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[enha-stars]

✧ Homecoming (18+)

paring: idol!heeseung x fem!reader (fluff, smut)

summary: Heeseung, your boyfriend, has been on tour for the past 2 months with the rest of Enhypen. According to him, he’d be home in five days. But not everything goes according to plan, and sometimes, fate is on our side.

warnings: swearing, SMUT, kissing, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex, teasing, hair pulling, wall sex (basically), oral sex & fingering (fem receiving), crying, praise, slight dom!hee, fluff

wc: 7.1 k

Heeseung and the rest of the boys lounged in his shared hotel room, waiting for their manager to figure out their recent predicament. Although their tour had officially ended a few days ago, they still had a few promotions left. This morning, their manager had told them that the promotions might have been pushed to virtual, which meant they could officially go back home. 

“I hope we get to go home soon,” Riki mumbles, half dangling off the bed with his legs in Jay’s lap. 

Jungwon and Sunghoon nod, mumbling in agreement. Heeseung was too busy staring at the door to contribute to their conversation. Everyone knew that out of the seven, Heeseung wanted to go home so badly. 

He loved touring and his fans and the amazing experience that came with his job, but he missed you. He missed you so much that when his manager first told him that there was a possibility that they would be going home sooner than intended, he almost burst into tears. None of the other members even teased him for it, knowing that when it came to you, he was a bit extreme. 

“Hyung,” Jay called him. He nudged Heeseung with his foot and the man snapped out of his trance and raised an eyebrow at Jay. “Are you going to tell Y/n?”

Heeseung thought about it. He could tell you, but nothing was confirmed yet and he’d hate to give you false hope. Plus, he’d really like to surprise you. He could already see it. The way your eyes would light up and your soft lips would part before you whispered his name. 

Heeseung shook his head and patted Jake’s head that rested on his lap. “No, I probably won’t. I want to surprise her.”

Jay nodded in understanding. He knew how much Heeseung had missed you. Hell, they all missed you.  You weren’t just Heeseung’s girlfriend, you were their friend. Someone who took care of them and got taken care of. Before he could respond, the door opened and all seven heads turned to the sound of their manager’s voice.

“Good news, guys,” their manager smiled at them. “We’re taking the next flight home.”

A collective sigh of relief was heard in the room and Heeseung smiled so bright that Sunoo laughed at him. 

“Don’t look too excited, hyung.” Jake grinned. 

He was going home. He’d be with you soon enough. The thought alone had him on cloud nine, not minding the teasing that came from his members. He even let Jake borrow his beanie and gave one of his jackets to Sunghoon. 

He couldn’t wait to have you in his arms. Talking to you everyday was something, but it wasn’t enough. He missed how you felt in his arms, how he felt in you. He missed your laugh and your mouth. 

Heeseung checked his phone and smiled at your last message. A quick update of your day and a picture of your outfit. He sent you a quick text, ‘Let’s call later, I love you.’ And turned off his phone. 

There was a small pep to his step as he packed. Instead of throwing all his stuff into the suitcase, he followed Sunghoon’s example and neatly folded his clothes. You’d be proud of him, he thought. Wondering if his reward would be a kiss or a simple shake of the head. 

Now, there was nothing but a few hours and a plane ride between you both. 

He couldn’t wait to see you. To tell you he loved you. To make up for two months of time. 

You glanced at your phone when you heard that familiar ping! When you saw Heeseung’s name on the screen, you lunged for your phone, almost tumbling off the stool you were sitting on. 

Your lips lifted into a small smile at Heeseung’s text. It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. At least you would get to hear his voice later. For now, you liked his message and placed your phone back on the counter. Currently, you were trying to finish a painting you had started a few weeks ago.

The inspiration for the painting came to you after you had watched a fan’s recording of one of their recent concerts. The fan had managed to record all seven members dancing while the moon shone brightly down on them. It sparked something in you and here you were, trying to decide how many pieces of confetti you wanted to paint. After deciding on the aesthetic instead of the quantity, you let yourself get lost in the painting. It almost felt like you were with them, standing by the stage as they performed. 

Playing their music as you worked only helped your delusions. 

A few hours passed and your back and neck hurt. Stiff, you slowly stretched your back and winced at the sounds you heard. If Heeseung was here, he’d crack your back for you. Or if Jay was here, he’d offer you a heating pad. You stared at the finished painting and grinned. This was one of your best yet. Using your white quill, you signed the bottom of the painting and let it sit. 

Quietly, you shuffled across your apartment in your socks, swaying your hips to Sunoo’s voice. With Heeseung gone and none of the other members bothering you, you lived a relatively quiet life. In quiet moments like this, you truly felt thankful for them. They brought so much joy to your life. Loud and disruptive, but warm and healing at the same time. 

As you stood in front of your fridge, your smile turned into a frown at the thought of Heeseung. You missed him so much. His hoodies stopped smelling like him and video chatting wasn’t enough. You missed hearing his laughter and his constant singing. You missed the way he’d find ways to touch you, having to have skin-to-skin contact with you at all times. You missed his teasing and horrible jokes. It didn’t help that you hadn’t properly finished since he had left.

No matter how hard you tried, how wet you were, nothing could push you over the edge the way he could. And you tried, gosh, you had tried. Nothing could compare to him, and you silently cursed him for it. Of course he’d ruin your own fingers for you. He always did want to be the best. 

Stop, you told yourself. Don’t think about him. You had come to tell yourself this many times over the weeks, knowing that even his voice wasn’t enough anymore. You needed him. 

You sighed as you scouted your fridge for all the groceries you bought yesterday and put them in a bag. You planned to stop by their dorm to clean up a bit and cook a few dishes for them. They would all be home in a few days and you wanted to give Jay a break. 

The poor guy, you frowned. You made a note to tell Heeseung to help the man out more. 

Grabbing your phone and keys, you picked up the painting and bag of groceries. The painting would look amazing on the wall adjacent to the television in their dorm and you had enough groceries to last them a few days. 

The drive to their dorm was a quick one. Usually, you would have opted to walk, but you had no plans on walking back in the night alone. 

You smiled at the attendant and made your way to their floor. Thankfully, they had fixed the elevator a few weeks ago. Maybe they finally saw the videotape of you flipping off the camera after pointing at the Out of Order sign and decided to take pity on you. 

You swiped your access card and hummed as the elevator slowly made its way up to the seventh floor. Your lips always quirked at the irony of the bright number 7 that flashed. Seven on seven. It was almost poetic. 

You put down the bag of groceries and leaned the painting on your leg as you dug through your purse for the dorm key Heeseung had given you. After a few moments, you found the Pikachu keychain and pulled at it. Your thumb brushed against the small head of the figure, recalling Heeseung’s excitement at matching keychains. 

Turning the key, you kicked the door open and winced at the smell. No matter how hard you or anyone else cleaned the dorm, a distinct scent of boy would always linger. Sighing, you grabbed the painting and bag before making your way inside, kicking your shoes off to the side. 

Immediately, you scanned the large room. You were the only one who had been here constantly in the last two months but it was always better to be safe. Sometimes, the staff liked to move the furniture around to change things up. 

Once you had made sure that all the plants were alive, you opened a few windows. It was a bit chilly out but the place needed to be aired out. 

You connected your phone to Heeseung’s speaker and began looking for the hammer that Riki had once bought because he claimed it “looked cool”. The painting was heavy and needed heavy duty assistance, which meant you needed screws as well. 

“Where did he put it?” You mumbled, having gone through all the kitchen drawers. The thing about Riki was that when he bought something, he valued it beyond anything. He usually slept with the item or banned any member from touching it. While endearing, it usually meant that when his phase was over, he tossed the item, never to be found again. 

Finally, you found the neon green hammer under the television table and sighed. That boy, you chastised. 

You reached into your pocket and grabbed the small screw you needed. Placing it on the wall, you quietly hammered it in. The best part about being Heeseung’s girlfriend and friends with the members and staff, was that you had free reign to do things like this. 

No one bat an eye if they found you hammering a painting against the wall. It made your heart squeeze, knowing that you had found your place here, with them. 

Fuck, you missed them. Only a few more days. 

Once the painting was up, you stood in the middle of the room, taking it all in. I was right, you smiled. It does tie the whole room together. 

Nodding to yourself, you grabbed the cloth you had wrung out earlier and began to dust the visible surfaces. You had cleaned up the apartment only last week, so it was still freshly clean. You didn’t have to clean up the dorm, in fact, everyone had specifically told you not to, but you wanted to. It made you feel like you were doing something; helping somehow. Plus, it made you feel at ease. You could smell faint hints of your boyfriend and the quietness of it all helped calm you down. 

Your own apartment was small, and cleaning it wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. Plus, this was the least you could do for the members and the staff. They all worked so hard, and you liked cleaning. When there was no one nagging at your or any time constraint, cleaning was almost therapeutic. 

Once you had dusted the surfaces and vacuumed, you made your way to the kitchen. You had an idea of what you wanted to cook, deciding on seven dishes; one that catered to each member. Washing your hands, you started cooking. 

You liked cooking on your own, but it was always better with someone else. Unlike Jay, you didn’t mind cooking with him. There were many nights when you’d tell him to relax and take over the kitchen, but he’d always want to do something. So, you and Jay were often in the kitchen while the younger members watched you from the island. 

Even now, you could imagine his slight frown as you took over the counter, not wanting to say anything but he never was good at controlling his facial expressions. 

You quietly chuckled to yourself, already knowing Jay’s reaction to a stocked fridge. He’d freeze at the sight and immediately start feeling bad, and you’d only pat his head and tell him to shut up. 

A few hours passed and you slowly stocked the fridge, using all of Jay’s containers. Once the food was safely put away, you began wiping down the counters. Your heart felt so full at the domestication of it all. You were tired and your body hurt, but it would be worth it to see their thankful smiles, knowing you were taking care of them as best as you could. 

Through the music and your quiet humming, you heard noise in the hallway. It started with shuffling and footsteps and turned into ruckus, with yelling and shoving. 

Freezing, you stared at the door before grabbing the closest thing to you, a butter knife. Any of the staff members would have texted you if they were coming and no one else should be here. Slowly, you walked towards the door, forgetting to turn down the music. You winced when Bite Me began playing, hoping the intruder(s) wouldn’t take the song too seriously. 

