resting against the dark wood. “listen, i wanted to tell you. both of you. but suguru is so morally righteous that i couldn’t trust him to not tell my family. i didn’t want to drag you in and have you constantly worrying about me. i’m sorry, really, but i don’t regret doing it. i just regret you finding out this way.”
you snort, glancing over at him. you notice now that he has gotten bigger over the past few months; large biceps and shoulders broader than they’ve ever been. “‘toru, i’ve known for three months now.”
his eyes widen, bright blue and vivid underneath the moonlight. you should be heading home now, but seeing him swing through the sky and land on your building, a detour was added. it was the only way you could get him alone. “what do you mean you’ve known? since when?”
“christmas eve,” you answer sheepishly, “you uh, you saved me from that guy with the horn? when we were shopping?”
“rhino.”
“is that his name?”
he shrugs. “it’s what i call him.”
you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“alright then, sure, rhino. the guy damn near crushed us.”
satoru bumps your hip with his, a sly smile on his face. “i wouldn’t have let him. especially not if i knew you’d hug me so tightly after.” of course this is when he tries to flirt with you.
“we were flying through the air and i thought my friend,” you poke his chest and try your best to ignore the hard ridges, “was still under the rubble.”
“well, good thing i wasn’t!” he exclaims, “i was busy saving your life and being a hero.”
“a vigilante.”
“a hero. and a good one, too.” a pouty look passes over his eyes, his face resembling that of a kicked puppy. “i knew you’d react this way.”
in the years you’ve known him, satoru has always been a bit over dramatic, but you can tell that you may have actually hurt him a bit with your words. you quickly backtrack. “alright,” you sigh, “maybe you are a hero but… that also makes you a target, satoru. i’m more worried than i’m angry. what if something happens? fuck, like that week that you weren’t in class? you got hurt didn’t you—“
“come on, bee.” he interrupts, moving to stand in front of you. when did he get taller? “i need you to trust me. just this once.”
his hands drift to your shoulders, gripping your lab coat and pulling you close so that you’re forced to place your hands on his chest to create distance. he’s warm underneath your fingertips. you give in and loosely wrap your arms around his waist.
“okay,” you murmur, “but you have to come up with better excuses, satoru. shoko thinks you’re on drugs, suguru thinks you’re depressed, and nanami… well, actually he’s been fine.”
“ouch,” he whispers with a teasing lift in his voice, “that hurts.”
“your ass or what i said?”
“both. definitely both.”
the two of you giggle, your hands migrating to his hips as you pull away to look up at him. his arms are around you now and you can feel each muscle flex as he caresses your back. it feels intimate, familiar. it’s not the first time you’ve hugged but warmth rises up your neck. the night air nips at the skin beneath your glasses.
“you know, i missed this.” you sigh, “this is probably the longest conversation we’ve had in months since you’re always gone now.” the words are sitting in waiting on your tongue. “i really missed you, satoru.”
you like to think he knew this, even before you told him.
“shocker.” he says this teasingly, but quickly shifts back to being serious, a small smile on his face. “i missed you too, bee.”
you break eye contact so that your gaze is in line with his chest, puffing out a gust of air as your eyes zero in on the spider emblem. “i never got the chance to say thank you. for that day.”
“don’t,” he responds, “it’ll inflate my ego and then i’ll hold it over your head forever.”
“oh, yeah? well, at least you’re honest.”
“painfully so. that being said, i do still require a small payment for my services. it’s only fair.”
you raise an eyebrow, but nod, your left hand coming up to pull lint from the textured fabric of his spider suit. “uh oh, what?”
his gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth. “do you think,” the tip of his tongue glides across his lips, the pink muscle leaving as quickly as it came. “i could kiss you?”
for a moment, you simply stare him, drinking in the facial features that are situated directly in front of you. satoru has always been handsome, you knew that when you met him. only recently had your feelings developed into something… more and you both were seemingly content with letting things stay the same. 
as far as you could tell, gojo satoru wasn’t interested in romance. you’d never brought it up but there was only so many flirty jokes that you could take. it makes things worse that he’d been gone for so long. if you thought that you’d grown immune to the stupidly charming man, you were wrong. even though he’s a mess, freshly out of a fight according to the small cut on his eyebrow, he retains that alluring, almost unreal beauty that comes with someone like him.
warmth flushes your cheeks as you are suddenly more aware of your close proximity than ever. your eyes widen, a nervous giggle leaving your lips. “you’re not being fair.”
“i’m being serious.” he replies, though his tone tells you he is anything but. he lifts a hand to tuck a curl of your hair behind your ear. “i heard you talking to shoko. you said that spider-man had… what was it again? the tightest ass you’d ever seen— ouch!”
you punch his shoulder hard but he barely moves. your fingers throb and you ignore the pain as you quickly pull away. “that was a private conversation!”
“your voice carries and i just happened to be around! also, are you sure you aren’t secretly a superhero? i’m probably bruising as we speak.”
you roll your eyes. “alright, i’m leaving.”
you turn to make your way to the exit door, but you’re swiftly pulled back by your wrist. before you can even blink, the white-haired menace lifts you up bridal style in his arms. you immediately start pounding at his chest. “satoru put me down—!”
“come on, kiss me! you know you want to.” he smirks at you, cocky and knowing. he shifts you so that your legs wrap around his waist. not expecting the sudden movement, your arms automatically wrap around his neck to keep you grounded. when did he get so strong?
“you’re so fucking annoying.”
“oh, i get it now,” he teases as he leans in close, voice soft as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “you want me to put the mask back on?”
this stuns you, and by the way you tense up you’re sure he knows that you’ve probably fantasized about something similar in the past. “you’re insufferable.”
“keep going, this is doing it for me.”
“i’m actually going to kill you.”
“not before i get my kiss, bee! come on, it’ll be fun.”
you narrow your eyes at him. ‘fun’ for satoru could mean many things, typically on the more dangerous side. if the small scar on your thigh was anything to go by, you might need a helmet and shin guards. “be serious.”
“do you want to kiss me?” he asks suddenly, bending down to press his forehead to yours. you feel your gaze soften at the same time his does. fuck, he definitely wasn’t being fair now.
“what kind of question is that?” you breathe out.
“a serious one.” his eyebrows furrow slightly, eyes peering into yours. “answer it.”
“…of course i want to kiss you. you already know what this is.” you grumble, giving in.
“then come here. i only bite on the second date.”
“do not use tongue.”
“sure, pretty.” pretty.
you shift in his hold, staring into the familiar blue eyes in front of you. with a sigh, you cautiously begin to lean in. before your lips can touch, something occurs to you and you abruptly pull back. satoru does a terrible job of hiding his disappointment.
“wait, you can pick me up?”
at first he gives you a confused look. blinks once, then twice as his brain catches up to your statement. he looks down at your current position, him holding you as if you were a paper weight.
“of course i can pick you up. i can pick up a car.”
you distantly wonder whether he can hear the erratic pounding of your pulse at the information. his palms ever so lightly curve over your ass before settling on the undersides of your thighs, drawing you close enough that you feel the hard ridges of his muscles again. you want to touch him, drag your hands over the sharp divets in his body. maybe it’s the sleep deprivation or just your own desire shining through, but you decide that maybe just this once you’ll tease him back. "a car, huh? i knew i was crushing on spider-man for a reason."
despite your attempts to keep your voice steady, there’s still a slight nervousness to it, he smirks. "i am a superhero after all, i hear girls typically like that sort of thing.”
"that depends on if you’re done teasing me." you murmur. you are certain that the shiver beneath you isn’t from the chill night air.
“i can be,” he responds, hooking one arm under your ass and moving the other to hold your chin. his nose brushes against yours. “but you have to stop stalling.”
you’re not sure if he’s talking about just the kiss, or the obvious tension between the two of you. either way, you give him an imperceptible nod and the smallest ‘okay’. it is all the reassurance he needs to let the line that has buzzed between you for so long — snap.
you know you’ve reached the point of no return when his lips touch yours. a warmth spreads through your body, threatening to set you aflame if you didn’t hold satoru tighter against you. the hand that once held your chin presses against your back. you are impossibly close but it still doesn’t feel like enough.
the anticipation of finally kissing him has reached its boiling point, bubbling up inside of you and spilling over the edges of your heart. unable to contain it, you whine against him, feeling his thumb rub circles into your back.
satoru’s mouth is hot against yours as you tease the seam of his lips with your tongue. you can feel him smirk as he easily lets you in. the taste of a fruity energy drink is on the tip of his tongue as you intertwine, moving your fingers to trail up into his hair. 
it’s only when you feel a familiar ache between your thighs that you pull away, the two of you huffing against each other's mouths.
“what’s wrong?” he pants, “did i do something?”
you shake your head, mind hazy as you process your thoughts. “n-no you’re fine. very fine, actually, i just… i think i’m getting too lost in you. we should stop.”
he hums. “you wanna stop?” satoru is already leaning in to capture your lips again.
you voice is barely above a whisper. “uh huh,” as you eagerly close the distance.
this feeling is new, nothing you’ve ever experienced from anyone until now and especially not from satoru. his normally teasing mouth is anything but as he kisses you, explores you in the form of languid kisses. hands that you now know can bring someone to their knees, twitch as they caress your thigh and spine, grip the nape of your neck.
it is entirely meant to be innocent, you had no intentions of crossing that line. but then you shift slightly and feel the swell of his cock against you. a whimper stumbles from your lips.
now it is his turn to pull away, forehead resting against yours. “okay, fuck i see what you mean now,” he breathes out, “we should actually stop now.”
you nod your head ever so slightly, lips just barely an inch away from his. “y-yeah, we really should.”
when you say this, you swear that you mean it. of course with the way satoru is looking at you, eyes narrowed and lidded, it’s hard to be stern. his cheeks are rosy, lips bruised pink, hair a start contrast against the deep blue of the sky. you don’t want to stop, you know he doesn’t either.
“how long do we have until someone comes looking for you?”
you start pressing warm, opened mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of his jaw, his hand grips down tighter on your thigh. your words are slightly muffled against his skin. “now? like twenty minutes.”
you barely register it when you feel yourself being placed on one of the work tables, dress hurriedly pushed up around your waist. your heels clatter to the ground but you don’t have time to care when his fingers begin to tease and rub against your clothed slit. “s–satoru! wait–!”
“we’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” you lean into his shoulder and whimper as his long fingers rub at you through the soaked fabric of your panties. “just be good for me, yeah? let me make up for not being around like i should’ve been.”
there’s a brief pause where his glove is discarded to the ground. you feel a now bare hand pull your panties to the side, the cold night air making you shiver despite the warm body in front of you. there’s the distinct sound of your slick coating his fingers as they spread you open, a moan finding its way out as you grind against him.
his hand shifts so that his thumb teases your clit, fingers prodding at your entrance. “satoru,” you whimper, “please.”
you feel him smirk as he presses kisses against your flushed cheeks and forehead. “yeah, baby?” he murmurs, “you want me to fuck you with my fingers? get you nice and ready for me?”
you gasp as two of them enter you, dragging against your walls as you clench down. “fuck, you’re tight,” he comments, a flash of panic on his face that you don’t see with your face still in his shoulder. “this isn’t your first, is it?“
you shake your head, calming his trepid heart. “just been a while–!“ you choke out, his fingers grazing your g-spot. 
“then i better make it memorable, yeah?”
your equilibrium is thrown off balance and you can only gasp as you suddenly find yourself in the air. satoru’s fingers pound into your cunt as you drip down the grooves of his palm. while one hand is dragging your moans out of you, the other holds you as if you weigh nothing, strong and stable as it curves around your ass.
“oh, fuck!” you moan, gripping at his shoulders as tears pool in your eyes. his fingers are relentless and he shows no sign of tiring as he keeps you firmly in place. even if you wanted to get away you couldn’t, like a caged animal, or more fittingly an insect trapped in his web.
your glasses start to tilt off your face and instead of having to push them up again, you move to take them off. you yelp when a bite is placed on your neck, cunt clenching involuntarily as satoru pulls back with a lustful gaze. “keep them on,” he groans, “you look so sexy with them on, bee.”
you lean your forehead against his, your moans and whimpers becoming intertwined with his as you kiss him again. this kiss is different from the others you’ve shared, all tongue and lips as loud smacks are heard whenever you pull apart.
“need you so badly,” you admit, “wanna feel you inside me, filling me up.”
your friend (if you could even still call him that) is quick to grant your wish, easing his fingers out of your cunt and placing a quick kiss on your lips. “one sec, gotta get this off..”
he places you again on the table, quickly tugging down his suit so that his torso is exposed. you see the swell of his cock where the suit now hangs, dripping precum from the pink tip against the bottom of his stomach. fuck, was he not wearing underwear?
you reach out to tease the head, reveling in the way satoru bucks forward into your palm. “how do you want me?” he asks, his heavy breaths obvious against his sweat slicked chest.
you smirk, lifting your arms in his direction. “i want you to bounce me on you. you’re strong, right? you can do all the work?”
satoru chuckles but it’s not in his usual playful tone, a hand grips your throat but doesnt add pressure, holding you in place. “we don’t have a lot of time, i can’t promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
“i don’t want you to be,” you whisper, wetting your lips with your tongue.
he quickly pulls your panties off your legs, lifting you with one arm so that you’re positioned perfectly. with his free hand, satoru guides himself into your wet cunt, growling as you take him to the hilt. he hasn’t even moved you yet and your juices are already dripping down to coat his balls.
“hold on tight, pretty girl. you can even bite me if you like, I’ll barely feel it.”
you’re trembling, holding onto his shoulders as you adjust to his size. when you nod your head against his neck, satoru lifts you up before slamming you back down on his cock.
wet slaps of skin echo in the quiet night. you’re too high up for the bustling city to make much noise, your moans and whines lost as you dig your nails into his back.
satoru isn’t faring well either, his free hand groping your ass and copping a feel of your tits. “when we’re not on this fucking roof i’m gonna worship this pretty body, but you don’t want that right now do you? no, you like that i can fuck you with one arm; treat you like my own personal fuck doll.”
you moan at his words, impossibly wet as he tweaks your nipples and grinds the fat of your ass. you feel consumed by him, like there isn’t a part of your body that he hasn’t touched. 
“did you – ah.” satoru hisses, biting down on his own lip. “did you hope it was me?”
“w-what?” you whimper, trying your best to focus despite the hand that you feel now playing with your clit. “i-i didn’t know until after. heard your vo – shit – your voice!”
he moves your body quicker now, grunting each time he pistons his cock into your tight heat. “did it turn you on? knowing that i kept you safe, that i protected you?”
you feel a familiar pressure in your stomach. “s–stop talking,” you whimper, “or i’ll—“
“cum? i want you to, honey bee. want you to milk me for all i’m worth.” he kisses against your neck, up the skin to bite down and suck on your earlobe. “cum for your hero. show him how thankful you are.”
with eyes damp and foggy, you hold him tight. “s–satoru, c–cumming—!” and feel your pussy flood with his cum. tears track down your cheeks at your orgasm but satoru’s movements don’t stop, riding out his orgasm as you slump into his chest. “there you go, honey bee, ride it out. that’s it.”
you feel like you’re floating, weightless against him. satoru holds you in both of his arms now, fixing your glasses before gently petting your hair. “are you okay?” he asks, murmuring into the crown of your head.
you nod, sighing against his chest. “more than okay.”
he’s about to respond when the loud echo of police sirens go off in the distance. you perk up, looking at him in alarm. you know from the look in his eyes that he—
“i have to go.” he says, placing you down on the table and hurriedly handing you your panties. he’s tugging his suit back on, glove and mask following soon after.
“seriously, satoru?” you ask, squirming at the feeling of his cum inside you. he gently puts your heels back on your feet.
“i know, i know, i’m sorry. but i’ll see you later, okay? we can… talk. leave your window open.” he’s about to leave, shoot off into the night, but you grab his arm and stop him in his tracks.
“satoru, be safe.”
he tugs his mask up to reveal a small smirk, leaning to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “of course, always.”
with those parting words, he swings off into the night. you can only hope that he’s able to keep his promise.
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on the nights when you dream of him, you wake up in fear.
sweats drips from the hot, temperamental skin of your forehead, tiny baby hairs curl at the moisture against your nape. you are falling, gasping as you sit up abruptly from your chilled bedsheets. shadows seemingly shift in all corners of your bedroom and the edges of your mind. you know now that the heavy pounding you hear is not the rush of thick blood pouring from a gushing wound, but instead a hand against the wooden frame of your bedroom door.
