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Factory meetings vol.2 - LN4

Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary: second part to: Factory meetings

notes: Better late than never lol. Sorry for the long wait! But I write everything on PC, and of course something happened to it so I had to get it fixed. And not only that, but when I sat down to finally write, I had major writer's block! But here it is!! FINALLY!!

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. smut (double smut bby), unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!) p in v, language, jealous!Lando, rough, fingering, soft!Lando (shit got real at the end lol)

word count: 10k

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It had been a week since it happened. And next week you were supposed to see him again, the Chinese grand prix coming up. You were freaking out to put it mildly.

You had spent your off time at home, and you had shared what happened with Sophie. And as you suspected, she was shocked and a little grossed out. But you knew she would come around. And she did, so she asked you about all the details, when you told her, the two of you screamed and laughed together. Now the whole thing had turned into a sort of inside joke between you and Sophie.

But as the race week was coming up, you got more and more nervous. What was he going to act like now? You really didn’t want to face him, knowing what the two of you had done together. But you couldn’t stop thinking about it, day and night, it was seared into your brain. (But you didn’t want to stop thinking about it either.)

Walking into the paddock on Friday, you did your usual routine, unbothered by anyone. You made your way into the garage, and walked over to the workbench against the wall, and started looking through your tools.

You sorted through a few of them, getting them ready, knowing which ones you would need the most today.

You enjoyed getting into the garage a little earlier than the others, having some quiet, alone time. And getting in the zone. Focusing on your job so much that you didn’t notice someone walked in.

Lando walked into the garage, knowing you would be here. He only came here for you. He walked up behind you and looked over your shoulder, watching you picking up the different small tools.

You were so focused, but a familiar scent flooded your nose. He smelled so intoxicating, it literally made your knees weak. And the second it hit you, and you felt his hot breath at the back of your neck. You froze, and dropped the tool in your hand, making a clattering sound as it hit the table.

“Sorry, did I scare you baby?”

He was so close to your ear, and you could feel the smirk on his face.

You could not move, or utter a word. So Lando stepped to the side, and leaned his hip against the counter.

“I’m sorry, I was just curious to see what you were doing” He smiled sweetly at you, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I- uh, I was just sorting through my tools, getting the ones I need the most” You answered without thinking, still somewhat confused why he was being nice.

“Oh, ok” he nodded, looking towards the tools like he was thinking about something.

You felt your jaw clench, and your eyes stared daggers at him. Your brain was connecting the dots. Of course he wasn’t being nice to you, he was looking for ways to annoy you, and tease you.

He reached his hand out to grab a small screwdriver to look closely at it.

“What is this one for?” He looked up from the screwdriver to meet your eyes with a soft look.

He was not fooling you. Lando could see your whole demeanor had changed. And you could see the look in his eyes changed, for some reason he looked kind of worried? It knocked you off balance, and the look in your eyes softened.

“Sorry if I'm bothering you, I was just curious” He looked dejected as he went to put the screwdriver back in its place.

Before you had any time to think, your hands flew out to grab onto his hand before he dropped the tool.

“No, I’m sorry” “You’re not bothering me” Your anxious eyes met his, but he looked back down to where you were both holding the screwdriver, your eyes following after.

You let his hand go and let out an awkward chuckle. Your eyes looking everywhere but him. But he stretched his hand out to give you the screwdriver.

“So you want to tell me what it’s for?” His sweet smile had returned, as you were forced to meet his eyes again.

“Uhm- yeah sure!” You grabbed the tool from his hand and turned on your heel to walk over to the front left tyre suspension.

You crouched down so your face was closer to the suspension. You turned your head to look for Lando, not feeling him behind you. He was still standing at the counter, so you waved him over. A giggle escaping you when he finally got the hint and walked over.

Soon enough he was beside you, crouched down just like you. So you pointed a finger to where the suspension was connected to the car.

“You see those small screws there?”

He looked a bit closer before turning to you. “yeah”

“Yup” “that’s what this is for” you held the screwdriver up as you nodded.

He let out a small chuckle. “You could’ve just told me that over there” He pointed towards where the both of you had been standing earlier.

“Yeah, but I wanted to show you.” “It’s good to know your car” You smiled brightly at him.

“Yeah, I guess” he smiled back.

You were just looking into eachothers eyes, completely lost in eachother. Until someone spoke up.

“What are you guys doing?” You looked up to meet the eyes of Jonas, one of your fellow mechanics.

“Oh- um, I was just showing him what this screwdriver is for” You held the tool up to show Jonas, trying to act as normal as possible, not like you had just been drowning in those gorgeous eyes.

“Okayyy..” Jonas narrowed his eyes at the pair of you before walking further into the garage.

You turned your head when you felt Lando stand up. Meeting his eyes when he towered over you, he stretched his hand out for you. It took you a moment to register before you put your hand in his, and he pulled you to your feet.

Now standing in front of him, you saw his mouth open and close, like he was going to say something. Lando was at a loss for words staring at you. The soft look you had in your eyes as you just looked at him, he felt like no one had ever looked at him that way. But he finally managed to get some words out.

“I- I have to go” “see you later” He nodded, and left before you could even say anything.

When he came back to the garage, to get ready for FP1, you talked with him when he got into the car.

“Everything’s good?” you asked, making sure the car seemed good.

“Yeah” “perfect like always Y/N” He smiled up at you.

“good”... “great”... “alright” You said as you tried to find something else to focus on, walking away to try and pretend to do your job.

You watched him put on his helmet, and when he finished adjusting it, he looked over at you and gave you a wink before he closed the visor, and drove out of the garage.

End of the day you walked towards the exit, ready to head back to the hotel. You had walked out with Jonas, getting a ride with him to the hotel.

Walking to his car, he nudged your side with his elbow.

“Hey” “What’s going on with Lando?” “I have never seen him like that” He had a sly smirk on his face.

“I really don’t know” “He just asked questions about the car, and I answered” You tried to laugh it off, he could not know what happened between the two of you.

“Weird” He laughed back.

Lando was standing by his car door, just about to get in before he heard your sweet laugh. He turned his head and watched you and Jonas talking and laughing together. You were standing so close. Lando felt his jaw clench, and his knuckles turned white when he squeezed his fists.

He watched the two of you get into the car and drive off, smile still present on your beautiful face. A smile he felt should only be for him. An unfamiliar feeling tugged at his heart, a feeling he didn’t like. And he knew the only person who could fix that, would be you. So he sped off after you, towards the hotel .

You and Jonas arrived at the hotel before Lando, and you didn’t waste any time making your way to your hotel room, saying goodbye to Jonas when you walked out of the elevator.

Entering your room, You headed straight to the pile of clothes on your bed, your comfy clothes, that you had left there when you had to change out of them this morning. After taking off your bra and putting the comfy clothes on, you collapsed on your bed, exhausted from the long day. You reached for your phone, and opened tiktok. But not even halfway through the first tiktok, there was a knock at your door.

It was quite aggressive, and it didn’t stop knocking. You figured maybe Sophie had just gotten back, and had some gossip to share with you. So you hurried over to open the door.

You tore the door open to stop the harsh knocking, and expected to be faced with Sophie, but instead you saw an angry looking Lando standing in front of you. You jerked your head back in confusion, and went to ask what he was doing here. But he was quicker.

He took a step forward, making you step backwards so he didn’t collide with you. He shut the door behind him, now in your room.

“Is he here?” He asked, frantically looking around the room.

“What?”

“Is Jonas here?” He was now staring at you, a fire in his eyes.

“What the fuck are you talking about Norris?” “And what the fuck are you even doing here?” You felt your eyes narrow at him, anger bubbling up inside you.

“I saw the two of you getting in his car, laughing and shit” “So you two are a thing now or what?” He took a step towards you, now so close that you could feel his breath on your face.

“Oh my god Lando!” You threw your hands up in frustration and opened your mouth to say more.

“Is. He. Here?” His voice was so low, and his eyes were so dark when he looked down at you.

“NO!” You yelled back.

And before you could tell him to get the fuck out, he grabbed the sides of your face and smashed your lips against his.

You melted at the kiss, and you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. You couldn’t control yourself around him.

Lando was so tense, and so aggressive. But the second you kissed him back, and held onto him. You felt him relax against you. The kiss immediately turning passionate and sweet.

But Lando was still jealous, and his hunger for you only grew as you kept kissing him back. He took slow steps forward, making you follow him towards the bed.

Before your legs hit the bed, you felt Lando grab onto the hem of your sweater and swiftly pulled it over your head, your tits bouncing from the sheer force he used.

His eyes immediately found your chest and he made the softest moan.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you” He muttered.

He tore his own clothes off, and yours. Until you both were completely naked. He wasted no time in capturing your lips again, his hands roaming all over your body, before they found their way to the back of your thighs, squeezing them to signal you to jump. And you did, no hesitation.

A moan escaped your throat when you felt his dick against your inner thigh. But you didn’t even have time to think about it before you back hit the soft mattress, as he threw you onto the bed.

Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Lando still standing there, looking at you with a hungry look in his eyes before he climbed onto the bed, and made his way between you legs.

Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, but he kept enough space between you, so his dick wasn’t near you, making you whine. You just wanted him already. His eyes immediately found yours when you made that sound, catching him off guard.

“I didn’t know you needed me that bad babe” “Patience darling” He grabbed onto your jaw as he brought your face closer to his and whispered “Patience”.

You crashed your lips against his, tightening your hold around his waist, trying to pull him closer. When he felt what you were doing, he pulled back and looked down at you with dark eyes.

“So needy”

You felt his fingers softly grazing the inside of your thigh, so close to where you needed him. Your hips moved, trying to find his fingers. And he gave in, tracing a finger through your folds.

He pushed a finger slowly inside, making you throw your head back and moan. He saw the effect it had on you, and soon added a second finger. Slowly pushing them in and out. And when he started tracing circles on your clit with his thumb, you were a moaning mess.

You grabbed a hold of his forearm that was resting on your thigh, and you opened your eyes and met his. He had that same dark look that you were getting used to seeing, and his mouth was slightly open. It was like he was studying your every facial expression, seeing how much effect he had on you.

You went to close your eyes again, you climax getting close. But he quickly pulled his fingers all the way out, the loss of his fingers making you gasp.

And when you opened your eyes to look at him, you saw him slowly bring his fingers to his mouth, he sucked his fingers clean and let out a groan at the taste.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet”

Without warning his fingers entered you again, forcefully sliding in and out. It made you arch your back from the sudden pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut and grabbed a hold of the sheets beneath you.

It didn’t take long until he was satisfied and pulled them back out. And before you could complain again, he was above you.

You opened your eyes to see his face hovering above yours, you looked deep into his eyes, completely mesmerized. Until you felt something wet on your lips. You looked down to see the fingers he just had inside you.

“Now be a good girl and open up”

And you did. Slowly opening your mouth and welcoming his fingers.

You could taste yourself, and it made you moan. Sucking his fingers completely clean, swirling your tongue around the two digits. You could see it in his eyes, just how weak you made him.

He went to pull his fingers out of your mouth, but before they completely left your mouth, his grip tightened around your jaw.

As he was holding on to your jaw, he looked deep into your eyes as he entered you, hard, until he bottomed out inside you. It caught you off guard and you let out a loud moan.

“Fuck” “I missed you so much sweetheart” His voice was low and rough.

He slowly pulled out of you, until his tip was the only thing inside you, before he slammed back into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He kept thrusting at a relentless pace, making your breathing uneven as he was slamming into you. His hold on your jaw softened, as he soon let his hand wander down to softly rest against the side of your throat.

He buried his head in your neck, making you hear every small sound he made. His breathing heavy, and small groans he let out. You wanted- no. You needed to hear more.

You wrapped your legs tighter around him, and your fingers raked up his biceps and shoulders, until they found the back of his neck.

You were clawing and grabbing at anything you could. And you arched your back as much as you could, the pleasure immense.

You whined in his ear. “Lando”

It made him lift his head out of your neck, his face red and sweaty. Some of his curls stuck to his forehead. He looked heavenly.

It made you grab the sides of his face, dragging him down so his lips landed on yours. It was sloppy and wet, but god, the way his mouth felt on yours was breathtaking.

Lando was the one to break the kiss, lifting his head to catch his breath. As he looked down at you, your mouth slightly open, your lips wet and pink, your pupils dilated as you looked deep into his eyes. It made him mutter out a string of curse words as he picked up his pace, chasing his orgasm.

He found that spot inside you that made you see stars, your own orgasm getting close. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, as you kept looking up at Lando, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

Lando’s hand, which had been resting on the side of your throat, moved to wrap itself around your throat, and he tightened his grip. He didn’t make it difficult for you to breathe, but he was putting pressure that made everything feel so much better.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his forearm, nails digging into his skin. Your mouth opened as you let high pitched moans slip out.

“You like that huh?” He was almost grinning at you.

You couldn’t get words out, but a drawn out “mhm” came out of you.

Your orgasm was so close, as Lando’s pace had only picked up, and he was still slamming into you with so much force.

Lando felt it, your pussy clenching just a little bit more around him.

“You close? hm?”

“Yes” Was all you managed to get out, your eyes closing as you focused.

It took all the strength Lando had to slow his pace and soften his movement just enough to not make you cum yet.

Your hips moved to try and chase your orgasm, but when Lando felt that, his hold on your throat squeezed to get your attention.

Opening your eyes, you were met with Lando’s dark eyes. You couldn’t help but beg.

“Please let me cum” “Please Lando” You sound as whiny as you could, hoping he would give in.

“I will” “When you tell me who you belong to” His voice was deep and he sounded almost angry. But a smirk grew on his face when he felt your pussy clench again, just from what he said.

“You Lando” “I belong to you” You were giving him your all, desperate for him to let you cum.

“And who’s the one making you feel this good?”

“You Lando” “It’s all you” you moaned. “Please”

“Fuck sweetheart” “I can’t resist you when you beg like that”

His hand left your throat and circled around your waist, his palm spread on your back. He lifted you with him as he sat further up on his knees. The only thing holding you in this position was his hand, his other hand on the bed, holding the both of you up.

Your own hands grabbed onto his shoulder to hold yourself against him.

He started moving his hips again, still inside you. This new position made him go just a bit deeper, making you feel fuller than before. Your climax nearing quickly.

His head once again found the crook in your neck, and buried itself there making small sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulder.

Your hand flew up to grab onto his curls as he fucked up into you, until your climax finally hit. A drawn out moan escaping you as every muscle in your body tensed before they relaxed, finally getting that release.

You felt Lando’s teeth sink into your shoulder as he filled you up. A low groan coming from him.

He slowly let you sink back on the bed, collapsing on top of you, breathing ragged as one of your hands caressed the back of his neck.

You hadn’t felt this relaxed in months, his now soft breathing almost lulling you to sleep, until you hear him softly mutter against your skin.

“I can’t get enough of you"

You stirred awake as the brightness of the sun hit your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked out of the window to see the sun rising, it was gorgeous.

You felt so cozy as you laid tangled in your sheets. You closed your eyes again to just enjoy the quiet morning. But right as you did, you hear someone breath out a quiet sigh against your shoulder. Opening your eyes and turning your head, you were met with a still sleeping Lando.

His face was turned towards you and both of his arms were wrapped tightly around you. His curls were messy, and cute. He looked so peaceful.

You had never seen him like this, because usually he was being a cheeky bastard. But now, you couldn’t help but marvel at his features as the sun illuminated his face.

He distracted you, so it took you a moment before you realized he was in your bed, in your hotel room, cuddling with you. You must’ve fallen asleep last night, and he must’ve not left. Why did he not leave?

You kind of freaked out a little, and you needed to pee. So when Lando turned onto his back, one arm slipping away from you, you took your opportunity and slipped out of bed.

You grabbed a tshirt and underwear on your way to the bathroom. After you peed, you stood in front of the mirror as you washed your hands. Looking at yourself, you slipped the shirt over your head, and pulled your underwear on.

You decided to do your usual morning routine while you were in here. So you did your skin care, and brushed your teeth before you stopped to look at yourself again.

What were you going to do about Lando? This time, to stop your mind from overthinking it, you decided to just open the bathroom door and walk out.

Opening the door, Lando was facing away from you, still sleeping. So you turned around to close the door carefully.

When you turned back around, a sleepy Lando was looking back at you. You froze in your place, unsure of what to do. He slowly lifted the covers to where you had been previously laying.

“Come back in here” His voice was so gravelly and low, just incredibly sexy.

“Uh- I- um-”

“Come on”

Your body acted for you as you stepped towards the bed, before you slid under the covers. His arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. His head was resting on your shoulder, and he was actually snuggling into you. You didn’t realize how tense you were until he mumbled.

“Relax baby”

So you did. He was so warm and soft, it made you feel so safe and comforted as he was holding you. So you turned over to face him, sliding down so you could bury your face in his chest. You felt a small chuckle escape him, and one of his hands started tracing figures on your back.

You hadn’t noticed you fell asleep again until he softly asked.

“Do you have to be at the track any sooner than two?”

You left your place in his chest and looked up at him, you didn’t really understand what he said as you were still half asleep.

You saw a warm smile spread on Lando’s face. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

You lifted a hand to rub your eyes, “Yeah, but it’s fine”

He stayed quiet, just studying your face.

“But what did you say?” You dropped your hand and stared up at him.

“I just asked if you had to be at the track any sooner than two” You couldn’t place the look he had on his face.

“Oh” “Uh, no” “You?”

“No”

You didn’t really know what to say now. He had such an intense look on his face and you didn’t know what to do.

He leaned his head down to capture your lips in the softest kiss yet. It was a loving kiss, so foreign to come from Lando.

You melted against the kiss, humming against him as you let him lay you down on your back as he hovered above you, lips still attached. He was the one to break the kiss, lifting his head to look down at you.

“You want breakfast?”

“um- yeah” You smiled up at him, and nodded wildly.

He smiled back and lifted himself off to get out of bed.

You were sitting at a table outside of a cafe. The chair opposite you empty. You sat there staring off into space as you chewed on your bottom lip. Thinking about Lando’s sudden change in personality.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it too hard before a coffee was placed in front of you. You looked up to meet Lando’s eyes as he sat down across from you.

“Everything okay?” His eyebrows furrowed, he almost looked concerned.

“Uh- yeah!” “But how did you know this is my favorite coffee?” You pointed down to the cup in front of you.

A smile grew on his face. You could never get sick of seeing that kind smile.

“I pick up on things you know” He seemed so satisfied with himself as he took a sip of his own coffee, leaning back in his chair.

After a good Friday on track in Miami, you walked towards the garage on Saturday, sporting an unusually bright smile. Maybe the reason for it was the work environment?

Everyone in the garage had been in such a better mood this race weekend, you couldn’t put your finger on why. But, even Lando had a smile on his face most of the time. He was so much easier to work with, and started being really kind to the mechanics and engineers, and everyone basically.

The good mood was probably just because the team had been doing so good lately, and Miami was a great track for Red Bull. Yeah, of course it was just that.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw Sophie walking towards you. She looked confused and something akin to anger. It made you slow your speed as your smile dropped, worry setting in.

When she finally caught up with you she whisper-yelled at you. “Have you slept with Lando again?!”

She immediately figured out the answered when you looked down at the ground and mumbled a quiet “oh fuck”.