You watched in slow motion as the door swung open and you stopped breathing when you heard familiar voices and your knees buckled when your eyes landed on him. He was here. Why on earth was he here right now? 

Heeseung swings the door open, mumbling at how slow Jake could be sometimes when everything fell quiet around him. Looking up, his words died on his tongue as he made eye contact with you. 

The members behind him fell quiet, staring at you. All you could do was stare back, lips parted and eyes shining. Were you dreaming? Had the music and the spices mixed with the fumes of the cleaning supplies, putting you in psychosis? 

That’s how you all stood, staring at each other until you licked your lips and blinked a few times. You hadn’t breathed in what felt like minutes. “Heeseung?” Your voice was quiet, afraid the mirage would disappear if you spoke louder. 

Your voice; your soft, velvety voice brought him back and he smiled at you, his eyes bright and hands shaking. “Hi, pretty.” He spoke equally softly, afraid his words would tremble.

You dropped the butter knife and its clunk synced with the sound of Heeseung’s suitcase and suddenly, you were in his arms. His strong, shaky arms wrapped around you and you buried your head in his shoulder, breathing him in. His own head was in your hair, his hands traveling the length of your back, making sure you were real. 

He mumbled quiet nothings at you while you clenched your eyes shut, hating how your eyes watered. He pulled away and immediately cooed when he saw the tears falling from your eyes. His own eyes shined a bit, crinkled and glassy. 

“Oh, baby.” He used his thumbs to wipe the tears from your eyes. His heart was going to explode with the way you were looking up at him with wide eyes and trembling lips. Cupping your face, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Before he could pull away, you grabbed the front of his hoodie and with your other hand, you cupped his cheek and tilted your head, deepening the kiss. He smiled into the kiss and you could feel his heart beating against your chest. His lips were warm and your head felt fuzzy at the scent of his familiar cologne. 

He licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, but before you could taste his tongue, someone cleared their throat around you. You pulled away from Heeseung, smiling at his closed eyes and the pout on his lips. Turning, you realized that the other members had moved further into the dorm. Jake, Sunoo, and Riki were staring at the painting in awe while Jungwon was checking on his plants. Sunghoon was walking around, admiring the cleanliness of the room and Jay stood in the kitchen, hands on his hips as he stared at you, fridge doors open. 

You stepped away from Heeseung, grinning at the way his lips pursed and how he reached for you. You smiled at the boys in front of you and opened your arms. Immediately, Riki’s tall body enveloped your smaller one, knocking you back. You felt Heeseung’s warm hands steady you and laughed as Riki squeezed your body tight.

You rubbed his back, knowing how bad his attachment issues got. He had texted you everyday, updating you with pictures or quick voice messages. You also received his longer texts, the ones that were filled with doubts and fears. You knew Riki saw you as a parental figure, and you were okay with it. Patting his head, you whispered quiet, soothing words to the boy. 

“Move, Riki, my turn.” Sunoo rolled his eyes, pulling Riki off you. You could only laugh at Riki’s yelp before Sunoo pulled you into a hug. You hugged the boy just as tightly, kissing his cheek. You rocked with him as he buried his face into your shoulder. He, too, like Riki, had often texted you with doubts. You wished he would see himself the way you saw him, bright and talented. 

You rubbed his back, basking in the familiarity of it all. Sunoo kissed your cheek before pulling away, a wobbly smile on his face. You pat his cheek before Jake shoved Sunoo and bearhugged you, crushing you a bit. You smile as he squeezes you tight and you pat his head, knowing how attached to you he was. Saying goodbye for him wasn’t easy and you could tell he missed you by the way his body trembled. 

“Jake, move, you big baby. It’s my turn.” Jungwon pouted, arms crossed. Jake mumbled a string of incomprehensible words and released his hold on you. You pat his chest and smile at the puppy eyes he gives you. You’d have to delegate your time with them all. 

You hugged Jungwon’s slightly smaller frame, slightly surprised at his eagerness. Jungwon, while very affectionate, usually hesitated with hugs. But he needed this, so he let himself sigh into your hold. 

Behind you, you can feel Heeseung’s heat against your back. He’s close, and he’s trying to breathe you in. All he wanted to do was grab your hand and pull you into his room. He needed to kiss you, to touch your skin, bask in your scent. He would have to wait, though, because he wasn’t the only one who loved you. You were his girlfriend, yes, but you were more. You were a part of their family, someone who had been with them since their days on I-Land. 

You were Jay’s sous chef, someone who eased his burden. You were Jake’s bridge, someone he could rely on and felt safe with. You were Sunghoon’s pillar, there to remind him to stand tall and lean on you if he needed to. You were Sunoo’s breath of fresh air, a reminder that he was not alone and that things would be okay. You were Jungwon’s and Riki’s biggest supporter, caring for them the way they needed to be cared for. You stood behind Jungwon, knowing he needed care and support even though he was the leader. To you, he was still a kid. And Riki, you were everything to Riki. A sister and a mother, both when he needed one. Heeseung needed to be patient. It was his fault really, having inserted you in their lives. But he was thankful, so thankful. 

“Jungwon,” Sunghoon tsked. “I’m waiting.” He stood in front of you, arms crossed as he tapped his foot impatiently. He wasn’t the most physically affectionate, but it had been two months and he had missed you. 

Rolling his eyes, Jungwon kissed your cheek before stepping away, shoving Sunghon’s shoulder before the older boy gently wrapped his arms around you. You laughed at his behaviour, before squeezing him tight. He wasn’t often like this, but when he was, you knew he just needed some attention. 

Gently, you rubbed Sunghoon’s back, watching as his stiff shoulders slowly dropped and he melted into the hug. It was the most platonic form of affection, but it did wonders. 

Sunghoon pulled away from you, grinning so wide you almost poked his little fangs. You smiled and turned to face Jay, who still stood in the kitchen with a frown on your lips. 

You shook your head at him, he was truly predictable. “Come on, Jay, aren’t you going to give me a hug?” 

Jay sighed and dropped his shoulders before he shuffled to you. You spread your arms before wiggling your eyebrows at him. He smiled before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you the way you assumed he hugged children. You ruffled his hair before patting his back, knowing how tough the past two months must have been for him. He would tell you, all in due time. 

Stepping away, he frowned once again. “Y/n, you really didn’t have to do all of this. Who’s going to eat all that food?” 

You laughed and pointed to the five boys behind him, all looking at you with a sheepish smile. “Them. And you. And Hee.” Before Jay could argue further, you raised your hand. “I wanted to make sure you guys came home to some food and I wanted to give you a break. So, just say thank you and shut up.” 

Jay stared at you before sighing and nodding. “Thanks, Y/n. You’re the best.” You laughed at his defeated face, patting his cheek. 

“Don’t sound so upset about it,” you teased. 

Once Jay stepped away from you and walked back to the kitchen, the rest of the members fell back onto the couches, exhaustion knocking them back. Behind you, Heeseung wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped his head on your shoulder. He kissed your neck and you smiled, dropping your head back on his shoulder. 

“Y/n,” Riki patted the seat next to him. “Come sit. You too, hyung.” 

Heeseung didn’t unwrap his arms from your waist so you both slowly walked to them. He fell back onto the sofa, pulling you into his lap. You settled in, shifting a bit before you felt comfortable. Heeseung squeezed your hips, and you grinned. He couldn’t have been more obvious. 

“So,” you clapped your hands together. “What the hell are you all doing here? I thought you guys weren’t going to be back for a few days.” 

Jungwon grinned at you. “All of our ending promotions turned virtual so we got to come home early.”

You could hear Jay mumbles before he fell back onto Jake, ignoring the other boy's groan as he shoved him to the side. 

“Why didn’t anyone tell me? I would have come to the airport. Or had a warm meal ready.”

Jay waved his hand, dismissing your words. “We’re still stuffed. We ate before we left and again on the plane.” He patted his stomach. “I’m about to explode. 

Sunoo pointed at Heeseung. “He wanted to surprise you but you surprised us. How often have you been coming to the dorm?”

You shrugged, your face feeling warm. “A few times… a week.” You bit your bottom lip as they laughed. You could feel Heeseung’s chest rumble and you leaned back on him. You slightly shifted your hips and his nails dug into your skin. Your own breath hitched when you felt his bulge. 

“Tell me about the tour! How was it?” Heeseung almost groaned when you leaned forward, excited. He was losing it a bit. Here he was, back home and you were with him, and yet, he wasn’t in you. What was he doing? Why hadn’t he taken you to his room and fucked you yet? 

The rest of the members started talking, words spilling out of their mouth as you sat perched on his lap, listening carefully. They spoke over each other, excited to tell you all about the tour. 

Heeseung barely listened, focusing more on the heat of your body on his. He chimed in a few times but he was more interested in rubbing circles on your lower back, smirking to himself everytime you flexed your back. He had missed you so much, and all he wanted was to show you. He knew you wanted him just as bad, but your self control was always better than his. 

Slipping his hand under your shirt, he rubbed your back. At the feeling of his nails gently hovering over your skin, you felt goosebumps litter across your skin. It was getting harder to pay attention to Jake’s stories. You could feel heat traveling down your body, resting between your legs. You wanted him so badly. But you also wanted to spend some time with the rest of the members. You missed them too. 

Plus, you didn’t trust Heeseung right now. Knowing him, he’d want to fuck you but everyone was home. You had some decorum. So you ignored his light, teasing fingers on your skin. 

“When did you paint that?” Sunghoon asked, pointing to the large painting behind your head. “It’s beautiful.”

You grinned. “Thanks, Hoon. I just finished it today, actually. Figured I'd put it up before you guys got here.”

Heeseung wasn’t listening to the praises you were receiving. He would praise you later, rewarding you with everything he had. He had so much to thank you for. For waiting for him, for the food and the painting, for being his. If only you would give him all of your attention. 

Having enough, Heeseung gripped your hips tighter, lifting you off him as he stood. A tumblr of surprised noises left your mouth at the sudden movement and you turned your head to say something but your words got caught in your throat when you looked into his eyes. 