“bee!” your grandfather yells from behind your door, “you gotta see what’s on the tv, darlin’!” his accent is heavy, years of living in the city warping his speech.
you clear your throat and reach for the plush cover on your bed. when you find only a thin sheet, you realize that you must have kicked it off in the night. you hear the pounding again and imagine a weathered, sun spotted fist against strong pine.
“c–coming,” you stutter out, “just give me a sec!”
from behind the door comes your grandfather’s signature grunt of acceptance. you notice the way his knees click as he makes his way back to the front room, showing his old age.
you stumble out of bed, legs loose as you tug your pajama shorts lower on your thighs. you didn’t want to have to hear a mouthful from your grandmother tonight about showing too much skin.
when you lift your head again, you realize that the fear that manifested before still lingers, your vision is blurry as you try to make sense of your room that’s only illuminated by pale moonlight and a flickering neon sign. 
your science fair trophies are where they have always been, your poloroids are still attached to the wall with the same tacky blue paste. your basket of unfolded laundry is still there and your high school diploma sits mounted right above it. nothing is out of the ordinary, but in its own way, normalcy is nothing short of terrifying.
you quickly snatch your glasses from the bedside table and put them on, thankfully realizing that the outline of a jacket was not the sleep paralysis demon you originally assumed it was.
the apartment you live in has always been small, so it doesn’t take you much effort to make it to the front room. hurried footsteps follow the sound of crashing and gunshots from your grandparents old box set tv. as you round the corner you see your grandpa leaning back in his favorite chair and your grandma holding what seems to be an abandoned crotchet project.
your blood runs cold as you watch the scene unfolding before you. it’s the channel five news, live and showing a high speed chase down a busy new york street. a masked set of criminals are shooting from the back of an unmarked van, lifting their heavy weapons up high in hopes of hitting what appears to be a moving object (with the way they whip their guns around in the air).
the figure is distinctly male, webs shooting from his wrist as he easily flies through the cityscape. the helicopter footage only shows so much, but it’s enough for you to see as the bullets narrowly miss his head and shoulders, red and blue blurs past your screen just slow enough to catch the spider emblem on his chest. whoever these criminals were, they had alarmingly good aim.
“see that, bee,” your grandpa mutters, “this damn spider-guy has been wreaking havoc all over the city! i mean look at the state of that street!”
“he’s lucky he hasn’t lost a limb with the way he’s throwing himself around,” your grandma adds, “do you see the way they’re shooting at him? he could be killed!”
you walk closer to the screen, kneeling down on your knees as your gaze follows your boyfriend. it had been six months since satoru confessed to you on the rooftop of your shared internship building. it was… nice, knowing that he trusted you enough to share his secret (even if you had to weasel it out of him). and since then, things have been a lot smoother between you two.
he was still busy, but you knew why now, making swift excuses for him on your nights out with friends. suguru teased you to no end, shoko finally let up on the drug addict allegations, and nanami was glad that he didn’t have to deal with the obvious tension between you two anymore. things were looking up, genuinely improving.
when he had the time, satoru would take you to his favorite parts of the city. the first time he actually had you in the air, you refused to even look at him until you landed on solid ground. he’d kiss your forehead and yell out stupid quips to you as you glided through the night, the familiar new york sounds making it hard to hear. “you aren’t scared, are you?” he’d tease. “those wings not working, honey bee?”
despite his incessant teasing, you trusted him to never let you fall. but recently your safety wasn’t what was on your mind. seeing him now, just barely avoiding death, it unnerves you.
the nightmares were gradual, kept at bay when satoru sneakily ended up in your bed at night. but when he wasn’t there (which was more often these days) you struggled to have a peaceful night's rest. 
it was always the same visceral scene that your mind would conjure up:
you would be at home, like you are now, watching as spider-man battled the latest villain of the week. your body would go numb and your mouth would be dry as sandpaper. there would always be a buzzing in your ears, gentle when paired with the shrill sound of satoru’s screams; of him begging for help that would never come.
the air would smell of congealed blood and bile, you’d suddenly be out of your living room and crouched right next to him in crumbled concrete. he’d cry for you, plead for you to save him, but you could never stop the bleeding.
you’d wake and think you could still feel his nails digging into your forearms; the urge to scrub your hands raw is all consuming as they pulse with unseen blood.
you never wanted to talk to him about it, hovering over your cellphone with each strangled breath. fear was a powerful thing and you were afraid that if you spoke about what you saw, it would turn out to be true.
“satoru,” you breathe, watching as he stops the van with the force of his body and webs, holding the vehicle in place before it can ram into a sea of people in times square.
“your white-haired friend? don’t tell me he went out tonight,” your grandpa asks with worry, eyebrows furrowing as he goes to sit next to you on the ground.
your grandma follows suit, placing a gentle hand on your head and a kiss to your temple. they smell of home, comfort that you often seeked out since the night your parents died.
“i’m sure he’s fine, sweetie. he’s a smart boy, sharp as a tack! he can handle himself.”
she had no idea how right she was.
you imagine a powerful, strong body tangled in limited edition spider-man bedsheets. (satoru bought you a set despite them being too small for your bed.) you imagine soft breaths in your ear and the tickle of long pale fingers against your chest. you think of early mornings with blurry blue eyes and hurriedly grabbed coffee as you enter the internship building. they entangle you, situate themselves firmly in your chest so that even when he’s gone you will always have him near.
when you think of him this way, your fear suffocates you. you have to force your tears to stay put as you lean into the comforting shoulders of your grandparents, lean into the security they provide. “yeah,” you whisper, “i know he can.”
your grandmother was right, satoru could indeed handle himself. the chase ended at around two am and your grandparents retreated to their bedroom as things settled down in the city. the criminals were apprehended and spider-man was gone as quickly as he came.
you stare at the news reporter as they interview civilians on the scene. the general consensus this time was that he was a hero. he saved their lives and for that they were grateful. grateful enough to stand out in the rain just to sing his praises. you wonder if they would feel the same loss as you, if the mere thought of his death kept them up at night.
it’s a split second decision when you text him, when you realize that the only way to ease the ache in your chest was to feel him. see him. alive and breathing.
you: come over.
satoru: oh? right now? you miss me that much? ;)
you: satoru, please.
satoru: that bad? alright. no need to beg, beautiful. i’m on my way.
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there’s a gentle knock on your bedroom window. it’s three am according to your digital pochacco alarm clock, but your body is as awake as it’s ever been.
you quickly shift off your bed to flip the latch, yanking the window up to reveal a familiar smirk patiently waiting for you on your fire escape. air fills your lungs as if you’d been drowning for weeks.
“hey there, pretty,” satoru murmurs, eagerly pressing a tender kiss to your lips. his mouth is cold and raindrops drip onto your windowsill, but you feel warm in this space.
you move back to make room for him to hop inside, noticing that there is no hint of red or blue under the collar of his black sweatshirt and sweatpants.
“hey there, handsome. was starting to think you weren’t gonna make it.”
satoru arrived later than expected. his hair is slightly damp from the rainwater which tells you that it was uncovered on his journey here. he must have changed clothes and opted to take the subway, laying low so that no one could find their way here by following him.
“and miss you in these extremely cute pjs?” his hands curve around your waist, travel down to the slope of your ass with a gentle squeeze. “i couldn’t possibly miss out on that…”
his voice trails off as you lock eyes, a curious look appearing on his face. at first, you think he’s confused but the look leaves as soon as it came. he pulls you in close and your hands press into his chest.
“does it matter? you’ll tear them off of me anyway.” you trail your hands downwards to grip his hips, slowly easing down to the ground on your knees. you feel the way your boyfriend tenses up from the attention.
“right, but typically that happens a little later, yeah? someone’s eager tonight.” he comments. you can hear the slight nervousness in his voice, but you don’t comment on it as you palm the slowly growing erection between his thighs.
“can a girl not miss her boyfriend?” you ask, freeing his impressive length as you situate his sweatpants and underwear under his balls. satoru hisses at the contact, a hand gently caressing your head.
“no, baby that’s not it i just— oh fuck!” you take him deep in your mouth without warning, your hand moving to grip the rest of his cock that you can’t fit. “i’m just w-worried about you. not that i don’t want this but y-you’re not usually this riled up— holy shit.”
your tongue drags against the underside of him, eyes glancing up to watch the way satoru tilts his head back in ecstasy. his hand grips your hair as you see a flash of light from the neon sign outside. it swallows him in a sea of red, and you swear that the gasp he lets out is suspiciously close to a final breath. blood. bright and thick blood floods your vision. it’s on his clothes, his skin, a gaping wound in his torso that just barely holds him together—
you jolt back, your head knocking against your bed as you try to create distance, eyes wide and blinking. satoru is startled for a moment before he sees the panic on your face. he quickly ducks down, hands hovering over your now shaking form. one glance down at his state of undress and he’s tucking himself away with a slight blush on his cheeks.
“hey, hey,” he coos, “what’s wrong? did i hurt you? how do i make it better? do you want to stop? we can stop–”
you can’t help the sob that leaves your throat, despite your best efforts. you cover your mouth with both hands as to not alert your grandparents. the last thing you needed was for them to barge in here and see your best friend sketchily hovering over you.
although he seems alarmed, satoru doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms. he easily pulls you into his lap as you bury your face into his shoulder. weeks of anxiety and fear spill out of you at once, harsh and ugly cries leaving your lips. god, you felt ridiculous.
“you aren’t ridiculous,” he chastises. you realize you must have said that out loud. “we’ve known each other for years and the closest i’ve seen you get to crying is when you ate that ghost pepper with shoko.” you giggle at the memory, burying even further into his warm embrace.
satoru smells like the city, respectively; of rainwater and smog… but there’s a hint of familiarity there. underneath the haze is his soft laundry detergent and cologne. he is the pillar that grounds you and you cling to him like a child. “i’m sorry,” you whimper, feeling his palm caress your clothed back.
“don’t be. i don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do anything you don’t want–“
“that’s not why i’m upset.” you interject, not enjoying the shift in the conversation. the last thing you wanted to do was make him believe sex was the problem. satoru pulls you in closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head. “i’ve been… having nightmares, recently. vivid as hell and i haven’t been sleeping well.”
he doesn’t speak at first, hand still rubbing your back to soothe you. your tears fall silently now, your throat heavy with the weight of your admission.
after a while, he sighs. “you always do this.”
you clear your throat and the weight lifts. “do what, exactly?”
“not tell me how you’re feeling! you’ve been this way for years, sure, but you’re my girlfriend now. the apple to my pie, the straw to my berry–!”
“gojo satoru.”
“i’m being serious. whatever scary thoughts you have, you can keep them from everyone else… but not from me. never from me.”
he pulls away so that your words are clearer; not muffled by the fabric of his clothes. “what’s been going on in the busy little head of yours, bee?”
now it’s your turn to sigh, fist clenching and then unclenching around his sweatshirt. you’re most comfortable in what you know, so you start there. “like i said, i’ve been having nightmares... about you. specifically, you dying in various horrific ways while i watch… unable to do anything.”
you feel satoru stiffen, but he recovers quickly. you decide to continue.
“it’s all science, really. conditioning! you being around relaxes me, but when you aren’t i can’t sleep. i just sit up all night wondering where you are and–“
“and if i’m dead.” his voice is plain when he speaks, but the gravity of the words are even harder to swallow when he says them; his own mortality held in the palm of his hands.
you inhale sharply through your nose, hold it in until your lungs burn, then release it. “yes,” you whisper, “if you’re dead.”
satoru is shockingly quiet, but you know he’s simply thinking. he breathes steadily, as if you had simply told him how your day was. you know your breaths are more erratic, that he is feeling for your heartbeat with every touch against your back.
“damn. i guess it’s a good thing i’m a superhero, then. some random bank robbers aren’t going to kill me.”
you scoff. “but the guns they have might.”
“i told you how my powers work, didn’t i? i can sense them before they can even think to hit me. i can feel everything around me all at once if i concentrate hard enough.“
“but what if they catch you off guard?”
satoru pulls away from you so that your eyes meet, his hand cups your cheek. “they won’t. they can’t.”
“baby—“
“listen to me, bee. i told you on that roof that i’d be safe. yeah, i take a few risks here and there but i’m always… mostly careful.”
you raise a brow.
“look, what i’m trying to say is that you don’t need to stress yourself out worrying about me. i don’t plan on leaving you behind anytime soon. plus, i think we still have a few movie marathons left in us.”
his thumb caresses the skin under your eye, tinted slightly darker from your lack of sleep. “well, maybe one more.”
you giggle, poking a finger into his side. “you’re such a pain in my ass.”
“but i’m yours, yeah?” he presses a kiss to your cheek, nose drifting across your skin. “you’re stuck with me.”
you smile, leaning into him again as his kisses trail even further up your face. your heart pounds in your chest as you hold him close. “yeah, and you’re stuck with me,” you reply, voice low and steady. “which means i can’t watch you die.”
“you won’t have to.” he murmurs against your hairline, his lips gentle against your skin. “i’m the strongest, remember?”
and you do remember, it would be hard not to. satoru has always been strong mentally, but the physical is all you can focus on now. even through the thick material of his sweatshirt, you can tell that he is anything but weak. you miss feeling powerless under him. you enjoy letting everything go when it’s him that makes your mind go blank.
“how could i not?” you respond, pulling away so that your palms travel down the front of his sweatshirt. “…unless, you want me to forget? focus on something else?”
he grins at your obvious teasing but a hand grips your wrist. “are you sure? i wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed again. i tend to have that effect on pretty girls.”
the way your other hand finds its way to his bare stomach is answer enough, but you still respond. “i’m sure you do, spider-boy… but if you can’t get it up again, i understa–”
you are pinned to your bed before you can fully blink, practically having flown in the air with the speed he’d moved you with. you can’t move, arms firmly pinned to your sides. satoru is looking down at you with an expression you recognize and you feel a throbbing between your legs.
“tell me if you want to stop, but let me just…” he reaches down to dip two fingers into your pajama shorts, letting out a stuttered breath at the wetness that begins to pool between your puffy slit. “there you are, beautiful. gettin’ nice and wet for me already. such a good girl.”
his fingers tease and rub against you, gathering your wetness and dragging it up to your swollen bud, rubbing it back and forth as you whimper and writhe against his strong hold. you can’t help the way you gasp, covering your mouth with your palms to muffle your scandalous sounds.
satoru is quick to take advantage of the way your hands are now preoccupied, using his own free hand to tug your breasts out of your flimsy tank top.
“fuck,” he growls, groping you brazenly and playing with the peaked nipples on your chest. his tongue is hot as he takes one in his mouth, his fingers now fucking into you with each suck of his long tongue.
your legs twitch as he starts to kiss downward, leaving your nipples slick and chilled from the night air. satoru is slow in the way he kisses every expanse of your skin, your pretty stomach and supple thighs, your soft feet and the backs of your knees. he travels down to your pelvis to watch as he thrusts inside your wet heat, slick against his hand and coating his fingers.
“so pretty,” he groans, “how could i ever leave you behind, huh?”
“satoru,” you moan, “please. i need you inside.”
he presses a kiss to your mound. “patience, beautiful. i promise i’ll give it all to you in time… just let me taste this perfect pussy first.”
the movement that follows is a quick whirlwind of fingers tugging off clothing, a determined look in satoru’s eyes as he folds you practically in half on the bed, forcing you into the position as if you were a mere toy, weighing nothing to him.
you nearly choke on the gasp that leaves your mouth as he latches onto your clit, hands firmly on the back of your thighs as he shoves his tongue deep inside your tight hole, drowning his moans in your cunt and lapping up your essence.
“oh my god,” you moan beneath your hand, the other moving to gain purchase on the bedsheets as he practically devours you. satoru is a man on a mission, his fingertips digging into your skin as his tongue penetrates deeper inside you until you’re shaking and writhing in the bed, begging to cum.
“yeah, pretty girl? you want me to make you cum on my tongue? want me to hold you in place so you can’t run away from me?”
you nod frantically, biting down on your lip so that your hand can bury in his hair. when you tug on it, you feel his hands grip even tighter, your voice sharp as you feel the sting of nails in your skin. the pain is welcomed as you cum in a sudden shuddered moan, feeling the coil in your stomach fully unravel as satoru reluctantly pulls away from your pussy.
his mouth is messy, his breathing ragged. you know from the look in his eyes that he is fraying at the seams, trying his best to not lose control.