“Jesus Y/N” she sighed.

“I- uh- shit.” “It just happened one time ok!” Your eyes met her in a pleading look.

She didn’t answer, but relief washed over you when she cracked a smile and chuckled.

“Shit, this bad isn’t it?” She smiled even more at your question.

“No, actually not”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her answer.

“I just asked because I had to do some media work with Lando and Oscar, and Lando has never been that easy to work with. And he was smiling and laughing more than I have ever seen.” “And I know why” She nodded, seeming so secure in her reason.

“Oh that's good!” “But yeah, that's because he’s been getting good results lately and Miami’s going to be great for him no?”

“No” You looked at her even more confused.

“He’s more happy now, than when he got his first win. And the only thing that has changed around him since then, is that you have been sleeping with him.” She looked so smug, and so confident.

You let out a short laugh. “You’re insane Sophie” “You’re suggesting he’s happier because we have been sleeping together?”

“I’m not suggesting. I know”

“Bullshit” You scoffed. “I don’t have time for this Sophie, I have to get to the garage”

“I’ll join you!”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes.

You walked into the garage with Sophie beside you as she talked about what media work she had for the rest of the day.

The second you walked towards where Lando’s car was parked, Sophie was interrupted.

“Y/N! there you are!” Lando was almost jogging over towards you, a warm smile on his face.

As he stopped in front of you, and looked down at you with such a soft look, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“We need to do the seat check, and you’re the only one who can get it right” He chuckled.

Your eyes flickered over to Sophie and you saw her smirking back at the two of you. Looking back at Lando, he just looked at you, like he was waiting for an answer.

“Oh- uh- Yeah” “Of course” You tried your best to not seem flustered.

Lando’s smile grew just a bit more and he nodded, making his way to get into his car. You looked back at Sophie and she whispered “I am so right” before she winked at you and turned to talk to some of the mechanics. .

Coming back to it, you walked over to the car and leaned over the halo, closer to where Lando was sitting.

“So, you think something needs adjusting?” You turned your head to look him in the eyes.

Your faces so close to each other as he looked back at you. And yeah, you had slept with him two times now, but the atmosphere was so different in a situation like this.

He quickly turned his head to look straight ahead before speaking.

“Yeah, just this bit here” He pointed at what he was talking about, and you nodded before standing up to go retrieve the tool you needed.

Coming back, you leaned back over the halo, and luckily it was in a place that was fairly easy to access while he was still in the car. So when you finished, you turned back to Lando.

“Like that?”

Lando didn’t answer, but as he looked at you, he slowly lifted his hand and tucked some hair behind your ear.

“Perfect” he whispered.

You could feel his breath on your face as you just stared back at him, stunned. And he just kept looking at you with those soft eyes that you were completely lost in.

Your ”staring contest” was interrupted when someone shouted for Lando. Finally being able to move, you stepped back and turned over to your workbench, and tried to shake it off. Your cheeks warm, you probably resembled a tomato.

You tried reminding yourself that he was still a dick he was probably just faking being nice so you would keep sleeping with him or something. Yes. That was definitely it.

After Lando left the garage with the person who was calling him, Jonas walked up to you.

“Is it just me or has Lando been weirdly nice lately?” He leaned towards you as he spoke quietly so no one would hear.

You turned to look at him, eyes wide, your facial expression betraying you. He leaned back and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused about your reaction.

You tried your best to brush it off like it was nothing. “Yeah, I just thought it was because he finally got his win, and is getting consistently good results” You forced a smile to try and seem normal, but your mind was running wild about what Sophie had said.

“Yeah sure” “That has to be it” He started smirking before he slowly walked away, still smirking at you. Your mind was panicking.

You walked into the Red Bull factory, bright and early in the morning, the warm spring sun making you mood ten times better.

As you walked past the trophy wall, you saw some people putting in two new trophies. One for first place, and one for second. Lando won in Miami, and Max came second.

You thought back to the podium where you stood underneath it all as you watched Lando get drowned in champagne, huge smile on his face. He looked irresistible up there. Good thing you didn’t get a moment alone with him after the podium. You probably would’ve folded like a lawn chair if you did.

All you had today was a bunch of boring meetings, and office work.

The day went by slowly, and when it was finally time to go home. You packed up everything into your bag. And while you stood there, you felt a presence beside you.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here today sweetheart” You could hear that familiar smirk in his voice. It made you roll your eyes.

You turned around and looked at him. He was standing so close, no doubt on purpose.

“Yes, you did” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Now, how would I know that?” His smirk somehow grew.

“Why else did you come all the way over here to my desk?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Hope” He said softly, and the look in his eyes changed.

It took you aback. How he was able to change so quickly from his usual cheeky self, to sweet and kind. You didn’t get to reply before he spoke again.

“You wanna walk out together?”

“Um- Yeah sure” You grabbed your bag and walked beside him through the building.

Walking out of the doors, The two of you walked towards the car park, and stopped in front of Lando’s car. He looked over at you.

“Did you drive here?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him.

“Oh, okay” He sounded almost disappointed, but quickly brushed it away. “See you soon then!” He smiled big at you before getting into his car.

You just managed to blurt out “See you!” before he closed his car door, and drove off.

You stood there confused for a second, before you decided not to think too much about it and just get in your own car and drive home.

You had made yourself a nice dinner, and plopped down in front of the tv to watch your favorite comfort show.

After finishing, you put the dishes in the dishwasher, and your phone vibrated from your pocket. You pulled it out, and when the screen lit up, you saw the name “Lando Norris”.

“hey are you home?”

You felt your eyebrows furrow in confusion. But you still typed out a reply.

“yeah why?”

He responded right away.

“sorry, I’m just really bored and I want to see you”

“Lando…”

“do you just want sex?”

“no!” “I know it sounds like that haha but I just want company”

Your heart made the decision for you. Fuck it.

“here’s my address;”

It didn’t take long before you heard a knock on your door, and you opened it for him to come in.

After he stepped inside, you closed the door behind him. And while your back was still turned to him, you felt his hands wrap themselves around your torso, holding you tight against him. And his forehead rested on your shoulder. It made you stop in your tracks, confused.

“A-Are you okay?” you asked softly.

“Yeah” “I am now” His voice muffled because of your sweater.

You didn’t really know what to do, so you stayed still.

Eventually he said something.

“You smell good” He mumbled as he buried his head further into your shoulder.

“Oh- um- thanks” You felt your face heat up. Strange how a compliment like that had such an effect on you.

He just kept holding you, and you had been standing like this for a good few minutes now.

“You wanna go sit down on the couch?”

“Fine” He hesitated, but slowly pulled back until you could step aside and make a move towards the couch.

Sitting down, you reached forward to pick the remote off the table while you felt Lando sit down beside you. You pressed play on what you had been watching earlier, and turned over to look at Lando with a questioning look.

He looked back at you with an innocent look, like he was kind of intimidated by your stare.

"So.. Why did you really want to come?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I honestly just wanted to spend time with you” He breathed out.

“Weirdo” You whispered while you leant back into the couch. You heard Lando let out a chuckle.

You shifted your eyes to the tv, and tried to pay attention to it. But from the corner of your eye, you could see Lando shuffling closer to you, until your shoulders, and thighs were touching.

You turned your head to look up at him. He was already looking down at you with a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and fuzzy. That man could make you feel so many emotions just from his eyes alone.

Despite wanting to drown in his eyes, you turned your head away, and looked back at the tv.

Lando was sitting there, still looking at your face studying the tv. He feared he might have pushed it too far, coming here, sitting so close. But the feeling of you leaning into his body silenced his mind quickly, and he made himself a little more comfortable as he relaxed against you.

You had been sitting in silence for what felt like 15 minutes, until you decided to say something.

“Sorry if this is really boring” “You want to do something else?” You looked over at him through the corner of your eye.

“No I’m not bored” “But is there something you had in mind?” He looked back at you.

You had just the thing. You stood up and walked over to where your Nintendo switch was, in the stand by the tv. You hooked everything up and grabbed the controls, walked back over and handed one to Lando.

“Mario Kart”

Lando’s smirk grew, “Oh baby, you know I’m going to win.” His eyes giving you a sympathetic look.

“Oh Lando..” “You just wait and see pretty boy” You gave him that same sympathetic look, and your hand reached up to softly hold the side of his face.

Lando could feel his heart beat faster. The way you looked at him and held his face. And when you called him “pretty boy” he was done for. He really considered letting you win just by the sheer confidence radiating from you. But when you booted up the game and started choosing the character, his usual competitive personality came back, and he would do everything he could to beat you.

You were on the last track, and the two of you had been so even, so whoever won this track, won the game. Lando was sweating, he would say he was surprised that you were this good, but he honestly wasn’t.

You were in first place, Lando hot on your tail. And you had just entered the last round, and Lando could see his victory slipping away. He looked over at you and saw how focused you were, your tongue sticking out of your mouth in concentration.

He saw his perfect opportunity to strike. So he bumped his knee against yours.

“Hey!” “No fair!” You kept your eyes on the screen as you tried to keep your focus.

Lando then decided to do the worst, and threw away everything he worked so hard for when one of his hands left the controller and stretched out to grab onto your waist. Making your whole body jolt with the contact.

And soon after, he started tickling you. You tried your best to make it to the finish line, you really did. But you had no control over how your body reacted to the insistent tickling.

So the controller flew from your hands, as you tried to stop his arms from moving, to no use. He kept going, now, somehow hovering above you.

Finally, he gave you a moment to breathe, his hands still holding on to your sides, as he just looked down at you trying to catch your breath.

You closed your eyes, focusing on your breath. You felt Lando bury his head in the crook of your neck, and his arms circled your waist so he was holding around you, making you arch your body up against him. He put his whole body weight on yours as he laid down on top of you. And you felt him slowly breathing in and out against your neck.

You didn’t know what to say or do, so you just let him be. You just closed your eyes and figured you might as well enjoy the comfort, because it was really really comfortable. You lifted your arms and carefully wrapped them around him, so they were resting on his strong back.

When Lando felt your arms wrap around him and rest on his back, he automatically buried his head just a bit more, and tightened his grip around you, so you were even closer than before, if that was even possible.

You could hear the quiet background music still coming from the unfinished game. And you could both hear and feel that Lando’s breath was slowing down, and his body relaxing against you.

Lando was almost falling asleep. He tried to fight it, but you were just so comfortable. And he didn’t want to admit it, but just the fact that he was holding around you, and you him, was making him feel safe and sound. Lando was on the verge of snoring, and you were noticing.

“Lando” “Are you falling asleep?” You softly whispered, a question you already knew the answer to.

“No” you felt him mumble against your skin. The sound in his voice making it clear that he was lying.

Lando felt your body shake as you let out a short giggle.

“Was it that obvious?” You felt him smile against your skin.

“You were almost snoring” “So, yes.” You kept giggling.

Lando let out a short chuckle before he lifted his head so he looked down at you.

“Well, It’s your fault that you’re so comfortable” He smiled. Such a sweet smile you loved that you were seeing more of.

Your smile mimicked his as you looked up at him. Lando’s eyes quickly darted across your face, looking at all of your features, committing them to his memory. You looked angelic. Your smile warming up his heart that had grown a bit too cold in recent years. He was already feeling the effects of your warmth. His smile being more common than it used to be. And portraying a kindness to try and match yours. If anyone knew how he felt, they would say he was falling in Love.

Your smile faded, but a soft look still remained on your face. The way that Lando was looking at you, it was like you were completely naked and vulnerable in front of him. But the emotion behind his eyes showed only comfort and admiration. So it wasn’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite.

In that moment, you hoped he would never stop looking at you like that. And to Lando, he would never even want to stop looking at you at all.

Without either of you noticing, your faces had gotten so close, to the point where your lips were just barely touching. Your hands came up to cradle both sides of his face, and the comfort of the feeling, made Lando capture your lips in a soft kiss.

He was in control, and he was kissing you oh so slowly and carefully. Lando had turned so soft and kind, like he cared for you, deeply. He kissed you like you were fragile, Which you both knew from experience that you weren’t. You couldn’t take it anymore.

One of your hands traveled up to tug at his hair, and the other wrapped around his bicep that was beside your head, nails digging into the skin, hoping it could signal him into doing more.

Either Lando didn’t pick up on your signs, or he did it on purpose. But that man did nothing to heat up the kiss. If anything, he almost kissed you slower.

So you decided to wrap your legs around his waist, your core meeting the bulge in his pants. Unfortunately, he was only half hard, but that was something you intended on changing in a matter of seconds.

You started moving your hips slowly, up and down against his length, it solicited a small hum from his throat. But that was all it did. Somehow Lando kept his composure.

But you could feel his dick twitching in his pants. The friction you received from it was making you quietly moan into his mouth. You were going to break him. Make him snap.

You disconnected your legs from him, and you almost heard him whine at the loss of contact. Both of your hands landed on his chest, and you gave a little push, signaling him. He sat up on his knees, and looked down at you, his eyes hooded.

You sat up on your knees in front of him and gave him another small shove in the chest. “Lay down.” You breathed out.

He did what you said, and layed down on his back, looking up at you with anticipation. You lifted yourself so you could sit back down over his thighs, straddling him.

You sat far enough back that his now very obvious bulge was right in front of your core.

You looked back up to find Lando’s eyes and the darkened, familiar look you saw in them, made a shiver run down your spine.

As you kept eye contact, you brushed your fingertips over his clothed dick. It made his eyes flutter close, and he tilted his head all the way back, his neck more exposed.

You flattened your palm over the bulge, and moved your hands up and down along the length, in a slow and soft pace. You could see the veins on Lando’s neck getting more visible, as he was straining himself, trying to chase the movement of your hand with his hips.

His breathing was ragged, and his eyes squeezed shut. And small, choked whimpers came from him. He looked so pretty.

You decided to give him what he wanted. And when Lando felt your hand disappear, his eyes shot open to beg you for more. But when his eyes landed on you, you had already opened the button on his pants, and dragged the zipper down.

Lando didn’t have a moment to register it, before your hand was wrapped around his length. A guttural moan came out of him, eyes squeezing shut again.

While your hand was starting to slowly move up and down, with the other, you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock. Moving further and further down to hold on to his balls.

You could tell you were doing a good job, just by the amount of sounds coming from Lando. Both his hands had formed fists, his knuckles white as he was doing everything in his power to not snap.

You swiped your thumb across the tip, collecting the precum that had seeped out. His breath shuddered, and he opened his eyes to look at you with a pleading look.

It almost made you do exactly what he wanted, almost. But instead, you stopped your movements, and decided to torture him a little.

So you made your way to stand up and walk off. But the second your feet were on the ground, and your back turned to him. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you back down.

You were both sitting on your knees, your back against his chest, and you could feel him poking against your backside. You felt heat flow to your core just at the thought of what he was going to do now.

Lando grabbed on to the hem of your shirt, and tore it off. His hands immediately finding your bra, unclasping it, and throwing it towards where your shirt went.

His hands forcefully grabbed your breasts and he ground his hips into your ass, moaning into your ear.

You could do nothing but wait for his next move. One of his hands slowly traced along your stomach, making its way down to the hem of your pants, while his other hand was wrapped around your torso, holding you tight against him.

His hand found the button on your pants, and unbuttoned it with one hand, and slowly slid down the zipper.

His chin was resting on your shoulder, as he looked down to see his hand sliding into your panties.

You threw your head back at the feeling, resting it on his shoulder. One of his fingers found your hole, and collected the wetness there.

“Oh, so wet” He cooed in your ear.

His finger found your clit as he started circling it slowly. Your mouth had opened, as you let all of your sounds spill out.

Soon he added more pressure, and his touch was more focused. If he kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before you came.

You tilted your head so your mouth was close to his ear, and you whimpered. “fuck Lando” “Please keep going” You begged.

Quickly, without warning, he pulled his hand out. You whined in complaint.

“Not so fun now, is it?” He spoke directly in your ear.

You didn’t even have time to reply before he was pulling your pants down to your knees, and instructing you to lift them, so he could take them all the way off.

You did what he said, leaning your upper body forward on the couch, ass up towards him.

After he tore yours off, you turned your head over your shoulder, to see him hurrying to take his own off.

His hand landed on your back, pushing your upper body further into the couch, your face squished in the cushions.

Both of his hands slid down to your ass, and grabbed it firmly, enjoying the sight. And shoved you even more, so he could see more of you.

You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you felt one of his hands slide further towards your core. And then you felt how close he was when he spoke.

“God, you’re beautiful” He was in awe, just looking at you.

But soon, his finger found your wet hole, and slowly slid inside. You sighed into the couch cushion, and moved your hips back onto his finger, taking in as much as you could.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be inside you. He quickly removed his finger, and you were about to complain. But before you could get a word out, his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you back towards him. His dick slid inside so well, filling you up just like you wanted. The feeling almost making you scream.

He let out a loud groan, finally getting the feeling of you being wrapped around him again. He had a tight grip on your hips as he pulled you back to meet his hips everytime he shoved himself inside you.

His thrusts were getting rough and hard, and you were loving every second of it. Him in complete control, and you babbling incoherent sounds into the cushions.

You felt the heat build up inside you, and you were getting close. Lando kept his pace up and you could feel his balls slapping against you, the sound of your skin slapping together and both of you moaning was unholy.

You felt Lando lean forward, arm wrapping around your waist, and the other around your chest, so his palm was flattened right against your beating heart. You didn’t even have time to think about what he was doing, the new angle making you see stars.

Lando pulled your body up as he sat back on his knees. your back against his chest. Just like you were earlier.

He held you tight against him, as he now fucked up into you. You didn’t think the angle of him inside you could get any better, but oh, how wrong you were.

You heard Lando swearing under his breath, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder, a moaning mess, and so close. “Lando..” “I’m clo-”

You didn’t get to finish your words before you felt the hand that was wrapped around your waist, slide down to circle his middle finger around your clit. You almost screamed out, the pleasure almost being too much.

And when you felt his other hand wrap around your throat and squeeze, you were done for. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as it all came crashing down.

Your thighs were shaking, and your walls were constricting around him, milking him for all he was worth, which sent him over the edge.

He let out a soft whimper as he came, the sound alone almost making you cum for a second time.

His arms wrapped tightly around your middle, almost hugging you as his forehead rested against your shoulder.

He took some deep breaths, breathing in your scent, and hummed against you. You felt him growing soft inside you, and some of your fluids started running down your thighs.

You felt Lando softly lift your hips so he could slide out of you, the emptiness making you whine. He chuckled before he kissed your shoulder and stood up. You collapsed forward on the couch, too tired so stay sitting on your knees.

You heard Lando walk away towards the bathroom, and soon after, you heard the shower start. You furrowed your brows, a bit confused. Kind of a dick move to just hop in the shower and leave you collapsed on the couch.

You didn’t even hear Lando walk back out until you felt his fingers softly gracing your arm as he asked you; “You think you can stand up?”

You turned your head and looked up at him, you saw a glint in his eyes when he looked at you, no doubt caused by how absolutely fucked out of your mind you looked.

You softly nodded against the soft pillows and muttered out a “Maybe” as you lifted yourself up and tried to stand up. Lando’s hand held onto your bicep just in case you needed any help. And he looked like he was ready to catch you if your knees even buckled.