Wide and slightly dark, you knew what that meant. Stifling a laugh, you simply raised your eyebrow, slightly impressed by his self control. You were sure he would have jumped you earlier, but he held on. Almost for two hours. 

The members continued to talk; not paying any attention to the silent conversation you were having with Heeseung. They had long gotten used to it all. Plus, it was easier when they ignored it all. 

“Y/n,” Heeseung enunciated your name, tasting each letter on his tongue. You could have squeezed your thighs together at his tone alone, but you held back. “Will you come help me unpack? I’m a bit tired.”

Your eyes softened a bit at his words. Of course he was tired. You chose to ignore the enticing fruit his voice offered, giving him the benefit of the doubt. You simply nodded and followed him as he grabbed his suitcase, walking closely behind him as he led you to his room. 

Thank fuck he had his own room. Being the eldest had its perks and it helped that Jungwon only felt comfortable sleeping with someone else. He was so glad his bedroom was at the end, furthest away from the family room. 

Heeseung’s entire body felt like it was on fire. He had been thinking about you on the plane. Everything he’d like to do. From where he wanted to place his tongue to the food he’d make you. He kicked his door open, dropping the suitcase beside his door. 

You faced his bed before clapping your hands, turning to face him. “Okay, let me do it—” Heeseung cut you off by slamming his lips against yours as he pushed you into the door, a hand on your hip and face. Your surprised gasp was swallowed by him as he kissed you ferociously.  

The kiss was needy and hungry, but so were you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him back deeply. He pushed himself further into you until pain seared in your back. The mixture of pain and pleasure made you stifle out a moan and Heeseung slipped his tongue into your mouth. Sucking on your tongue, he fitted his leg in between yours, his thigh rubbing your pussy. 

Pulling away, Heeseung began kissing down your neck, nibbling and sucking. Your head fell back as you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet. He bit down on your neck and your hands flew into his hair, massaging his scalp lightly with your nails. You feel him sigh against your neck and tighten his grip on your waist. 

Unconsciously, you begin grinding on his knee. Heeseung kisses up your neck before capturing your lips in another heated, messy kiss. Saliva coats your mouth as his hands travel from your waist to neck. He slightly presses down on your throat and you moan into his mouth. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.” Heeseung pants into your mouth, lips hovering your swollen, bruised ones. His own lips are swollen and his eyes are blown wide. He swears he could cum in his pants at the sight of you alone. Two months without being able to touch you–without being able to feel you–were hell. 

Your eyes are shut and your lips tremble at the feeling of his clothed thigh rubbing your pussy. After weeks of unsatisfying pleasure, this was too much for you. You were too sensitive. Heeseung smiled at the dazed look on your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before he took off his shirt.

At the movement, you opened your eyes. If Heeseung’s arm and leg were not keeping you upright, you would have collapsed at the sight of him. He looked so beautiful. Hair as wild as his eyes and his perfect chest on display. Gingerly, you lifted your hand and laid it flat on Heeseung’s chest, where his heart was. He watched you with half-lidded eyes and smiled at your frown. His heart was beating so fast. 

You looked up at him and he couldn’t help but press his lips gently against yours. You were so beautiful that it was too much for him. He watched you quietly as you lay your other hand on his right peck. He could only stand there, frozen, when you leaned forward and kissed his heart. His eyes shut when you began to litter soft, feather-like kisses across his chest. 

“I missed you so much, Hee.” You whispered against his skin. You kissed his neck, leaving open-mouth kisses. Your hand moved up his body until it reached the back of his neck. You pushed him downwards and bit his neck, smiling when he groaned. You kissed his Adam's apple before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. 

Heeseung opened his eyes and had to blink away the pure desire that clouded his mind. You stared at each other before he dropped his head, forehead resting against yours. “I missed you so much, Y/n. You don’t understand, I was going crazy. You were always on my mind and all I wanted to do was hear your laugh.” His words were quiet, spoken only for you. He didn’t miss the way you squeezed your thighs together at his words, his knee still in between you. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed. Heeseung smiled before he kissed you passionately, completely devouring you. As you kissed, he unbuttoned your cardigan, tossing it to the side. Quickly, he unclasped your bra before throwing it behind him. When his hands brushed your sensitive nipples, you pulled away from the kiss to release a shaky breath. Heeseung wasted no time in moving his head down to suck and bite your nipples, giving each one the proper love and attention he knew they deserved. His tongue circles and prods until you're shaking, unable to form coherent words. 

Slowly, Heeseung moves down your body, kissing and licking until he’s on his knees, looking up at you like you were his saviour and he was a man condemned to hell. Your knees buckled at the sight of him, messy and wild. 

“Let me taste you, baby.” He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your leggings and underwear before pulling them down. “I need to taste you so badly before I lose my mind.” 

You could only nod before moaning as Heeseung buried his face in between your thighs, nosing your clit. You let your head hit the door when you hear him inhale. You almost don’t catch his words when he mumbles into your pussy. 

“Fuck, you smell so good. ‘Gonna cum at the sight alone.” He looks up at you before rubbing your arousal all over your clit, earning moans and whimpers from you. He keeps eye contact with you before licking his hand clean. “You taste so good, baby.” 

He begins to leave wet, open mouth kisses to your thigh, alternating between biting and sucking at the soft flesh before he licks a trail of slick down your thigh up to your leaking hole. You buried your hands in his hair as he devoured you. 

Heeseung moans as he slides his tongue in. You arch your back at the feeling, biting your lip to prevent the scream that almost escaped you. His nose pokes at your swollen folds while his tongue works its way into you. He hums as he licks and swallows, the noise sending a shiver up your spine. 

Heeseung groans when you yank on his hair, his name quietly leaving your lips in rushed breaths. You tasted so fucking good, he couldn’t get enough. He sucked on your clit, tilting his head to make sure his tongue was reaching far into you. He shifted his thighs, trying to offer his cock some sort of relief.

Heeseung could have cummed as soon as you began rolling your hips forward, essentially fucking his face. You looked so fucked out, trying to reach your release against his bedroom door as all his members sat right outside. 

“So good,” he chanted. “Taste so good.” 

Groaning, his eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in you; desperate for everything you could give him and more. He was slurping and sucking your pussy so loudly you wondered if everyone could hear you outside. At the thought, your hips jerked forward and you almost screamed as Heeseung’s face pressed into your pussy, his nose shoved deep within you. 

“Fuck, Hee,” you panted, pulling at his hair even harder. “I’m going to cum. Please–” 

He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around your clit as he sucked it into his mouth, eyes focused on you as your legs clamped around his head, nearly suffocating him. The building of pleasure snapped and you sobbed out his name, clenching your eyes shut.

It was all too much.

Your nerves were on fire as your vision went white but Heeseung continued to lick at you. The bottom half of his face was shiny and slick with your cum but he didn’t care. His tongue worked its way from your entrance all the way to your clit, needing to keep your orgasm going. 

Your body began to shake, knees weak as Heeseung kept lapping up all your juices. His tongue fucked your clit and you felt another build up before you shoved your fist into your mouth to muffle another scream.

“Hee, Hee, Hee. Please. Too much. Please.” You begged him, losing all feeling in your body as he sucked you dry. 

It wasn’t until you yanked his head away did he stop, face dripping with your click and pupils dilated. He sat there on his knees, staring up at you. You looked down at him, trying to remain upright. Your legs shook and tears fell from your eyes. 

Slowly, Heeseung stood. He licked his lips, trying to coat his tongue in your taste again. Nothing would ever taste as good as you did. None of the food he had on the tour could compare. You were addicting, sweet, and if he could, he’d only have you as his meal. 

You leaned back against the door, trying to catch your breath. Heeseung smiles at you and your knees buckle at the sight of your cum on his smiling face. He kisses you and your stomach twists at the taste of your cum on his tongue. It’s dirty and messy but so was he. 

He pulls away before he dips his fingers in your pussy. You whimper at the feeling and the loss when he sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking as he stares at you. With a pop, he releases his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good.”

You can’t say anything and Heeseung grins at you before he tugs his own sweatpants off. You can only watch as his hard, swollen cock springs up and hits his stomach. Gosh, you had missed it. It was the prettiest cock you had ever seen. The small veins that trace up his length to his red, dripping tip had your mouth watering. 

Grinning, Heeseung slowly walks backwards until he reaches his bed. He sits down, spreading his arms as he stares at you, his cock leaking precum all over the floor. You can’t breathe. It was all too much. You couldn’t think and you couldn’t speak. All you wanted was his cock in you, but he seemed dead set on teasing you. 

“Walk to me, baby.” At your blank gaze, he laughed. “You can do it.” 

Slowly, with shaky legs, you put one foot in front of the other until you reached him. His hands immediately rested on your waist and he was eye level with your tits. Leaning forward, he sucked one nipple while palming the other. Your hands rested on his shoulders, needing support. Then he sucked the other nipple, biting down. You gasped, throwing your head back. 

“Such a good girl.” He kissed the space between your breasts. “Cleaning and cooking for us.” He licked your nipple before pushing you into him. He breathed you in. “You’re too good for me. 

You could feel your slick dripping down your leg. You squeezed Heeseung’s shoulder, eyes glistening. His own eyes softened as he rubbed your clit, his thumb drenched. 

“What is it, baby?” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?” Heeseung wanted to feel bad, but he couldn’t. Not when you looked like that. Not when you made him wait two hours before tasting you. 

“You,” your lips trembled. “Please, Hee. Need you. I missed you.”

Your words made Heeseung dizzy but he wanted to hear you say it. He needed to hear you say it. 

“Need what, Y/n? Be more specific, baby. Come on.” 

You moved closer and threw your legs on either side of him, sitting on his lap. You both hissed when your pussy grazed his cock. Dropping your head on his shoulder, you almost sobbed.

“Need your cock in me, Hee. Please. Need you to fuck me.”

Heeseung wrapped an arm around your waist as he turned, throwing you on his bed. You landed on his bed, eyes wide in surprise. Legs spread, Heeseung crawled in between your legs. His cock hurt. You dripped onto his sheets, more aroused than you had ever been. 

“I got you, baby.” He whispered, a love-struck smile on his face. “I hear you.” He leaned down, kissing you. He threaded your hands together as he pressed them down on his mattress. 