“come–“ you pause and clear your throat ever so slightly, voice slightly scratchy. “come here.”
it is, once again, alarmingly quick how he slots his throbbing length between your thighs, spreading your ass cheeks so that he can see all of you as he sinks inside with a slow, desperate stroke.
every inch of him feels like relief, your moans tangling into one another’s as he leans down to capture your lips in his. your cunt flexes hard around him, practically begging to be filled.
satoru is quick to grip your headboard, the other arm wrapped your waist to keep you close. he shuts his eyes in hopes to calm himself but you would be an idiot to ignore the sharp crunch of splitting wood above your head and the small bit of dust that floats in the air. there is now a large crack in your old headboard, traveling down the side and disappearing underneath your pillows.
satoru lets out what is a mixture of a groan and laugh. “oh, shit. sorry. guess i still have to get used to the whole super strength thing.”
“we can accept a casualty or two.”
you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back to you. satoru is unrelenting as he moves in a blur of slamming hips and sweaty chests. you find yourself wanting to feel him closer. your fear that he could simply disappear has been eased but you need more.
you hook your legs around his ass to pull him in deeper, the sudden angle shift causing a choked cry to fall from his mouth. “what are you doing?” he hurries out.
“need to feel you, toru, make me forget. please.”
your pleas egg him on as satoru grits his teeth and meets your hungry gaze, lifting to pin you further into the bed as he thrusts harder and faster. the bed creaks underneath you but you find yourself uncaring, hoping the still turned on tv would drown out the noise. satoru desperately wants to make it better, wants you to feel safe and secure because you’re his. he had to protect himself so that he could protect you.
a shift in the air happens when tears start to trickle down your cheeks. at first, satoru is shocked as he watches the water drip and cover your pretty skin, but he soon realizes that the tears are not your own. his vision blurs as you lift a hand to cup his face. “i love you,” you whisper though your speak is warbled, “stay with me.”
“fuck, bee,” satoru scrambles to find purchase on his emotions but everything comes to the surface. he can’t help the way he blurts out—
“i love you, too. so much. i’m not going anywhere, baby. i promise.”
he leans his forehead against yours as you connect in a sea of ragged, damp moans and whimpers. the soft pattering of rain on your window is gentle when paired with the sharp sounds of you reaching your peak, hands holding on to satoru as if he’d disappear.
your orgasm is harsh and sudden, your limbs clenching as you bury your face into satoru’s strong shoulder. you try your best not to be loud, muffling your sounds as best as you can as your boyfriend’s name bubbles up in your throat. satoru, you whimper, satoru.
“so close,” he grunts, “bee i–i’m fuck—!”
satoru’s babbling is cut short as his own orgasm rips through him like a surge of energy, intense and all consuming as hot streaks of his cum flood your insides in white.
your boyfriend lets out two heavy breaths before he’s rolling you both in the bed, back against the sheets as you rest against his chest.
the movement cause his softening cock to slip out of you, and you whine at the sudden empty feeling.
“holy shit,” you both say in unison, giggles erupting from both of your throats.
“that was… a lot,” you murmur, nuzzling into his chest. “but it was good. really good.”
“of course it was,” he says with a smirk, “you don’t keep me around for just my pretty face.”
you press a kiss to his chest. “no, i guess i don’t.”
satoru briefly wonders how much motivation he has to get up and head back to his place, knowing that in the morning your grandmother would come knocking with an offer of pancakes. still, he wants badly to—
“‘toru.” you murmur sleepily, fatigue finally catching up to you.
you feel a forehead press against yours as satoru responds with your name, your actual name. “it’s me.” he whispers. “i’m here.”
you hope he always will be.
“my grandparents don’t like spider-man all that much.”
he chuckles and twirls some of your hair around his finger. "they still like me though, right?"
a few seconds too long pass and satoru stops his toying with your hair. "…right?"
your snoring is the only reply he gets.
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not going to explain anything important in this a/n bc yall never read them anyway, lmao. hope you enjoyed reading! thanks for the support on my new account since my last one got flagged.
MISSROKI. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.
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yanderenightmare · 2 months
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TW: some nsfw
fem reader
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Thinking about what a dumb party girl you are and the poor loser who's stuck tutoring you in all the classes you skip.
You were one of those people who believed everyone to be her friend. The type that went shopping a lot and hung at the mall more days than you bothered showing up to class – a bit of an airhead.
He’d call you a bimbo, but you’re not really known to sleep around – something about finding the right guy.
You opened the door with a smile, “Hi, welcome! Come in~” and pulled him inside by his arm. “I just got out of the shower, so I haven't really gotten dressed – hope you don’t mind!”
You’re in pink from head to toe – a bit excessively, like you’d gone shopping in the little girl’s section, only… you don’t have a little girl’s body… and that top and those shorts are a little too tight on your curves.
“Doesn’t really matter what you wear as long as you got your books.” He answers nonchalantly – as though he isn’t trying hard not to make out the outline of your cunt where it’s cupped so tight in unfairly thin cotton.
“Okay then~” You giggle, interlocking your fingers with his before turning around and leading him in.
His eyes go to the crease of your asscheeks as soon as you turn around, looking at where they peek out from under your bootie shorts – plump squeezable fat jiggling on every peppy step you took in your fluffy bunny slippers as you pull him into the private comfort of your room.
“My parents are out of town, but they left money for pizza – or whatever else you might want~”
You were all alone?
He doesn't know if he likes that or not. Blind trust. Don’t you realize how much bigger he is than you? Doesn’t it cross your mind at all how you’d have to call the police if he decided he didn’t want to leave at the end of the night?
“Pizza’s good.”
You smile, plopping down on your bed. “Okay then, mister Tutor~” Everything in your room is pink as well. “What do you have in store for me?”
You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Gives the wrong impression. You’re lucky he isn’t a bad guy.
“Where’s your books?”
You look a little puzzled for a moment – as though it was an unprompted question. “Right! Uhm…”
You kneel down in front of your bed and drag a dusty stack of textbooks from underneath.
“Here.”
He raises a brow at you.
“Have you ever even opened them?”
You giggle again. “I’ve written my name on the inside like a good girl~”
He struggles hard not to swallow the tightness in his throat – feeling a twitch in his pants at the sight of you sitting on the floor like that.
“Well, it’s a pretty name.”
You look a little disappointed – or maybe it’s just in his head.
In any case, you rise from the floor and sit down in one of the chairs by the desk, which he’d guess had never held any book other than a magazine.
He picks up the textbooks and sits down in the other chair. And it’s odd, staring at himself in the mirror in front of you – but he has to, to see if he looks suspicious – if he’s showing any tells of how badly he wants to touch you.
He opens up the book on the top of the stack, hopes he doesn’t smell like sweat – and you put your hand on the tent in his pants.
The book flaps close, and he jumps out of his chair – and you innocently peer up at him with your long lashes.
Then you say, “What?” as though his reaction surprised you. 
He stays silent – blinking once, then twice – mouth dry and out of words.
You slant your head to the side. “Don’t tell me you had your heart set on teaching me math.”
You have a look on your face that makes him feel like begging.
Standing up, you stalk him until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he falls down on it with a heavy thud – still stunned and stupid, looking at you with wide eyes as you mount him – rubbing that cute tightly-hugged mound upon his bulging crotch – making him groan with cinched brows, watching your pretty manicured fingers as they fiddle with his belt buckle.
“You really want this?” He asks breathlessly, and you stop to eye him – eyes wondering over that cute look of shock riddled all over his face.
You gave him a small catlike smile, bit your lip, and batted your coy doe-eyes down at him – running your hands up his chest until you reached his throat. “I wouldn’t exactly invite a big boy like you over, much less into my bedroom, if I didn’t want it.”
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luverboychris · 2 months
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SECRETS | MATT STURNIOLO
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“CAN I TELL YOU A SECRET?”
“OH, SO ARE WE JUST SPILLING SECRETS NOW?”
soft dom!matt x fem reader, best friends, jealousy, daddy kink
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“yea.. i’m not fucking going.” matt huffs, his legs man spread on the fluffed up couch. chris mentally pulls his hair out at how annoying his stubborn brother was being right in front of him. he hated how much matt never would go out, and just be a hermit crab at home.
“bro, fuck you.” chris whines, “you ain’t fun.”
matt doesn’t even budge— he wasn’t going to give in on chris’ tricks. he always does this to him, trying to shit on matt and say things that think that would hurt him. yet, matt couldn’t care less at anything his brother threw at him.
“fine, i honestly don’t really care anymore. nick, y/n, and i are going to be just fine without you.”
that’s when matt’s gaze broke off from his phone and straight up to chris. his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly turns his phone off, pressing it down on his lap.
“y/n is going with you and nick?” matt asks.
the thing was, chris didn’t even say that to try to make matt come. he was just blabbering and.. it was true, you were coming with them. “ya?” chris replies.
matt brushes his hands through his brown curly locks as he tries to fight the urge to not go to the party with them all of sudden. he so badly wanted to just stay home, order in food, and play video games alone all night. but how could he do that when you would be out at the party?
unsupervised. anyone could be watching you talking with you, flirting with you, dancing up on you, he clenches his fist into the blanket, his knuckles going white. he was getting angry just fucking thinking about that.
“you know, i think imma come.” matt blurted, “it’s time i come to a party. don’t know the last time i been to one.” that’s when chris yelps out and jumps up like a child. matt begins to get second embarrassment from his brother and rolls his eyes at his immaturity.
“shut the fuck up before i change my mind.” matt says, chris stops jumping and gives him a pouty face.
—that night, at the party
chris, nick, and matt all wait for your uber to get to the party. all of them patiently waiting on their phones, except for matt. he has his hands in his jean pockets and his car keys dangling attached to the right side of them. his eyes looking out for a sign of an uber.
your uber finally drops you off by the sidewalk, you thank the driver before walking out. matt gulps as he catches you see them at the front of the crib. you wave to them and chris and nick wave back, matt being incredibly late to join with them.
he tried. he tried so fucking hard to block out the thoughts he was having of you. but, he just couldn’t. especially when you were looking like that.
you were wearing a short skirt, your thighs showing the perfect amount for him to wonder what color thong you were wearing right above them. your tight tanktop, with the words slut for coffee printed across your chest.
he couldn’t help but look up your thighs, making his way to read the words on your shirt. you catch him staring but you assume he is just trying to read what type of graphic shirt you decided to wear that day.
you make your way towards the triplets, pulling them all in a singular hug. “thank you guys for getting me an uber.” you exclaim. they all pull back, “uh we can’t take the credit, it was matt who paid for it.” nick says.
you snap your head away from nick, to matt. you look up at him with eyes filled with gratitude and flash him a smile. “aw, matty? you bought it for me?” you say. matt closes his eyes, his little eye wrinkles showing. he shrugs his shoulders at you.
“mhm.” he says to you. you give him a personal hug, pulling him into your embrace. he chokes up, a delayed reaction to wrap his hands around you like you were freely doing to him.
he felt your boobs press against his middle half, as he coughed a little from not suspecting it at all. his face starting to feel hot and red as you pressed him harder against you, innocently smiling into his cologne infused black shirt.
“a-alright, alright— let’s go in already.” matt says as he pats your back awkwardly. that made you push yourself off him and end the hug. you all walk in together just catching up and then finally opening the door. music vibrating throughout the whole house, at least it was good music though. whoever was on aux, needed head you thought to yourself.
chris’ friends didn’t even hesitate to try and shove cups of who knows what in your faces. of course, chris took it and gulped it in one go. nick stook his hand out, shaking his head signaling he wasn’t really in the mood to drink.
matt did nothing but look to the side of you, waiting to see what you would do. you shrug your shoulders at him when you catch him staring down at you. you smile as you make eye contact and reach for the cup.
that’s when matt tells them ‘no thanks’ for him and chris’ friends walk away, nick and chris trailing right behind them making their way to the kitchen.
you are about to put the cup to your lips, when matt pulls the cup out of your grip. you open your mouth, giving him a rude stare. “what the fuck?”
matt now has the solo cup behind his back, not letting you even think to snatch it back from him. “you’re not drinking this, y/n.” he snaps, “who knows what they put in it. what if they drugged it, hmm?” that’s when you roll your eyes at him, trying to reach from behind his back.
he smirks at you, finding amusement in taunting you with this drink. he knows he wouldn’t let you have in, but you set your damn mind on getting that cup of alcohol and mixed juice back. “give it back!” you say, he keeps slowly bringing it towards you as if you were a dog trying to get a chew toy.
“huh, you want it?” he teases. you stop trying to steal it back, growing genuinely annoyed with him.
he quickly notices, and his smirk erases from his face and it goes to a softer expression.
“hey, i’m sorry. here.” he grabs the cup from behind his back and brings it to his lips, taking a sip as if he was sacrificing himself for you. he gulps, his eyes shutting as he feels the burning sensation run down his throat. he only took a small sip, before handing it back to you. “needed to make sure it was okay.”
you take the cup from him, taking a sip. you almost gag at how bad this random concoction was. “this tastes horrible.” you spat, he giggles at your gross expressions.
matt was honestly glad you didn’t like it. he didn’t want you to down the drink, because he knew that lights a fire in you to go for another drink, which leads to another and another.
“you want to try this one? swear it tastes good. vodka cranberry.” a mans voice spoke from behind, causing matt to snap his body towards him. he was clearly watching the whole thing go down between you and matt and that was his queue to make a move on you. his cup was glass, the visible bubbly red drink out in front of you.
he was attractive.. tall, brown hair, brown eyes. no tattoos though, which you wish he did because man, did you adore tattoos. your eyes scan the random boy, then straight to matt. your eyes going straight to look at his left arm, filled with all sorts of tattoos. even though matt was your friend, you knew he was attractive as fuck. he was just your type honestly. but, you always kept that to yourself.
before you even had the chance to reply back, matt steps in front of you hiding you from the him. he pushes the drink back towards his chest, “ya, she’s not taking that.” matt huffs.
the boy puts his hands up signaling he causes no harm or trouble. “hey that’s fine. i get it.” he says, “dance with me though?” he moves himself so he can see you again and ruin matt’s plan of hiding you behind him.
you couldn’t help but nod your head and giggle at the boy. he brings his hand out to you, and you put your hand on top of his. you both walk away into the living room while one of your favorite songs start to play.
matt has his hands to his side, just watching you guys walk away from him. why did he feel hurt? well, he knew why but he hated how you didn’t care to stay back with him. if only you knew he went to this stupid ass party just because he heard your name fall out of chris’ lips. if only you knew how much effect you had over him.
matt stops the drowning of thoughts in his head, following you and the boy to the living room. you don’t notice because you’re so into what the boy was doing— swaying your hips side to side as you both smile at each other.
matt just sits on the couch in the corner, his arms crossed with a straight face. he bites his lip as he catches the boy’s hand snake down your waist. he constantly keeps readjusting himself on the couch, trying to get comfortable but it was impossible.
he was raging with jealousy. all he wanted to do was get up from this couch, push the shit out of this loser and make you dance with him instead.
he wanted his hands rubbing on your hips, your arms wrapped around his neck. he wanted to pull you in slowly as you make eye contact. before you both close them gently as he kisses you. how badly he wanted to slip his tongue in your mouth and hearing you moan as he does it.
he couldn’t handle watching this anymore, seeing both of your lips move talking to each other. what the fuck were you guys even talking about? —he thought to himself.
he rolls his eyes, getting up from the couch and going outside. he was happy he brought a joint with him. he takes it out of his pocket, putting it in between his fingers and lighting it up. he was grateful that no one was outside, and if they were— they were all the way far out passed out already.
matt was out there for quite awhile, trying to enjoy every bit of this joint and inhaling it like it was the only way to stay alive. he got half way through his joint, when you suddenly were looking around wondering where he went. the random boys hands still rubbing all over your waist. you pull back, telling him you had to go to the bathroom— the most classic runaway excuse.
you walk around the house, constantly pushing into sweaty bodies. that’s when you see through the kitchen window matt sitting on the outside couch with smoke coming out of his mouth. you walk outside, sober because all you had was one fucking sip of that horrid drink.
“matty?” you say. he snaps his head to turn around, shifting his gaze off the full moon and towards your face. he noticed how the brightness from the moon lit up your face so perfectly, almost sparkling every move you made coming closer to him.
he didn’t respond though, pulling his head back to stare at the sky as he took another hit of the joint. “matthew.” you repeat yourself, now stopping with the nicknames.
“now you want to pay attention to me.” he says, laced with attitude. you sit down next to him, your guy’s legs both spread out on the couch as he moves down just a tad so you have more room next to him.
“nuh uh. stop it matt” you reply, taking your hands out towards him so you can take the joint from him. he doesn’t give it to you, instead he keeps it between his two fingers and brings it up against your lips instead. you lift your head up a little to get better access and you suck in taking a big puff. “fuck i needed this. alcohol is overrated honestly.”
the thing with you is, you got high pretty quick. same with matt, but he didn’t care. he loved the feeling so he always kept going.
the joint now barely there as you guys both take your last hits. “want the roach?” he asks, turning his face to look at you. thats when you notice how fucking red his eyes are. and you assume your eyes are just as bloodshot.
you only have smoked with matt a couple of times, but it was in groups with other people. it was different when smoking with someone one on one. the conversations were more meaningful, more intimate. everything was more intimate when you came to think of it.