Which they did, and Lando immediately wrapped his free arm around your waist, holding you up with such a force that your toes were the only thing touching the ground.

After he just fucked you like that, he was so soft and caring. You really liked this side of him, and silently wished you could see more of it.

Lando’s eyes searched yours with a hint of worry. But they softened when you reassured him you were fine. But he kept an arm wrapped around you as he walked the two of you towards your bathroom, where the shower had been heating up.

He helped you step inside, and followed after you. And the two of you enjoyed a nice warm shower together, him holding around you almost the entire time, constantly worried your legs would give out.

You were softly awakening, feeling your hair being brushed behind your ear, and soft fingers tracing your face. You slowly opened your eyes to find his eyes looking back at you.

Lando had a lovesick smile on his face. “You look so beautiful in the morning” His voice was deep and raspy.

You felt yourself blush and you lifted the covers to hide your face.

Lando sat upright and lifted one of his hands to try and tug the cover away, “No, don’t hide” “I want to see you”

You peeked your eyes over the covers, seeing nothing but truth behind Lando’s eyes. You lowered the covers.

“Thank you baby” His smile grew, and you saw his eyes searching your face, like he was trying to count the freckles on your skin. It gave you a moment to do the same, now really noticing the moles beside his nose, and the ones scattered across his cheeks.

You noticed his face coming closer to yours, and when you met his eyes you saw how he was looking at your lips. You sat up and met him halfway, reaching up to hold his face, dragging him back down. He threw out an arm to hold himself above you, leaning more into the kiss.

Lando was the one to pull back, and looked at you with a glint in his eye, like he knew something you didn’t.

Before you had time to think about your words, your mouth opened.

“Why are you so nice now?” You saw his mouth frown slightly, the sight making you wince. You wanted to take it back.

You opened your mouth again to try and fix your mistake, but Lando was quicker.

“I know..” “I have been thinking about it myself” He sighed and laid down beside you, and quickly glanced at you before he looked anywhere but you.

You saw that he was struggling, regret seeping into your veins. “I’m sorry Lando, I didn’t mean it” “You don’t have to say anything” “I’m so sorry” You carefully looked at him, wanting nothing more than to smack yourself for talking before thinking.

“No, no” “I’m just trying to collect my thoughts. I’m not that great with words” He let out an awkward chuckle.

His eyes finally met yours again, and you could see the vulnerability behind Lando’s eyes. He smiled softly before speaking again.

“My last few seasons at McLaren were not good. The car was not working for me, and I wasn’t doing good mentally, so I really started to spiral. I made the mistake of not talking about it, and that only made it worse.” “It made me angry and resentful. Which made me lose the people close to me.” “I got so used to being like that, thinking it was the best solution. And then I made the move to Red Bull, it made it better in the sense that the car was better, I was less miserable. But It still didn’t change my attitude and anger. Thinking that if I went back to being the old me, it would hurt me.”

“So when we slept together the first time, it made me feel so confident.” He smiled sheepishly at you.

He continued. “And when we slept together that second time, it made me feel unstoppable. And that morning, I was so comfortable around you that I didn’t even think about how I was acting. It was such a nice morning. The nicest one I’ve ever had.” You felt yourself blush.

“And after that day, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I found happiness in everything, something I haven’t felt in a long time. It never even crossed my mind about my change in attitude, until people asked me about it.” “And when I thought about it, I just thought about you.” His eyes no longer met yours, a shyness about Lando that you had never seen.

“When I’m with you, I feel like myself again”

Lando couldn’t bear to look at you. A realization hit him about what he just told you. He just started talking about his feelings, and he had told you everything, something he didn’t think he would ever do.

Lando felt your soft hand on the side of his face, and he felt you now laying on top of him, hugging him. You buried your face in his neck. You were speechless. Lando had said he wasn’t good with words, but that was a complete lie.

He had confessed something to you that no one ever had. No one had ever told you that you were the reason they could feel like themselves. You didn’t really know how to feel about that.

Lando started to feel something wet hit the sides of his neck. His eyes shot open in realization. “Are you crying?” He asked you with so much concern in his voice.

Oh shit, you got caught. You tried to carefully keep your breathing steady as you slowly shook your head.

“Y/N, look at me please” He almost whispered.

You slowly lifted your head to look at him, and when your eyes met his, you could see the worry in them.

His hands cradled the sides of your face, and a thumb flew out to swipe away a falling tear.

“Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong” More worry found its way in Lando’s eyes.

“No” You softly shook your head as you whispered.

You lifted a hand to hold on to one of his. “No one has ever said something like that to me before” You let out a small breath before you continued.

“Thank you Lando” You sighed, a soft smile on your face.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you thanking me?”

Your smile grew. “You just bared your soul to me, Lando.” “And you told me that I make you feel like yourself again.”

“Yeah, so if anything, I should thank you, for listening to me” His thumb swiped across your cheek again.

“Lando. You shouldn’t have to thank me for listening to you.” “I would never want to stop listening to you”

“Please never leave me” He said it like he was actually begging you. His eyebrows furrowed.

“I wouldn’t even dream about it” You leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

And when you pulled back to look at him. You started to recognize the look in his eyes, it was like he was looking at the world. The universe. And he found that in your eyes.

Who's crying? not me! (yes I am.)

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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one piece smau: dating sanji edition

— modern! au , so fun , slight nsfw bc sanji is funny like that ig LMFAO

— SANJI X MALE READER one of my favorite pairings to ever cross the universe

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lvrboy[name]: oh my god hes so fine someone give me this guys' number

[name]s.chef: BEAUTIFUL BOY MY NUMBER IS XXX-XXX-XXXX PLEASE SAVE MY CONTACT AS PRINCE SANJI I WILL ALWAYS BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL

-> dni_nami: no fucking way, why did this guy just leak his number TO HIS OWN BOYFRIEND

uso_pp: the day sanji doesn't comment in all caps to his boyfriends posts is the day the apocolypse comes

-> roro.zoro: fr why he always yelling at him....

-> freeluffy: sanji is so aggressive to his own boyfriend, should we help [name]? -> [name]s.chef: YOU MORONS HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE AND IT SHOWS

-> uso_pp: ruhroh he angry

love.pudding: is he single?

-> [name]s.chef: I AM A GAY MAN AND IN LOVE WITH MY FUTURE HUSBAND - I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE ELSE BUT MY LOVER, I AM A LOYAL MAN TO MY BOYFRIEND. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME OR HIM IF YOU WISH TO DATE EITHER OF US. WE ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE AND ALWYS WILL BE.

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[name]s.chef: I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY HES THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM

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dni_nami: never seen you smile that wide before

-> roro.zoro: i wish i never saw it, it's terrifying

-> [name]s.chef: i fucking hate you, dont interact with any of my posts you idiot

-> [lvrboyname]: holy shit whenever you guys breathe do you have to insult each other

-> [name]s.chef: I WON'T ANYMORE MY BABY

SUPERCOLA: do you guys remember when sanji said he hated [name] and rejected the idea of being in love with him.

-> lvrboy[name]: LMFAOAOOA

-> {name]s.chef: that wasnt me, that was my evil twin that was plotting on my downfall.

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lvrboy[name]: personal bottle boy <3

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[name]s.chef: until the bed breaks. as many rounds as you want, any position you want, anything.

-> dni_nami: sanji please be fucking normal challenge

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dr.law: is this sanitary???

-> lvrboy[name]: deez nuts in your mouth are about to be sanitary

-> [name]s.chef: TELL HIM BABY TELL HIM !!!

-> dr.law: this shit doesnt even make sense ???

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freeluffy: i can't eat when sanji is making out with [name] across from me. i'm never going out with these two again.

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uso_pp: LMFAO i thought it was known to never go out with sanji and [name]? sanji just ends up ignoring you and only paying attention to [name]

-> [name]s.chef: and that's the way it should be. who else should i pay attention to when my beautiful, handsome, erethral boyfriend is right in front of me?

robinkills: i have never heard luffy sound so serious before, what did you two do to him?

-> roro.zoro: probably traumatize him

lvrboy[name]: i'm sorry lu, i'll make it up to you sometime

-> freeluffy: pay for my meals on campus for a week straight :D

-> lvrboy[name]: i'll pay for it for two weeks, i'm really sorry luffy </3

-> [name]s.chef: DONT STEAL MY BOYFRIEND FROM ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT I'LL SKEWER YOU ALIVE

roro.zoro: i think i vomitted in my mouth a little bit, happy for you guys ig.

-> lvrboy[name]: thank you...?

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lvrboy[name]: my bby in crop tops >>>

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[name]s.chef: I WILL WEAR WHATEVER YOU WANT BABE WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY, I'LL WEAR. I HAVE EYES FOR NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!!

-> lvrboy[name]: i love you so much muah

SUPERCOLA: sanji and [name] stop making out challenge literally fucking impossible.

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-> skullnsoul: they're so funny

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[name]s.chef: my beautiful boy suprised me by preparing me food with his own recipe today, i think i could cry genuine tears. you guys don't understand how happy i am that i found him and am now able to call him mine. i will love [name] until my last breath. i am so, so lucky.

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uso_pp: okay i guess this was a cute post or whatever.

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lvrboy[name]: sanji i'm gonna cry :< i love u sm too

-> [name]s.chef: pls dont cry my love

ttchopper: my favorite couple, you two are so sweet!

roro.zoro: cant even say anything mean, this is very heartwarming

-> lvrboy[name]: sanji won't tell you this but he giggled and kicked his feet when he read this.

lvrboy[name]'s story

my boyfriend's so fucking sexy-

[name]s.chef replied to your story: CAN I KISS YOU PLEASE COME BACK TO BED SO I CAN KISS YOU PLEASE CAN I KISS YOU CAN I PLEASEEE-

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theblueflower05 · 10 months

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Yawnyewla(Broken Heartedness) | Part Two

A/N: It has been a crazy month or so, real life has brutalized me. Sorry you guys are getting this chapter later than planned Avatar + the Omegaverse has been my comfort lately. @cinetrix you have been especially supportive and I lova ya bby. Thank you for making me some Mega Neteyam to keep my writing brain on! The art below is made by her and omg right?

Word Count: 10k+

Warnings: Alien sex. Alien Genitalia. Oral sex(female and male receiving), Fingering(female and male receiving) Cursing. Angst(it’s me, duh) and mild talks about past grooming. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics.

Summary: You’re the Metkayinan Olo’eykete in training, but sometimes even you buckle under the crippling pressure. Will Neteyam be there to comfort you?

Omega Neteyam x Female Alpha Reader

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Part Three>

You only ever touch me in the dark,

Only when we’re drinking can you see my spark.

And only in the evening would you give yourself to me,

Cause the night is your woman and she’ll set you free

-Lies, Marina and the Diamonds

Your life had always been ruled by carefully crafted routine. Early mornings as the sun rose on the glittering sea, and late nights after most were tucked away.

Being the eldest daughter in any family came with its own list of responsibilities. But for you, the eldest of the reigning Olo’eyktan and Tsahik who also happened to be an Alpha, it seemed like you had been born with duty running through your bloodstream. Burdened with glorious purpose.

It had been clear from an early age just what was expected of you. A life, lived for your people, was your destiny.

And at most times that was okay.

You were happy to serve, it was in your nature to care for others. Good Alpha’s, your mother had taught you, are not ruled by ego. Or violence. Strength comes from within, is a honed skill like fishing or net weaving. Strength is taking care of your family. Helping the elderly and the young. Making sure everyone has a full belly before they lie their head down for bed.

You we're a good Alpha, or at least you tried to be. You knew you could be if you tried. If you could just be calm for long enough to focus.

Ronal liked to say that you were more like the ocean than anyone she had ever met. She had birthed the sea incarnate- with its strong crashing, never faulting, waves. It’s vastness. It’s life-giving vitality.

And its wild nature.

There was something unsettled about you. Deep down, you would never be still. There was a need to learn. Explore. To fight and scream and run. An untamed side of you that Ronal and Tonowari had watched with equal parts amusement and hesitancy during your childhood.

From a young age you’d jumped from the highest cliffs. Sailed out past the reef. Engaged in fights with warriors twice your size, Limping away from tussles with a crimson tinged grin and your big blue eyes sparkling.

The older you get, the more you try to temper it. You desperately attempt to shove it somewhere hidden and out of sight. You can't be what anyone wants you to be with all of this restlessness inside of you. You can't support your father's throne or keep your people healthy-

There’s no room for it. For you, at your core. In your soul.

No one wants a wild woman.

You’d heard it before, it had left a bitter taste in your mouth and a stain on your heart.

In your younger years you were a bit of a trouble maker, but you’d like to think you'd reformed. If only a little bit. It’s not like you truly had the time to get into messes anyway.

Especially not at this time of year.

Though it’s sacred, a time for joy and festivity, it’s exhausting. To say the least. With the Iknimaya ceremony and The Return of the Tulkun looming in the very near future, the village of Awa’atlu was a buzz.

There’s preparations to be made. And endless list of duties to fulfill-

And yet, this migration cycle, you lag.

Usually, you run around like an austrapede(chichen like creature) with its head cut off. Heading to your parents every word. Not getting a moment to truly breathe, your sole focus on making sure that the ceremonies went smoothly-

Something else entirely has your attention. A certain golden eyed man that had bewitched you completely.

You thought you had known infatuation before Neteyeam.

You've certainly had crushes before.

There had been others who caught your eye, definitely.

But this? You’d never felt anything close to this. You think about him when you awake in the morning and before you fall asleep. When you’re not with him, you're aching for the moment that you can find time to slip away and get your hands back on his hard, muscle corded body. Your mind constantly assaults you with images of him. His broad shoulders and long braids. His mouth, swollen and puffy. His deep moans as you bring him over the edge-

“Look at you” Your good friend, Akime, grunts through a laugh. Breaking you from your reverie.

You’d been sat with a group, working on repairing weapons for the Great Hunt that would ensue after the Iknimaya trials.

But Neteyam had walked by with his father.

Doing something mundane, toting heavy woven baskets to the big main Mauri for dinner. His arm muscles bulging in a way that had you greedily tracing his form. He’d only given you a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed. An even smaller smile.

“Shut your mouth-and focus on your whittling. I pity the poor soul who ends up with that lopsided spear” you retort with a roll of your eyes.

You're not embarrassed about being caught ogling. You knew you weren't the only one. The Omiticayan transplant was one of the most gorgeous Omega’s that had ever stepped foot on the islands. Everyone was a bit dazed.

“He’s very pretty, I'll give you that. But he’s so stand offish- I could never see you with a mate like that, yawne(beloved)” Akemi was your closest confidant outside of your family.

A Beta who stood much taller than you and had the brawn of two men but was the kindest Na’vi you’d ever met. A gentle giant so to speak. He wore his dark hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck most days and black ink tattoo’s swirled around most of his body. A decorated warrior and hunter with the tattoos to prove it.

Everyone had assumed the two of you would mate, until he met his husband. Another Beta Male from one of the smaller islands. The two had all but raised Akemi’s cousin, Roxto, after the abrupt and tragic passing of the younger boy's parents.

“He’s really not,” you sigh, shaking your head as you sharpen the blades.

“Oh? I don't think I've ever heard him speak more than a few words at a time. And he always has that look on his face- like he swallowed a Wonwon fruit(lemon like fruit)”

Neteyam has many skills, you’d learned as you’d spent endless hours training him. Being a social butterfly is surely not one of them. He clams up around big groups, gets nervous and awkward. You find it endearing, even though you know the Omega is really hard on himself for it. He’s actually really funny and easy to talk to when you get to know him.

“He’s shy, be nice” you chide your friend easily. “There is nothing wrong with him not wanting to gab all day with any and everyone”

“Hah! I guess your loud skxawng ass can talk for the both of you. You never shut up” Akemi dodges the small shell you throw at him “But really, he’s so different then what you usually go for-” Akemi goes on and if it was anyone else you’d shove them off. Tell them to mind their own business.

Neteyam had made it clear that he wanted to keep what the two of you had under wraps, at least for now. And even though that wasn't what you particularly wanted, you respected his wishes.

“And what is it I usually go for, pray tell?” your brow bone rises, confrontational and curious.

“People just as annoying as you” Akemi dead pans and you can’t help but snort “You like Na’vi who challenge you. Who are just as bold and loud and daring. Is he not too…soft for you, my friend?”

In the past you had been attracted to men and women who matched the spark in you. And it had always ended in misery. In yelling and fighting and you questioning if you're meant to be alone because in partnerships you seem to always chase away the other.

But with Neteyam it’s different. He isn't a challenge, he doesn't want to knock you down a peg or make you change…he only wants to be your equal.

“Just because he’s quiet doesn't mean he’s soft” you defend the Omega like he’s your own, because that’s all you want. You want to wear his bite “He’s actually the fiercest warrior I’ve ever trained. His skillset is unmatched. I mean, I can keep up with him. But just barely”

Akemi chews this over. Continuing to carve at the spear in his hands “It sounds like he’s impressed you” and that's not an easy feat. You both know. “I'm excited to see his performance for the Iknimaya”

You are too. You can't wait to watch Neteyam shine.

The ocean had not been his chosen terrain, but oh. How beautiful it had been to watch him master it. He rode Tsurak like he had been doing so for years. Uses the crossbow like it had been made just for him.

You liked your partner's competent, and Neteyam checked every. Single. Box.

“If he has you caught in his net, why don't you announce your courtship?” Akemi questions because he knows he can. That he’s your best friend and that you and those walls and that strong strong heart can be open with him.

You hesitate. Chew on your lip for a moment.

“He’s not ready for anyone to know yet” the words are hard. You get it. Neteyam’s not a fledged “adult” member of the Metkayina yet. But many court before their rites, before mating.

“Y/N…”Akemi sighs and it makes your hackles rise.

“It’s fine. It makes sense. He’ll come around after his Iknimaya- that’s the only reason why” you insist to your friend. To yourself.

Akemi purses his lips before he speaks. Choosing his words wisely “I hope that is the case, I truly do. But…you’re my closest friend. I only want your happiness, and investing your feelings into someone who doesn't reciprocate isn't the smartest move, yawne. I just don't want to see you fall into any old patterns”

He doesn't want to watch you pledge your love to another man who's going to stomp all over your feelings. It’d been devastating to bare witness to last time.

You don't like to speak of it. Try not to even think of it. But it doesn’t take from the fact that it had happened.

“I will be fine” You insist, a smile plastered on your face, fake as can be “I’d like to think i’m not that stupid anymore”

Akemi’s nostrils flare “You we’re never stupid, you were young. And vulnerable. You know that right-”

“Please” you interrupt him, head shaking firmly “I don't want to get into this now” or ever.

Most people know not to push you.

That you’d fight back tooth and nail when you feel threatened- but much like your family. Akemi isn't scared of your claws and slick mouth. He’s very much going to push the issue- but is interrupted before he can.

It’s Ao’nung and Roxto, coming down the beach.

Rough housing, tails bumping each other. Even if he hadn't been Akemi’s kin, Roxto would be your favorite of your little brothers friends. He kept Ao’nung in check.

“Y/N!” your brother calls as he approaches- “Sempul wanted you. Says he needs you to help with the Mauri renovations or something.”

He plops down beside you, all the way in your personal space, and you give him a look. Overgrown man-child. Whatever was he going to do when mother had the new baby and he wasn't the youngest anymore?