While drowning in the kiss, you felt his cock slowly rub against your entrance. You whined into his mouth as he coated his dick in your juices. He kissed you harshly as his cock poked your entrance. You held your breath when he pushed the head slowly inside, moaning against his mouth at the hardness of it. You felt yourself gushing around him, your pussy sucking him in. He moved his kisses to your neck, finding new places to mark you. He pushed his cock inside you slowly until he bottomed out, groaning at how tight you were.

“Fuck,” he shut his eyes. “You’re so fucking tight and yet you’re sucking me in. Missed my cock, baby? Did your pretty pussy miss my dick?” 

You could only moan in response. The feeling of being full after weeks had tears leaking from your eyes. None of your toys could compare to Heeseung, not with how big he was. 

Heeseung began slowly rocking his hips slowly, wanting to give you a moment to breathe. He could tell you were overstimulated, but he wasn’t done. When your eyes fluttered open, his pace fastened and deepened. “Never leave me again,” you mumbled. “Missed you too much.” At your words, Heeseung breathed hard and starting fucking you faster. His hand snaked down, rubbing quick circles on your clit.

Before you could cry out, he slammed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans. “Quiet, baby,” his words wobbled. “They’re all out there.” At the reminder, you squeezed his dick and he fucked you even harder. Your vision blurred before you mumbled out a series of incoherent words. 

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.”

Heeseung’s forehead was covered in sweat and his cock twitched. “Cum for me, Y/n.” He wasn’t going to last. He needed you to cum right now. He needed to cum in your pussy, needed to fill you up after months of emptiness.

You moaned as you squirted and came all over his cock. You lost all control of your body and felt your walls uncontrollably clench his cock so hard. Heeseung moaned loudly as he bit your neck, cumming inside of you. He emptied himself in you, the squelching sound became louder as your juices mixed and he fucked into you, filling you up. He was mesmerized by the sight of his dick in your cunt, disappearing. This is where he was always meant to be, in you and beside you. 

You babbled a string of words he assumed were his names as he pumped into you, lost in your cunt. He kept fucking you, unable to stop. You were crying, overstimulated and emotional. When the last drop of his cum dripped into your cunt, he slowed his pace. He pressed kisses to your face and neck until he stopped moving his hips. 

Heeseung collapsed on top of you, his head buried in your neck, cock still inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You couldn’t feel your pussy but Heeseung’s weight on top of you was welcomed. 

After a few minutes, he pressed a kiss to your neck and shifted to get up when you tightened your hold on him, shaking your head. He stopped moving and looked at you. “Baby?”

“No,” you mumbled. “Stay on me. Stay in me.”

Heeseung didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping his head, he laid there. You breathed him in, sweat covering your bodies. Heeseung closed his eyes, unable to stop himself from pressing kisses to your neck. 

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Heeseung’s cock inside you. It’s where he belonged, and he had to make up for lost time. 

“Welcome home, baby,” you smiled. 

Heeseung grinned before biting your neck, licking up to your jaw. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, smiling softly at you, only love and adoration in his eyes. “I love you, Y/n.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. “I love you, Hee.” 

a/n: hello! i finally finished my first heeseung fic! so excited. this is my first time writing proper smut so please bare with me. reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

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[kairoot]

FIRSTS W/ HEESEUNG !

⟢ pairing : heeseung x reader ➖ genre : fluff, suggestive ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nicknames, joking around, mentions of being tipsy ➖ wc: 755

FIRST DATE — on your first date, heeseung was pretty nervous cause he wanted to make a good first impression but he tried to act cool. (and the cool act worked.) it started with subtle conversation and he didn’t even mean for you to take what he was saying as a way of asking you out. but boy, was he proud of himself. he was very flirty, but a gentleman during your date and would only ask you what you wanted to do, making sure you were comfortable at all times.

“you know, i’d really like to visit that new amusement park sometime.”

“why don’t we go?” you said, nudging him gently.

“oh, well, i-“

“c’mon it’ll be fun!”

so in reality, you asked him out first but it was worth it. he won you a few prizes and one big panda plushie. (i should make a more detailed hc about this.)

HOLDING HANDS — it was on your first date actually! hee wanted to make sure you were safe and close to him since the amusement park was PACKED. he inched closer to you while you were walking and subtly slipped his hand into yours. his fingers intertwined with yours tightly, pulling you closer to his side.

FIRST KISS — it was a New Year’s party you guys attended. you both had a bit too much to drink. you were all over eachother on the sofa, his arm wrapped around you and your body leaning into his chest. it was all just smiles and giggles until you both got a bit too close and couldn’t back away. heeseung couldn’t stop looking at your lips and you caught onto his gaze, your very tipsy mind still being able to see his intentions. eventually, his pouty lips were on yours, placing a wet kiss against them. your lips moved in sync until you gently pushed him away to breathe and before anything got too heated.

“i-i’m sorry, i-“

“no, no, i just couldn’t breathe,” you giggled, gripping his arm.

“c’mon, let’s take an Uber to my place. or yours, i really don’t care.”

FIRST ‘I LOVE YOU’ — you guys were FaceTiming when heeseung accidentally ended the call with a ‘love you’. he quickly called back with his face and ears all red, apologizing. it took you by surprise but you were smiling at how flustered he got because, well, he took himself by surprise.

“i didn’t mean to-“

“it’s okay, hee. i love you too, baby.” you giggled, a smile forming on his face.

he gave you a few compliments and couldn’t stop saying ‘i love you’ but eventually said his goodnights and hung up again.

FIRST FIGHT — you and heeseung try not to buttheads but every couple has fights whether they’re healthy or not. you both have definitely had your share. your first fight occurred when you had invited heeseung to your house and he didn’t arrive at the time he said he would. which of course, you got worried. the man wasn’t answering your calls or texts and it was getting unbelievably late. when he finally did arrive, he smelled of alcohol and sweat.

“heeseung, where have you been?! i’ve called, i’ve texted, heck- i nearly emailed!”

he walked over toward you after locking the door, softly grabbing your wrists.

“i was out, baby, i-“

“out where? cause you smell like you had a butt load of soju.”

heeseung was definitely not aware of the dilemma or how worried you were.

his face softened and his smile fell. he saw the small bags under your eyes; seeing as it was late, you didn’t sleep at all, wanting to know where in the world your boyfriend could be.

“i know. after work, i went out with the guys and i completely forgot to tell you that i would be late, i’m sorry.”

you sighed, shaking your head.

“heeseung, you have a girlfriend now. you can’t just forget to tell me these things.”

FIRST ANNIVERSARY — heeseung took you to multiple places during the day of your anniversary. a bakery, art class, you name it. but at night, you both stayed in his apartment. he set you both up with a movie and a bunch of snacks that were definitely not good for either of you. you even went outside to stargaze for a little bit, along with him making cheesy pick-up lines about you and the stars. you both went back in eventually, pulling an all-nighter with tons of games and more movies.

★ ★ ★

milan’s note: can you tell i’m in my heeseung era

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[webslingingslasher]

ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

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[hysteria-things]

Ok so this is a fluff request based off the new podcast eher Matt got cramps and was in pain (sad Ik) so basically after the podcast Matt calls his girlfriend (the reader) and asks his gf to bring some medicine and when she gets there he takes it and he’s still hurting so they cuddle and she’s like “Ik pretty boy I’m sorry try to go to sleep” and pretty/sweet boy kink basically thanks!

BACK PAIN

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: there’s been this sharp pain in matt’s lower back during the podcast. however, you come to the rescue once they’re done recording.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing, pain

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 661

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i did not mean for this to take so long anon but i hope you like it!

bottles of different varieties of medications stare back at you. you’re at the drug store, scanning the shelf to find some ibuprofen or something.

matt’s been texting you ever since they started recording the new cut the camera podcast video. he’s been saying that his lower back is killing him, and he asked you to pick up some painkillers.

you scan a bottle before officially making it your final choice along with a tube of icy hot just in case, and you walk to the self-checkout to pay for it.

before you head back to their house, you stop at mcdonald’s to pick up some food for him. it won’t help with the pain, but you’re sure it’ll make his mood better.

don’t worry, you didn’t forget about the other two. you got them fries.

it’s not a far drive back to the triplets. you park outside of their house, grab all of the belongings from your trip, and lock the car doors.

you make your way to the front door and open it, walking up the stairs into their living room/kitchen. nick and chris are there at the island, grinning once they see you. “hey, y/n.” chris greets, his eyes immediately shooting down to the mcdonald’s bag.

“hi, guys.” you take your shoes off and shuffle over to them. “don’t worry. i got you something, too.”

they gasp once you pull out the french fries, taking them from your hand. “thank you, future sister-in-law.” nick starts, nudging his head toward the hallway. “i hope you can fix him.”

you shrug. “that’s the plan.”

sighing, you walk down the hall and knock at matt’s door as you’re opening it slightly. “can i come in?”

“yeah,” he says, stepping inside and closing the door. you pout, seeing him practically curled up under the blankets. the only light in the room is the TV with spongebob portrayed on it.

you sit next to him on the bed, firstly unpacking the food. “i don’t know if you’re hungry, but i got you a ten-piece with a root beer.” you say, placing it on the nightstand.

then, you reach into the medicine bag. you open the ibuprofen and take two out, placing them on the plastic lid of the drink. “take those.” you turn your head to look at his face, and he’s already staring at you in awe.

he loves you so much.

five spongebob episodes later, you can tell he’s still jittery by the way he keeps shuffling beside you. he’s eaten a little, but not as much. “is the ibuprofen helping?”

“no.” he says annoyed. “it still hurts and i don’t fucking know why.”

“i know, i’m sorry, handsome. sit up,” you demand, and he’s hesitant before doing so.

he sighs. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to sound like that. i’m just annoyed that i don’t know what’s wrong.”

you smile softly, kissing his shoulder. “it’s okay. you probably pulled something.”

lifting his shirt, he groans when he raises his arms for you to take it off. he doesn’t question you, though.

you press down on the spot he told you that hurts, and his muscles tense at the suddenness. you can feel the knot.