“no, you can have it.” you reply, “im too high right now my god.” you guys both laugh at how baked you got, but you both enjoyed it.
while everyone was getting shit faced with alcohol, you guys were chilling in the backyard with just the faint music from inside and the pool fountain running as white noise.
he finishes it, throwing it on the grass before he puts his hands behind his head laying down on the couch next to you. your legs were lightly brushing on one another due to the couch not being the biggest. but, matt absolutely loved the physical touch. even if it was just a smidge of it. he craved it so badly.
however the one reason why you never liked smoking with the opposite sex alone started to come up for air and you realized again.. it made you insanely horny. always.
because the way matts arms with his veins popping out throughout started to kill you and it made you bite your lip without you even realizing. “so why’d you leave that guy alone?” his voice was low and raspy, and you swallowed trying to contain yourself.
you squeezed your legs together. matt instantly realized but he thought you were just chilly from the constant breeze of wind ever so often.
“well i started thinking about where you went off to.” you reply. matt’s heart started to beat rapidly. was it hot outside? no. he was just getting too warm for his liking now knowing you were thinking about him. that he was the reason why you left that fucking dude behind.
“thinking about me?” he mumbles.
god, you couldn’t handle this. his voice was so raspy and husk. what was going on with you? you started to slowly realize that you shouldn’t have smoked with your best friend alone. “mhm” was all you were able to say.
his eyebrows knit together, as he turns his head to look at you. he brings his hand up and hold your face from under your jaw so you’re looking at him. “what..?” you ask.
“no nothing. was seeing if you’re acting sus because you’re high as fuck or something else is bothering you.” that caused your face to blush up, trying to look away from him. he still had control of your face, turning it back towards him.
“hey hey stop that. what are you doing?” he asks.
“i’m doing nothing. i-i uh, ya i just am really high not going to lie.” you laugh, he giggles with you.
“me too.” he replies. he lifts his head up just enough to look down at your skirt, as he tugs it. “geez, how are you not frozen right now wearing this?”
he tugs it a little too rough towards him, causing your skirt to fly up just enough for your red thong to be exposed. you push it down quickly, hoping he didn’t see it. but, of course he did.
“i didn’t mean for that to happen, i’m sorry.” he says with truth in his voice. you know he didn’t, but it was kind of hot.
“it’s fine matt. it’s just my red thong.” you say, lifting your skirt back up for your entire thong to show. you would never have the confidence to do that if you hadn’t smoked. it turned you into a whole different person. a person that deep down you always wanted to show. you were less anxious.
he slaps his hands over his eyes, covering them. “y/n!” he says, “what are you doing?” he truly didn’t know what you were doing. you never acted like this, at least towards him. yeah, he would see you flirt with guys, hook up with guys. but he never seen you be like this with him.
“sorry, i think i just do whatever i want when i’m high.” you giggled. you pull matt’s fingers away from his face to let him know it’s okay.
“honestly, i’m the same way.” he mumbles. he puts his hand down on your thigh, rubbing it. this feeling itself made your whole body shiver. his firm was strong, without it hurting you.
“can i tell you a secret?” he asks.
“oh so are we just spilling secrets now?” you reply. he takes his hand off your thigh, and a small whimper escapes your lips without you even trying due to the loss of physical contact.
“mhm.” he says.
“so spill.” you respond
“i think you look good tonight.” he blurts. your stomach was doing flips, front and back, how can he just compliment you like that out of the blue?
“thank you matty.” you say, trying to keep your cool.
he nods at you.
“now you tell me a secret.” he says. you guys are now turned to your side, staring at each other. you can swear his eyes get even more red with every second goes by, “anything.. go.”
“okay, i can’t believe i’m saying this,” you whisper, “but i have such a bad daddy kink.”
matt’s eyes widened, as much as they could at least because with how high he was his eyelids felt so incredibly heavy. his face got red, feeling him become hard from underneath his jeans. “daddy kink?” his voice wanting to make sure he heard you correctly.
you start to feel embarrassed. should you have not admitted to that secret of yours? you put your hands over your face, your face turning crimson red.
“so when you fuck men, you call them daddy?” he asks another question. you felt like he was doing this to just torment you at this point. you remove one of your hands off your face, reaching it out to slap matt on the chest. he reacts with a fake pout on his face and rubs his chest softly.
“shut up. pretend i didn’t say anything, okay? change of subject.” you say. you move from your side to now laying on your back, as you look up at the tall trees hovering over you with the stars peeking through them.
“no, no.” matt quickly says, “i think it’s sexy.” you were not expecting him to say anything along those lines. why was this making you hornier than ever?
you started to grow more and more confident, “so you want girls that your fucking to call you daddy?”
matt tries to reposition himself, getting harder and harder by the second. you notice him fidgeting around on the couch right next to you. “i, uh haven’t fucked in a while. but yea, i love it.”
“ya?” is all you reply. you feel the devil on the right of your shoulder whisper things in your ear to repeat back to your best friend. “fuck matt, i’m so wet right now.” you whisper, “look.”
your hands have a mind of their own as they snake their way down your body, down your skirt. you tease him, lifting up your skirt and rubbing your heat over your laced thong and rubbing it up and down gently but effectively.
the feeling of your hands touching yourself cause a soft moan to escape your lips. matt’s eyes are glued to your face and then to your skirt. “oh my god..” matt says, “i…”
“what’s wrong daddy?” you say. wow, was this marijuana fully transforming you into a bad bitch. matt licks his lips, as if he was a kid in a candy store.
“y/n.. you can’t-” the way he wanted you to keep going but he was trying to keep his composure.
“hmm?” you ask.
“you can’t do that in front of me.” he states.
“why can’t i?” you tease. he grips the arm that was rubbing your heat, stopping you.
“because it’s making me go crazy.” he snaps, “do you want me to go crazy?” he adds. you nod your head vigorously at him, giving him puppy dog eyes. yes, you did want him to go crazy.
that’s when he fully removes your hand away from your pussy, and replaces it with his. now rubbing your thong covered heat, focusing on circular motions on your clit. you arch your back in response, this felt so fucking good and being high was making everything a hundred times more euphoric.
“m-matt.” you moan out.
“ya, baby?” he says, as he now slides your thong to the side, rubbing your bare pussy. “do you know how long i’ve been wanting to do this for?” he asks.
“y-you have?” you reply, genuinely shocked by him saying that to you. and stuttering because fuck was he playing with you so well and teasing the crap out of you.
“so much.” he said, “making you cum all over my fingers.. and my cock. is that bad to say?” you shake your head at him, biting your lip and closing your eyes. you hear everything he is saying but he’s ranting and blabbering to you while hes playing with your pussy and it’s making you go feral.
“mattty, put your fingers inside me already.” you manage to get those words out of your mouth. matt licks his lips watching you desperately beg for him. he does what you ask, lifting his finger up and sucking them to create almost a lube around his fingers. as if how wet you were wasn’t enough, to him it was but he just wanted an excuse to taste you a little.
he brings them back down, rubbing your clit just a little more before he inserts two fingers into your pussy. you don’t stop yourself from moaning his name softly.
he went a slow and steady pace for a little to ease you. it felt too good. you’ve been fingered numerous times by multiple men but nothing compared to how he was doing it and he barely has showed his skills yet.
you kept whimpering out to him, and his dick was just growing more and more with every pump he did with his fingers inside your pussy. “daddy, i.” you tried to finish your sentence.
matt starts to increase his speed, and twirling his fingers upwards hitting the spot that made you go absolutely crazy. “call me fucking daddy again and i’ll have to fuck you right now on this couch.” he huffs.
“matt, p-please keep going.” you beg, your arm holding onto his arm that is fingering you at the most perfect speed.
“no, stop. go back and call me daddy.” he says.
“but y-you.. you just said?” you reply. he slowly takes his fingers out of you and that’s when you almost whine out from the built up orgasm now completely erasing.
“fuck this. come with me. i can’t wait any longer.” he says. he gets up from the couch, almost yanking your arm off as he eagerly grabs you to follow him.
your hands are intertwined as he leads you back into the house. no one even watching you guys because they are so caught up in their own conversations or make out sessions.
he takes you upstairs, finding an empty bedroom and slamming the door shut. he locked it behind him. you stand there watching him lock the door before he turns around staring at you with such hungry eyes.
“get on the bed.” he demands. you walk towards the bed, but his hands are gripping your waist tightly almost as he was assisting you to lay on the bed.
you lay on your back, him right under you leaning down by your thighs. he brushes his hands up your thighs, taking off your skirt fully. “this fucking skirt.. swear it was teasing me the whole night.” he mumbles, “right when i saw you walk up to us with it, it got me so horny i swear.”
he then slides your red thong off, sliding it down your legs and throwing it across the room. he didn’t break eye contact with the lower half of your body, basically drooling at the sight.
he’s been waiting for this moment for years. thinking about what you would look like under all the clothes you wear, and you lived up to his fantasies and expectations.
“i need to give you hickies.” he blurts, looking up at you from below. you look down and give a slight nod of consent. he goes straight to burying his head to your thighs and giving them sloppy kisses and bites.
he makes his way right above your pussy, sucking on your delicate skin resulting in your blood vesels to freak out and create the hickies he was dying to give you. it was so attractive, looking down and seeing how into it he was.
“i love that i’m giving you hickies in places only i can see.” he whispers in between each kiss and suck, “you’re not fucking anyone else anymore.”
you look up to the ceiling, overstimulated with praise and pleasure. “you hear me? you’re not allowed to do this with anyone else. just me.” you still don’t respond and that makes him suck on your skin just a little more creating good pain throughout your body.
“y-yes daddy.” you moan, “just you.”
he looks up at your thighs and right above your pussy, seeing how much he marked you and how much he loved it. he knew you were his. and he was yours.
“good baby.” he replies, “as much as i want to do this all night long, i really need to fuck you already.” you don’t reply and just nod at him. he hovers over you, lifting your tanktop up to expose your bare chest and he licks his lips at the dream sight.
“i-, can you get any sexier baby, holy fuck?” he says, and you blush. it was crazy how much effect he was having over you tonight.
“… you know i think your fucking beautiful it blows my mind, and you don’t even realize.”
you wanted to reply, but you honestly just wanted him to fuck the shit out of you already. you haven’t gotten with a guy in months and even though you never really thought of having sex with your best friend before, it was all you were thinking about now. and you know.. it wasn’t just the marijuana anymore. you were just seeing him in a different light and you loved it.
“please daddy.” you spat. he shakes his head, trying to bring back his dominant side because fuck did you make his soft side come out it made him almost ill. he never was like that towards anyone but you.
he stands up a little while he’s in front of you, lifting his shirt off. he unravels his belt with speed, and pulling down his pants. he was in nothing but his boxers now. you can finally see how hard he was and it was driving you physically and mentally insane.
he brings his boxers down, revealing his cock and you audibly gasp at the size. sure.. he had big dick energy but you would’ve never guessed that he was going to be the biggest you have seen.
you get even more wet if that’s possible just seeing matt naked in front of you. matt’s heart was basically beating out of his chest. his view was you naked laying on the bed just for him.
“no condom?” you askwhile he gets by the foot of the bed.
“i want to fuck you raw so badly.” he says, “but up to you.”
“no.. i want you to really feel me while you’re inside me.” you mutter. he gulps, he thought that was the hottest thing you could respond with.
“baby..” he whispers, now hovering over you. your both staring in each others eyes
“ya?” you say, he is completely on top of you and his hair is dangling over your face.
“nothing.. i just can’t believe this is happening.” he said softly. it made your heart and pussy flutter.
he leans down to kiss you.. and you didn’t even realize this was the first time your lips have ever touched each other. it was like your lips molded perfectly together because it felt amazing to kiss him. he slips his tongue in your mouth and you moan in response. he bites your bottom lip before he pulls away.
god did he love kissing you.
he looks down at the bottom half of both your bodies and aligns his hard cock to your heat. he teases you just a bit, rubbing his tip on your pussy before slowly slipping himself in you. he looks up, wanting to see your reaction.
it was so big and you felt yourself stretch for him to adjust to his thickness. his eyes roll in the back of his head, trying to contain how tight your pussy was and how amazing it felt.
you guys moan in unison, “fuck your pussy feels so good around daddy’s cock.” he whines out. he starts to lift his hips up and down, gradually going faster and ending up slamming his cock into you at the speed you have been craving.
all you could hear was fainted music from downstairs, your moans combining together, and skin slapping each other. he tries to act like he’s not obsessed with how your pussy feels with every pump he does going in you, but you can tell he was addicted to it already.
his mouth never closing, keeping his body up with his arms on each side of you. “i love you, you know that?” he groans. he keeps thrusting himself into you, you overly enjoying every second.
you don’t respond, just moaning out loud. thats when he takes his right hand and wraps it around your throat, still fucking you at perfect speed. this turned you on even more than you were, as he chokes you and firms his grip strongly.
“tell daddy you love him.” he chokes out, you try to respond but him choking you was making you not spill out the words you wanted to say. “say it.”
“i-i love you too.” that’s when he releases his hand from your neck and you let out a gasp of air. he slaps your cheek, not too hard but the perfect playful way that made you crave him even more than you were already.
he now leans down to kiss you, his sweaty strands of hair brushing on your forehead as you kiss him back. “this pussy.” he cries out, “i love that its mine, i love that your mine.” he says in between kisses.
“needed it so badly.” he whined as he went back to choking you. “i need you to let me fuck you for the rest of my life.” he tried to contain his dominancy but he was so whipped for you and you deep down craved every second of it.
he leans to give numerous kisses all over your neck to your face, finally reaching your lips again.
he looks down at your body again, watching himself fuck you. he moves his arm down and pressing his fingertips onto your stomach, pushing down stirnly. this created the outright most perfect pressure and you felt your insides go absolutely insane at every movement he did.
“i-i, baby i’m so close. right there please.” you plea, “keep fucking me like that, y-you’re about to make me cum.”
after you say that, he does exactly as you beg and keeps fucking you the way he was doing before, keeping his rhythm. his back muscles flexing every time he goes down to slap his clock into you.
this makes you want to wrap your legs around him, to make him locked in within you. he loves that you wanted him more than he was already doing it, craving it as much as he was.
“i’m trying so hard to keep going baby.” he groans out, “holy fuck..” he keeps fucking you so good, your eyes rolling back to your head as his cock slips in and out of you just right every time.
“i want to cum in you but i know i c-can’t.” he grunts. you bite his arm that’s right next to you, trying to keep calm but you just couldn’t. you wanted him to cum in you so badly but you you weren’t on anything and it was too risky.
“i know, me too. just pull out and cum on my tits baby.” you reply. he nods at you, understanding the circumstances.
he feels your walls clench and tighten around his cock, and that’s what makes him go over the edge. he waits til you fully finish, “oh my god, fuck fuck.” you cry out as the most overwhelming orgasm of your life just arrived. just your moans and your pussy clenching around him made him lose it fully.
he couldn’t keep any longer and pulls his cock out and gives it a couple pumps until his cum goes all over your tits and your stomach.
swears and moans coming out of his lips while he finally finishes. you know it wasn’t the same as him filling up inside you but you still loved his cum all over your body.
you both pant and try to catch your breaths from how steamy the sex you two just had. he leans down one more time to kiss you and run his hands through the hair on the top of your head.
“my baby..” he whispers. you thought to yourself how hot he looked, red sweaty face and hooded blue eyes, “are we going to have to keep this a secret? because i don’t think i can do that.” he adds
he grabs you a clean rag from the nightstand that he found and wipes you clean. “absolutely not. no secrets” you say.
he smiled at you and kissed you again.
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cheeseceli · 7 months
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SKZ arguing over the bill
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Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff
Request: yes!
Warning: mentions of food, reader never pays lmao. Changbin, Chan, Seungmin's were heavily inspired by "Telling your Stray Kids boyfriend you can’t afford to eat out with them" by @ronnierites . If you don't allow this pls lemme know and I'll delete this post. Not proofread
A/n: that's kinda a new format, hope you guys like it! And this have been on my to do list since forever lol sorry for the wait
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Bang Chan
Doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable
But he wants to spoil you so badly
Would let you pay if you were uncomfortable but he wants to make sure you get it he would love to pay for you as well
"You know Chris, I can pay for it."
"I know."
"So?"