Roxto stays standing, greeting you politely like the good boy he was. Akemi had done wonders raising him. He turns to his cousin and speaks about plans for dinner for their grandmother.

“When?” you question. You really had hoped you’d be left out of that project, you weren't much of an architect and painting and plastering all day was b o r i n g beyond compare.

“This afternoon” Ao’nung continues.

“But I’m training Neteyam later” you push, your stomach dropping at the thought of not getting to spend your usual time with the Omega. It seems like these days the trainings were few and far between- and after his Iknimaya, he wouldn't need them at all.

“Not today. Tsireya’s gonna have all of ‘em, free diving practice I think” Ao’nung continues, as he reaches for your canteen. Taking big sloppy drink.

“But-”

“Fathers orders, not mine” Ao’ shrugs and you know that he’d had no part in the decision making. Was only an unfortunate messenger.

Still. You snatch your leather canteen with a hiss, standing up. “That's mine, you little freeloader. I hope you’re going to be helping Tsireya with her lessons, your still on thin ice from the Lo’ak incident”

“I am going to help!”

“Good, you better be nice to them” you warn as you gather your belongings and prepare for an afternoon of helping out with Mauris instead of with your sweet Neteyam. Your mood soured greatly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been nice lately, have I not? Roxto, haven't I been nice?” Aonung turns to his friend who does nod.

“As nice as Aonung can be, yeah” Roxto agrees and Neteyam punches his shoulder playfully, insisting that he had been a damn saint.

“Uhuh. Keep it up. Tsireya will tell me if you so much as whisper one sideways remark. You boys have a good rest of your afternoon” You give Ao’nung a pointed stare, ruffle Roxto’s hair, and pat at Akemi’s shoulder as you depart.

“We’ll continue our conversation later, Y/N!” Akemi warns, your back already turned.

You just wave at him without turning back- happy to have escaped the trauma laden conversation.

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You end up crawling into your bed that night, dead tired. You don't even burrow under your bed mat- instead you lie atop the covers. You have splinters under your nails from the hay like palm that was used to construct the pods. The afternoon had been long and boring, just as you’d known it would be.

But the worst part is that you hadn't gotten the chance to see Neteyam. To taste his saccharine kisses. As you stare at your beamed ceiling you think of only him.

When you fall asleep his face is behind your eyelids.

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After days and days of activity that had seemed to keep the two of you apart, you’re ready to snap. Antsy and eager and needy for just a moment of Neteyam’s time.

The Omega doesn’t seek you out- he just gives you those tiny little smiles and private glances across the fires during communal dinner. It drives you mad, your fingers itch to run through his hair. Your lips want to rerun that familiar path down his chest-

You know he has to miss you as much as you miss him…right?

You don't allow those seeds of doubt to plant. Instead, your brain, desperate for the chemical rush that came with being around Neteyam, begins to plot on how you’d get to see him next.

As you go through the motions of your day, there’s only one thing on your mind and that is the fact that you need to see the Omega.

You have to ask around to figure out where the eldest Sully sibling is- he’s helping out in the orchards. His expertise tree climbing skills of great use.

Hidden in the shadows of the tropical trees, you wait. Lurking like a predator. You feel like a puluakan stalking her prey as you watch Neteyam from a far. He’s helpful and polite, his usual quiet self as he works with the other Metkayina to harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables.

While everyone else starts to head back- he stays. Neteyam insists that can get the ones from the tallest trees on his own. He’s happy to be useful.

Perfect.

You’re a hunter, tried and true. The only place in life where you could hone in on your thin patience, be quiet. Take your time. You move quick and silent, closer to your target. Your heart flutters fast, visibly beating in your throat and your kuru tingling with excitement.

When he’s nearly within arm's reach, right there, you’re prepared to pounce-

-Of course, he pounces first.

A brutal flash of clashing blue as the two of you collide.

It takes all of your strength, years of training, but somehow it ends up with him pinned to the thick base of the Yovo tree. Panting and staring down at you with wide tawny eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“Hi” Though you’re a little breathless from the scuffle, you grin.

One of your hands on his shoulder, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. The other pressed against his waist. So close to him that you can feel his body heat.

“Hi” he’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him for too long. Of course, what most don't know about Neteyam- is that he’s a smart ass “You suck at stalking. I could hear you coming the moment you stepped out of the bush”

“No I don't” You cajole, a bubble of laughter building in your fast expanding chest “We’ve barely spoken in a week, and the first thing you do is be mean to me? It’s almost as if you didn't miss me at all”

“How are you gonna know to correct your form if I don't tell you?” He jests, struggling a little in your grip for good measure.

You give him a warning hiss.

This little game the two of you liked to play was usually fun, the push and pull of it all. A teasing filled hunter and prey routine that more often than not ended with Neteyam spreading his thighs as he finally let you have him.

You hadn't kissed your boy in days. You didn't have it in you to wait.

“I was hoping you’d want to tell me something other than how shit you think I am at hunting” you sigh, deep, for dramatic effect.

“What kind of other things?” Neteyam’s eyes keep flickering from your own, down to your mouth. His pink tongue peeks out, runs across the plush of his bottom lip and your knees feel a little weak.

“Things like you’ve missed me” you disclose, because you just can't help it. “Cause I’ve missed you”

You can feel him loosen under your hands, the fight draining. His ears twitch, lowering a bit, and his gaze goes unbearably tender.

“I’ve missed you” he confirms after a moment and it's all you need to hear.

You lunge, groaning the moment you're able to feel his kiss. It’s warm and wet. Full of little nips licks that drive you wild because they feel way too good. An all consuming kind of good- you feel him in your bones. When you release him, your grip on his shoulder falters, his arms wrap around you strong and tight.

You pull away, lips tingling and shiny “How much did you miss me?”

He groans and presses his lips back to yours, annoyed as you keep the kiss shallow. Pecks and light presses while he tries to force his tongue into your mouth. You herd even closer, caging him against the bark. His snuffles, cool air through his snout in annoyance “Y/N, come on”

Instead of responding, your hands begin to drift, fingers dragging across his indigo skin as they take their feel. Oh, this body. How you adored it. His strong shoulders and broad torso, all of that rippling muscle so sensitive and clenching under your touch. Your lips leave his, kissing sloppily across his cheek and down the hinge of his jaw. Stopping only when you can press your face into the place on his neck, right behind his ear, where his scent gland was pumping out that hypnotic musk.

Neteyam’s pheromones are like nothing you’ve ever encountered. They’re knock you on your ass strong, for one. You’d been able to smell him from across the beach the first time you’d met him-back when the Sully’s had descended from the sky. For two they’re foreign and unlike anything you’d previously encountered.

He smells of pine, herby and sharp. Of honeyed tree sap. Of fruit you’ve never learned the name of and the dew that stuck to the foliage in the mornings. It tingles in your nose as you inhale deeply, getting greedy lungfuls of his essence. Very much the scent of a virile young Omega in his prime.

Neteyam gets all shivery when you scent him like this. His head lulls to the side as he presents his entire smooth neck to you like a fucking prize.

It’s heady, the way he gives himself to you. How are you not supposed to be in love with him?

“Missed you so much” he whimpers as you lap at the gland “You’ve been so busy. I- ah, oh-” his speech is broken up. Overwhelmed by your mouth assaulting him and your dainty hand attempting to slip under his tweng “I didn't want to bother you”

You don't pull away when you speak, can't manage to tear your mouth from its ministrations. Instead, your words vibrate right into his skin “Please bother me, paskalin(sweet berry). Bother me all the time”

His laughter is as sweet as his scent, and you want to bathe in it.

Neteyam is an indulgence and you're gluttonous for him.

Screw your duties, whatever was waiting for you back at the village could do just that. Wait. It’s a bit scary how quickly you’re willing to put everything on the back burner if it meant you could spend just one sun drenched afternoon with him.

He looks good, in the shade of the palms. His eyes closed and cheeks flushed as the two of you ravage each other. Your hips knocking into one and other as you desperately rub against him through the layers of your clothing.

You’re completely wrapped up in him. You don't realize how much time you’ve spent just kissing him. You know that you’re needed for just about a billion different things but as you taste his spit you can't remember to care.

When you begin tugging at the cords of his tweng he sobers a bit, squirming. “What if someone sees, the gathering group might return”

“Fuck them” you mindlessly mutter, working at the blasted knots. You want his cock. You need to taste him on your tongue.

Neteyam huffs in amusement, reaching down to undo them for you. He always makes it look so easy with those long nimble fingers.

When he’s freed from his confines, your quick hands are all over him. Pawing at his bare inner thighs, groaning when your fingertips run along his dripping slit. You can already feel his manhood, rock hard, and poking out from the protective sheath of his body.

Neteyam is gorgeous and so, so sensitive. He’s throwing his head back, braids grinding against the bark as you play with him. Getting him all wet and messy between his strong thighs.

“Oh shit- shit, Y/N” he wheezes as you grasp his member in your hand, stroking him until he’s standing proud and fully erect.

Neteyam’s very much well endowed. He’s got girth yes, but Eywa he’s long. You wonder what it would be like to take him inside of you. You’re so sure that he would hit places that no other had before. You clench around nothing, can feel your knot internally swell, just dying to contract around him and milk him dry.

You can't, sadly. Not yet. Or you’d lay him down and sit right on his cock this very moment.

Instead you give him everything else. He’s moaning low in his throat as he squirms, and his hands disappear in your hair. Your eyes fight the urge to roll when his fingernails skritch at your scalp just right.

You're sinking then, down onto your knees. You want to taste him and your eager mouth envelopes his mushroom cock head at once. His earthy sweet taste explodes across your tastebuds and you don't know who moans louder, you or Neteyam.

You enjoy giving oral pleasure, you always had. It makes you feel powerful. You control Neteyam as you suckle on his manhood. When your hands come to play, inching down towards his hole he grunts and bucks hard. Your throat constricts around him with a gag.

Its so sexy. The way he chases his release makes you burn.

His virgin hole is tight, the muscles tense as you circle it with your fingers. The sounds Neteyam gurgles above you make it clear that he doesn't want you to stop. It’s a beyond snug fit as you push a single digit in.

The darker man practically sings. His abdominals clench and you’re pretty sure he’s about to blow-

When suddenly his hands fisting your locks go from holding you close, to pushing you away. You’re only haughtily confused for a moment.

The two of you freeze.

Sensitive ears twitching as the sound of crunching footsteps in the distance.

The orchard is large and full of fruit trees and bushes, making an escape without getting caught is easy enough. You slip behind an enormous berry bush, hidden easily by the thorned shrubbery. You’re vibrating with the thrill though, as you and Neteyam avoid being spotted. Just barely.

You don't think you would have minded if anyone would have caught you on your knees pleasuring your beautiful Omega.

Neteyam on the other hand doesn't look as happy as you. He actually seems kind of spooked. Crouching low and alert as the voices hum in the distance he re-ties his tweng with shaky hands. He doesn't relax until they pass and even then his shoulders stay tense.

“It’s okay, I never get caught, don't worry” You press a comforting hand to his side, and he sighs. Leaning into your touch despite himself.

You can tell the moment of passion is over and you hate it, although it probably is for the best.

“I have to go” you’re mournful of the fact” I’m sure they’re looking for me, back at the village”

His face falls, a little frown that’s cuter than it should be marring his features “Okay…”

You cup his cheek on your palm, making him look at you “We’ll get to be together soon, yes? I’m going out of my mind, I need make you come again”

Neteyam bites the inside of his lip hard “Soon” he agrees.

It takes everything for you to leave him in the orchard and not drag him straight to your bed.

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There are more moments like these as the weeks go on.

Stolen flashes of intimacy.

The two of you sneaking in kisses and groping touches wherever you can. It's always white hot, and over way too soon and somehow you feel even more desperate and strung out after them. Like you’re only getting a taste of what you so desperately want to savor.

You think you’re handling it pretty well. Hiding your split attention-

It all comes to a head at dinner.

The Inknimaya celebrations are only days away and the largest Mauri, the communal one right in the center of the village is packed to the brim with buzzing Na’vi.

You’re sat with your family and a group of high standing village leaders at the head of the meal. Tsireya on one side of you and your very pregnant mother on the other. Your Father sits, right in the middle, and Ao’nung to his side.

There is discussion of the rites and who will be present to officiate them and witness them.

You’re barely listening, so exhausted it’s hard to keep your eyes open. You could blame it on your busy day but really, it's because you and Neteyam had spent last night tangled in each other until the early hours of the morning eclipse.

You meet his gaze from across the crowded room.

Neteyam looks as tired as you feel. And still, he grins. A barely there thing just for you. When his hands move it’s subtle movements while no ones paying attention.

He signs, just the way you’d taught him. Only one word.

Tonight.

“Y/N- are you listening?” It’s your mothers voice, firm and cutting and breaking you from your own head.

“Of course” its an automatic lie as you pick at a piece of fish from your plate. You hadnt heard a thing she’d said.

She gives you THE look. A severe one that could make children cry. Good thing you aren't a child anymore.

You try not to feel too embarrassed by her obvious chiding as you rejoin the conversation.

“We were speaking about the First Hunt- there’s been many Nomura(giant man o war style jellyfish) just beyond the reef. Y/N, what is your stance on this matter?” An elder says, voice weary and weathered.

“This is not out of the norm for this time of year. All will be fine, we can set up a perimeter around the young hunters performing their rites” you nod, affirming him while not feeding into the hysteria. Elder Makiao was an anxious man after all.

“Are we sure that’s smart?” The cutting comment is made by the person you like the least.

Vaeyu is an Alpha and vetted warrior from a good family. He has high standing in the clan, and sits on your fathers council. Tall and broad, with dark ink splashed across his angular face and his meaty right arm almost blacked out with intricate tiny tribal markings.

He’s always got something to say and you sincerely wish that you could tell him to shut the fuck up.

Politics don't work that way, unfortunately. “Why would it not be smart? It is tradition, we will perform the rites as we always have, will we not?”

He nods, mulling it over, his lips pursed “Of course I would like to see them performed as they should be but we have…different members attempting this cycle. I would hate for any of our new Omiticayan friends to be put at even more of a disadvantage then they already are”

A surge of protective anger rages through you- years ago you might have lunged at him. But you’ve learned better, about controlling your own feelings. And about dealing with scum like Vaeyu.

You try to keep the appearance that you’re unaffected, for you know it will only fuel him if he can tell that he’s bothering you “I’m assuming you’re talking about Neteyam?” and you want to kill him for doing so.

“The eldest of the Forest children, yes” He goes on and really. The disrespect is dripping from his tone like venom. The fact that he hadn't even had the decency to refer to Neteyam by his name makes

“Neteyam is not a child” you speak slowly and control your tone. Not allowing your pheromones to spike with your annoyance “He’d already passed his rites back home, and is only repeating the process here out of respect”

Your father, ever observant, can see right through your attempt on staying civil and cuts through the tension with his deep timbre “She is right, he has shown nothing but competence since arriving. And from what I have seen, has excelled in training. I trust my daughter's abilities as a karyu. The boy will be given his chance as all others are”

Tonowari is cheif; he’d always given his people the freedom to question him. The openness to have meaningful conversation.

But everyone knew that directly challenging him is off limits.

“Ah. I see” Vaeyu deducts, using his sharp bladed knife to peel the skin of a fruit “Of course, Olo’eyktan. I trust your judgment. We will just have to hope he can keep up; you know the smell of blood draws those nasty creatures in”

The talks stray onto different topics and you try to get over the bitter taste left in your mouth.

You never want Vaeyu to speak of Neteyam again. If it was up to you the older warrior wouldn't even be able to look in his direction. Neteyam was too good for the likes of him.x

You’re more than happy when the man gets up and makes his leave, retreating for the night with his pregnant mate. Once upon a time the sight of his hand on her lower back and her cradling her stomach would hurt you. Now you’re just relieved as you watch them leave.

Your sister gives you a sympathetic pat on the hand.

The dinner on your plate is picked at, you can barely eat with the excitement of seeing Neteyam again bubbling. Tonight is going to be special. You’re going to give him the necklace you’ve been working on. He liked to act bashful, but you knew he loved your gifts and this one was the most important yet.

You offer Ao’nung the rest of your food, not wanting to waste, and try to make your exit.

“You have been very far away as of late”

Of course it can never be that easy.

Your mother is Tsahik for a reason. She is all knowing, with her keen eye and sharp senses, the tribe likes to say she has special Eywa given powers and you believe it. You just absolutely hate when she uses them on you.

Of course she’d notice you being off, even when you we’re trying so hard to keep it hidden.

“I am not sure I know what you mean” you feign innocence “I have been tired, and very busy, yes”

“No” she continues in that tone of hers. Her eyes that are more green than blue boring into you “That is not it. You have been distracted, and if you do not wish to tell me I will not pry, but I need you to recenter”

“Sanok-” you start with a grumble.

“During the festivities, there will be Metkayina from neighboring islands coming in. I want you to think about what we’ve spoken of, about you finding a mate this cycle”

Your ears pin to your head and you can feel your face get hot. No, she’d spoken and when you’d try to insist that you are not going to go through with an arranged marriage she’d dismissed you.

“I am not interested-”

“In performing your duty? You will be Olo’eykte, you will pass the title down to your children. You need heirs, Y/N. By the time I was your age I was already pregnant with Tsireya” Ronal softens, she can tell how uncomfortable you are but this conversation is vital “I want to give you the space to choose. There will be many eligible Na’vi, all looking to court”

You’re tense all over. By the ways she’s speaking you’d think you were an old woman and not one who had just celebrated her twenty first name day.

“Tell me that you’ll at least think about it- Tonowari, please. Help me here. This is important is it not” Your mother plays dirty and calls your father in for backup.

There is not much on Eywa’Eveng that you could deny your father. You are dedicated to him. Closer to him than anyone else.

When he speaks its gentle and encouraging “We just want you to be happy. You are at the age where you should be starting your own family, I want to meet my grandchildren”

You feel trapped, impossibly so.

Mating had been the one thing that you’d refused to surrender to your chosen destiny. Being the next Olo’ekyte could have everything else but you so deeply wanted to find someone who loved you.

You want to tell them that you think you’ve already found a mate. You’re sure your mom wouldn't like it, wouldn't think Neteyam is suitable but your father would support you. You just know it.

It’s not the time.

Instead you just not tersly “I will consider it. Am I free to go?”

“My daughter…” Tonowari frowns, wanting to reach, but keeping his hands at his side anyway.

“Please. I am tired”

Your father just nods. You dont stay around to hear the worried words your family shares.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The moons are high in the dark, star speckled night sky as you lounge in soft grass. You’d never spent much time here, in the little island forest, before Neteyam and yet now it’s become your oasis.

The hidden spot where you could come and release everything. Your fear and doubts are harbored by the trees. They’re good secret keepers.

“You’re distracted tonight” Neteyam remarks as he meets you in the meadow. It always takes him a little longer to get there, he has to wait for his family to fall asleep before he takes his leave.

“Sorry”

You try to put on a brave face, but when he lies down next to you, both of you on your sides facing on another, and places a large, callused hand on your hip you melt.

He doesn't have to say much to make you soft for him, he’s spent months tenderizing your heart.

“Talk to me” Neteyam urges softly as his thumbs rub patterns into your hip bone. “What happened?”