“jesus, matt.” you move your thumbs over the spot. “you’re tight right here.”

you continue to rub with your palm and fingers, massaging the area to loosen it up a bit. his head falls, exhaling deeply and closing his eyes.

you take the icy hot and put some on your hand, rubbing it onto his back. “this should help.” you say, leaning him back so you can hold him. his head rests on your chest. “it’ll be like a heating pad and ease the pain.”

“thank you.” he whispers. “you should be a doctor.”

you laugh, kissing his head. “try to go to sleep, pretty boy. the stress won’t help with the pain, either.”

he hums, nuzzling more into you until you hear soft snores moments later.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[incendiobrock]

Friday Nights {Chris Sturniolo}

Request: Hey could you do a Chris x reader fic.They both like each other but it’s more obvious on the readers end cause she is a big flirt.But Chris is more shy and reserved and tends to stray away from her.Her and the boys go out to a club and there is a girl who hits on Chris.He gets uncomfortable and the reader swoops in and saves him.she basically Like if anyone gonna flirt with you it gonna be me and say (dialogue 13 “I think a deserve a kiss”)Chris surprise her with a sweet kiss on the lips.

Prompt(s): "I think I deserve a kiss."

Warnings: drinking, I think that's it!

A/N: PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS!!!

Friday nights were always your favorite. The triplets would upload their new video and then you would all go out and celebrate the beginning of the weekend. Between the boys filming, editing, and working on their own projects, and you being busy with your own things, Friday nights meant you could all finally relax. This Friday night was no exception.

The club was filled and the music was loud, just the way you liked it. "Let's go to the bar!" Nick said over the music, everybody following behind him as he led the way. Chris was looking incredible, as always, and the crush you had on the boy was growing by the second. You made it no secret that you were into him, flirting with him constantly. It was endearing to see him get all shy when you would compliment him.

His back was facing you as he stood in line with his brothers at the counter of the bar. You snuck in closer, nuzzling slightly into his right side and standing arm to arm. "What's the pretty boy thinking about drinking tonight?" You asked, getting close to his ear so he could hear you. He glanced at you with a smile on his face before briefly looking down at the ground, "Oh uh, probably just a beer or something."

The bartended stopped in front of you guys, asking everybody for their order. Nick and Matt went first and before Chris could speak up you decided to order for the both of you, sliding your card towards the bartender, "I'll take a vodka soda and a beer, you can put them both on my tab?"

Chris looked at you surprised, "What? Why are you paying? I was going to put it on my card!" You smiled, admiring his bright blue eyes, even in the dimly lit bar area. "Don't worry about it, let me treat you." You winked, before excusing yourself to run to the bathroom.

"Matt, if my drink comes out before I'm back don't let Chris drink it all!" You laughed, Matt promising to guard your drink from his younger brother. You had only been gone for maybe five total minutes but your place by Chris had been taken over by another girl. Sighing to yourself, you made your way in between Nick and Matt, wishing your original spot hadn't been taken. Over the music you could slightly hear the girl talking to Chris.

"Do you come here often? I feel like I've seen you before?" She asked, watching Chris as he took a sip from his beer bottle. Chris shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he replied, "I've been here a few times, yeah."

"You're too attractive to be here alone, you don't have a girlfriend or anything?" The girl pushed, inching closer to his side and trying to take hold of his bicep with her hand. Matt nudged you with his elbow, widening his eyes and tilting his head towards Chris' direction, trying to discreetly tell you to go over there. You caught on quickly as you noticed Chris scratch the back of his neck, uncomfortably trying to think of a response.

"Hey baby, I'm back! Sorry the line for the bathroom was super long!" You had placed your hand on Chris' arm, stealing the spot that the girl had briefly touched earlier. "And, who are you?" You asked, cocking your head to the side in annoyance. The girl opened her mouth to speak, looking around the club, "Sorry, I was uh- just leaving..." She walked away into the crowd so quick that you had immediately lost sight of her whereabouts. You met Chris' eyes with your own once again, searching them to make sure he was okay.

"Thank you." He said, feeling relieved that you had been there to save him from the uncomfortable encounter.

"You're welcome Chris. You know I would do anything for you. I think I deserve a kiss for all my hard work." You joked, continuing the flirty banter that you always shared with the special boy who unofficially had your heart. Without another word Chris leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet, and slightly tasted of beer, "You deserve more than one but we'll talk about that when we get back home." He said, pulling away from you. It was your turn to be left speechless as you processed the fact that Chris had finally made a move on you.

"I can't wait," You smiled, feeling giddy the rest of the night you spent at the club. Friday nights just got even better.

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[amoreva]

FEIGNING FOR YA

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CHAPTER 2

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: the first signs of acknowledgement from your family about your relationship and planning and…Luke is a good fake boyfriend!

warnings: not proofread! slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth, drinking

a/n: inspired by charlie’s recent boxing photos! ik it may be a little choppy, but i wanted to put smthg out there before i go on my trip. comments and feedbacks about writing are much appreciated!

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Ding!

A passive aggressive text shows up on your lock screen from Aunt Shelley. You were out with Silena, Clarisse and Thalia when the first signs of acknowledgment of your new relationship shows up.

The photo of your friend group covered by (now) two texts from Aunt Shelley:

Aunt Shelley

I wish you would tell us about this boy of yours before announcing it to the whole world.

3m ago

Kidding! He seems lovely.

1m ago

She was not kidding.

You sent back a short text, making up some excuse about why you haven’t said anything. Sure, you hard-launched the “relationship” intending for your family to see, but that backfired. Kind of.

Most of them didn’t care about social media yet they insisted on following you when you made an account.

Aunt Shelley

Tell him to buy brighter clothes for Easter!

now

At least they didn’t seem to recognize Luke’s mop of curls. Luke has only been to your house once in high school in freshman year. Well, Luke had matured since then and he did gain some meat on his bones. You wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t recognize him.

“Their reactions will be funnier when I introduce myself.” Luke mumbled with closed eyes. An arm wrapped around you abdomen. His thumb rubbing your side. Cheek pressed against your shoulder as he listened to you.

He insisted on taking a nap at your dorm to strengthen the image of your faux relationship, totally not because he was escaping his frat’s latest activities. It was something like a date auction or car wash.

“Do you plan on listening to my Aunt?” You asked, referring to Luke’s closet.

“Fuck, no.” Luke answered with ease.

“Will you at least be civil?” You asked and nudged your shoulder against his head.

Luke picked up his head and looked at you. “We’re supposed to be rebelling. Pissing off your parents for being judgy and shitty and what not.”

Honestly, you were hesitant on “rebelling”. Sure, it was just bringing Luke over and dating him because your parents hate him. But, you didn’t want your parents to hate you for being disrespectful nor rude.

Luke noticed your hesitation. He sighed through his nose. “Fine. I’ll play nice.” He laid his head back on your shoulder. “But you owe me take out if the food is bad over there.”

Believe it or not, Luke had become more docile. His touch more gentle and caring. His pocket always had chapstick now that he had a “girlfriend” again. Was he always like this with his other girlfriends?

You been there everytime Luke was in and out of relationships, but you never seen how he acted with his significant others.

And thankfully, being in a fake relationship with Luke was quite easy. The two of you know each other like the back of your hands. It was practically the normal platonic chemistry, just add cheek kisses, holding hands and flirting. No butterflies appeared nor hands got sweaty around him.

Perfect.

Because thinking about your best friend in romantic sense was the wrong pathway to go. It’s not like you have, just…think about all the movies and books. Usually they never ended well (you think).

“Charlie knows I called it. I knew it!” Silena exaggerated pridefully. Both of you were walking to your Art History Class. “The way you guys would look at each other and—gosh…I still can’t believe it.”

You laughed at your friend’s delusional nature. You can’t exactly pinpoint a time when Luke and you gave each other a look before this contract, but whatever helps Silena sleep at night.

The two of you sit at your usual seats and wait for the rest of the students to trickle in.

Ding!

Mom

Your father and I are very excited to meet this new boyfriend of yours!

now

You wondered if she remembered Luke. He did leave an impression on her. The first time Luke met your mother, he was a little excited and rowdy because you and him were going to stream a new movie that left theaters.

Your mother hated when the quiet in the house was broken when Luke and you were excitingly talking. “You’re like a fly, disrupting this environment.” She scoffed from the dining room and went upstairs to her room.

Safe to say, you hung out at Luke’s house from that day forward (you just gave him your Netflix password). Thankfully, Luke didn’t feel too hurt.

“Oh! I know.” Silena placed her notebook on the table. A suggestive grin on her face. “There’s this party we can go to and celebrate you lovebirds!”

“Silena, that’s not really necessary—”

“You gotta see it for yourself though!”

“See what?”

“That twinkle in their eyes.”

“What?”

The professor entered the lecture hall and began the lesson on art from the transcendentalist period. Twinkle? What twinkle? Like the stuff that romance novels describe when a character falls in love? Come on, that can’t be real.

“Like romance book twinkle?” You leaned over and whispered to Selene. She smiled knowing she had you hooked. Her pencil moved as she talked.

“Like when you get dressed for a party or a date and…and…” She tore her eyes away from you to look if she spelled a word right in her notes. “…they get that first look and their eyes light up like you’re their whole world.”

Your professor called you and Silena out for talking and the both of you quickly write down the notes. Though you both continue the conversation.

“Listen, our friend group doesn’t have to go party or go to a bar. Just suggest a date with Luke tonight and watch his eyes when you’re in your date night outfit.” Silena and you walk to the gym, scanning your ID and going through the turnstiles.

You look at your phone again.

Luke<3

boxing with beckendorf

13m ago

Silena and you walked towards the destination. The familiar black compression shirt and mop of chocolate curls appearing in your field of vision. His gray sweat matching his top.

Beckendorf was spotting Luke as he hit the punching bag in calculated movements. He shifted his weight between his two feet and with laser focus the material of the worn out glove made contact. Beckendorf grunted quietly. Luke could pack a punch.

It was kinda hot.

“Charlie!” Silena disrupted the practice to go hug her sweaty boyfriend. Luke and him must’ve have been taken turns hitting the punching bag.

Luke turned in your direction. A slow smile spread across his fast. He was quick to get his gloves off before greeting you with a forehead kiss. “Hey beautiful.” His hands resting on your waist.