"I'd rather do it. But thank you baby."
"But-" you stopped talking once you saw his card swiping. You truly should be used at this point "oh."
"Why do I feel like you're unhappy?"
"It's not that I am not happy, it's just that you always pay."
"It's my pleasure."
"But I don't know, I don't want you to think you're being pressured or something like that."
"Babe, I don't feel like that at all. Don't you worry. You're always doing so much for me, that's just a little 'thank you' of mine."
You gave him a little smile and proceeded to hug him, feeling safe in his warmth.
"I'm so lucky to have you."
"I should be the one saying it."
Lee Know
Bro you don't even spare a chance
He's paying before you even have a chance to take your wallet out of your pocket
I'm surprised you even try tbh
"Should we ask for the bill?"
"Oh, I already paid for it, don't worry."
You looked dumbfounded at him while he was finishing his food. You didn't see him talk to a waiter and you're sure he didn't pay for it before you two had your meal.
"What? When?"
"When we were asking for the dishes. Didn't you see it?"
"No?" you tried to recall the moment with no success "Why would you pay? I feel bad that you pay for everything all the time. I don't feel like reciprocating enough."
His eyes soften and a little smile comes to his lips while he watches you pout. If only you knew how much you did for him.
"Hey, look at me. It's okay. You already reciprocate with everything you do. That's already perfect"
Changbin
He pays with the money, you pay back with kisses
Sorry but that's his boyfriend duty
He is physically incapable of not paying for everything
"Hey baby. I'm off work in 40 minutes. I'll pick you up so we can have lunch, okay?"
You were glad that for once you were on a voice call with him instead of being in a face time like you'd usually do. This way he didn't see the way your smile dropped so quickly.
"Um, I don't think I'll be able to."
"Oh? Why?"
"I'm kinda... broke right now. I haven't received my last payment yet."
"Okay? What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't want you to be the one who always pays for our things. I should be able to pay sometimes."
"You don't need to. That's my boyfriend duty. You know I don't mind, I actually enjoy it quite a lot."
"Still bothers me though. I'd hate to not contribute at all."
"You can always cuddle with me and shower me with kisses. That will make me happier than anything money can buy."
Hyunjin
Stop he'll be like genuinely so sad if he can't pay
He would let you pay if you were really insistent
But then he'll go like :( and you would let him take the bill out of pity lmao
"Hyunjin, stop looking at me like that."
"But darling, I can pay. You know it doesn't bother me."
"Just this once, let me pay, okay?"
"Okay"
"...Jinnie I really need you to stop that."
"I'm not even doing anything."
"Oh God" you sigh and let your head fall, knowing the man beside you won the argument once more "Fine. You can pay."
He didn't waste a second, swiping his card as fast as possible just so you couldn't have the time to change your mind. After he payed the meal, he took your hand in his and started to walk in the direction of the restaurant's exit with a triumphant (and really sweet) smile.
"I swear I don't get why you like to pay so much."
"My love should be treated as royalty, and that includes me paying for everything you wish for."
Han
Bro is offended
Believes with all his heart that he should be the one paying
Tries to distract you when the time to pay comes
"Were you paying while I was in the restroom?"
"... perhaps."
"Han."
"Baby. You know I like to pay for you."
"But you do that all the time."
"It's my way of showing love! If you ask me, I actually don't think it's enough. It's the least I can do."
He could see in your eyes that you weren't convinced. Unfortunately (for you), he only saw that as an opportunity to spend even more money. Maybe then you would believe him.
"C'mon, lemme show you a little bit of love. You can pay me back with thousands of kisses if that's what's bothering you."
Felix
He loves to pay.
If he could, he would pay for absolutely everything that you could ever want or need.
But if that's something which really bothers you, he will let you pay as well
Tries to do that "the one who invites is the one who pays" thing and fails
"Felix. Don't even dare."
He looked at you confused until he realised you were staring at the credit card in his hand, probably hoping that it could disappear before the waiter came back with the bill.
"C'mon, it's just a small lunch. I can pay for it."
"No. I invited you. I pay."
"Actually, if you think about it, I'm the one who suggested this place."
"Two years ago."
"Still counts."
"Not as an invitation though. I'm the one who asked if you wanted to come here."
Felix sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to convince you of otherwise. If only he could.
"Okay. Next time it's on me."
Seungmin
LMAO sorry you're 100% not paying
Don't even try
Boyfriend duty pt 2 except he is even more dedicated somehow
"Why did you bring your wallet?"
"I wanted to pay for this one."
"... why?"
"You always pay for everything."
"And I don't plan on stopping so you can take your wallet away."
"Minnie, please. I don't want you to be the one who always end up paying for everything."
"But I want to. I wouldn't mind paying for every single thing for the rest of our lives. So you can't take your money away of my sight because I'm paying."
"For the rest of our lives huh?"
"Don't tease." But you didn't miss how the corners of his lips lifted once he thought you weren't looking anymore.
I.N
Rock, paper, scissors. The winner is the one who pays
It's funny and neither of you can complain about the outcome of it because it's technically fair
Except you always throw scissors first and never noticed it
And Jeongin doesn't have the heart to tell you
"We should change this game."
"No way" he said while giving the money to the cashier whilst trying to hide his grin from you "Not my fault you are horrible at this."
"Seriously though, I think you're cheating. It's impossible for you to win every single time."
"How does one cheat at 'rock, paper, scissors'? Besides, you won yesterday."
"After losing at least 50 times. And I got to pay for some ice cream. It's not the same as paying for a whole meal."
"Get better at this and maybe you get to pay for a whole meal one day. C'mon, we can have some milkshake now. Maybe you'll win this time."
You had a feeling you wouldn't though. He was sure you wouldn't.
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aajjks · 2 months
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I love you (m)
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synopsis. He is so in love with you and it’s about time he let you know that.
warning. FLÜFF, lövèsïck töjï, hè ïs sö ïn lövê wïth yöü, kïssïng, än ädöräblê cönfêssïön, cöök!töji, FLÜFF FLÜFF FLÜFF! Söft!töjï. Böyfrǐěnd!töjï.
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Toji is really learning to appreciate the little things whenever he’s with you.
No, you’re just so sweet and kind, even to someone like him, he’s definitely problematic and complicated, but you still keep up with him despite everything? Why? He wants to ask you but he never has enough courage to.
Funny right? That a shameless man like him feels too shy to ask his girlfriend a question that’s so simple and easy? You make him a different Man.
How? He’s always a smiling man whenever you’re around and he almost cries when he sees you crying over a sad movie that you two watch together sometimes. Or the fact that he wants to spoil you like you’re his everything, every penny he earns? He wants to give it you.
When he’s passing by a mall- he’s got this urge to go inside and buy you a nice present or some makeup supplies because he knows how much you love it.
You’re his princess and he’s your protector because the murderous urges he gets whenever you two are out and he sees multiple creeps staring at you like you’re some kind of a wonder-
Which you are, but only for Toji to look at and smile.
He’s definitely overly posessive and protective about you, you’ve been dating for what? Six or seven months but he already feels himself falling for you deeper and deeper for you.
So tonight, he’s finally going to say it- he knows that you want to hear him say it so badly, whenever a character on screen says ‘I love you’ to their female lead, your eyes are on him every time.
He’s waiting for you to come to his house, he did message you to meet at him at his place, you should be here soon- he’s eagerly waiting for you because he wants to surprise you.
Yeah, he doesn’t cook often at all? It’s all you, who’s always feeding your big guy with delicious meals and frankly he’s addicted to your cooking.
You’re giving his mama tough competition.
Toji did everything right, he’s kind of a perfectionist, especially when it comes to impressing you, everything has to be perfect.
The scented candles he got for this occasion are the perfect scent because they are exactly the ones you like, he noticed them in your home.
And the flowers are also your favorite, tulips. They’re your lock screen too that’s how obsessed you are with them, he can’t help but notice the littlest things about you.
It’s almost creepy.
And the food- oh he’s so proud of himself for cooking it- he was at it since the early morning honestly, but he’s not going to tell you about that.
In short, you’re going to love everything tonight.
Toji doesn’t flinch when he hears the door unlocking, his heartbeat flutters however, when he realizes that you’re here.
“Yn, princess you’re here.” He whispers as your scent immediately goes to his nostrils, and he inhales the sweet smell.
“Yeah, baby I missed you.” You walk over to him and he’s in the dining hall right past his living room, and when you’re back hug him, he feels his heart melting because you’re shorter compared to him and he’s big muscular and tall, you barely reach his shoulders- so instead, you wrap your arms around his muscular arms.
And then, when you finally notice something you gasp.
Toji smirks.
“Toji… don’t tell me you did all of this for me.” How do you have the most adorable voice in the whole universe? “Yes I did, honey.” Don’t blame him because you’re too adorable, and he has a habit of calling you every single nickname in the relationship book.
“Now come on and sit on the dining table, I bet you’re hungry.” He smiles, turning his back so he can look at your face.
And God knows you have the most beautiful face.
God definitely took time creating you- and he’s so glad.
With the most minimal make up on your face and with your hair down, he loves it when your hair is down, you pay so much attention to his likes and dislikes that just makes him love you even more.
Yes, he loves you and he’s going to tell you that officially tonight.
“Mhmm it smells so good and I noticed you got tulips and my favorite scented candles lit up.. your house always smells amazing.” You press a kiss right behind his ear before he pulls out your chair for you.
See now normally he doesn’t do these romantic things. He doesn’t remember the last time he did this. so he feels a little awkward doing this, but it doesn’t feel weird.
“Sit.” He then goes to his kitchen to grab the dishes. Some of them are traditional Japanese dishes because that’s all he really knows how to cook but don’t worry he got your favorite too.
You clap like a little girl when he puts the delicious food on the table for you, and it just makes his heart clench in his chest because you’re so sweet.
Toji sits right beside you, and before you can grab your plate and take the food yourself, he beats you to it because he wants to do it for you.
“Ahh yn let me do it.”
You give him a look and he continues with his work, “now eat, my love.” And just like that you both begin eating. Your occasional moans from the taste of the food Definitely distract him because he choked on his food for a good three times.
“D-Do you need water? I’m sorry but the food is just so delicious…. Can’t help it.” You say, as you stare at the curry in front of you.
“N-No yn just continue eating I’m sorry” he laughs, before diving in once again.
like the sweet girl that you really are you ask him about his day, even though he didn’t leave for work today he took the day off.
And then you start telling him about your day, and he loves to listen to your little rants. Your eyes get wide, and you make the most adorable expressions.
Just like that an hour goes by and you’re still sitting at the dining table when he’s picking up the dirty dishes, and yes, he insisted for you to get up and help him because this is not for you to do.
And he’s so glad that you loved his food because you keep on praising him and stop it before he blushes. “Ugh…” after he comes back from the kitchen after putting the dirty dishes in his dishwasher, toji takes your hand and guides you to the couch in the living room.
“Yn I have to tell you something.” And he’s nervous all over again. You look at him all look confused, “what is it babe?” There is honestly nothing for you to be concerned about so he should just say it before you get worried.
“Yn… I..I..” he’s stutters like the helpless man he is. You don’t speak you just not and look at him with love. And that gives him a little bit of motivation.
Come on, just say it, Toji!
before he can chicken out, you grab his hand and squeeze it, you know him so well, he inhales before taking a few seconds to compose himself and he looks into your eyes.
“I..I love you yn.” And now his heart feels so light, Toji doesn’t care if you’re not going to say it back, it’s okay, he’s a mature man- he can wait.
no please just say it back yn!
He is not looking at you anymore because as soon as the words leave his mouth, he tries to avert his eyes from you but you grab his face and now you’re making him look at you.
He’s sure you can feel the freshly shaved skin of his chin, you like the feeling a lot. Toji is silent, “I-It’s okay yn you don’t have-” but before he can complete his sentence, you kiss him.
And he cannot help but be surprised because he’s always the one that kisses you first, you’ve taken a lead this time and he’s amazed.
He kisses you back eagerly and you’re still grabbing his face so he settles his hands on your shoulders, and you both have the most romantic and passionate kiss ever.
He doesn’t want you to pull away, but to his dismay, you pull away after a few minutes, he just wants to bask in the feeling of your lips on his, you can never get enough of kissing you.
Before he can whine about the lack of contact, you push your head against his. You’re breathing loudly, he is panting, it is safe to say you left him speechless, and breathless.
“I always wanted to hear you say it and… I love you too.. I love you so much, Toji.”
He doesn’t believe the words that come out of your mouth because what the fuck. Toji’s can’t help but stare at you with his wide eyes. “Y-Yn do you really mean it? I..I.”
Once again, he’s speechless.
You smile at him before caressing his cheek.
“Of course silly. I just wanted you to say it first.” You give him a small kiss once more and he closes his eyes, thinking to himself that he’s so lucky man alive and he’s never going to let you go.
He won’t give you a chance to because he’ll make you so happy.
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nostappen · 20 days
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LET ME BE THE LIGHTER | MV #CH3
series summary. max raced knowing he’d win. You raced as if you had nothing else to lose. That was something the fans of F1 had grown accustomed to since you joined. Being the only driver who could truly make the Max Verstappen break a sweat during this season, all the odds seemed to be in your favor during one eventful race where you could finally overtake him on the last few laps, breaking his winning streak and also —by consequence — yours and his peace in the near future.
warnings for this chapter (contains possible spoilers) : swearing (as per usual), some texts are badly written on purpose (yes that’s a warning), angst, a small fight, max and reader suck at communicating, mentions of anxiety, grieving (and how to not deal with loss).
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CHAPTER THREE # NOT A HAPPY COUPLE
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Max felt uncomfortable.
If there was a slight chance of him enjoying this night then the moment he stepped outside of the hotel that possibility left.
You were waiting by the end of the open stairs with the rest of your friends, laughing and joking, until Charles spotted him and silently pointed behind you right where he was, and you turned around to look at him.
Verstappen wasn’t big on reading people by any means. He sort of struggled to get to know others and interpret their mannerisms, but even he could notice that you weren’t happy to see him. Your once joyful and genuine smile twitched, making you slightly drop the corners of your mouth down in disappointment before forcing them back up faking happiness.
You extended your arms up, expecting a hug, and he obliged after spotting a few media people taking pictures on the street parallel to yours.
“Welcome, Verstappen,” you stated and he let go of you but not without planting a kiss on your cheek. “Ah yeah,” you muttered. “Lovey-dovey couple shit.”
“Hi guys,” Max attempted to smile but he could feel himself physically deflating like a balloon under their curious gazes.
Your friends weren’t looking down on him by any means. Max knew all of them after years of working on the same field, but it was obvious that he wasn’t exactly friends nor close with any member in that circle of people and although Max knew they had no intention of making him uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly out of place.
It was like being thrust into some high school setting. He did not belong anywhere and had this creeping sensation of not being welcomed by any group.
He was like a child again, a bit insecure, really nervous and utterly confused.
“Hey Verstappen, nice to see you here,” Charles extends his hand forward amicably and Max shakes it. “We have some waffles left if you want.”
The RedBull driver swallows the lump forming on his throat harshly.
Texting you was a terrible idea. Why did he even reach out in the first place? You were fine on your own and he was having a peaceful night scrolling down social media and having some movie playing in the background.
You two could coexist in parallel levels of the same reality and only really collide during practice and races. It’s not like this was a reality show and you were forced to be by each other’s side the twenty-four hours of the day. He could do his own thing and you could too, yet he wished for something else.
Truth be told, your last and first interaction in front of the cameras left a sour taste on his mouth.
On one hand he deeply desired to laugh at your clear shock over his surprise hug and the oddity of your first interaction with the public, but on the other hand, he felt incredibly bad and pretty confused over your attitude.
He understood he had crossed the line when he asked for a kiss. Even for him, at the time, it was something that came out naturally since couples do kiss and you specifically told him you wanted for the relationship to be perceived as sweet by others, but once he did mutter those words he regretted them.
‘Don’t I get a congratulatory kiss before leaving?’ Not only did he become self aware way too late but accidentally put you in one hell of a tough spot because of his slow-paced thinking.
If you blatantly rejected him, the world wouldn’t buy into your little PR stunt, and if you did comply, you’d give affection to a man you barely knew and clearly did not like one bit.
He was a complete asshole for that so he understood your initial reaction. He caught you off guard with the affection and attention and then pushed you into the limelight all alone so he apologized, but still, it kind of worried him how scared you actually looked through the flashlights of the cameras.
You were truly overwhelmed and Max wanted to properly discuss it with you to avoid committing future mistakes but after the race he couldn’t catch a break and your team was the first one to leave to the next location so he couldn’t reach you on time.