You close your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the comfort. “I’m just tired, Tey. I feel like- I can never really satisfy anyone, you know? And I try really hard to.”

He hums in understanding “I do know what that is like. Is this about your parents?”

Your silence is the only answer he needs. You, after all, are rarely ever silent.

“Back home I was going to be Olo’eyktan and while I accepted it, I was always kind of dreading it. Counting down the days until any semblance of my life being my own was over” you don't know it, but he’d never told anyone this. You listen raptly “The responsibility of making sure everyones taken care of, its alot”

You smile, because yeah. Alot is an understatement.

“I’m just letting you know that I know how it feels. Truly. And whenever you need to; we can talk about it, one eldest sibling to another” Neteyam’s kind words go straight to your head. They make you feel dizzy, so cared for and adored.

He’s what you’ve always wanted. All of your fantasies and desires rolled into one. You’re convinced that Eywa had brought him to you. Carried him to you by ikran back on the strong east wind.

You want to mate with him. More than anything, you want to bond him. Would it scare him off if you told him so? You don't want to lose what hasn't even had it’s chance to fully develop.

“I made you something” Your words seem to shock him, if only for a minute, and he groans and rolls his eyes.

“Another gift? Really, Y/N?”

“Don't pretend you don't love them” you tease as you reach for the small satchel you’d brought with you. You grab at its contents and hold it tight in your hand. You’re nervous, terribly so, as you present the jewelry to Neteyam.

This isn't like the spear, or the blanket or the fruit. For Metkayina, this is serious business.

“Oh” he says as you hand over the necklace that you’d spend countless hours working on. “It’s is gorgeous, wow”

He takes it from you and marvles at the care you’d put into it. The necklace is made of leather, and adorned with pieces of carefully polished dark blue seashells. In the center dangles a single pearl, black as night and rare. You’d shucked an endless amount of clams to find one that felt right.

“Do you accept it?” you question as his eyes trace the piece of jewelry.

“Well, I have not rejected any of your gifts yet” Neteyam jokes dryly “I’m not about to start now.”

He doesn't know then. That if he accepts it then he will be accepting your hand. That he will be agreeing to be your mate. In Metkayina tradition, he’d give you a necklace back, one that would sit right where his bite would on your delicate neck.

He requests that you help him put it on but you decline.

This isn't something to adorn tonight, if he still wanted to wear it in the cold light of day you’d be happy to help him fasten it. Once he puts it on, he can never take it off. You’re sure he isn't aware of the fact and you wont trick him- but also don't have the energy to tell him in that very moment.

“Well I can't wear it because your being weird” Neteyam starts, brows knitted “But I still wanna thank you for it”

“Thank me, huh?” you smile as you reach to pet at his braids. Sweet, sweet man.

“Mhmm” Is all Neteyam says as his hand travels from its place on your hip, down, To play with the hem of your pink skirt. It's very clear what he wants, so you roll over onto your back and spread your legs, making it easier for him to get it.

He works you out of your coverings with ease.

Your needy pussy is sticky- strings of wetness stretch between it and your tweng as Neteyam peels it off. He groans at the heady sight. His nostrils flare and his mouth waters.

“You talk so much about how good I taste” Neteyam grumbles into your skin as he presses deep kisses into the skin of your belly, sinking ever lower. Over your naval. He traces the pretty swirling ink of your tattoos, the ones that cradle your hips and lead him right where he wants most.

He mouths at that tender crease between thigh and labia “But your cunt is Eywa sent, I swear. So sweet”

You're panting, chest concaving intensely as his face disappears between your thick thighs. You feel no shame at him staring at where you’re drenched and throbbing for him. If anything you spread wider, showing him the pretty blushing insides of your light blue gash.

Neteyam dives in, nose first. His snout rubbing at your lips, inhaling your essence eagerly. You can't help but smile, happy that he loves the way you smell. That it’s reciprocated. Two of you so compatible.

When his wide tongue laps over your puffy slit, catching on your swollen nub you cry out. Your hands fly to the back of Neteyam’s head, holding onto the braids for support. Tugging ever so slightly, just on the right side of painful. You hump at his face, shoving him closer.

Neteyam’s a messy pussy eater, he dedicates his whole being to getting you off. He uses his entire face; his mouth but also his nose and his chin and cheeks. Soon enough hes completely messy, covered in your slick as he sloppily feasts on you.

“Oh, Great Mother!” you wail when he sits up a bit, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, before digging back in. He’s everywhere, there's not one part of your sensitive core that he’s not licked against. “Neteyam!”

When you come for the first time, it's with a violent arch of your back and a squeal. The pleasure makes you seize and shake as it washes over you in a tidal wave. Neteyam rides it out, his mouth following your arching pussy- drawing your orgasm out beautifully.

As you start to come back down, his chin is pillowed on your inner thigh and he's looking up at you with pleased amber eyes. So shy and proud of himself for being able to get you off. His face is sticky and gleaming with your cum. You never want to forget this image of him, you want to engrave this memory somewhere deep and timeless. You think that you will need to visit the Spirit Tree soon.

“Felt good?” he verifies and you grin, nodding, still coming down.

“So good, I love it when you tongue fuck me” you sigh, still spread out for him. Your pussy aches- from over sensitivity. From the need to be touched again.

Neteyam just blushes a little at your vulgar words, sometimes you forget that he’s still very new to all of this. Each time you guys are intimate, he explores a bit more of his sexuality.

He holds your gaze as his fingers begin to toy with your folds. There’s something so erotic about it all, the way that the two of you never break eye contact. Communicating silently as Neteyam rubs at your hard clit. Sharp jolts of pleasure make your hips twitch. But still, you try to be still. Encouraging his tentative touches. When his digit swirls around your hole for a moment before sinking deep your eyes roll until they close and your head presses back into the ground.

You’re meant to be filled, your body designed to squeeze around whatever enters it and not let go. It doesnt care if its a cock or fingers or tongue, your pussy is greedy.

Neteyam bites his bottom lip bloody as he watches your core hungrily eat his fingers. First one, and then two, and then before long he's pumping all there in and out of your wet snatch. A part of him wants to tuck his thumb against his palm and shove his entire fist inside-

He’s rock hard in his tweng, undulating against the ground as he watches your hips chase his hand.

“Knot my fingers” he begs over your pathetic sobs “Please, I wanna feel it.”

It’s too much.

His eager words paired with the constant perfect rhythm in which he’s pumping his digits in and out of you. It’s not hard to grant his request. You cry out as you come, again. This time, you don't stop your body from doing what it instinctually needs to. You reach down between your legs to grab his wrist, firmly pressing his hand to your pulsating pussy. If he wants to feel, you’ll let him. Your knot swells inside of you, impossibly tight, as it locks around Neteyams long fingers.

His wide eyes stare up at you in unfiltered awe as he feels you from the inside. It’s wondrous, like nothing he’s ever experienced. He feels very special in that moment, that he gets to share this with you. Very special and very fucking horny.

“Holy shit” is his clumsy, blunt response to it all. You giggle fondly and shake your head.

“Do you like it?” You inquire as you rhythmically pulse.

He groans and presses his head, his entire face into the safe plush flesh of your thigh “I do” he admits “I want to feel it around my dick so bad”

That starts a whole new round of neediness and the two of you go at it like animals under the bright moonlight, surrounded by fluorescent flora and fauna.

You’d sworn that you’d be smarter- wouldn't stay out as late so that you could go through the upcoming day a little less exhausted but by the time the two of you are done, the sky is painted pinks and purples and the morning eclipse is dawning.

You’re lying with your head pressed to his chest and your leg thrown across his both of his. You know you should get up but you don't want to make the long trek back to the village. You whine about the decided meeting spot as the two of you sit up, knowing that you need to get ready to return.

“Why do we have to go sneaking around in the bush? I do have my own Mauri, you know” you’d sassed him, as you look for your top in the grass.

“And what if someone catches me coming in and out of your place? Yeah, no. I don’t think that is a good idea”Neteyam had protested, flustered at even the thoughts . It would be so obvious.

A frown tugs at your lips at his words. “Would that be so bad?”

There's a pregnant pause before he speaks again “I mean…I thought we had agreed to keep this private. If people start seeing me sneaking in and out of your home at all odd hours it’s not going to be hard for them to put together what’s going on”

Your heart drops a bit at that, and you feel more naked than you had moments before. “What are you…ashamed of what we’re doing?”

“I’m not ashamed…I just don't want that label, Y/N” Neteyam sighs like you’re being unreasonable and it’s like ice water in your veins. “I don't want people to look at me differently because of this”

It's hard to speak around the lump in your throat “Because of what? Me courting you? Why would that cause anyone to feel differently about you?”

“It's just, it’s different for you. There are different expectations in place. You’ve done this before.-”

“As you love to remind me” the laugh that escapes you is humorless as you locate your top and slip it back on. You already feel vulnerable, there's no need to psychically be so too. “ I’ve never once held it against you or made you feel bad about being a virgin, but you constantly throw the fact that I've been with other people in my face.”

“That’s not it-” Neteyam insists as you stand, he tries to reach for you but you side step in and grab your tweng instead. He looks so lost, like he’s trying to untie the knots in his head. You know that Neteyam has a hard time transmuting his thoughts into words and usually you’re patient with him but right now? Right now you’re too hurt to wait for him to find the words to insult you with. “I dont- I dont care if you’ve been with a ton of other people, It doesn't matter to me. That’s not why I feel uncomfortable with the village knowing”

“The mere fact that you’re so eager to call it a ton tells me that it does” you're wrapping the ties of your covering around your tail and ignoring your shaking hands as emotion bubbles up violently “I’ve only ever been intimate with three people, including yourself. Did you know that, Neteyam? I’m not the huge whore that you think me to be”

Neteyam looks down at the ground shamefully. He hasn't even reached for his own tweng yet. It’s like he’s stuck, his head going a mile a minute. Too fast for his body to catch up with.

“When I told you I wanted to court you I wasn't lying. I’m not sure what that means to you, or the people back in the forest, but here it means that I see you as a potential mate. I didn't realize that you’re too embarrassed of me to see me as the same” you’re going to start crying, you can feel it.

This moment had already happened to you, years before. You’d already been rejected by someone you thought wanted you- you never thought you’d allow yourself to happen again.

Eywa, how fucking stupid can you be?

The familiar feeling is devastating. You feel soiled and used.

“If you can just be reasonable- If we can-can talk. I don't know how to make you understand that this isn't all about you” Neteyam is stuttering, finally reaching for his own tweng but you’re checked out.

How does one be reasonable when their heart is breaking?

“It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about. I’m sorry that I misread this whole thing. My mistake.”

You’re off before he can get another word in, storming through the foliage as fast as your feet can take you. The tears that had been building only fall once you’re out of eye sight.

You can hear him calling for you, pleading for you to come back.

You leave him there, half naked in the woods.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Iknimaya ceremony comes all too fast.

The days since you and Neteyam’s fight in the forest had all been a blur. You were too busy to focus on your fractured feelings. No one had even truly known about the two of you, so it’s as if life moves on as though it had never even happened.

That might be what’s most painful about it all.

You have duties to fulfill, and you’d like to pretend like they keep you from focusing in on that pain. You help where you’re needed- and even where you’re not. It’s left you drained and bone tired, but distracted enough to maintain.

As you and your sister get ready for the long day, she notices how sluggish you are. Dragging yourself through the motions.

“When was the last time you slept?” Tsireya asks as she watches you dress.

“I’ve been busy as of late, Reya” You take care as you ready yourself. Donning traditional Metkayinan ceremonial drab- your blood-orange tweng is intricate and the shell headpiece you wear connects with your barely there top. You brush your long midnight hair until it’s glossy and bouncing, the ends of it reaching the base of your tail as it falls down your back in waves.

You’d always had a healthy dose of vanity.

You know that you are attractive, pretty. Shockingly so, as you’d been told. Blessed with thick eyelashes and feminine features. Your whole life,many have spoken about how favored an Omega, to which you’d never taken offense. You’d inherited your mothers looks, as had Tsireya. Small. Compact. Unexpectedly vicious.

You use your looks as a weapon, just as everything else, your little sister is well aware of the fact. She knows that you’re overcompensating with appearing attractive for the fact that something has happened.

“I’m worried about you. You can try to fool everyone else, but you’re not fooling me, sister. I know that somethings wrong” Tsireya is sweet, but firm. She’d always had that air around her.

Caring yet severe. She was all Alpha no matter what people might think about her docile temperament.

“It’s not like speaking about it would change anything” you mutter, if anything, it would bring the pain front and center.

“Don’t be a coward, Ma Y/N. You know better than anyone that the only way over something is through it” Tsireya’s blunt, but without an ounce of malice.

She knows how to handle you and knows that tough love is oftentimes better than coddling like comfort when it comes to you.

It works.

“Neteyam rejected my courtship”

“You lie” she accuses in a gasp, and you just glare at her. “But- he’s so interested in you”

“Obviously not” it’s flippant. You don’t even want to meet her eyes. You’d been under that impression too.

“Something is being lost in translation here, sister. Neteyam likes you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can feel it everytime the two of you are around each other” your sister insists and it’s like salt in the wound.

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. It’s not as though this is the first time I’ve been wrong about someone’s intentions for me” the words are hard to admit and taste like acid in your mouth.

“Neteyam couldn’t be any more different than Vaeyu. The two might as well be night and day- this situation can’t be the same” Tsireya insists and you bite your tongue.

“No they’re not the same. But their feelings, or lack there of, are”

Vaeyu had never been particularly kind to you but there had been a time when you naively believed that he truly cared about you.

Before your Iknimaya, which should’ve been the first warning sign, the older warrior had courted you.

He, like Neteyam, had wanted to keep it a secret.

Vaeyu took your virginity before telling you that as an Alpha himself, he would never mate with another Alpha.

You were too much for him. Not at all a suitable mate. He’d be embarrassed to be with you…

The scene that had played itself out just nights before in the forest with Neteyam had been all too familiar.

“Just once” you start, voice shaky as you focus on holding back all the hurt you've felt “I’d like to be wanted back. Truly. By someone who sees me as I see them”

“Oh, Y/N” Tsireya breathes as she grabs your hands and holds them tightly.

You don’t have the time to weep, but it feels nice, standing in your Mauri with your sister for that fleeting moment.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The Metkayinan Iknimaya is a difficult and dangerous task to achieve.

The Akula hunt is fierce. An entire team of warriors working to bring down the wild beast. Many had died in their efforts. The massive sharks are armored with very few weak spots. They’re extremely difficult to kill.

Today would be no different. There would assuredly be some injuries- you give a brief prayer to the great mother for no casualties.

The to-be warriors line up on the shore and your mother, Tsahik Ronal, passes each. Chanting over them, and drawing a line across their face- from temple, over the bridge of their noses- to other temple, with white paint.

May the Great Mother take you into her arms. The Sea is your home before your birth, and if you should die, you will return to it in the afterlife.

You try to keep from staring at Neteyam, who’s tall and fierce and armed with the spear you’d given him.

The two of you only meet eyes briefly as he mounts his Tsurak. Right before he sets out. There’s so much unsaid and there’s no time to say it.

Instead you give him a firm nod.

You’d trained him. Had seen him in action. He could do this. You have full faith in him.

He only nods back.

The hunt makes you jittery, lights your blood on fire. You love this. Watching hunters draw first blood and make a clean kill. A primal part of you is dying to get in there. To join the fight.

It all happens in a rush- one minute the warriors are out on Tsurak back, headed for the deep. It’s harder to see where what’s going on as you stand with the crowd on the beach but you know from experience the energy filled pursuit that is going on right under the surface.

This year- it’s quick.

So much quicker than the years prior.

The crowd murmurs, almost confused, as the hunters return to the beach in record time.

They are no longer children.

Behind them, they haul the large carcass of a fully grown male Akula. Ropes secured around the body, netting and the waves helping transport with the sheer bulk of the creature. Sticking out of his left eye, perfectly launched, is the spear that you had crafted for Neteyam.

“Our hunters have returned, as fully blooded men and women of the Metkayina!”

Your father booms in pride, his warm cries whooping along the people as they join in. They’d made it back, all of them, with minimal damage. In record time. With one of the biggest catches you’d ever seen.

There’s hugs and tears. Everyone seems to be embracing one another. The pride is felt village wide and it’s a communal high.

“We will feast tonight!”Varyu cheers, and hoots follow “Tell me, who made the fatal blow? It is as clean a kill as I’ve ever seen”

You already know. You’d known since you’d seen the carvings on the wood- but the newly fledged Hunters push Neteyam forward and confirm it.

Vaeyu’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. It’s comical to say the least.

Neteyam is humble, as he always is. It was a team effort, he claims.

His family beams at him. Jake whooping and Neytiri’s misty eyed. Lo’ak is grinning from ear to ear and Kiri and Tuk clap and cheer for their brother.You remember Lo’ak telling you about how his older brother had been the youngest in their village to ever make a clean kill. You’d been impressed then.

Right now? Right now you are stunned. So proud that you can barely speak. All of those training sessions where Neteyam had doubted his ability to adapt had paid off.

He’s a warrior, as he’s meant to be. Neteyam has reclaimed his place in the world.

Your father goes to Neteyam and places his hands on his shoulders. Beaming. “You have done well and proved yourself amongst are people. I am proud to call you Metkayina”

You want to cry. You’ve never felt such emotion. You know how much this means to Neteyam and all you want to do is go over to him and embrace him.

“As the hunter who solidified the kill, you have first choice during Fertility Season. Tell me, son. Is there anyone who you want to lay claim to?” Your father speaks of the tradition. If the kill can be traced back to a single warrior- they earn the honor of having their pick of mates.

It’s ancient, dated, and most decline. You’re expecting Neteyam to do the same.

Instead, he focuses on you.

It doesn’t feel real. This must be a dream. The docile introverted Omega you’d gotten to know would never lay a claim on you, so boldly. In public. To your father much less.

And yet, he does.

“Ma Y/N” Neteyam calls to you clear and true. He’s chosen these words carefully; they don’t stick to the roof of his mouth “I am yours if you’ll still have me.”

Only then do you notice that the black pearl necklace that you had strung together for him hangs around his throat.

A clear symbol of his acceptance of your courtship.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

I’m so sorry to end it there on that cliffhanger but guyssssss. We all know she says yes. She’s down so bad for him lmfao

To my omegaverse besties @tru-blubelle @imperihoe @tiredmamaissy and Cinetrix thanks for all of the inspiration and support!

Omega Neteyam is my fucking religion now. I swear. I’m never getting over how perfect he is. Ughhhh. Sweetest bby boi who deserves the actual world. I love writing the juxtaposition of someone who is so incredibly physically attractive- and yet so socially awkward. He really doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. People expect him to be more suave because of his chiseled features and he’s really just an introverted guy who hates being the center of attention.

Okay so lots to talk about here! I introduced some OC’s! I feel like whenever I get to read about a Na’vi OC I’m like instantly in deep because it’s such an interesting culture and they’re such an interesting people!

I adore Akemi. He’s just an all around good guy who stepped up to the plate and took Roxto in when he had no one. Akemi’s husband is also a fun colorful character and I can’t wait to introduce him to you guys in the next chapter!