If your next boyfriend wasn’t meeting the same standards as Luke was right now, you didn’t want him. Luke was practically the perfect boyfriend.

“We should go on a date tonight.” You suggested, obviously curious about this “twinkle” Silena was talking about.

Luke grabbed his gym bag and put away his boxing gloves. You grabbed him a white towel to wipe off his sweat. “Yeah? For what?” He drank some water and tossed his gym bag on his shoulder. “Your family being shitty to you again?”

Silena and Beckendorf said quick goodbyes and left the gym. You took out your body spray and spritzed Luke with it a couple of times. “No…” You made sure Silena and Beckendorf were gone. “Easter. We need to talk about Easter with my family?”

“What is there to talk about?” Luke asked and sat down on the wooden bench. You joined him. His musk covered by your body spray.

“I don’t know…like—” You paused trying to get the words out. “What we should do if like—my mother asks some stupid question. Or my aunt flirts with you or if my family ask you to prove we’re dating.”

“You’re not trying to get me to take you out and get you food are you?” Luke nudged your shoulder and teased.

“Yes.” You stated bluntly. “But more importantly, Easter.”

Luke and you decide to go out to dinner at a diner nearby. You made him shower and change first before anything. While he was at his dorm, you were struggling to pick and outfit to successful procure a twinkle.

You stood in front of your mirror, looking at your reflection. Clarisse was on her bed, reading a book for her English class. Though she got distracted by you numerous times.

After what it felt like the umpteenth time putting on different jeans and skirts and some sort of clothing combination, Clarisse her headphones away from her ears. She could feel your frustration and dilemma. The hot-tempered girl wa sin your shoes when she had her first day with Chris.

“Wear something casual, but cute.” Clarisse suggested and scanned her eyes over the clothes scattered on the floor.

“Like that with…that.” The articles of clothing made sense together, but would it give that twinkle you were curious about. It would have to do for now.

“When’s he picking you up?” Clarisse sat up. “I promise you, you’re overthinking this. It’ll be fine.”

You look at her after changing into the clothes she picked out. “I know, I just—what if this doesn’t work out?” Of course, you had in the rebelling against your parents with this relationship, but to Clarisse—you looked worried about your relationship with Luke.

“It will.” Clarisse reassured. “You’ve been best friends for how long?”

A couple of knocks rapped against your door. Clarisse gestured for you to take a deep breath before she went back to reading. You stalked over to the door and opened it.

“Go change.” You immediately stated upon seeing his shirt.

In big bright white letters, his shirt read “I <3 my girlfriend.” Forgot the twinkle, that stupid t-shirt was going to haunt you forever if you let Luke go out in that.

“What, why?” Luke whined, knowing exactly why.

“Luke! Go change or—or…” You hesitated to find a right threat.

“Helpful hint, sweetheart. If you’re going to threaten me, find a viable threat before you start it.” Luke called out and went to change.

You were going to strangle him. Maybe this relationship won’t be as easy managing as you thought. You were praying Easter will go how it’s planned or at least work in pissing off your parents.

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Something Just Like This II

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

fandom - f1

summary - a look into your relationship

part - ii (part II) (part III )

a/n - more angst??

"everyone, I want you to meet charlotte”

never before had a single sentence made your head whirl the way it was. never before had you felt nauseous at the sight of your best friend, but that day, the wine you had drunk threatened to make an unpleasant comeback. never before had you felt your heart shatter at the sight of a person before, but you swore you heard your fragile heart shatter into a milllion unfixable pieces, as you stared at the gorgeous brunette with the sweet smile, currently greeting charles’ family.

it wasn’t just you that stood shell shocked. pascale stared openly at her son, confusion and sadness visible in her eyes, but nevertheless, the matriarch of the leclerc family greeted the young girl with a smile, kissing her on the cheek and welcoming her to the home that suddenly felt so cold to you. lorenzo stood up to, ever the kind hearted one, greeting her and offering a glass of wine to her.

arthur was the only one that sat shell shocked, mouth agape, and it wasn’t till lorenzo nudged hum gently that he stood up to greet the woman.

the smile on charles’ face made your already hurting heart ache a little more. he looked so happy, and you hated it. you felt the easy tears rising again, threatening to spill over, but you forced them back. no. you were not going to have a breakdown in front of charles and his family, and his new girlfriend. girlfriend. the word had never seemed so painful before.

but you put on your camera smile, flashing charlotte a warm smile, and giving her a small hug. “Hello, I’m y/n” you smiled softly at her, admitting to yourself that she really was a beauty. "hello, I’m charlotte, I’m a big fan!” she exclaimed, and you forced yourself to keep the smile on your face. “always a pleasure to meet the fans” you joked half heartedly, and she laughed. much to your relief, pascale, sensing your discomfort, pulled the girl into a conversation on the other side, leaving you, arthur, lorenzo and charles in her drawing room.

"so charlotte sine huh?” arthur asked, face blank of any emotion. he recognised the girl well, having grown up quite near the family. “yes, I met her the other day on my run and figured I might as well ask her out on a date” he smiled, grinning it himself at the memory. “she seems nice, n’est ce pas?” lorenzo asked, throwing you a sympathetic smile. “oui, elle est tres gentile” he affirmed, and you fought back the urge to cry once more. “mais, y/n, you didn’t tell me you would be here?” he said, pulling you in for a hug,

y/n. not cherie. that was your first thought. of course you wouldn’t be cherie anymore. no, you’d have to give up that title, you reasoned, inhaling a shaky breath.

"i wasn’t supposed to. but i met maman in the afternoon and she invited me over for dinner, and i missed you guys so i thought i might as well” you said, quite honestly. “lovely, that way I can introduce you to charlotte too, no?” he smiled, and you faked a smile once more, before politely excusing yourself.

taking deep shaky breaths, you slipped into the balcony, glass of wine still in hand, sipping on it slowly to keep you grounded, you recognised the sound of feet softly making their way to you, and before you knew it, arthur’s blue shirt came into your line of sight.

how are you holding up?” he asked, wrapping his warm around.

you let out a shaky breath, taking another sip of your wine, and throwing him a watery smile. “simply splendid, tur” you whispered, and arthur swore he felt his heart break for his older sister.

"il ne sait pas ce qu’il ressent cherie, donne lui de temps, je sais qu’il t’aime” he doesn’t know how he feels darling, give him some time, I know he loves you he said, and you let the first tear drop, feeling it roll slowly down your cheek and drip onto the railing.

“no don’t cry” arthur mumbled, feeling such sadness on your behalf. with a soft sigh, he pulled you in for a proper hug, letting you bury your face in his shirt, and balancing your wine glass on the balcony railing.

how had it come to this? this wasn’t how you expected your night to go. you had hoped at the end of it you and charles would have been the ones cuddled up on the couch, laughing and chatting with his mother.

but unfortunately, fate had different plans.

dinner was an oddly quiet affair. pascale’s delicious dinner received multiple compliments from the five of you, but there was an odd tenseness in the air. and you knew it was because of your presence, that the atmosphere was so tense.

"merci maman, pour le diner, mais, je pense qui je vais rentrer chez moi, maintenant, je suits tres fatigue” thank you mum for the dinner, but I think i will head home now, I’m very tired you said, giving the woman who had been a second mother to you all your life a tight hug. you saw your own sad smile reflected on her face, and she gave you a bowl of chocolate mousse to take home.

"leaving already?” lorenzo asked, pulling you in for a hug as well.

“oui, je suis tres fatigue, enzo” you whispered, and he dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “d'accord, bonne nuit ange” he said, and you smiled at him. arthur insisted on walking you all the way to your car, and you let him, grateful for his company.

“is he gonna be with her forever?” you asked, the childish question slipping past your lips, voicing the fears you had in your heart. you knew it was silly to ask. but you had to ask, you just had to.

"no, don't be silly ange. of course he won't. i know he's my brother and i do love him unconditionally but he is terrible at maintaining relationships. in fact he is utterly hopeless. you know why? because he isn't with the woman he truly loves" arthur stated, helping you into your car.

you just sighed, leaning up to kiss his cheek and then starting the engine. the roar of your ferrari brought a small smile to your face, and waving him goodbye, you drove out.

yes, you were distraught but no, you were not going going to let it wreck you. but even as you forced yourself to be strong, you could feel your heart cracking into a million pieces in your chest. you had felt heartbreak before but never had you felt so absolutely wrecked over someone. not just someone.

your best friend. your bestest friend in the whole wide world.

and you had never told him you loved him.

the thought brought bile rising to your throat, and you had to pull over to throw up.

finally, you stopped resisting the tears, and let yourself break down completely in the car, parked near the dock in monaco. you sobbed and sobbed and wailed, lashing out at the wheel of your ferrari, releasing all your pent up hurt.

you turned the radio up, trying to muffle out the sound of your tears. the last thing you expected was the knock on your window, that had you reaching for the pepper spray and slowly lowering the window.

"hey, you doing okay y/n? i saw your car and i heard what sounded like crying so i thought.." your eyes met lewis' sweet ones, currently displaying concern for you.

lewis hamilton leaned down, taking in your red eyes and nose.

he knew you quite well, he had seen you with charles and lorenzo and andrea very frequently around the paddock, and had even spent time with you in monaco when charles invited him for dinner.

he'd never admit it, but he had always thought you were beautiful. but a few stories from pierre suggested to him that you and charles were a thing so he never said anything to you.

but here you were, tears streaming down your face, blasting someone like you by adele on the radio and he knew something was wrong.

"oh! hey lewis. didn't think anyone would be here, i just wanted a minute" you smiled.

"i can leave if you want, just wanted to make sure everything was okay" he said, and you were touched by the sincerity in his eyes.

"im okay" you spoke softly, not trusting your voice to go above a whisper. "but i could do with some company" you admitted, chuckling.

"anytime" he smiled back at you. you opened to door to your car, letting him slide in the passenger seat.

"out on a jog were you?" you asked, driving down to your favourite icecream store (vegan of course)

"yep, i had a lot on my mind and i just wanted to run it all off y'know" he said, and you noticed the shift in his eyes and the sadness reflecting in them.