Of course he could discuss it through text but Max was someone who preferred talking face to face just in case. Not being sure over someone’s feelings and reactions towards certain things filled him with anxiety.
He needed to make sure everything was alright to put the matter to rest, so as soon as he saw you trending on twitter and caught a glimpse of you in the same hotel as him with your friends, he pressed you to be there.
The rest came in naturally. The PR team was desperate to solidify the idea of you two being a happy couple and this was the perfect opportunity.
Max went for it without a hint of doubt, but he was a stubborn man and could react quite impulsively. Tonight for example, he acted out of pure impulse and now that he was truly faced with reality he couldn’t help but regret his choices.
He should have waited until the morning to talk to you privately. Ambushing you while you were having a great time wasn’t the best nor the wisest decision.
“I’m not really hungry, but thanks.” Max brushes off Charles' food and observes you. “Can we talk for a minute?”
“Man, you said you wanted waffles and vodka,” you nearly whine out and show him the little bottle you bought on the nearest market. “Why did I buy this then?”
“Please?” Max asks again and your expression turns serious. Your brows furrow and you wrap your hand around his wrist. “Somewhere private.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll be right back guys,” you announce and the men pick up their stuff and yours, moving forward.
“We can wait inside if that’s fine with you? It’s actually pretty cold and I’m tired of seeing media people taking pictures,” George expresses.
“We can wait in my room if you all want?” Charles offers looking at Hamilton and Russell and they both nod. “I will text you my room data, okay Yn?” He looks at you and you also nod, bringing Max towards you so your friends can pass. “See you in a few, honey.”
The three men climb up the steps that separate them from the main entrance of the hotel and once they are out of sight, you let go of Max, sitting on the stairs.
The man follows in your movement, dropping to the ground as well before fixing his gaze on the ground.
He looks deep in thought so you don’t dare to interrupt him.
If something important did happen then he’d come to his senses sooner or later and tell you about it. Especially if it’s bad enough to have him nearly begging for a minute of your attention.
In the meantime you debate whether to comfort him somehow or stay still next to him. There are cameras everywhere, maybe more than the ones you noticed on your way back to the hotel, and you don’t know if it will be correct to simply remain unbothered next to your supposed boyfriend or not.
You don’t want to use his struggle as a spectacle. Despite hating his guts, you aren’t heartless or unaware of the amount of shit Max gets on a daily basis.
He may be the number one of F1 but being this successful also came with its complications. You’ve seen the amount of hate fans throw him on all platforms of social media. The press follows him and his family movements everywhere they go as well and the man seems like he can’t catch a break between the races and his personal life being so exposed to the public.
It wouldn’t be fair to play the girlfriend part right now that he truly needs a second to process whatever he is going through, so you decide to let him be.
He isn’t your friend so you don’t feel inclined to exactly help him but you can’t ignore the fact that he looked utterly uncomfortable from the moment he greeted your friends briefly and discomfort was something you felt daily for a multitude of reasons so you wouldn’t wish it to anyone, even your supposed enemy on the F1.
“Hey man, whatever happened can wait, okay?” You rub his back to offer him some level of comfort. “We can go and take a walk if that helps you clear your mind off whatever is bothering you or we can go inside and join the group. Maybe a small hangout will help you.”
“Help me with what?” Max finally speaks. “They hate me as much as you.”
“They don’t —.”
“Hate me?” He cuts you off. “Well, if they don’t hate me then whatever they feel towards me is close to that.”
“They don’t know you that well, Max. That’s all.”
“But they do know you and I bet they despise me for what’s going on.” He admits too easily for his liking and you stop rubbing his back.
Verstappen sighs. As soon as your comforting touch leaves him, he feels the absence way too harshly and that disorients him.
It would be too much if he asked you for a hug or some comforting words knowing you didn’t like him, not even a little bit. After all, he just crashed your hangout with friends and also indirectly forced you to act like his girlfriend in front of the cameras once again, possibly reminding you that you were still under contract, therefore you should submit and be a good girlfriend for the rest of the people.
You were literally tied to him now.
He could bet that was far from awesome for you.
At first, he believed this PR stunt to be all a ploy from your team and you. This relationship could be a perfect excuse to cling to his fame and influence to boost your premature career, but after many meetings with RedBull about the topic he understood this wasn’t something neither you or Mercedes truly wanted. You simply had to bid by the rules of your contract as much as him but the difference between you and him was that you were new to this place and didn’t have resources to fight back, but if Max really did want, he could be up in arms, causing a scandal to stop all of this.
“Listen, I don’t control what my friends think of others. Whatever perception they have of you is probably based on whatever they know about you or how you treated them. They are adults, they won’t despise you without a reason.” Though you try to reason with him you can’t help but feel a bit annoyed over his comment. In your eyes, Max was not only acting weird but also paranoid.
If all of this was because he feared people from his workplace hated him then there was not a single thing you could do to help him.
That was his problem not yours. If he wanted to be liked so badly then he could start by treating the rest of the drivers as possible work colleagues, not villains, not only competitors and definitely not as people worth less than him, because that was something he tended to do without even realizing and you noticed it in a span of months so you couldn’t even imagine how bad it truly was years ago when he was younger and had an —apparent— bigger ego.
“Great, thanks for the useless advice.” He spits thoroughly annoyed by your change of demeanor and you raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“Do you always act like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like a scared kid and a petty man at the same time.”
Max cannot help but laugh sarcastically over your comment.
“You know what? I was actually gonna talk to you about how worried I was about you. Because, believe it or not, I do not suck as much and do not want to make you feel uncomfortable in front of the cameras or in general.”
“Thank you F1 Jesus,” you bite back. “You’ve blessed me with your cheap sympathy. What can I do to repay you?”
“Go to hell, Yn.”
“Gladly. I will ask your father for directions then,” you push yourself up with your palms and dust off your pajama pants. “If that’s it I will go inside.”
“No, that’s not it,” he expresses and gets up as well, grabbing you by the wrist and walking you upstairs to the glass doors. “I’m trying to have a decent conversation with you. Why is it so hard for you to simply hear without jumping the gun every chance you have? I understand I kinda suck at communicating stuff,” he opens the door and lets you in first. “ But I’m trying.”
“Well, I don’t see it.” You slowly walk towards the elevator. “All I see is a man having a crisis in silence and being aggressive and cryptic for no reason.” You press the button to the lobby and hug yourself. It isn’t any less cold inside the hotel, surprisingly.
“Maybe you don’t see it because you are too busy getting all defensive over your friends.” The elevator doors open and you both walk inside. Max presses the last floor of the tower and you groan. “So now, if you could, please, shut the fuck up and listen to my concerns —.”
“Of course! Since you are asking so nicely.” Your sarcasm rolls down your tongue with each word and mixes with venom. “I will hear you out, go ahead.”
“Gosh, you are impossible,” he mumbles. “This is why we don’t get along. You never hear.”
“Sorry King Verstappen, you want me to be all ears just so I can agree with everything you say? I can comply. It’s not like I’ve got much of a choice anyways. I’m stuck with you in this stupid elevator for the next twenty-five fucking floors.”
“I’m just worried, fuck sake! Stop acting like a child. I’ve been thinking non-stop about how stupidly scared you looked that night after the race. I was worried sick for you and felt like shit for what I did. Can you even understand that? Because I’ve been meaning to see you to talk this through so I can avoid fucking it up even more.”
“Well! This convo is going impeccable if you ask me and you are totally not screwing it up more by raising your voice at me.” Your back rests against the opposite wall to Max’s and you bit through your words nervously now.
Verstappen is aggressive and you are too, but you haven’t talked for long enough to truly get into any serious fight. Most of the time you were at each other’s throats over something stupid for a few minutes so it was easy for you to navigate the confrontation as long as you took his words as non important or a joke, but now he was bringing back a moment you didn’t like and enclosing you in a small space just to reprimand you.
It didn’t feel right nor made you feel nice.
“Now you care about my tone?! God, you are unbelievable!”
“I hate discussions.”
“Well it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it.”
“Because we never discuss shit seriously, Max. We always fight each other over dumb stuff. This isn’t dumb stuff and I’d rather not talk to you if you are gonna be this aggressive.”
Verstappen presses his lips together and turns to see the small screen showing the floor number before pressing a button to open the doors. “Okay, fine. If you don’t wanna discuss this then leave.” He urges you and you make your way towards the corridor. “Just stick to your dumb lovey-dovey girlfriend act in front of the cameras and try to not shit your pants the next time I hug you.”
“Fuck you, Max.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
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You sit down at the small desk next to your TV screen and drop the package full of printed pictures you recently got. 
The camera rests on top of three books as you scan the many photos with delicacy. You intend to select a few to crop them and add them to your journal and the rest will be sent to your house by a member of the staff so you can classify them in one of your albums later when the season ends or whenever you get a chance to go back home. 
This was your last free day before having to fully prepare for practices and you were trying to enjoy it as much as you could. 
Your morning hours got wasted drinking coffee and having some small treats on a local shop you found some streets away from the hotel and once you were finished having breakfast you went for a long walk to capture more moments in your camera but also to explore at least a little part of the city. 
As much as you loved staying inside and being alone, you couldn’t help but feel a bit too trapped and isolated since you began racing in F1. 
The schedule was tight and the job demanding, leaving you with little to no days to spend on your own or with friends, and as the months went by you started to feel more and more suffocated. 
You were supposed to be having fun flying to all parts of the world and racing cars but all people wanted to do was celebrate after races and then stay in fancy resorts instead of visiting the places they were traveling to, hence, you decided to buy a good camera to put your skills to good use and also a journal to detail your adventures as well as your feelings. 
Writing and taking pictures helped to ground you and be more aware of your surroundings and yourself. Photography was something your grandpa had gotten you into from a very young age and your mother enjoyed writing stories and small logs on a diary so you gravitated towards those things as an attempt to feel less lonely, stressed, or keep yourself distracted. It made you feel as if they were still there with you whenever you took a picture or wrote briefly about how you felt; you couldn’t explain it but when you did those things the weight on your shoulders lessened. It was as if your grandpa and mother could see every scenery through your lens and understand your days with each word you wrote despite them no longer being alive. 
They were the last family members you had left apart from Lewis, who was like a brother to you, so of course it was difficult for you to deal with the idea of their passing since they left you fairly recently. Half a year before you got the news that you would race for F1 your grandpa sighed his last bit of air in a hospital while you were trapped in a conference room with executives of Mercedes who planned to sign you. 
It was all unfortunate and happened way too fast, not giving you much time to digest the news. 
Only Lewis and his family knew about everything and per your request, they didn’t comment on it to anybody, not even the media knew much about your past before F1 and you wished for it to remain that way. 
If you had to be completely honest, you had no desire to keep your mother or grandpa swiped under the rug. Your true desire was to show them off and talk about them non-stop because you loved them with all your heart, but the sole mention of them brought you to tears and you simply couldn’t bring yourself to process your loss in a healthy manner. Although you tried to be close to their memory by indulging in activities that reminded you of them, you didn’t dare to talk to anyone about them for fear of completely breaking down and not being able to bounce back after that. 
It was unhealthy but you felt as if you didn’t have any other choice. Your life as you knew it was only really starting now, with your car and your goals set on the podium. The rest was history and you wouldn’t talk about it. You needed to move on and be strong. 
“Hey, Wolff.” It’s the first thing you say when picking up your phone once it rings for the third time in the pocket of your jacket. “What’s up?” 
“I’m sorry to be bothering you, Yn. I know we agreed you wouldn’t join George for the media day this week but an emergency came up and we have to send George to the other side of the city for some promotion so…” 
“You need me there,” you finish off for him and he hums in agreement. “When will the car pick me up then?” 
“Two hours max. We’ve got plenty of stuff to keep you entertained over here just in case. George told us you weren’t feeling the best lately.” 
“It’s just a bit of anxiety, don’t worry boss. I will deal with it.” 
“Well, I guess since you are so sure I will tell the the staff to get rid of the comfort food,” he begins to joke and you frown. “Especially those ridiculous shark-shaped gummies you eat whenever you are nervous.” 
“No way, man. I eat those even when I’m not feeling like shit. Tell them to leave some in the car too so I can munch them on the way to the paddock.” Toto laughs softly and agrees while you remain silent with a small smile adorning your features. While a hand holds your phone close to your ear, the other grips a particular picture of some flowers you took last week, liking how it came out. “Hey, before you hang up, is Georgie there with you?”
“Yeah, he is about to leave but give me a second. I will pass him the phone.” You hear some muffled sounds before the familiar voice of your teammate rings through your left ear. “My darling!” 
“Georgie!” You say, matching his excitement. “I’ve been checking social media the past few days. You’ve been doing the absolute best.” 
“I’m a TikTok sensation,” he jokes and you chuckle. “It’s been pretty fun but you know, I usually enjoy it more when you are here to record my dumb stuff.” 
“I’ll be there. I just needed a few days off.” 
“I know, darling. Did the short break help? Are you feeling better?” 
‘I’m feeling numb’, you want to sincerely tell him but you’d hate to worry him, especially when he is working so hard to keep the hype up for the team. “Yeah, the break did wonders actually. I’m more focused now.” 
“I’m glad to hear that,” you hear a door opening in the background before George continues speaking. “Hey, I need to leave right now or I will be late but tell me if you need something so I can get it.” 
“No, actually, I don’t need anything, honey. I just wanted to tell you that I got you a gift. I guess you will see it when you come back to the hotel.” 
“You didn’t have to! I will buy you something.” 
“Georgie.”
“What do you want? New shoes? Some candy? Another book?” 
“Honey, I don’t need anything.” 
“There must be something.” 
“Well, you can receive your gift in peace and not spend a single cent on me in return. What about that?” 
“Yeah…no, that’s not gonna happen. What about a movie night and some pizza tonight? Only if you are up for it, of course.” 
“That sounds lovely. I will be ready by 9 o’clock. Deal?” 
“Deal.” 
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“A question for Yn,” you hear after a while of discussions back and forth between other drivers and some reporters. You raise up your head and catch a middle-age woman standing up from the chair with a pen on her hand. “Hello. After the performance Mercedes showed on the last race, are you confident you’d be able to pull the same strategy for the next race or do you and George Russell have a back-up plan?” 
“Hi there, I like that red blazer you are wearing. Please do find me after this to let me know where you bought it, okay?” You comment first and the woman nods with a smile. 
Media days are the only day of the week when you act more laid-back in front of the camera. It is all really fun and entertaining for you; there is always a passing comment you need to add or a funny joke you have to tell to someone on your table. Plus, you show up in your best clothes, much like Lewis, and pose for some photos or stop by to greet any possible fan you encounter. You are far more approachable and relaxed unlike practice or qualification day, and let’s not even mention race day. You are so serious and quiet before races it’s kind of scary, even to the fans.
“I will make sure to approach you later then.” She replies and sits down, opening a small notepad, ready to type whatever you tell her. 
“Well, to answer your question, you’d find out during the race about our strategy. All I can say is that the cat is out of the bag and now everyone knows me and George will work more closely to score enough points for Mercedes.” 
As soon as you finish your words, another round of reporters raise their hand and one man gets picked by the staff. “Miss Yn,” he greets you and you smile. “Is part of your strategy to distract the drivers around you with your…less than prude outfits?” 
Your smile drops and tension fills the room so quick you are sure you can actually touch the negativity and discomfort floating in the air. 
“We are here to answer questions about our job man.” Max breaks the silence speaking into his microphone from the other extreme of the table and you observe him for the first time today. 
“I got it, love, thanks.” You tell him and he hums in agreement, lying back on his chair. “You can say you consider me a whore for dressing like this. You don’t need to soften the blow with fancy words, sir. I’d rather have you disrespect me fully than half-assedly.” 
“I just don’t see the point of dressing this way for a media day. We are supposed to focus on the sport, not the appearance of the drivers.” 
“We were focusing on the sport until you had to bring my outfits into question.” Your tone remains calm and your face shows no sign of anger but it is in your tranquility that you inject intimidation and Lewis, who knows you better than anyone, is sure you won’t let this man go without getting under his skin somehow. “I don’t see anyone else complaining about the way I dress or my body for all that matter. Perhaps it’s only you who has a hard time focusing on your job because of…my less than prude, and totally stylish, outfits?” 
You move away from the microphone and rest your back against the chair, taking a look down to where Lewis’ fist extends for a bump so you oblige without taking your eyes off the reporter. 
The man can carry on for all you care, you can sit here and deal with it because you’ve already grown accustomed to disrespectful comments and passive-aggressive reporters who want to tear you down for no apparent reason. 