Vaeyu fucking sucks lmfao I wanted to write a smarmy Na’vi for the realism of it all. He’s everything bad about Alphas. He totally groomed the reader, if that wasn’t clear enough in the story. Tonowari would have him banished if he knew about it because he’s a protective dad and also a good man who hates creeps.

If you need a visual guide to how I picture Na’vi Male Omega’s genitalia you can find that here!

And if you have any questions about my A/B/O Head Cannons or the way that I’m structuring secondary gender in this story, please don’t hesitate to ask.

Neteyam goes into heat next chapter(I had to split this one into two because it was at 18K words long) so get ready for some wild ass smut😂

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From a Legends (Legend’s) Point of View 2024

Background

From a Legends Point of View (or From a Legend’s Point of View, see what we did there?) is a Star Wars fandom fic event dedicated to celebrating the characters and stories of the Star Wars Legends continuity during and around the time of the Original Trilogy (OT).

Building from the talents of the many writers in the Star Wars fandom, we hope to develop and share a diverse collection of approximately 40 stories of pilots, smugglers, spies, scoundrels, and other characters from the original Star Wars Extended Universe in mid-September 2024.

How It Works

At signup, writers will each pitch at least three (up to five) different ideas for a fic of 5k-10k words to write for the collection. The pitches should focus on Legends characters or situations during the Original Trilogy and must fit the other story and pitch guidelines listed below.

Mods will review signups and assign one pitch from each writer to be written for the collection, with a goal of creating a collection with stories covering a variety of OT-era time periods, characters, and events.

Writers will submit their fics to a collection on Archive of Our Own (AO3), which will then be shared with the fandom.

Schedule

Sunday, April 28: Signups open

Sunday, June 2: Signups close

Saturday-Sunday, June 8-9: Writers receive their assignments

Week of July 7-13: First check-in with writers

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Sunday, August 11: Final drop out deadline

Sunday, September 8: Assignments due

Sunday, September 15: Collection revealed

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Story and Pitch Guidelines

All stories should be set during or within six months of the events depicted in the Star Wars Original Trilogy films (0 BBY - 4ABY), and set within the main Star Wars galaxy (aka the Galaxy Far Far Away/GFFA).

Stories should focus on characters and/or events in the Star Wars Legends continuity, which can include any characters who appear in the three Original Trilogy films as well as characters from the Legends novels, comics, video games, or other materials.

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Each writer will submit at least three and up to five pitches for stories they would be willing to write for the collection. Across all the pitches, stories should feature a minimum of at least three different characters and a minimum of at least two different time periods during the OT. To ensure that we include a wide range of characters and stories in the collection, at least two pitches should feature a point of view character who is not one of the Original Trilogy main trio (Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo), and at least one pitch should feature a point of view character who is not another prominent OT character (Lando Calrissian, Chewbacca, R2D2, C3PO, Darth Vader), nor a member of the Rogue Squadron “Fab Four” (Wedge Antilles, Wes Janson, Tycho Celchu, Hobbie Klivian).

Stories for this collection are intended to add to the universe of fic we have for Legends; please do not submit pitches for stories you have already written and shared elsewhere, even if they fit the other guidelines.

Signup and Submission Details

Signups will be done via a Google Form, which will have space for you to share each of your three pitches and provide contact information, including your Archive Of Our Own (AO3) username.

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kynrki · 1 year

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#TEASER! — MAYBE LOVING YOU WAS A GOOD IDEA!!

!PAIRING: popular!jake sim x non-popular!fem!reader

!SUMMARY: jake’s hallway crush, yln yn, seems be having a tough time handling her emotions. luckily for her, theres someone who’s always willing to help!

!GENRE: sunshine x grumpy, popular x non popular, extrovert and introvert dynamics, reader who feels they cant be loved vs. jake who loves her unconditionally, opposites attract, you get the idea.

!WARNINGS: on fic

!FEATURING: on fic

!WC : 378 — aiming for 8-10k on actual fic

!KIMMY SAYS: hi this is so late and will be a rollercoaster coaster pls bear with me🙏 header creds to my love mar!! @byuqi ❤️

“you just dont get it do you jake!” you yelled frustratedly at him. “well cant you see that im trying to understand it? just be happy yn its not that hard” jake said bringing his hands up to rub his face. “just be happy? just be happy? jake you don’t understand half the shit i have to go through everyday! dont fucking tell me shit when i see you being all happy and smiling all the fucking time. im not well, dont you get that?” you said frustratedly as you felt something wet go down your cheek. you wiped the tear away harshly before crossing your arms.

“maybe i shouldn’t have given you a chance” you said softly after a while. jake’s head shot up as his eyes widened up in panic. “you- you dont mean that yn” jake said pleadingly. you sighed. “it’s not me, it’s you” you said looking at him. “bullshit yn! im trying really hard here, please don’t do this” jake begged, with tears forming in his eyes. “i can’t be loved. i tried so hard with you, i did but look at us.” you said looking at him. “i love you. stop it now please. im trying too, but we need to try harder. cant you see youre so lovable.” jake said taking your hands into his.

you harshly ripped your hands away from his. “jake i- i cant” you said shaking your head. “so thats it? after everything we, the two of us, have been through, you’re just gonna give up?” jake said softly. his eyes held a reflectance of hope. “it’s easier to give up than be hurt over and over again jake.” you replied after a moment of silence. “so i guess this is goodbye then.” jake said with a single tear rolling down his cheek. oh how you wanted to go up to him and embrace him in the tightest hug ever, but you couldn’t. couldn’t risk getting hurt again.

you watched as jake left your apartment. the once happy filled house was now left with sorrow and despair. you let out a choked sob as you tightly clenched your shirt. and for the rest of the day you spent crying, only this time, it was actually your fault.

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hongcherry · 2 years

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In Your Web || jjk (m)

"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."

🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au

🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?

🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)

🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D

🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.

🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star

They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Please reblog and share your thoughts/comments with me as they make me happy hehe 😊 I reply!

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The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.

Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.

The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.

College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.

After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.

As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.

The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.

The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.

“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.

Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.

“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.

“How much do you think I could make off of it?”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.

“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.

“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”

“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.

“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”

Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.

“What do you-”

Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.

Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.

After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body.

The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.

Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear.

“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.

Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue.

Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.

Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.

“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his.

Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.

“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.

“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”

You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers.

Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.

His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.

When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.

“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”

“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.

“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”

“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.

“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”

You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.

“Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.

“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.

Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.

“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.

You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.

It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously.

“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.

Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”

“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.

Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.

Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.

“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.

You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?

“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.

“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.

Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.

“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.

Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.

“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.

“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”

He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.

“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.

“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.

Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”

“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.

You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race.

“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”

“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.

“Someone has to be,” you kid.

“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.

“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.

“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.

You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.

“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky.

Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.

“Do you forgive me?” you asked.

After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.

“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.

“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”

Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.

Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.

Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.

Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.

With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.

“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”

“Jungk-”

He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.

“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.

Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.

The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.

Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.

“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.

Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.

“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.

Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.

Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.

“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.

You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.

“You may.”

Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.

He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.

His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.

Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.

Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.

You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.

One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.

“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.

You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.

Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”

You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.

“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”

Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.

Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”

You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.

“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.

“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.

“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”

For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.

“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.

“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”

“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”

Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.

You listened to him silently.

“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”

Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”

You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.

“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.

“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”

“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up.

To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.

“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”

A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.

“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”

“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”

You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You did not just-”

“You have the right to remain silent-”

“You’re not a police officer.”

Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.

Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”

Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.

“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.

Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.

Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.

Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.

“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.

As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.

“On.”

Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.

“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.

“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”

Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.

“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.

Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.

You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.

Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.

“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.

Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.

Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.

You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.

Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.

Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.

“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.

You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.

“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?

“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.”

There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.

Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”

Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”

“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered.

Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.

“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.

“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”

His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question.

Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.

Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.

“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.

“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.

“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”

“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”

You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.

Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.

Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.

He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.

Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt.

Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.

He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.

“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling.

Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.

You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.

“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”

“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.

“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.

You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.

Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy.

A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.

Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.

“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.

His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.

“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.

“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.

At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.

Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.

Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.

Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.

You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.

“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.

“Y-yes,” you agreed.

“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.

Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.

“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.

“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.

“That, I can do,” he chuckled.

He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.

Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.

You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.

He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.

Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.

“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”

The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got.

“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.

“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.

Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.

Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.

Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.

A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.

Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.

Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.

You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.

Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple.

While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.

“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.

You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.

Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.

Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.

“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.

“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”

You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.

Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.

He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.

“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.

He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.

You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.

“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.

Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.

Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.”

You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.

Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips.

He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.

Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.

When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.

His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.

Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.

“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.

Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.

“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”

“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.

“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”

“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”

“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.

Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.

“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.

Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.

The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.

“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.

Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.

“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.

“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.

“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”

“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.

“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”

“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”

You laughed, nudging him to scold him.

“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”

Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.

You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.

“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.

“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.

You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”

“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.

“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response.

After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”

Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.

“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”

“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.

Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.

“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.

You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.

“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”

At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.

“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.

Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.

“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.

“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”

“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.

“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.

“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”

“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.

Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.

“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.

Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.

“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.

You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.

“Okay.”

You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.

“You’re a menace,” he huffed.

“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.

Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.

“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.

“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.

You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.

“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.

You nodded.

Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.

“Did you drive here?”

“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.

“Yn, I told you not-”

“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.

“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”

Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.

Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.

Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.

“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.

By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.

Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.

Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.

Love Bug 4:09am i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight

A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.

Menace (loving) 4:16am I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌

Love Bug 4:20am its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead

Menace (loving) 4:22am Maybe soon?

Love Bug 4:25am i can make that happen

Love Bug 4:25am now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow

Menace (loving) 4:26am Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊

Love Bug 4:27am good morning (;

You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.

When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.

Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.

He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.

You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.

This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.

Class was about to start soon.

Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.

Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.

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Also, yes, my inspo did come from this scene hehe. Thank you for reading! And special thanks to those who joined the taglist for the fic ✨ I got a lot more than I anticipated, so I'm grateful!

Again, happy birthday Jeon Jungkook! 💜

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wildemaven · 10 months

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first of all CONGRATS ON 1K BBY!!! You're amazing and deserve 10k more!!! may I ask for a blind drabble 25 and 40 with ezra please 👀👀

… Never Really Ends in Vegas

Wildemaven 1k Celebration

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; Allusions to sex; no actual act, annoyance of a mustached man, talks of divorce, accidental marriage

A/N: Sweet Sil had picked Ezra, but I’ve never seen Prospect and didn’t feel like I could write for him with out knowing his character— so she gave me free reign on the character

Prompts: "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." / "I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

Part 1

“This was the last time, no more!” Your breath short ragged puffs, your mind slowly regaining a grip on the reality of the situation at hand.

Wanting to escape this musky sex filled apartment and the mustached man whom you can’t seem to shake, you decide to quit your stalling, throwing the wrinkled top sheet from your dewy, depleted body to make a break for the door. And you almost make it out of the bed, until two large arms are wrapping around your naked torso, pulling you back against a warm broad chest.

“See, you say that every time Darlin’, and each time I have a hard time believing’ ya.” Jack murmurs into the crook of your neck. “When you gonna admit you like this thing we got goin’ on?”

“There’s nothing to admit. It happened a few times and now it’s done— no more.” Your voice is laced with irritation, fighting the urge to stay and succumb to his convincing ways.

“Do I sense some anger there, Darlin’?” He noses at your cheek, a kiss to your temple, his large hand tipping your face back to him, pressing a lazy kiss to your already kissed-out lips.

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly.” You mutter against his plush pout. “I have to go, one of us has to make enough money to pay for this annulment.”

You extricate yourself from his arms, grabbing the clothes thrown about the room, pulling them on one by one, fixing your appearance in the mirror that hangs above his dresser.

“Hey, how ‘bout you give me one of those gorgeous smiles of yours before you leave, let Jack know yer not mad at him for forgetting again.” He stares affectionately at your reflection from where he’s still laying in bed, propped up on one elbow and bedsheets draped over his hips.

“I can't smile at you, I'm mad." Grabbing your purse and keys from the dresser, the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floors as you head for the front door. “You better be at the courthouse tomorrow, Jack!”

Leaning over the edge of the bed to watch your retreating form, he shouts before you’re able to slam the door shut, “Same time and place next week, Darlin’?”

Part 3

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svnoohe4rts · 2 years

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bed of lies ; part three

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↳ PAIRING: park sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: the time spent with you causes sunghoon to come the realization that he fucked up, and he fucked up bad. and thanks to jake, you also realize how badly sunghoon fucked up.

↳ WORDCOUNT: 10k

↳ WARNINGS: cursing, alcohol, smoking, smut; protected sex, fingering, names such as slut, whore etc. minors dni!

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Sunghoon was now fully convinced he was going insane.

The feeling was almost sickening. Like a rock, it sat in his stomach from the moment he woke up until he went back to bed. The second he caught himself smiling at the notification of you texting him he realized it was all over for him. He had been laying in his bed, mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram feed when your name suddenly popped up at the top of the screen; and all of a sudden Sunghoon found himself lying in his bed with a big smile spread across his lips. It only got worse as you glanced at him in the hallways, flashing him a small smile each time; making it impossible for Sunghoon to control his emotions as he flashed you an even bigger smile back.

At this point, Sunghoon had completely forgotten about the fact that you were just supposed to be a bet. All he could think about was how incredibly cute you looked whenever you arrived at school, your eyes still a little puffy from just waking up; making Sunghoon think about how badly he wanted to fall asleep next to you in your warm bed instead of his cold one just so he could wake up by your side.

But that was until Jay pulled him back into reality and reminded him, of course. ‘’Has she fallen in love with you yet?’’ Sunghoons eyes darted over to his friend who was looking at him both his eyebrows raised, his mouth stuffed with food. ‘’What?’’ Sunghoon let out, taken by surprise by his sudden question. ‘’The bet, from what I can see you haven’t even made any progress,’’ Jay let out, his eyes still fixated on the boy seated in front of him.

Sunghoon could feel his palms getting sweaty, rubbing them against the fabric of his jeans in order to hide the fact that his friend’s question made him nervous. ‘’The bet,’’ Sunghoon mumbled, his eyes darting around the room; trying to make sure you weren’t anywhere near. ‘’You know, I don’t think the bet is necessary,’’

Jay couldn’t help but laugh at his friend's statement. ‘’Are you serious? Are you giving up already?’’ Jay chuckled, looking his friend up and down; trying to figure out why Sunghoon suddenly became so nervous. ‘’No, I just think it’s stupid.’’ Sunghoon let out in response, his eyes meeting Jay’s once again. ‘’What made you change your mind? Three weeks ago you made it seem like the best idea I’ve ever had.’’ Jay questioned, one of his eyebrows raised. Sunghoon just stared at his best friend for a minute, trying to come up with a response; a response that sounded somewhat trustworthy. ‘’I just don’t think I need to prove myself, I’m Park fucking Sunghoon at the end of the day,’’

If Jay had been suspicious before, Sunghoon was now sure he no longer was. As a big smile spread on Jay’s lips Sunghoon realized he had managed to fool his best friend, feeling like a big weight had been lifted off his shoulders. ‘’Man, you had me worried for a second,’’ Jay chuckled, his eyes glued to the food placed in front of him; picking up some food using the fork he was holding in one of his hands. ‘’Almost had me worrying you were the one who had fallen in love.’’

Snorting in response, Sunghoon shook his head. ‘’Ain’t no way.’’

The truth was that Sunghoon had officially lost his mind. He anxiously tapped his foot against the floor, trying to cover up the fact that he was scared shitless; scared that his friend would see right through him and his stupid attempts of covering up the fact that he, Park Sunghoon, was actually falling for you.

Or truth to be told, he didn’t actually know what it was he felt towards you. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the feeling, and he had tried suppressing whatever feeling that bubbled up inside of him each time he saw you; to no avail. He wanted to believe his own words, that he wasn’t the type to actually fall in love, but the feeling inside of him whenever you flashed him a small smile told him otherwise. If Sunghoon could decide, he would want you to never find out about the stupid bet. But the universe could be very, very cruel at times and Sunghoon was well aware of it.

‘’So the bet is still on?’’

‘’You know it.’’

‘’You only have a week left, so you should probably hurry the fuck up.’’

Meanwhile, you weren’t experiencing the same luck as Sunghoon when it came to convincing your friend.

‘’Are you ever gonna tell me what happened between you and Sunghoon?’’ Yeojins question almost made you choke on the food you just shoved in your mouth. ‘’What?’’ You coughed while looking up at her, grabbing the water bottle placed in front of you. ‘’On your study date.’’

‘’We just studied,’’ You tried your best to make yourself believable, you really did. But by the look on Yeojins face, you could tell you hadn’t convinced her at all. ‘’Do you really expect me to believe that the Park Sunghoon asked you to study?’’ You glared at her for a moment, shrugging. ‘’I mean, yeah, since that’s what he did.’’ You replied, causing her to shake her head. ‘’There’s no way you two just studied.’’

You felt like you were being the worst friend ever by continuing to lie to her. At this point, you had no idea why you were still lying to her; she was your best friend after all. In the beginning, it was only because you expected it to be a one-time thing and never happen again. But it was clear that this was no longer a one-time thing, and you were now past the point of no return. The thought of Yeojin finding out about how you and Sunghoon had been hooking up with each other scared the shit out of you, to put it simply. The fact that you had been hooking up with him wasn’t the problem, no, the problem would be that you kept it a secret from her. She trusted you and told you all about her hookups, so why couldn’t you do the same?

‘’He didn’t even try to make a move on you?’’ Yeojin continued interrogating you, her eyes glued to you. ‘Well, it’s Sunghoon we’re talking about, of course he did,’’ You weren’t lying, he did make a move. ‘’But I’m not really interested.’’ That was probably the biggest lie you had ever told.

You were interested. Actually, you were incredibly interested in the dark-haired boy, probably more than you would like to admit. A part of you felt like he was just as interested in you as you were in him, at least that’s the message you got whenever he’d text you to ask if you got to school safely and if you brought lunch with you; offering to get you something otherwise, telling you how important it was for you to eat. But you couldn’t help but wonder if that was just how he treated all the girls he had hooked up with, and if you were just one of those girls.

‘’Is it because you have your eyes set on his best friend?’’ You could tell Yeojin was just trying to tease you by the smirk that was now forming on her lips, but the mention of Jake almost caused you to choke on your food; again. ‘’Jake? He has a girlfriend,’’ You replied, shaking your head as you spoke. Yeojin shrugged, the smirk on her lips growing even bigger. ‘’You know, maybe I meant Jay,’’ She chuckled, grabbing the water bottle placed in front of her. ‘’But now I’m just gonna assume it’s Jake you’re into since he was the first one who popped up in your mind.’’

You lightly smacked her arm, causing her to laugh as you shook your head; looking back down at the food placed in front of you. It wasn’t Jake you were interested in though, nor was it Jay; it was Park Sunghoon.

As the school day finally came to an end, you couldn’t wait to get home. You wanted nothing more than to lay down in your bed and just do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, maybe binge-watch some shows on Netflix or just scroll on your phone. Whatever it was you would do when you finally got home, you couldn’t wait to just relax and do something that didn’t include school.

The universe, however, seemed to have other plans for you.

Sunghoon was the last person you expected to see leaning against the wall as you shut your locker, his presence making you jump. ‘’Fuck, you scared me!’’ You exclaimed, almost dropping the keys you were holding in your hands. Sunghoon just chuckled, finding the way he scared you funny. ‘’Really? I’ve been standing here for at least a minute or two.’’