"this season's getting to you isn't it?" you whispered, and felt your heart go out to him when he nodded.

"lewis, one season doesn't define you...and you've been performing marvellously considering the car you have. im not exactly an f1 whiz but you're still the best. without a doubt" you said honestly.

lewis chuckled, and then turned to face you directly. "don't let charles hear you say that" he joked, and immediately he noticed the shift in your demeanour.

"uh yeah i won't" you mumbled, with a tight smile. "is everything okay with you two?" lewis asked, concerned.

you sighed, stopping at the store and looking determinedly out the window, trying your hardest not to cry.

"yeah it's all okay. im just a little overwhelmed right now is all" you sighed.

lewis nodded, not pushing you to tell him anything you didn't want to.

"c'mon, let's go and get some ice cream" he smiled at you, getting up to open your door.

your story

caption : late night snack 💗@lewishamilton

replies -:

@.yourbestfriend - girlie pop is that lewis hamilton you've tagged?!?!

@.arthurleclerc - icecream without me? :(

@lorenzotl- icecream with lewis?

@lewishamilton - had so much fun! definitely trying the biscoff one next time💜

@.charlesleclerc - is that our icecream spot y/n?

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sighing, you let your hand crash against the piano, wincing at the discordant notes.

this stupid melody had been playing around in your head for weeks and you couldn't put it into a proper song.

at the same time you had also decided the best thing you could do was put space between you and charles, and so, your communication had decreased significantly.

arthur still spoke to you regularly and visited you almost every week. he often brought carla along, who you adored, and who thought of you as an older sister.

he kept you updated on how everyone was doing, and you spoke to lorenzo and pascale over text when you could.

but of course it was hard to avoid your best friend when your social media feed was full of posts about him, now more often with his girlfriend, and you were having a hard time ignoring it.

letting your head drop back, you stretched, hearing your back crack like bubble wrap. the ding of the text notification from your phone made you sit up, smiling when you saw lewis' contact pop up on the screen

lewis h 💜: hey, just wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing okay?

you : hello, I'm doing okay, thank you for asking 🫶🏼

lewis h 💜: what have you been upto?

you : just trying to figure out this melody, it's driving me insane

lewis h 💜: don't dress about it. i've heard your music and it's absolutely phenomenal. just relax, breathe, and let the music flow.

you : thank you. i can't thank you enough

lewis h 💜: anytime darling 💗 hope to see you soon?

you : ill be there at the monaco grand prix!

lewis h 💜: ive been meaning to ask, would you like to come as my guest to the mercedes hospitality?

you : id love to but..i don't want to cause a media storm..

lewis h 💜: fuck the media honestly. if i want to bring a friend to the paddock, ill bring a friend to the paddock.

you: lewis hamilton swears? 😯

lewis h 💜: hahaha. so ill see you there?

you : yes. ill be there 💗

lewis h 💜: looking forward to it y/n 💗

smiling, you put your phone down, almost giddy with excitement.

like magic, the melody seemed to fall into place and you called your friend jack.

"hey jack, I've got this idea, but ill need some help" you said.

jack antonoff laughed and said, "on it. another pop hit in the making?" he smirked and you laughed. "i sure hope so. ill see you soon then"

you smiled to yourself.

maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

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@kymillman- @yourinstagram arriving at the monaco grand prix, but not in her usual manner with @.charlesleclerc, but rather with @lewishamilton, with a mercedes cap. she also made her way past the ferrari hospitality and went to the mercedes hospitality, but always a pleasure to photograph her.

@predestinato - oh dear what did charles do :( she's always supporting charles at all the races and she's been at every monaco grand prix since he got into f1. i miss her :(

@charles16monaco - she's with lewis now? i was hoping to see her at monaco with the leclercs.

@ynfan23 - mother is serving as always!! but i do wonder where charles is...

@ynlnisaqueen - serving looks and badassery.

@charlesbanana - charlie noo :( but yn looks gorgeous as always but i don't want to lose her to mercedes 😭

@lh44fanbase - sir lewis?? shooting his shot?? with our resident popstar queen?

pushing your sunglasses up your nose, you took in the sight of the monaco paddock, smiling as the sun warmed your skin.

the buzz and chatter and roar of engines felt like home, and you felt so excited to be back.

you spotted lewis, walking with roscoe to the media pen, and you watched as he turned towards you and shot you a bright smile.

you didn't expect him to turn and sprint towards you, and wrap you in a hug. you heard the click of cameras behind you but you didn't care. you were glad to have a friend in the paddock.

it felt a little strange to not walk into the red, bustling ferrari hospitality, and instead into the calm atmosphere of the mercedes one. it felt strange to walk past the sea of red, and you did feel a tinge of guilt.

lewis noticed. and he nudged you, bending to whisper, "it's okay, we're just here as friends. and it's just one race. let's just chill okay. ill treat you to more icecream too" he smiled and you giggled, walking into the hospitality.

across the paddock, charles frowned. he hadn't known you would be at the paddock. you were always at the monaco paddock with him, ever since his first grand prix.

he was used to seeing you wearing some element of red, a cap or a shirt or pants. but you were wearing a mercedes cap, and you hadn't even bothered to tell him you would be at the gp.

he pursed his lips, and decided to make his way to the car. he just needed to be focused on the quali and not on how you were with lewis-

no. he shook his head vigorously. he did not need that image in his head.

from the corner of his eye, he saw carlos approaching, and he sighed. he knew what he'd ask.

"cabron, where is y/n? why is she at mercedes? what did you do?" he asked.

"i did not do anything and i don't know why she's there" he said, sounding more put off than he meant to.

"are you sure? she always supports ferrari.." he trailed off, noticing how sad charles looked.

"what do you think happened?" carlos asked, leaning against the wall. the spaniard hadn't know you for very long, but in the time that he had, he had become one of your closest confidantes. he knew he would have trusted you with anything.

"i don't know, but she has been distant lately ever since..." he trailed off, unsure of the conclusion he had come to.

"ever since what?" carlos asked, growing impatient.

"ever since i introduced charlotte to her and my family.." he trailed off, eyes clouding over.

"ah. i see" carlos said. he didn't have to say anything else. he knew that charles knew, what exactly he wanted to say.

"mate, i know that you and charlotte broke up, and I know that it's because of a very strong reason. don't mess up mate. she's something special and you know it." carlos told his friend.

charles sighed, eyes dropping to the floor.

"best of luck for quali mate" carlos said, clapping him on the back and leaving to get ready for his own quali.

unfortunately for them, quali was shit for ferrari. engine issues meant that charles was p10 and carlos as p12, and much more irksome was the fact that lewis qualified p1, and the cameras had planned to your grinning and clapping.

he stormed off to the drivers room, slamming his helmet on the ground and sinking down onto the bed, roughly grabbing his own hair.

"tu es tellement stupide charles, tellement stupide et maintenant tu perds l'amour de ta vie"

sighing, he reached for his phone, and opened up instagram. he instantly wished he hadn't.

the first post he saw made his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

@yourinstagram - delighted to announce my new single 'it's nice to have a friend' is out now on!! to all my friends who've been there for me, new and old, i love you to saturn and back. thank you for being my people and for loving me and guiding me through everything. i love u all 🫶🏼💗

tagged - @yourbestfriend @lewishamilton @carla.brocker @lilymunihe @kika.gomes

@ynfans77 - OMG WHAT A MEW SJMGLE I AM LISINF MT MIND

-@ynisabadassqueen - same girlie sameee!! 😭 miss maam really just dropped a banger out of nowhere.

@ynrules - OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD YAS KWEEN SLAY!!

@kika.gomes - forever proud of u my love 🫶🏼so glad to have seen you make this song and see u power through life. honoured to be your friend and ill love u forever. always wanna hang out with u.

@lewishamilton - honoured to be on your team. my support is with you always. so proud 💜

@yourbestfriend - my favouritest friend. my babygirl. my love. my sweetheart. my talented darling. forever proud of you. forever glad i gave u my glove. 🩷

@lilymunihe- my darling u are a force and i adore u. you're my favourite person ever. so proud and i'm always there for u. ps alex has been sobbing for half an hour I think u broke him

-@alexalbon- no I am not lily 😭😭 but gorgeous job y/n. many congratulations 🎉

@carla.brocker - congratulations mom soeur. i love u always 🩷💗🫶🏼 so glad to have u in my life and have u guiding me. you're an icon and a force to be reckoned with. forever grateful for u.

@arthur.leclerc - you are truly a wonder. congratulations cherie! 🩷

@yncharles2216 - she didn't tag charles :( all those years of friendship...

@charlesfans - she's two faced. forgot charles already.

-@ynfans - we don't need u here. mother slays and you're a loser.

liked by @arthur.leclerc @.kika.gomes @.yourbestfriend and @carla.brocker

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charles took in the sight of the blue waters surrounding the boat.

his brothers, their girlfriends, his mother and their friends had all decided to spend the day on the boat. lorenzo and arthur were enjoying the football game on the tv, and carla and charlotte (lorenzo's girlfriend) were enjoying a sunbathing session on the deck.

charles sighed. he missed your presence on the boat. in fact, he missed your presence overall. usually, the both of you would be chatting away to glory, or playing games or just lounging about together.

he hadn't realized exactly how much your presence meant to him until you had slowly begun to pull away.

he felt tears rise up and he blinked them away furiously.

from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother approach him.

"salut maman" he smiled, kissing her cheeks.

"charles, pourquoi as-tu l'air si triste?" charles why do you look so sad?

"je ne sais pas maman, je... elle me manque tellement" i don't know mum, i... i miss her so much.

"mon fils, tu sais, je sais, nous savons tous que tu aimes y/n. pourquoi tu ne lui dis pas chérie ? elle t'aime tellement aussi et ça me fait mal au cœur que deux personnes destinées l'une à l'autre ne soient pas ensemble." my son, you know, i know,we all have known that you love y/n. why dont you tell her darling? she loves you so much too and it hurts my heart that two people destined for each other aren't together.

"mais... et si elle ne m'aime pas, maman ? je ne veux pas ruiner notre amitié et je ne veux pas la perdre. et c'est égoïste, mais je ne veux pas être blessé" but.. what if she doesnt love me back mum? i domt wamt to ruin our friendship and i dont want to lose her. and its selfish, but i dont want to be hurt..