You see the man bring the microphone close to his mouth again to further screw this up and feel the sudden urge to warn him out of kindness. “Careful with what you say, sir. I do like to prove people wrong and your comment lacks a solid base so I will have fun arguing while you will end up stressing yourself.” 
The room remains silent for a few seconds until you hear a small tap on one of the microphones making you direct your attention to the opposite side of the table yet again. 
“She told you to shut up respectfully. Do it.” Max sentences sternly and the reporter, who was already in the process of lowering his microphone, sits back down, and diverts his gaze to the floor resembling a kid who had just been scolded. “Great, now does anyone here have any questions related to the races?” 
The room goes back to its original state with multiple people standing from their chairs and raising their hands in hopes of getting their asks answered. 
Max gives you one last nod before relaxing back on his chair and you go back to your position as well but this time you notice Lewis looking at him and raising a thumbs up. 
The rest of the conference goes smoothly without any more incidents or awkward moments — surprisingly —, making you leave the building in a better mood than expected and with lots of energy left for your small hangout with George later in the night. 
On your way out you bid your goodbyes to Lando and Charles who remain inside by the door chatting and grab your phone to check if you got any important new messages, not stopping your walk or paying attention to your surroundings until you hear your name getting called from behind you. 
Verstappen takes a small run towards you and smiles. “There are some cameras around. Is it okay if I grab your hand?” 
“Go ahead,” you answer a bit surprised by his carefulness and he reaches for your hand softly, walking by your side. “We should chat about something so we don’t look too awkward.” 
“Actually, I was meaning to talk to you.” 
“Like the other night?” You question him and Max sighs, nodding. 
“Listen, I took it too far, I admit it. I’m really sorry for starting an argument and for raising my voice. My patience has been running thin lately due to the last few races.” 
“You are really stressed about the results, aren’t you?” You frown and he nods. “You are still at the very top. Why are you so worried?” 
“I wanted to set a new record…” He whispers rather shyly and guides you to the paths towards the cars. “And well, there is this team that came up with a strategy that’s screwing my plan.” 
“Aw, too bad,” you pout. “You’d have to work harder to win.” 
“It looks like it, yes.” Max shrugs and slows down his pace once you come close to your car. “Do you think we can talk about what happened once we reach the hotel?” 
“Will it be too much if I ask you to meet up for breakfast tomorrow? I already made plans for the night.” 
Verstappen opens the door for you and you thank him softly. 
“There are some reporters over there and fans too,” he announces looking past you and you groan. “I will give you a kiss on the cheek, near your mouth so they get the pictures they want. Are you okay with that?” 
“Okay, go ahead.” 
He closes the gap between you two, looking down on you intensely until he tilts his head a bit to reach for the corner of your mouth, pressing his lips there leaving a sweet peck while simultaneously wrapping his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to his chest on a hug that you return, gluing yourself to his shirt to the point you notice his perfume over the clothing. 
Inhaling in the scent you feel him breathe out warmly before touching your skin with his lips and slowly moving away. 
“I will pick you up tomorrow at nine, okay?” 
You have to blink yourself out of the trance you walked into so willingly just seconds ago and you nod, still spaced out and with your eyes fixed on him. “Y-yeah sure. See you tomorrow.” 
Panicked, you slide into the passenger seat and he closes the door after you, waving at your car once the chauffeur drives you out of the paddock. 
You touch his kiss with delicacy and a bit of ecstasy, and without really intending to, you giggle a bit before feeling the heat rising to your cheeks turning them rosy. 
What in the hell was that? You had no idea, but it felt so nice.
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A/N: Hello my people 🫂 I am back after a day because I managed to finish correcting this chapter on time so I hope you enjoy it. Now I will actually see you all next week but I will be checking the notifs so if you have any thoughts feel free to comment or send me an ask 🫶🏻
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enhafilthandfiction · 9 months
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How Enha HyungLine tell you they're in the mood
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Hoon is shy to ask you for it <;/3 -----⤴
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A/N : Hello everyone! I am back with another post that you guys picked from the poll. I hope you enjoy it! I am accepting emoji anons and moots!
Pairing : Bf!HyungLine X Fem!Reader
Warnings : kisses, grinding, boners, nudeness, them just being horny, mentions of porn :)
Word Count : 888 Words (about 220 words each)
Masterlist
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» Lee Heeseung « The shy one who kisses you more often and hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck, because he's too shy to tell you
"Here I'll do it for you" He kneels down at your legs, tying your shoe laces for you, making you tilt your head in confusion. "...Thanks" you thank when he finishes tying your laces, looking at him with an expectant look on you face.
He smiles at you sheepishly, nodding his head awkwardly with his cheeks reddening before the just plunges at you, hugging you tightly against him and burying his face into your neck to hide his blush.
"What's the matter Hee?" you giggle "Why are you acting like this?" you ask, hugging him back. You can feel him shrug his shoulders and snuggle you tighter.
Your hand snakes up his back to caress his hair and he lets out a little moan at that. "Ohhh" you almost laugh at it, he was suddenly so sensitive.
"What do you want Hee?" you ask, smirking, knowing that he's too shy to ask for what he wants. "C'mon, don't be shy, tell mommy me" you egg on, trying to pull him off of you.
He doesn't let you, shaking his head and chuckling "Neeeed you Y/nnn" he whines in your neck suddenly having enough confidence to lightly move his hips against yours.
"Aww Hee, you could've just told me baby" you giggle when he starts kissing your neck. "C'mon, do I have to carry you to the bedroom?"
He shakes his head no, finally letting go of you only to grab your wrist and pull you to the bedroom with him.
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» Park Jay « The blunt one who just asks you for it without beating around the bush
You were just cleaning the dishes and he was watching tv and you decided to join him. But as you approached the couch, he would just spread his legs wide (man spreading oml) so you'd have nowhere to sit.
You'd roll your eyes until you notice his prominent boner perfectly on display for you between his spread legs. Your mouth would water realising how hard he is for you.
"Y/n, darling, sweetie, bab-"
"okay Jay I get it, just spit it out"
"Are you in the mood? because I really need you"
"Is that supposed to be a pickup line?"
Nah, he's just blunt like that. He beckons you over, making you sit in his lap, directly on his bulge. One hand grips the back of your thigh while the other grabs you by the waist, moving you back and forth on him.
"I'll take that as I yes" he smirks, looking up at you. With you on your knees on top of him, he's face to face with your chest, puckering his lips to kiss your cleavage, making you grasp his hair.
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» Sim Jake « The one who's also shy to tell you so he lets his body do all the work and hopefully you can get the message through his actions
If he's horny but shy, he'll do anything to wet his dick but he won't tell you because boy is shy. So instead, when you're literally doing anything facing away from him, he'll come brushing against you 'accidentally' just to make you feel his bulge.
And if he's a little confident he may add in "Yeah, feel how hard I am for you babe?" He'd whisper in your ear, grabbing your waist to grind your ass harder against his crotch.
He can't control himself, his hips rutting against you for some sort of relief which he badly needs. He also can't stop his lips from kissing every inch of uncovered skin he finds, giving you the goose bumps.
He places wet kisses at the back of your neck, and messy ones on your shoulders, his hand snaking between your thighs. "Need you" he whines, bucking his hips into you.
He's also the type to pull at your clothes, wishing they were already off so he could fuck you. When he pulls your shirt or your little skirt, you know he wants them off, and his growing bulge confirms that.
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» Park Sunghoon « The type to do the obvious until you actually fuck him. He'd walk around naked, touch you and compliment you more than often, instead of just asking for it
"You look really good today babe" his voice startles you as you were just chilling on your phone when he suddenly walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "What you watching, pretty?"
You put down your phone to see that he was just in a towel, hanging dangerously low around his waist. You give him a knowing look, but decide to play dumb. "Hoon, get dressed or you'll catch a cold"
"It's okay baby, I never get cold" he assures "Ice prince remember?"
You roll your eyes and decide to go back to your phone, just to annoy him. He scoffs and reaches down to grab 'something' and his towel falls off. You can't help but shift your eyes from your phone over to his now naked figure, admiring his triangular shape.
"What's the matter darling?" he asks with a smirk on his face, totally nonchalant despite the fact that he was completely bare.
"Hoooon" you whine, getting up and making your way over to him. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist, caressing your sides. You get up on your tip toes to kiss him, and his tongue immediately invades your mouth.
"Is there something you want to tell me Hoon?" you ask, expecting the obvious answer. He just looks down and instead of getting straight to the point he's like "Wanna watch porn together?"
You deadpan, "Okay and then?" you question once more, still wanting another answer.
"And then maybe we can make our own porn" he says excitedly, watching as you smile softly.
"Hoon, you're impossible sometimes"
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viinieroxide · 9 days
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—seven days. [ vi.i ]
pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.
summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.
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author's note: i dunno if this is good cuz i have to delete a lot of scenes to make everything fit djsjjj. AND pls listen to two weeks notice by leanna firestone. 🐝 anon shared it to me and AAAAAAAHHH it captures the main vibe of the fic
part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.1. part 6.2. part 6.3. part 7.
"New shoes?”
The shoes come in black and it features a sleek silhouette with a pointed toe and a golden heel that is shaped as the letters Y, S, and L. Max is no expert in shoes but he knows how to recognize a luxury shoe if he sees one.
“Pretty lil things, aren't they?” you bring your foot forward to flaunt it.
Max doesn't know if it’s the heels that makes your feet look pretty or if the heels look pretty because you have pretty feet. Contrary to popular belief, Max does not have a feet kink. He just knows how to appreciate the aesthetics of a body part.
“Three years of savin’ and I finally got ‘em.”
“Good for you?” Is that an appropriate thing to say to a woman who just bought nice-looking shoes?
Max sees Daniel hug you after the Azerbaijan GP. You have twinning smiles on your face. Max's curiosity grows. You pull away from the hug and wave goodbye, returning to the garage, to where Max is standing and waiting for you.
“What did you and Daniel talk about?” he asks and if he sounds like he’s demanding, he doesn't mean it.
You stop walking, finally noticing Max's presence. The smile on your face fades a little but it doesn't completely disappear. “Oh, hi? Congrats on the podium today, big guy.”
“What were you and Daniel talking about?” Max asks again.
“‘s not important.”
“I want to know.”
You give Max an odd look, probably questioning why he wants to know so badly. He doesn't know why either. He just wants to know.
“Renault has an open spot in their engineering team,” you finally say, smile growing wide. You’re literally vibrating in excitement as you say it.
Max feels like someone just poured a bucket of iced water over his body.
“Engineer? Why would you even apply in Renault’s engineering team?” he sees your face shift and he wonders if his question is offensive. It does not seem like it is. For Max anyway.
“I’m an engineer, Max,” you're gritting your teeth, Max notices.
Oh, Max realizes. This was why Christian mentioned moving her to the engineering team. He thought you’re going to be their manager or something. Do engineers get managers, too? Max doesn't know.
Max’s world shifts off its axis when he realizes the bigger meaning carried by your words. You want to leave.
“No.”
You make a weird face, “No?”
“No, stay.”
He is perfectly aware that he is in no position to ask this of you. If you want to be an engineer and chase your dreams, you can. No one has the right to stop you. That's your dream. That's your life.
But do you really need to leave?
Suddenly, this becomes like the Daniel situation all over again.
Max isn't sure the exact time you begin holding this much importance over his life that he’s suddenly afraid of your absence. Max still won't consider the two of you friends per se, but he does not want you in Renault. He wants you here, behind him, following him at all times. You don't have to follow Daniel to fucking Renault.
Renault just keeps taking everything from him. First, it’s Daniel, his best friend and teammate. Max will not allow himself to lose you over to Renault and their sucky cars.
“Funny how you think you got a say in this,” you do the thing where you shift your feet lightly so you’re facing Max fully, one hand on your waist while the other rests limp on your side, your head slightly tilts to the right. There's a bulge on your cheek, where your tongue is pressing inside it, and one of your brows is cocked.
“You don't have to go to Renault. You can stay here,” he adds and it almost sounds like he’s pleading.
“And what Max? Let all the money I spent in engineering school go to waste?”
“Do you not want to be my manager anymore?”
“No offense, buddy, but I’ll choose being an engineer.”
Fair point but Max is still hurt anyway. Why are people always leaving him? Is it that hard to choose him and love him? Is he not a good enough reason to stay? Maybe it's because he's not a world champion yet. Maybe it's because he's not someone praiseworthy yet.
“I will win next year. When I become a world champion, I’ll ask Horner to move you to the engineering team.”
Max hopes you believe him.
The 2019 season ends with Lewis Hamilton at the top. Valtteri Bottas is close behind him. After Bottas stands Max Verstappen.
He’ll understand if you're making your application letter to Renault at this very moment. And yet, you come knocking on his hotel door.
“You’re trashin’ the room again,” you say, not ask but say, when Max opens the door and this is like 2018 again when he trashed his entire hotel room for coming in fourth. You even wear the same clothes as last year—a Red Bull polo shirt and a black pencil skirt with the same cream tote bag with peach prints but the shoes are different. “Sour loser much?”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you, too,” you reply in a nonchalant tone, not even taking offense that Max has cursed you out. “Lemme see your hands. I have a cold canned beer.”
“I didn't punch the wall.”
Not yet at least. He’s definitely planning to, before you have decided to knock on his door.
“Well then,” you thrust the beer towards him. “Good thing’s beer has multiple purposes. Bruised knuckles? Beer. Bruised ego? Beer.”
Angrily, Max takes the beer in your hands. He really can't deal with you right now.
“Don't worry, man. You’ll be world champion one day. You have the makings of one,” you assure him and your words are too unexpected that Max stiffens. “Not this year but one day.”
“Why can't it be this year?” he asks after a few seconds' pause.
You shrug your shoulders, “Not your time yet, I suppose.”
Then, you turn around and walk away, the loud clicks of your black and gold heels echoing in the hotel hallway until it fades into silence, while Max stands there at the open door, a cold canned beer in his hand.
He’s trying (emphasis on the word trying) to prepare himself snacks so he can eat while sim-racing. It's the off-season right now and his mother and his sister have decided to visit his place in Monaco and stay for a few days before they fly together to Belgium and spend the holidays there. Daniel’s name appears on the notification bar of Max’s phone.
daniel: is [name] in monaco rn or did she go home for the off season
max: why would she be in monaco right now
daniel: she lives there
max: [name] lives in monaco?
daniel: you didn't know??
daniel: she’s been living there since last year
daniel: ever wondered why she comes by our building a lot?
max: how am i supposed to know
daniel: she's your manager
max: well we don't exactly talk about where we live
daniel: i cant believe you
daniel: shes been living there since she was my manager
max: that long???
daniel: i cant with you sometimes
daniel: neways do u have her number?
daniel: i think she got it changed a month ago and i forgot to ask her
daniel: she's not answering my messages in ig
max: yeah yeah i do
daniel: great
daniel: can u call her and ask if she’s in the country?
max: ok
daniel: cool cool
daniel: appreciate it,, man
You answer the phone on the second ring.
“Need anythin’, man?”
When will he hear you call him Max rather than man, dude, bro, big guy, big boy, darlin’ (teasingly), or loser?
“Hi [Name]. I’m calling because, uh, Daniel messaged me,” he begins. “He said you’re not replying to his messages on Instagram.”
“Oh, my bad, my bad. I’ll check it out later, still out playin’ ball right now.”
“He’s asking if you're in Monaco right now.”
“Yeah, yeah, I am. Flight’s still next week. Why’s he askin’?”
“Okay,” he doesn't know what else is there to say. “I didn't even know you live in Monaco.”
“Well, I do,” he hears someone yelling your name. “Aight, anythin’ else you wanna know?”
“Nothing. Nothing else.”
“Okay. Stay safe out there, my guy.”
“You, too.”
The call ends and suddenly, the world feels too silent.
max: yeah she's here
max: she said her flight is scheduled next week
daniel: perfect
daniel: i have her christmas gift with me rn she better be there when i land
daniel: i have to wrap this up on the plane
daniel: do you know how hard it is to gift wrap smth during a flight
Max’s brows furrow. Perhaps he has underestimated the depth of their friendship. They're close enough that they give each other gifts. Or at least, she’s close with Daniel enough that he buys her gifts.
max: safe travels daniel
Daniel arrives a day later, which coincidentally is the same day Sophie, Max’s mother, and Victoria, his sister, landed in Monaco as well. Max’s mother adores Daniel, which is not surprising because everyone adores Daniel.
“Join us for lunch, Daniel,” Sophie invites him. Max and Victoria stand behind her. The three of them are heading out for lunch when they come across Daniel, who is also heading out, at the lobby of the apartment building.