You got out of your last class quite late and not a lot of people were still in school. Some people stayed after their last class to study and some of them shared the same class as you, but the hallways were almost empty nevertheless. Because of it, you felt yourself relax; realizing there was no one near who would be able to spot you and the Park Sunghoon casually chatting. ‘’Were you spying on me? What a creep.’’ You let out, giving him a small smile. ‘’I wasn’t spying,’’ He defended himself, throwing both his hands in the air. ‘’I was simply just waiting for you to get out of class.’’ He continued. You looked at him for a moment, raising one of your eyebrows. ‘’Waiting? why?’’ You asked while shoving your keys down your bag, keeping your eyes on the boy standing in front of you.

‘’So I could ask if you wanted to hang out.’’

Your lips parted in surprise, yet you couldn’t help but admire his straightforwardness. ‘’How long have you been waiting?’’ You asked, adjusting the strap of the bag which was hanging off one of your shoulders. ‘’Not that long, about an hour,’’ He shrugged, his upper body still leaning against the lockers beside yours. ‘’You waited an hour just to ask me to hang out?’’ You replied, your lips still slightly parted in surprise. He just nodded in response, furrowing both his eyebrows. ‘’What? Is that weird?’’ He asked, now slightly panicking as he realized his actions might’ve come off as strange. He had never done this for anyone else besides his friends, especially not a girl; so how would he know?

You, on the other side, couldn’t help but feel a small grin form on your lips. Your almost taunting smile made Sunghoon feel even more uneasy, his eyes scanning your expression s he tried to figure out if you were actually taunting him or not. ‘’No,’’ You let out, your smile growing even bigger. ‘’It’s cute.’’

No one had ever called Sunghoon cute before and he was pretty sure he’d cringe if anyone else ever told him he was cute. Sunghoon was a lot of things, but cute was most definitely not one of them; the thought of someone calling him cute almost made him quiver in disgust. But as the words left your lips, he couldn’t help the warm feeling washing over him. Turns out that if it was you calling him it, he certainly didn’t mind being called cute.

Once again Sunghoon found himself placed on top of your bed with you sitting in front of him, your legs crossed over one another. ‘’It’s just not my scene,’’ You argued, deep into a conversation about how you hated going to parties. You had no idea how you ended up in a deep discussion about parties and how Sunghoon claimed it was the best part of going to college, but there you were; Sunghoon trying to convince you it was indeed the best part of going to college meanwhile you tried convincing him there was a lot of other things to enjoy in life rather than get shit face drunk every other weekend. ‘’But it’s every college student's scene! There’s more than just drinking, like the whole social concept, you know.’’ Sunghoon argued back, not ready to give up.

‘’You know, not everyone enjoys fucking random girls in the bathroom if that’s what you’re indicating.’’ You chuckled, a smirk forming on your lips. Sunghoon rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. ‘’Fuck off, I don’t do that.’’

Truth to be told, that’s exactly what he did. Or what he used to do, at least. Ever since he met you, he hadn’t even considered getting with any other girl; no matter how drunk he was. No, the only girl he had on his mind was you, the thought of fucking anyone else made him feel sick; which is exactly why your words slightly hurt him. He felt uncomfortable, his ego almost bruised, but he knew you weren’t lying. He was well aware of the fact that his image consisted of him fucking girls like it was the only thing he knew how to do, but he didn’t want you to see him like that. He wanted you to see him, not just his image.

But there was no way he’d let it show. No, he wasn’t going to show you that he was now feeling almost insecure; something he had never felt before. Instead, he decided he’d show you that you were in fact the only girl he wanted. So when he suddenly placed both his hands on your hips, pulling you on top of him; a gasp left your lips. ‘’Sunghoon!’’ You exclaimed, a giggle leaving your lips as you placed your hands on his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You suddenly became aware of how close your face was to his, feeling his breath on your face. ‘’I mean it, I don’t do that shit.’’ He mumbled, his eyes darting down to your lips. A small smile formed on your lips, scanning his face. ‘’Did I hurt your ego?’’ You playfully mumbled back, your eyes meeting. He ran his tongue over his teeth as a small smirk formed on his lips, your heart racing due to how attractive he looked up close. ‘’Does that bother you?’’ He replied in a desperate attempt to conceal the fact that you did indeed hurt his ego, completely ignoring your question.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what he meant by his sudden question. ‘’What?’’ You let out, confusion washing over you. ‘’Me fucking other girls, does the thought of that bother you?’’ You only stared at him, not being able to utter a single word. Your mind went blank as the question left his lips, not knowing how to react nor did you know how to respond to his sudden question. He kept his eyes glued to you, scanning your face once again as he watched how nervous you became. A chuckle left his lips as he leaned towards you, bringing his face even closer to yours. ‘’The thought of you fucking other guys makes me mad, you know.’’ He mumbled, his eyes still glued to you.

Before you could even comprehend what was going on, you smashed your lips against his. His words made your heart skip a beat and you had no idea how to handle the situation, so you decided to follow your heart and do what you craved the most; to feel his lips against yours. Sunghoon quickly caught on, just as desperate as you to feel his lips agasint yours; bringing one of his hands to your face, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but whimper as his tongue entered your mouth, your hands wrapping around his neck; slightly tugging at his hair.

The kiss was intense and messy, desperate to feel each other; forcing your body as close as possible to his. Sunghoon was just as eager as you to feel your body, his hands slipping under your shirt, making it easier for him to feel your skin. ‘’Does it bother you as much as it bothers me?’’ He mumbled into the kiss, his nails digging into your sides causing a whimper to leave your lips. ‘’Yes,’’ You admitted, your words coming out shakily; a small smirk forming on his lips as he slowly guided your lower body against his crotch. ‘’Why don’t you show me how much it bothers you, hm?’’ He murmured, the bulge in his pants now being very noticeable.

You were quick to unbutton his pants, trying your best to slide them down his legs but it was incredibly hard to do so while still kissing him; causing you to whine. Sunghoon noticed your struggle and decided to help you out by sliding them down his legs himself, his lips still attached to yours. A hiss left his lips as he felt you place your hands on his now painfully hard cock, his underwear being the only thing separating your hand and his cock. ‘’Take your pants off, now.’’ He grunted, which you happily obliged. Sunghoon watched as you pulled your pants off your lower body, your lips bruised from the harsh makeout session; the sight causing Sunghoons cock to twitch in his boxers.

He was quick to attach his lips to yours once again, his fingers playing with the hem of your underwear. You desperately tried your best to grind yourself against his hard-on, desperate to feel any type of friction; but Sunghoon was quick to stop you by placing one of his hands on your hips. He ran his fingers across your still clothed core, causing a moan to leave your lips; a small smirk forming on Sunghoons lips. ‘’You’re already soaked baby,’’ He mumbled as he slowly lifted your underwear to the side, exposing your wet folds. ‘’All for me, hm?’’ He asked, looking up at you. You nodded in response, your eyes practically begging him to touch you. Suddenly you felt one of his fingers slip into you, a gasp leaving your lips followed by a moan. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ You whimpered as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you; watching as his finger disappeared into you with ease. ‘’You’re so fucking wet,’’ He grunted, adding another finger. ‘’I need your cock, Sunghoon, please,’’

Your words took him by surprise, causing him to look back up at him. He kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, his lips slightly parted. ‘’Are you sure? I can just keep fingering you,’’ He let out, watching you shake your head as you squirmed around his fingers. ‘’No, I need you to fuck me.’’ You replied, not feeling satisfied with just his fingers. Sunghoon kept his fingers inside of you as he scanned your face, trying to find any hint of regret or discomfort in your face; but instead, his eyes met your lustful ones which told him everything he needed to know. He quickly smashed his lips against yours once again, his fingers slipping out of you. ‘’There are condoms in the top drawer,’’ You mumbled against his lips, pointing over at your bedside table.

Sunghoon was quick to reach over and open the top drawer, grabbing a condom. He couldn’t help but wonder why you had condoms laying around, maybe you were actually fucking other guys? But he decided he would have to think about that later, being too busy pulling his now fully erect cock out of his underwear before tearing the condom package open using his teeth. He quickly rolled the condom down his length, looking back up at you. ‘’Are you sure?’’ He asked, wanting to make sure you actually wanted him to fuck you one more time. ‘’I’ve never been so sure in my entire life, Sunghoon.’’

As you felt his cock slowly stretch you out, a small moan left your lips as you grabbed onto his shoulders. ‘’Fuck,’’ Sunghoon muttered, watching you sink down on his length; trying his best not to let out a groan as he felt your wet walls pulsate around his cock. You stayed still for a moment, letting yourself get used to his girth. Sunghoon looked up at you with his lower lip in between his teeth, trying his hardest not to thrust into you from underneath. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ You whimpered, his name leaving your lips causing a groan to finally leave his lips. ‘’It’s okay, take your time baby.’’ He mumbled in response.

The second he felt you slowly start bouncing on his cock, he could no longer hold his groans in. ‘’You’re way tighter than I imagined,’’ He groaned as his head hit the headboard of your bed. He could feel your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, only heightening the feeling of euphoria he was feeling from you bouncing on his cock.

He could tell you were struggling though by the way your legs were already shaking even though you only had been riding him for about thirty seconds, placing one of his hands on your hips. ‘’Let me do it baby, let me make you feel good, okay?’’ He let out, causing you to nod. He placed his other hand on your hip as well, slowly thrusting his lower body up. A moan left your lips as he was able to go even deeper than when you were riding him.

He kept his pace slow and steady, wanting the experience to last for as long as possible. ‘’Sunghoon, please,’’ You moaned, one of your hands finding their way to your clit; slowly rubbing it. Sunghoon felt his cock twitch inside of your pussy by your action, finding you rubbing your own clit hotter than he could ever imagine. ‘’Please what baby?’’ He mumbled, not taking his eyes off you. ‘’Please, fuck me harder.’’

The words almost made Sunghoon cum right there and then. He stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out if he should listen to you and fuck you the way he wanted or if he should keep fucking you the way he was. But as his eyes met your lustful ones, he could no longer hold it back. ‘’Anything you want,’’ Before you knew it, he snapped his hips forwards; causing you to almost scream as the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot. His thrusts were now aggressive, causing you to collapse on top of him; burying your head in the pillow behind him in an attempt to block out your now loud moans.

Sunghoon, however, wasn’t having any of it. Suddenly, you felt one of his hands leave your hips and wrap around your throat instead; forcing you to look at him. ‘’I want to hear your pretty moans love,’’ He grunted, slightly squeezing your throat. No one had ever choked you before, but his fingers wrapped around your throat only made you even dizzier from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

Sunghoon continued ramming into you, his hand still tightly wrapped around your throat as he attached his lips to your collarbones; leaving sloppy kisses behind. ‘’Look at you, being such a whore for me, hm? Letting me fuck you like this,’’ He mumbled against your skin, causing you to moan even louder. ‘’Hoon,’’ You whimpered as you felt your high slowly approaching. The nickname made Sunghoon grunt, his other hand finding its way to your ass. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ You moaned, causing Sunghoon to land a slap against one of your buttcheeks. ‘’Touch yourself for me again baby.’’ He commanded, leaning back in the bed as he continued pounding into you; wanting to see your face as you came.

You quickly did as you were told, your fingers desperately rubbing your clit as you threw your head back in pleasure. Sunghoons thrusts only became stronger as he noticed the way your face was scrunching up, indicating that you were now extremely close to your release. ‘’Go on baby, cum all over my cock like the slut you are.’’ His words pushed you over the edge, whimpers and loud moans leaving your lips as you came all over his cock just like he had ordered you to.

The sight in front of Sunghoon also pushed him over the edge. Suddenly he felt his cock twitch and before he knew it, cum was filling the condom wrapped over his cock. Strings of curses left his mouth as he continued thrusting into you, riding both your and his own orgasm out. His thrusts slowly became sloppier as he came down from his high, the sound of both yours and his desperate pants filling the room. Your eyes fluttered open as you came down from your own high, your lips slightly parted as Sunghoons fingers slowly left your throat; taking a deep breath as you were finally able to breathe properly.

Sunghoon kept his cock inside of you for a while, not wanting to pull out, and neither did you. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment, a small smile spreading across your lips. ‘’Holy fuck Y/N.’’ Sunghoon panted, placing one of his hands on your neck as he smashed his lips against yours. You chuckled into the kiss, placing one of your hands on his bare chest. ‘’The things you do to me,’’ He mumbled, placing his forehead against your own. You felt yourself blushing at his words, trying your best to hide how embarrassed he made you feel. ‘’Hopefully they’re all good things.’’ You chuckled, placing another kiss on top of his lips. ‘’They’re more than just good things Y/N, you’re fucking amazing.’’ He let out, pulling you in for yet another kiss. This time, you felt his tongue enter your mouth; causing a whimper to leave your lips. If Park Sunghoon only knew the things he did to you as well.

‘’Sunghoon?’’ You let out as you fiddled with your fingers, watching from your bed as he pulled his pants back up. He hummed in response as he pulled his zipper up, focused on trying to get his pants on. ‘’Would you like to stay the night?’’ You asked, causing Sunghoon to look up at you. He just stared at you in shock, raising both his eyebrows. The look on his face made you question if your question was stupid, maybe he found it weird that you wanted him to stay the night; especially since you had only hung out three times in total. ‘’I mean, it’s quite late and I just thought, well, maybe you could spend the night instead of taking the bus home at this hour,’’ You quickly let out, trying to explain yourself. ‘’It’s totally fine if you think it’s weird, you don’t have to!’’ You continued, being too busy explaining yourself to notice the small smile forming on his lips.

‘’Y/N,’’ He let out, interrupting you before you could even continue rambling. You frowned as you looked over at him, now noticing the smile on his lips; he definitely thought the suggestion was weird. He made his way towards you, sitting down beside you; your eyes following his every move. You suddenly felt his hands intertwine with yours, causing your eyes to widen as you looked down at your now intertwined fingers. ‘’I’d love to stay the night.’’ He continued, your eyes meeting his.

A small smile crept onto your lips, now feeling stupid for rambling like that; embarrassment washing over you. A chuckle left Sunghoons lips as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you; placing your head on his chest. ‘’I’m glad you asked.’’ He mumbled, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. Even though he couldn’t see it, your smile only grew bigger as the words left his lips. ‘’I do have one request though,’’ He continued, causing you to look up at him with both your eyebrows raised.

‘’Remember the ramen you offered to make me when I walked you home from that party?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’How about you make me that ramen now instead, hm?’’

Sunghoon woke up before you the following morning. At first, he was slightly confused as he opened his eyes; only to see a pair of bedsheets that didn’t belong to him, nor did the rest of the room belong to him. But as his eyes landed on your sleeping figure, he quickly realized where he was and he couldn’t help but feel a small grin form on his lips. He reached his hand towards your face, lightly pushing a few pieces of hair that had fallen onto your face as you slept away before slowly retracting it; careful not to wake you up.

It had been a long time since Sunghoon last stayed over at someone else house. He usually never stayed the night at another girl's house, and if he did he would get out of there before the girl even woke up. But as he watched you peacefully sleep next to him, your lips slightly parted and one of your arms wrapped around his stomach; he found himself never wanting to leave your bed. If it was up to him, he’d never leave the comfort he found in your warm bed, watching you sleep.

It wasn’t until your eyes fluttered open that Sunghoon realized he had been staring at you. A small smile formed on his lips as he placed his hand back on your cheek, gently stroking it using his thumb. ‘’Goodmorning,’’ He mumbled, his voice still raspy from just waking up. A small smile formed on your lips as well as your eyes fluttered shut again, trying your best to shield your eyes from the harsh sunlight coming from the window; refusing to wake up just yet. Sunghoon let out a chuckle, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you closer to him.

The box of ramen that you had prepared for him the previous night was still placed on your bedside table, not even halfway finished. He had been too busy admiring you and placing small kisses wherever he could to even finish it, so the ramen was left to turn cold; not that neither of you complained. Being in your company was way better than any ramen could ever be. ‘’What’s the time?’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, one of his hands finding its way to your hair; his fingertips rubbing your scalp. ‘’Too early.’’ He mumbled in response, earning a chuckle from you; a chuckle that made Sunghoons heart practically melt.

Sunghoon felt lucky. Maybe even accomplished, for being able to be this close to you. He had never craved this type of intimacy before, the type of intimacy that didn’t revolve around sex. No, he had never craved the type of intimacy where forehead kisses and holding hands were included. But as he found himself playing with your hair, pressing his lips against your forehead he realized that maybe this was the type of intimacy he had been craving all along. ‘’We should get up,’’ He mumbled against your skin, his lips pressing soft kisses against your forehead. You let out a sigh, wrapping an arm around his upper body as you pulled yourself closer to him. ‘’In a minute.’’ You softly let out, your eyes still closed. Sunghoon looked down at you, a small smile forming on his lips once again; how could he say no to that?

You, however, didn’t get up in a minute. A minute somehow turned into thirty minutes before Sunghoon finally managed to get you out of bed, even though he would much rather stay in bed with you he knew the two of you had to go to school and you couldn’t stay in bed all day no matter how much you wanted to. ‘’Do you want to bring something to eat? I don’t think we have enough time to have a proper breakfast,’’ You muttered as you entered the kitchen, rubbing your eyes.

Sunghoon leaned against the doorframe, watching as you tried your best to hide the fact that your eyes were still puffy from just waking up. The puffy eyes Sunghoon loved to see every morning whenever you arrived at school. ‘’Come here,’’ He suddenly let out as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. You let out a small gasp as you felt his hot breath against your throat, debating wheater you should push him away or not; not wanting to risk being late.

But with his lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, your breath hitching in your throat; you couldn’t help but place your hand on his bare bicep, the part that his t-shirt failed to cover, his skin feeling hot to the touch. ‘’We should really get going Sunghoon,’’ You mumbled, your eyes darting over to the clock hanging on your kitchen wall. He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, chuckling as he did so. ‘’School doesn’t start in another half an hour though.’’ He mumbled, his hands finding their way to your waist.

His hands slipped under your shirt, his hands gently caressing the skin above the waistline of your pants. You let out a breath, tilting your head to the side as he continued pressing feather-soft kisses against your neck.

As you stood there in your kitchen, Sunghoons hands stroking the sides of your waist as he pulled you closer; you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You could see his dark hair in the corner of your eyes, his head dipped in between your shoulder and neck as his normally rough lips were now leaving compassionate kisses all over your neck; not leaving a single bit of skin untouched. His actions made you wonder, wonder what the relationship you and Park Sunghoon shared really meant to him. ‘’It takes about half an hour to drive from here,’’ You mumbled in response, your eyes fluttering close. He hummed against your neck, the vibrations causing you to practically melt into his touch. Truth to be told, you didn’t want to leave his grasp either.

‘’Just give me two more minutes,’’ He let out in between kisses, slightly pulling your shirt up to be able to feel your skin more easily. A small chuckle escaped your lips as your other hand found its way up his other bicep, slightly squeezing it. ‘’I don’t think we have two minutes, unless you want to get scolded by your professor.’’ Your words made Sunghoon look up at you, his lips leaving your neck; almost making you want to whine in protest. A small smile spread across his lips before pressing one last kiss to your jawline. ‘’I’ll always have two minutes to spare for you.’’