“Sorry, Sophie, but I have an appointment today with [Name],” Daniel scratches his nape and smiles apologetically. Sophie perks up at the mention of [Name].
“Max’s manager?”
“Yes, Max’s manager,” Daniel nods enthusiastically.
“Invite her, too! I’ve always wanted to meet her. She sounds like an amazing girl from what Max has told me.”
Max groans, “Mom, please.”
He may or may not have talked about [Name] during his calls with his mother. Mostly, it's complaints. His mother has laughed at him, used to hee son's constant complaining. Despite that, she still thinks [Name] is good for her son. It's good that someone is able to rein you in when needed, she said.
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll love it. How about I call her and we’ll meet you at the restaurant in a few?” Daniel says.
Everything is settled. Max has reserved a private room for the whole lunch meeting so he can enjoy the privacy of lunch with his family. Less than an hour later, you arrive with Daniel.
Max almost drops the fork when he sees you walking towards them, just a few steps behind the grinning Daniel.
You look different than usual. Max is yet to decide if it's a good type of different or not, because when his eyes land on you, he feels like a thousand elephants have begun a violent rampage in his chest.
You’re not wearing the usual Red Bull polo shirt—perhaps that's why Max feels odd because he’s so used to seeing you wearing it—and instead, you were in a bustier jumpsuit with a white long-sleeved button-up shirt under it.
It looks a little too tight in Max’s opinion, hugging your body in a way that Max thinks you cannot breathe. He can't even breathe when he looks at you right now.
Daniel and you stop in front of the table and Max’s mother stands to kiss you both on the cheek. Max then notices that you’re carrying two bouquets in your hand. Funny how they're so huge and colorful but for some reason, he hasn't noticed them since you walked into the room.
“For you, Ma’am,” you smile as you hand the bouquet to Max’s mother, who gasps in delight. “Welcome to Monaco.”
Then, you turn to Victoria and hand her the other bouquet, “For you, too, Miss Victoria. Welcome to Monaco.”
“Please, have a seat, you two. We’ve already ordered for you," Max's mother says. You and Daniel sit down.
You and Daniel quickly engage in conversation with Max’s mother. Victoria elbows Max, leaning over his ear to whisper, “You have a good manager, Max.”
“You just like her because she got you flowers," Max whispers back.
Victoria chuckles and the Verstappen siblings join in the conversation.
Lunch is a pleasant event. Everyone loves the food. Everyone laughs. Everyone is having a good time. However, good things always come to an end. Daniel has to leave early because he has an appointment. Max is supposed to drive Victoria and his mother to the department store because they planned on shopping together as a family and buy gifts for their relatives in Belgium. But since Daniel left and he was your ride going to the restaurant, that means you have no ride going home.
You insist that you can hail a cab or even walk to your apartment since it’s “just three streets away” but Max notices that your smile looks too forced and Max calls bullshit. Max may not know where you live but he knows you're lying. Thankfully, his mother seems to share the same sentiments and push you towards Max.
“Don't worry, honey. He’s a good driver. You're in safe hands.”
“I’m really fine, Ma’am,” you try again.
“Call me Sophie,” she says, her hand comes up to your shoulder and you flinch a little. “You take good care of Max. It's the least he can do for you. Also, I’m a woman, honey. I know the pain of walking a good distance in heels. Don't subject yourself to that pain.”
You don't protest any further and the four of you hop into Max’s car. Max drives Sophie and Victoria to a department store and drops them off. He kisses his mother’s cheek as they bid a temporary goodbye. Afterwards, he instructs you to type down your address on the GPS so he can drive you to where you live.
When he reads the address you input, he snorts. You whip your head around to give him a dirty look.
“Three streets down,” he says, amused. “Really?”
“Shut up, ‘s just on the other side of the city.”
“It's still far.”
The first few minutes of the drive is silent. You sit on the passenger seat with your earbuds in and legs crossed, leaning most of your weight against the car door so your back posture sort of resembles a person with mild scoliosis. Max hears you hum along the song you’re listening to, your fingers tapping along the rhythm.
Max taps your shoulder. You turn to him, pulling off one of your earbuds.
“Somethin’ wrong?” you ask.
Why do you always assume something's wrong when he calls your attention? Does he really only talk to you when he has a problem?
Max gestures to the AUX, “You can connect your phone to my car.”
You gasp dramatically, a hand pressing on your chest, “You’re givin’ me AUX privilege? Truly honored.”
Max rolls his eyes.
“But I don't think you’ll like what I listen to,” you add.
“Try me.”
El Alfa songs have electrifying and infectious rhythms and Max may not understand the lyrics but not understanding the song lyrics can't stop a person from enjoying a song. El Alfa songs are the type of songs that you’ll hear in parties and in the streets.
“By the way,” Max begins. The song changes into something else—Sofia, the title reads, sung by Alvaro Soler. It's a whole different vibe from the previous song. “Thank you for giving my mum and sister flowers today. That was very thoughtful of you.”
“Just trynna be nice,” you say nonchalantly. “Glad they liked it.”
“Also, you look nice today.”
You slowly turn to him. You have this weird expression on your face like you have an aneurysm but also indigestion and mild stroke.
“Did you eat somethin’ weird at the restaurant?”
“No, I didn't.”
“Then why are you playin’ nice?”
Max rolls his eyes, “I can punch you if you want.”
“Yeah, right, as if you can. Your mother raised you too well to throw hands to the ladies.”
Max closes his mouth.
“See? I’m right,” you continue. “You’ll fight any man on the grid but you won't fight me even though I annoy you every day. You're not like your father, Max.”
Max clears his throat awkwardly. He does not know how to respond to you. You're too… too… honest.
“But thank you,” you say. “Borrowed this from my roomie ‘cuz I don't own any nice clothes.”
You wear branded clothing way too well for someone to think otherwise.
The song switches. Danza Kuduro starts playing. Max knows this one. He watched Fast Five.
Max stops the car outside the apartment building, but instead of hopping off, you rummage through your tote bag—still the cream-colored one with peach prints, it looks so worn down now—and pull out a….it looks like a beaded bracelet but it's not closed on the ends.
“What's this?” he asks when you hand it to him. Red and navy blue beads—the color of Red Bull.
“Consider this as my gift for the holidays. I made Daniel one so it makes sense that I give you one as well.”
Oh. Max blinks at you then glances down at the little thing in his palm. Something warm blooms in Max’s heart.
“That's very thoughtful of you.”
Panic follows. His head snaps up.
“But I haven't bought you anything.”
“That's okay, man,” you smile and open the door. “Thanks a lot for today.”
You step outside and close the door after you before Max can even utter another word. Max watches as you jog inside the building. He shakes his head when you disappear from his vision, hangs the beaded keychain with his keys, and drives back to where he drops his mother and sister off earlier.
Sophie notices the keychain and compliments it. She asks his son if he got into the hobby of creating things out of beads. Max shakes his head and tells her that the keychain is a gift from you.
His mother visibly lights up, “You should get her a gift!”
Max gets into thinking. Yeah, he should.
He meets you a day before your flight to Texas in the lobby of the building where you live. You gave him a keychain. It's only appropriate that he gives you keys. (You don't seem very happy with the gift though for God knows what reason but Max is adamant on giving it to you and will not stop at a no.
“I want you close,” he says, surprised by the sincerity that exited his mouth.
“Well, I don't.” Your words sting a little. Max ignores it.
He ends up giving you a different key. You say the other key is too expensive. Max is not thrilled but it's still a key and this certain key, you accept. So Max is happy.)
Max flies to Belgium a few days after you and celebrates the holidays with his mother's side of the family. He calls your cell in the middle of the night, Belgium is six hours ahead of Texas so Max is sure it's around four in the afternoon from where you are. He does not expect you to answer as quickly as you did.
“Somethin’ wrong?” your voice sounds rough like you’ve been asleep.
“Hi, uhm,” Max clears his throat. He’s a little tipsy right now and his words are flying around in his brain. “Happy holidays.”
There's a pause.
“You called me for that?”
“Can you stop being mean? It's the holidays.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Kinda?”
“Well then,” Max hears a ruffle of sheets and suddenly, he feels bad for waking you up. “Happy holidays to you, too, bud. Appreciate the effort and the money you spent on making this call. International calls are expensive as fuck.”
They're not. At least, Max thinks they're not.
“Can I get your Instagram? The one you use to talk to Daniel?”
“My priv? Why?”
“Because I just want it.”
“Brat. You can’t follow that account usin’ your public account. PR has access to your account and they’ll see my shit. I don't want them to see my shit.”
“Then, I’ll make a private account and we’ll follow each other.”
He hears you sigh.
“You promise not to give PR access to that account?”
“Hm. I promise.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever. Send me the details and I’ll follow you when I wake up, aight?”
Max giggles, “Okay.”
“Anythin’ else?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Aight, I’ll continue my nap. You enjoy yourself there.”
“Okay.”
Then, COVID happens.
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THE GUY WITH TWO FACES | KMG
cw - reader is shorter than mingyu, cheating, manipulation, cucking kink, unprotected sex, creampies, recording, cum eating
∘₊✧─── 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ───✧₊∘
bestie!mingyu is so foolishly kind that you often think he can get taken advantage of in this cruel world. he’s so understanding and forgiving with everyone, even when they don’t deserve it. you can’t hate it since it’s a quality you love about him, but it does worry you.
bestie!mingyu reminds you of a large puppy, always eager to please and be praised. he’s naturally affectionate with anyone he gets close to. it’s the reason why you don’t think much of it when he sits you on his lap. or when he gently smoothes his hands over your thighs. you can’t even think much of it when he buries his face between your shoulder blades and wraps his arms around your torso.
you don’t find fault with any of this until you find out that bestie!mingyu has a girlfriend. no one knows when he started dating her, but it’s apparent that they’ve been together for a while. you’re taken aback and immediately choose to stay a respectful distance from him. but he’s not having any of it.
“come on, baby. you’re breaking my heart.” mingyu says as he drapes his large frame over you. caging you against the kitchen counter.
your heart is thumping in your chest as you make eye contact with his girlfriend who’s watching from the living room. she quickly looks away, expression contorting into one of embarrassment as if she’s been caught somehow. mingyu doesn’t seem to notice — or care, for that matter. he wraps himself around you, nuzzling his face into your hair. he’s breathing in your scent and pressing his entire body against you.
all coherent and rational thoughts leave your head when you feel the outline of his cock pressing into the dip of your ass. bestie!mingyu doesn’t comment on it, and neither do you. it’s what makes him press it harder against you, smirking when he hears a cute little gasp of pleasure roll off your tongue.
“if i can’t hug you, are we really best friends?”
it’s fifth grade logic, or maybe even more juvenile than that, but you give in anyway. letting out a shaky okay is enough for him to turn you around, help you on the counter so you’re his height and slot himself between your legs. you have to bite your lip when bestie!mingyu wraps his arms around you and presses himself against you again. his strong arms cage you against his muscular body as he buries his face into your neck, making sure your clothed cunt is snug against his raging hard on.
this strange situation carries on, but bestie!mingyu assures you that the intimate affection between you two doesn’t bother his girlfriend. you’re not sure if that’s true. especially since she always looks at you oddly when you’re sat on her boyfriend’s lap with his large hands rubbing your soft thighs.
when you try to confront bestie!mingyu about his inappropriate behavior, he crumbles. with his head hung low, he pulls you closer until you’re standing between his legs. mingyu doesn’t let you go, claiming that you’ll leave him forever if he does. you run a gentle hand through his hair, and tell him he won’t ever lose you.
you can’t see bestie!mingyu’s triumphant smirk. when he lifts his head, his large, wet eyes are gazing up at you with so much affection that your breath hitches. your heart stops beating when he tells you how badly he needs you. how long he’s wanted you. it’s wrong, so wrong, but you end up naked on his bed anyway.
bestie!mingyu who’s giant cock is the biggest you’ve ever taken. your pussy almost burns from the stretch, but you beg him to go deeper until you can feel him in your guts. he’s groaning and moaning the entire time, telling you how he’s never been in such a tight pussy.
“not even your girlfriend’s?” you can’t help but ask as he slowly starts fucking you.
“fuck no.” he moans, mouth dropped in awe at how tightly you’re gripping him. “yours is the tightest, hottest little cunt i’ve ever been in.”
you both moan at his filthy words, a fresh coat of arousal covering his cock. bestie!mingyu’s thrusts start to get rougher. his hips are relentless, and your eyes start to roll back as his throbbing dick rams into your cervix. your lewd moans fill his room, the smell of sex starting to permeate the air. you’re so wet that you can hear it. that and the sound of skin on skin as mingyu continues to fuck you dumb. it’s all so filthy and vile, but you love it.
“let me record.” bestie!mingyu suddenly begs you. “i need to have a more than just a memory of this, y/n. please!”
you relent to bestie!mingyu pretty easily with the condition that he send you the video too. his smirk is filthy as he promises to do exactly that. impressively, his pace doesn’t falter as he reaches for his phone. he points the camera at your sloppy pussy, groaning when he sees how his cock is covered with your sweet cream. he pans the camera to your fucked out face, telling you that you’re the prettiest girl in the world.
“god, look at the mess you’re making, doll.” mingyu moans as he points the camera back as your pussy. “dripping all over this cock like you own it.”
the filthiest noises leave your lips, and it all goes so well with the nasty squelching coming from your pussy. “fuck me harder, gyu!”
bestie!mingyu has a wolffish smirk on his face as he gives into your wish. he keeps ramming his cock into you until you cum all over it. your moan of ecstasy is so hot that he loses it. he quickly flips you over and starts splitting your sloppy cunt open like a feral animal. the way your ass bounces back on his pelvis is captured perfectly in the video, and he just has to spank it until you’re chanting his name like a mantra.
“that’s it, baby. make a mess all over this dick.” mingyu growls, shoving his aching cock deeper into your wet cunt. “pussy’s so fucking good. fuck. just look at at that grip.”
the camera zooms in on your wet cunt being stretched opened by bestie!mingyu’s fat cock, and he’ll never get tired of the sight. that’s all he needs to cum. he moans out your name as he releases his thick seed inside you. mingyu fucks it deeper into you, loving how you’re trembling beneath him.
then, bestie!mingyu slowly pulls out and uses his thumb to pull aside your puffy lips. globs of his cum slowly leak out of you, and his cock twitches at the erotic sight. he then places his phone right under you, arches your back and starts to eat his cum out of you. he groans into your pussy, loving the taste of you two mixed together. your cries of pleasure are so cute that when he’s done, he just has to kiss you.
you giggle into his mouth when bestie!mingyu tells you how sweet you taste, especially when you’re full of him. that’s how the video ends with mingyu begging you to let him fuck you again. tears are streaming down his girlfriend’s face as she puts down the phone. her boyfriend had sent that video to her only minutes ago and had been ignoring all her calls since.
she sobs pathetically as she grabs her phone and watches the filthy video all over again. her eyes are wet and so is her cunt. it’s so filthy and reprehensible, but she can’t help but be turned on by it. mingyu has never fucked her that way, and there’s a clear difference in how much he fucking adores you. it’s sick, and yet she can’t help but finger herself to the video of her boyfriend cheating on her.
it’s late when bestie!mingyu finally gets back to his girlfriend’s place. her eyes are puffy and red but he doesn’t apologize. she sniffs pathetically as she holds up the phone. “was she worth it?”
“of course.” mingyu doesn’t hesitate to say as he goes her into her bedroom. “you know what y/n means to me.”
“fuck her again.” his girlfriend says.
mingyu smirks before letting out an incredulous laugh. “i’m planning to.”
“you’ve never fucked me raw.” his girlfriend’s voice is quiet as mingyu starts to get undressed.
“and i never will.” his words are biting. “that’s a privilege only y/n has.”
his mean words only make her cunt drip with slick, and it’s not long before she’s suggesting something so humiliating and vile that mingyu can’t help but agree. what you don’t know is that bestie!mingyu’s girlfriend is the biggest cuckqueen there is. all thanks to you. pretty little you who is so kind and unsuspecting yet is filthy enough to fuck a guy with a girlfriend.
she insists that mingyu fucks her as they both watch that video again. he agrees. it turns her on when he puts on a condom and makes her bury her face in her mattress so he can pretend it’s you that he’s fucking. he slides in, but there’s no groan of pleasure. when his girlfriend takes a peek back, she clenches around his cock when he sees his eyes trained on the tv. she can tell he’s reliving the moment because every time you moan, she can feel his cock twitch inside her.
“your pussy doesn’t feel as good.” he grumbles, fucking her harder into the mattress. “not as tight.”
and that’s how bestie!mingyu and his cuckqueen spend the night. both getting off to the thought of him fucking you.
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