You couldn’t help but wonder if he made every girl he fucked feel this special.

‘’Y/N, please!’’ Yeojin begged, causing a sigh to leave your lips. Yeojin had been bugging you ever since you arrived at school, begging you to come with her to a party Jay was throwing. You, on the other hand, were too busy texting Sunghoon. You had absolutely no plans on going to the party Yeojin was talking about, no, you had completely other plans on your mind.

What are you doing tonight?

You read the message a couple of times, your thumb hovering over the ‘send’ button before finally pressing it, quickly locking your phone before looking up at your friend. ‘’Yeojin, I really don’t want to.’’ You groaned as you placed your phone on the table in front of you. Yeojin just stared at you before groaning in annoyance, throwing her head back. ‘’I’m literally begging you! Jay himself even invited me, I can’t turn that down,’’ She exclaimed, causing you to raise one of your eyebrows. ‘’Jay invited you?’’ You asked, her words surprising you. ‘’Y/N, I’ll do anything,’’ She continued, almost getting desperate at this point.

You, however, were still processing the fact that Jay personally had invited Yeojin. As far as you knew the two of them had never even interacted before, but who were you to wonder? Maybe the two of them knew each other and she just decided to keep it from you, just like you had done to her. You had no right to question her relationship with Jay, so you decided to just stay quiet. ‘’Is there no one else you know going?’’ You questioned her, your eyes darting over to your phone. The screen was still black, indicating that Sunghoon had yet to reply to your message. ‘’Of course there is, but that’s not the point,’’ Yeojin sighed, slumping back in her chair. ‘’The point is that I want to go with you.’’

Just as you were about to tear your eyes off your phone and look back up at your friend, getting ready to once again decline her request; your phone screen lit up. You quickly grabbed it, nibbling on your bottom lip as you unlocked the phone.

I have something important coming up tonight. Why?

You stared at the reply for a moment, letting out a small sigh in disappointment. You inhaled through your nose before locking the phone once again, your eyes darting over to your friend sitting beside you. ‘’You know what? I’ll come with you.’’

Sunghoon wasn’t lying when he told you he had something important coming up tonight, at least not in his eyes. Maybe in the eyes of others, attending your best friend's party wasn’t something important; but to Sunghoon, it was the most important thing on his list right now. Not because he felt like he had to attend his best friend's party, no, because he desperately needed to talk to Jay and the party was his best bet.

A heavy feeling settled over him as he entered his best friend's house, the loud music being heard the second he turned onto Jay’s street. He forced himself to greet the people around him with a half-assed smile as he walked through the already packed living room, making his way towards the kitchen; the place where Jay almost spent all his time during parties. ‘’Took you long enough,’’ Jay’s voice was heard from behind him, causing Sunghoon to spin around. Jay chuckled at his reaction, immediately handing him a cup filled with alcohol. ‘’My bad, I got caught up in some shit at home,’’ Sunghoon replied as he grabbed the cup from his friend, looking down at the cup as he tried to figure out what type of alcohol the cup contained.

Sunghoon hadn’t gotten caught up with something at home. It was probably one of the biggest lies he had ever told, when in reality, he had been laying in his bed; his thoughts racing as he tried to figure out a way to tell his best friend that he had fallen for you and wanted to pretend like the bet never existed in the first place. No matter how Sunghoon tried putting it, it just sounded so fucking stupid, causing him to almost have a nervous breakdown on the way to the party.

‘’It doesn’t matter, at least you’re here now,’’ Jay chuckled as he threw one of his arms around his friend's shoulders, dragging him back into the living room. Sunghoon let out a nervous chuckle, his heart racing as he tried to find the right words. ‘’Jay, I need to talk to you real quick,’’ He mumbled, looking over at his friend. Jay only smiled at the boy in response, patting his back; causing Sunghoon to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. ‘’Sure, but I have something to tell you first.’’ Jay let out, leaning closer to his friend.

“She’s here,” Jay whispered into his ear, causing Sunghoon to raise one of his eyebrows. “Who?’’ Sunghoon asked, his eyebrows still furrowed as he tried to figure out what his friend was talking about. He had only missed about an hour of the party, so there was no way his friend was already that drunk to the point where he was talking nonsense; although his breath did reek of alcohol. ‘’Take a look for yourself. But it seems like someone beat you to it though,’’ Jay chuckled, his eyes darting over to the couch placed a little further away.

Sunghoon felt sick to his stomach as he spotted you sitting on the couch, his steps immediately coming to a halt. Not only were you actually there, but you also had company. With your company being no other than Jake himself, Sunghoon felt like he was actually about to throw up any second. Sunghoons lips parted like he was about to say something, but not a single word would leave his lips; feeling like his whole world just came crashing down. Just like that, his plans went straight out the window.

Bringing the cup filled with liquor to his lips, Sunghoon downed the alcohol in one big sip. He cringed at the strong taste, but at this point, he didn’t even care. He needed that alcohol to get through the night. He dropped the now empty plastic cup on the floor, shaking his friend's arm off his shoulders. ‘’I need to get some fresh air.’’ Sunghoon mumbled, walking away before his friend could even say something; leaving Jay standing alone, dumbfounded by his sudden actions.

You had already gotten to the party way before Sunghoon. It hadn’t even been an hour, yet Yeojin had already left you alone. But to her defense, she only left to use the toilet; you had made her promise you not to run off like last time you agreed to come with her to a party, a promise she intended to keep. A sigh escaped your lips as you slumped down on the couch, bringing the cup you were holding in one of your hands to your lips as you glanced around the room. Somehow, you managed to completely miss Sunghoon walking through the packed crowd.

You did recognize one particular face though. Your eyes went wide as you spotted the boy making his way through the crowd, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. You could tell he was just as surprised to see you by the surprised look on his face, a small smile forming on his lips. Of course, you were destined to meet Jake Sim, would it really be a party without you bumping into Jake?

As Jake approached you, a feeling of deja vu washed over you. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought, of how he had approached you the exact same way last time you went to a party; giving him a small wave as he got closer. ‘’Don’t tell me you’re all on your own again?’’ Jake chuckled, causing a chuckle to leave your lips as well. ‘’No, my friend is somewhere around here.’’ You replied as he slumped down next to you, holding onto the very same red cup you were holding in one of your hands.

The last time Jake sat this close to you, butterflies filled your stomach. The way his hand had been lingering on your thigh as he spoke, combined with the way his pearly white smile had made you weak at the knees; this time, however, that feeling was nowhere to be found. Maybe because you knew he had a girlfriend this time, or maybe because the only thing you had been able to think about lately was Sunghoon; you weren’t sure which one it was. ‘’We haven’t spoken in a while.’’ He let out, your eyes meeting his.

You hummed in response, not knowing whether to tell him the truth or just make up some bullshit lie, maybe something about how you’ve been busy with school and simply forgot to text him. ‘’Yeah, sorry about that,’’ You mumbled, trying to figure out what to tell him. Luckily for you, Jake continued speaking before you could say anything else. ‘’I was kind of butthurt by you ghosting me, to be honest.’’ Jake chuckled, his eyes looking down at the cup he was holding in his hands. You stared at him for a moment, not knowing what to say next. ‘’Oh,’’ You managed to get out, playing with the rings placed on your fingers. ‘’Was it something I did? Or said?’’ He suddenly blurted out, his eyes meeting yours once again.

You raised both your eyebrows in surprise, immediately shaking your head. ‘’No, not at all!’’ You let out, still shaking your head as you spoke. ‘’You’ve done nothing wrong,’’ You continued, giving him a small smile in an attempt to reassure him. ‘’Then why? I enjoyed talking to you, a lot actually.’’ He spoke, not taking his eyes off of you; a small smile plastered on his lips as well.

A part of you felt disgusted by his words. You felt disgusted because he already had a girlfriend, yet here he was, attempting to flirt with you. ‘’I just, I would hate having another girl texting my boyfriend if I was in a relationship, you know?’’ You let out, now it was your turn to look down at the drink you were holding in your hand in an attempt to avoid his gaze. Jake’s smile faded as the words left your lips, being replaced by a frown instead. ‘’What do you mean?’’ He asked, slightly furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. ‘’I mean, I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate another girl texting you,’’ You chuckled, looking back up at him; the confused look on his face surprising you. ‘’Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend, where did you get that from?’’ He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

You raised one of your eyebrows, the smile previously plastered on your lips slowly fading away. ‘’Oh, Sunghoon told me you got back together with the girl that dumped you so I just assumed the two of you were in a relationship,’’ You managed to get out, stumbling over your own words as you tried explaining yourself; scared you had offended him by assuming. Jake just stared at you for a moment, clenching his jaw as he realized what had happened. ‘’Sunghoon told you that?’’

You slowly nodded in response, confused as to why that had anything to do with the situation. ‘’I never got back together with her.’’ He suddenly let out. You furrowed your eyebrows, slightly tilting your head as you felt yourself grow even more confused. Then why would Sunghoon tell you that he did? ‘’Maybe Sunghoon just misunderstood or something,’’ You mumbled, a snort being heard from the boy in front of you; taking you by surprise. ‘’No, that’s not it.’’ He let out, placing the red cup he was holding in his hand on the table beside him before standing up. ‘’Speaking of Sunghoon, I haven’t said hi to him yet,’’ He smiled at you, your eyes following his every movement. You stared at him for a moment, frowning. ‘’Sunghoon’s here?’’

Jake stared back at you, nodding his head. ‘’Yeah, I thought you came with him,’’ He replied, furrowing his eyebrows. You just stared at him before shaking your head, trying to figure out why Sunghoon was here when he told you he’d be busy doing something important tonight. Was a party his idea of something important? ‘’You wanna come with me?’’ Jake asked, snapping you out of your thoughts; forcing yourself to give the boy in front of you a smile. ‘’It’s okay, I’ll find him later. But you should go, we’ll talk more later, yeah?’’ You smiled at him, causing him to nod.

Your smile slowly faded away as you watched Jake disappear into the crowd of people, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Questions flooded your mind, had Sunghoon lied to you? And why did Jake react like that? It wasn’t like Sunghoon had said anything bad, and you doubted that he had lied to you, because why would he? There was no way he would actually lie to you, right?

Fiddling with a lighter while trying to light the cigarette placed between his lips as he listened to the now muffled music coming from inside the house behind him, Sunghoon found himself leaning against one of the lamp posts a little further away from the house. He barely ever smoked, only when he felt stressed; which he barely did. But tonight, he felt like he was seconds away from having a heart attack from all the stress he was currently feeling.

Maybe he was more panicked than stressed. He hadn’t expected you to show up at the party, especially since you had told him the previous night that parties most definitely weren’t your thing; but there you were, sitting on the couch with a drink in your hand. It was only a couple of days left until it officially marked one month since he first made the bet with Jay, and the thought of you finding out was eating him alive. He knew Jay probably expected him to make a big scene out of it, that he would tell you in front of the entire school how he only played you; and the thought of it made Sunghoons heart drop.

One month ago, Sunghoon probably would’ve found it funny seeing your face when he told you that you were only a bet. But one month later, a whole month of spending time and getting closer to you, the thought wasn’t as amusing anymore. No, instead the thought felt almost gut-wrenching, like he was about to throw up by just thinking about you and your face when you found out.

Sunghoon felt stupid. He felt like an absolute fool for actually catching feelings for you, for even letting himself fall for you in the first place. He thought about just completely ghosting you and never speak to you again, knowing that would probably be easier than having to see your face as you found out about his stupid fucking bet he made with Jay; but deep down he knew he couldn’t do that. No, there was no way he would ever be able to stay away from you, not when he had fallen in love with you.

‘’Hey!’’

The voice took Sunghoon by surprise, causing him to turn around. As he spotted Jake walking toward him, he felt somewhat relieved; relieved it wasn’t you walking toward him. He however completely missed the enraged look on his friends face. ‘’You want my cigarette? I don’t want it anymore,’’ Sunghoon muttered as Jake came closer, reaching his hand out for Jake to grab the cigarette. Instead, Sunghoon felt Jake place both his hands on top of his chest and before he knew it, Jake had forcefully pushed him backward; causing Sunghoon to stumble. He looked up at Jake in surprise, only now noticing the angry expression plastered on his face.

‘’What the fuck?’’ Sunghoon let out as he regained his balance, dropping the lit cigarette on the ground. ‘’What’s wrong with you?’’ Jake exclaimed, causing Sunghoon to raise both of his eyebrows; still in shock over the fact that his best friend had just pushed him, something that had never happened before. ‘’What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you, why the fuck did you do that?’’

The two boys had been friends for almost a year now, yet the two of them had never gotten into an argument. Not a psychical argument, at least. ‘’It’s about Y/N,’’ Jake glared at his friend, Sunghoons lips parting in surprise. ‘’Y/N?’’ Sunghoon asked, both confusion and nervousness washing over him at the mention of your name. ‘’Don’t act fucking stupid.’’ Jake spat, still not taking his eyes off the boy. A chuckle escaped Sunghoon’s lips, finding the irony of Jake talking about you amusing. ‘’Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

‘’Don’t act like you actually care about her,’’ Sunghoon raised his eyebrows in shock, almost laughing at his friend's statement. ‘’Are you trying to tell me that you care about her?’’ Sunghoon spat back at the boy standing before him, glaring at him; now feeling offended by the boy's statement. ‘’She’s only a fucking bet to you Sunghoon,’’ Jake laughed in his friend's face, causing Sunghoon to clench his fists. ‘’So who are you to ask me if I care about her?’’ Jake hissed, his eyes burning into Sunghoons brown ones.

‘’Fuck you, you’ve literally spoken to her, what? twice?’’ Sunghoon snorted, a chuckle trailing off his lips. ‘’Because you fucking lied to her, asshole!’’ Jake exclaimed, making it obvious that he was only getting angrier by the minute; not even caring about the fact that there was now a small crowd of people forming around the two boys, their heated argument catching the attention of the people nearby. ‘’What the fuck are you talking about?’’ Sunghoon let out, raising one of his eyebrows; trying to figure out what his friend meant. ‘’Why the fuck would you tell her I’m in a relationship?’’

Right, Sunghoons little white lie. ‘’Why does it even matter? You’re my fucking best friend, you were supposed to help me, not get with her!’’ Sunghoon exclaimed, throwing both his hand up in the air as he tried to defend himself. Jake only stared at him for a moment, a chuckle trailing off his lips. ‘’Help you with what, Sunghoon?’’ Jake hissed, not taking his eyes off his friend. A groan left Sunghoons lips, rubbing his temples as he tried calming himself down. ‘’Don’t be fucking stupid, Ja-’’

‘’Actually, why don’t you tell her instead, hm? Tell her what you wanted me to help you with.’’

Confusion washed over Sunghoon as the words left Jake’s lips. He furrowed both his eyebrows, his lips slightly parted as he tried figuring out what his friend meant by telling you instead. ‘’What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’’ Sunghoon let out after a moment, his eyes still glued to the boy standing before him. Jake broke the eye contact, his eyes darting over to look at something right behind the boy; parting his lips to speak. ‘’I said, you should tell her instead.’’

As Sunghoon spun around to look at whatever his friend was looking at, he felt his heart drop. His lips slightly parted as he spotted you standing in the crowd, both your eyebrows furrowed as you stared right back at him. Sunghoon didn’t know whether to look away or to keep staring at you, his heart shattering as he watched you stare back at him with confusion written all over your face. ‘’Jake, don’t do this,’’ Sunghoon muttered as he looked back at his friend, lowering his voice as he felt his heart racing; realizing what his friend meant. ‘’You tell her right fucking now or I will.’’ Jake hissed in response, Sunghoons eyes darting around the people standing around them.

Sunghoon was now very aware of the crowd of people that had gathered around the two of them, feeling like he couldn’t breathe; fear taking over his body. ‘’For fucks sake Jake, don’t fucking do this, not here,’’ Sunghoon hissed, looking back at his friend once again; clenching his fists in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that his hands were now shaking. Not from anger though, but from fear. ‘’Or what, Sunghoon?’’ Jake exclaimed, the anger lingering in his voice was now clear as day.

Sunghoon felt like he was about to die any second. He couldn’t bring himself to look over at you, fearing that he would break down right there and then; keeping his eyes on the boy standing in front of him instead. ‘’Don’t do what, Sunghoon?’’ Your voice was the last thing Sunghoon needed to hear right now, forcing himself to look over at you.

The confusion written all over your face made his heart break even more, nibbling on his bottom lip as he desperately tried to come up with a plan to get both of you out of there before the situation could escalate even further. ‘’I promise I’ll tell you, but just not here, okay?’’ His words came out more shakily than he would’ve hoped, but at this point, he didn’t even care; his only goal being to get you as far away from this situation as possible. ‘’For fucks sake,’’ Jake groaned behind him, rubbing his temples as he spoke. ‘’You were only a fucking bet, Y/N!’’

It felt like Sunghoons world stopped spinning the moment the words left Jake's mouth, feeling like the whole universe came crashing down at him all at once as he watched your lips part; not a single word leaving your lips as you stared at Jake instead of Sunghoon. ‘’You don’t mean shit to him Y/N, he only saw you as a fucking bet,’’ Jake continued, his eyes glued on you.

Sunghoon tried to speak, but not a single word would leave his lips. Both defeat and guilt overtook his body as his eyes met yours again, your eyes now glossy and filled with both confusion and hurt. ‘’What is that supposed to mean, Sunghoon?’’ You breathed, your eyebrows slightly furrowed together. Sunghoon felt almost paralyzed, his lips parted as he desperately tried forming a sentence, but it only ended up in him stumbling over his words; not even knowing how to explain himself. ‘’He only used you to prove that he could get any girl he wanted.’’

‘’That’s enough Jake, I don’t want the neighbors calling the cops.’’ Jay’s voice suddenly hissed behind Sunghoon, but he still couldn’t bring himself to move. He felt like he was glued to the spot, his eyes not leaving you as he watched you realize what Jake had just said. ‘’What?’’ You managed to get out, your bottom lip starting to quiver; tears threatening to leave your eyes. ‘’Y/N,’’ Sunghoon breathed, not even sure if you could hear him due to how low his voice was; but if he spoke any louder, he was afraid the tears filling his eyes would spill down his cheeks.

The sight of the boy standing in front of you, the boy who had made you feel so special, suddenly made you want to throw up. Yet you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he stared right back at you, and if you would’ve looked close enough you probably would’ve noticed the tears threatening to leave his dark eyes; but you refused. You refused to stand there and watch him cry, you refused to stand there embarrassing yourself any further.

Sunghoon wanted to wrap his arms around you, and apologize over and over again; he wanted to pull you close to him, console you, but he knew there was no way he’d ever be able to do that. You were on the verge of tears because of him after all, and he was in no place to try to console you and he knew that. But as the first tear slowly made its way down your cheek, Sunghoon felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart.

As you turned around and walked away, wiping your tears away using the sleeve of your shirt; Sunghoon wanted to call out your name. He wanted to beg you to stay, to listen to him, to let him explain; anything. But as he watched you disappear in the crowd, he knew there was nothing he could do. It didn’t matter if his whole world just came crashing down, because so did yours. The universe could be very, very cruel after all.

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