"charles, l'amour est une douleur. dire à quelqu'un dont vous ne savez pas qu'il vous aime, que vous l'aimez est terrifiant, mais c'est ça l'amour. mais tu ne peux pas laisser cette peur t’arrêter. ne manquez pas votre chance de trouver le véritable amour. souviens-toi de mon fils, un amour comme celui-ci n'arrive qu'une fois dans la vie" charles, love is pain. telling someone you don't know loves you, that you love them is terrifying, but thats what love is. but you cant let that fear stop you. dont miss your chance at true love. remember my son, a love like this comes only once in a lifetime.

"je le ferai maman. merci" i will mum. thank you.

pascale pressed a kiss to her middle son's forehead, and left him to his thoughts. she knew he had a lot to think about.

charles knew he had a lot to think about too. he knew he had to tell you that he loved you, because damn it, you were his sun moon and stars and he would be damned if he let you go.

he smiled, a plan forming in his mind. he called carla and arthur, knowing you had a soft spot for the two of them.

"les gars, j'ai besoin de votre aide" he said.

"how can we help charles?" carla asked, smiling at him.

"i want to tell y/n that i love her"

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❛BIRTHDAY SPECIAL❜ ( h.jisung & l. felix )

💬nia's notes: its 12 am in korea so technically it's his birthday

p. jisung x felix x fem!reader w. 3.5k+

warnings? sub! jisung, switch! reader, dom! felix, unprotected sex, teasing, heavy mxm themes, handjobs, fingering (m. recieving), lil angst

— 𖦹 ( you and felix treating han for his birthday ) !

you remember the day your relationship changed with your best friends – it was new year’s eve, chan threw a party for everyone, drinks and food being passed around, the music was good, everyone was happy, and you were downing back shots with felix and jisung like it was water.

you three suddenly found yourselves on the dance floor, sandwiched in between the pair, both of them grinding against you, hands tracing up and down your body, felix nudging against your neck; forehead pressed against yours his lips begging to be kissed. “was the first to snap, whispering in your ear ‘let’s go back to yours.”

that was best sex you had ever in your entire life – your bodies tangled together , the three of you sweaty , the room smelled like sex as the three of you went at it , there weren’t any dynamics , all of you wanted a piece of each other in some way , it was hot and messy and the three of you knew that it could never be the same afterwards.

you guys tried just random hooks ups alone – fucking felix one night , then a few days later you’d be passing one of the members the next morning as you shamelessly walk out of hans bedroom , but that just didn’t work.

it was good , but it always felt like it was missing , someone was missing , and it wasn’t until jisung was having some alone time to himself , he tried thinking of you , the way you rode him , your tits anything , but he couldn’t finish. it was only for a moment, he thought about that night, but instead of you, he thought about felix , and he soon he found himself cumming all over his hand.

jisung never thought of himself of bisexual, he never been with a guy before, and now he had these feelings for not only you but his other friend too, and he didn’t know what to do. this put a small hole in your friendship, jisung began to distance himself, leaving you and felix to wonder what was wrong – had he finally had enough of you both. fearing you made a grave mistake, you and felix went to your friend to apologize, promising to stop everything and go back to the way things were before the party.

that was the first time you’ve seen jisung cry, he sobbed, confessing everything, including his feelings for the both of you. both of you consoling your friend, telling him everything was alright, and you weren’t upset with him – and that’s when it clicked for all three of you, the reason why these friends with benefits weren’t working was because all three of you needed each other, you craved each other.

jisung wanted felix just as much he wanted you, you wanted jisung just as much as felix , and felix had come to terms a long time ago he wanted both of you, he was just waiting for you both to come to terms with it. you guys entered a full blown relationship , going on dates , both of them basically moving into your apartment.

yeah it was hard to explain to people that you had two boyfriends , and jisung would rather die than explain to people that the two people kissing on his lock-screen was his boyfriend and girlfriend – but y’all loved each other and that all that mattered , plus felix loved to show both off so he had no problem telling people , he’d go as far as to tell people how you guys got together.

that was almost three years ago, the boys were doing well, their group blowing up, and you becoming successful in your field – moving into a bigger apartment together, you guys were so in love with each other, people might’ve not understood your relationship, but they surely were jealous of the love you three shared.

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your eyes fluttered open, the sun shining on your face, the low snores coming both of your boyfriends' lips, you smiled, planting a kiss on each of their lips, slowly climbing out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. the guys finally had some time off and you being able to get some days off, which was great giving the special day it was – jisungs and felixs birthday, and you wanted it to be nothing but bliss for both of them, so why not breakfast in bed for both of them.

after brushing your teeth, you threw one of felix’s shirts on, going to the kitchen to start cooking. gathering all the ingredients, mixing together the chocolate chips into the pancake mix, buttering the pan up, pouring the mixture into the pan, the smell soon pouring out of the pan, filling the apartment as you flipped the pancakes.

you didn’t hear felix get up, making his way into the kitchen, smiling at you, coming up behind you, kissing your neck. “good morning babydoll.” his voice deeper due to sleep. “what you are making?” you sighed, his morning wood pressed against your ass. “pancakes, it was supposed to be breakfast in bed for the both of you.” you pouted, he chuckled. “i’m sorry baby, but what’s the special occasion, normally i cook breakfast?” you turned to him. “are you joking?”

“it’s not our anniversary or anything.” you lightly slapped his arm. “it’s jisung and yours birthday, i can’t believe you forgot.” he kissed your lips. “sorry baby, we’ve been so busy i haven’t been keeping track, and plus my birthday is tomorrow.” he bopped your nosed. “yeah, but i’m not cooking breakfast in bed twice.” he laughed. “it’s okay baby, let’s just surprise sungie this morning, he deserves it and today is his birthday after all.”

he helped you finish up breakfast, plating it, making it look nice – making your way into the room where the boy was still sleeping soundly. “go wake him babydoll.” he held the tray as you made your way over to him, straddling his lap. “sungie.” you whispered, kissing his eyelids. he mumbled incoherently, still sleep. “sungie , come on get up.” your hands traveled down to his morning wood, palming him, his eyes slowly started to open. “that’s it be a good boy and wake up for me.”

“b-babe.” he stuttered; his eyes fully open. “happy birthday baby.” you spoke so calmly like you weren’t stroking his cock through his sweats. “fu-fuck i’m gonna cum.” you took your hands off him, climbing off. “wh-what why.” he whined. “because you both need to eat.” felix interjected, food in his hand. “i could’ve eaten after i came.” he frowned, felix sat the food down, grabbing a hold of jisungs cheeks. “you’ll be fine, you can cum later, first eat.” he kissed the boys' lips, before putting the food in his lap. “happy birthday baby boy.”

felix left the room, returning with yours and his plate, the three of you sitting around, eating the breakfast you made, sharing your plans for the day, felix scrolling through his phone, both of you and jisung catching on. “lixie what are you doing?” you asked. “finding a nice restaurant for tonight.” he said, smiling. “got it.” he showed you. “it’s perfect.” you said. “sungie , you like this?” felix showed the boy who was stuffing his cheeks with the rest of his food. “it’s nice, but for what?”

“your birthday silly.” you wiped the syrup from his face, taking the tray from him, placing it on the bedside. “o-oh we don’t have to do anything, it’s not that important.” he stuttered. “i don’t want you guys to worry.” felix typed in the number, waiting for them to pick up. “hello, i was calling to see if you have any reservations for tonight?”

your fingers combed through jisungs hair, your hand going back to his morning wood, he moaned, felix head snapped to you both, you smirked, jisungs face turning red. “behave.” felix spoke, returning back to the call. “okay, okay, that’s perfect, thank you so much, have a nice day.” he hung up, and you took your hands off the boy, who whined once again. “what did they say?”

“they had one last one for 8:30 pm.” you smiled, “excellent, we still have time to go shopping for sungies birthday, plus i need a new dress.” felix shook his head. “of course, you do, let’s go get dressed, we have some time to spare so we can take our time in the shower.” felix rubbed both of your thighs. “both of you get undress and go wait for me.”

you both got up, turning the water on, undressing. felix made his way into the bathroom a few moments after. “put the dishes in the washer.” he undressed himself, all three of you stepping into the water. you probably spent like an hour in there, teasing and feeling each other up, neck kisses and light touches, but no penetration, wanting to save that for later tonight, washing each other’s hair and body, before turning the water off, getting out of the shower.

you sat at your mirror while they got dress, doing your hair and makeup. “babydoll hurry up, yeah we have time, but we all know how you like to shop.” felix said, you smiled. “i promise i won’t go overboard, today is about sungie anyway , it’s all about it.” you said , the boy sat on the bed , his earphones in his ear while he waited. “i just want him to feel special.” felix nodded. “he will , i’ll make sure of it , now let’s go.”

the trip to the mall took half the day , walking around , and into different stores , felix ventured off leaving you and jisung to walk into another store – picking things up for jisung (and a some for yourself) , placing them on the counter. “i can pay for this , i have my card.” he said. “we got it sungie , i’ll pay for this and felix will pay for the other stores.” you said , kissing his lips. “one of my gifts to you.” you whispered , his eyes widening understand what you meant.

you both met back up with felix at the food court where he waited with food and drinks. “where did you go?” you asked. “no where special , sit and eat some lunch.” you guys munched on the food , the time slowly slipping away , soon you guys where leaving the mall. “it’s 5:40 now , let’s go back and start getting ready.” felix called the uber , you held jisungs hands while waiting.

you guys returned home , you went to shower first , since you took the longest. “babydoll.” felix knocked on the bathroom door where you were getting ready. “hi lixie where’s jisung?” you asked , the were never to far from each other. “playing the game , i just came to give you this.” he handed you a bag. “what is it?” you questioned. “it’s for later , i seen him eyeing it when we walked past the store , he said it would look pretty on you , so when i slipped away to buy his gift , i picked this up to.” he smirked , you opened the bag , looking at him. “its so pretty.” you kissed him. “he’ll love it.”

soon they both started getting ready , you finished up your makeup , slipping into the dress you bought earlier , it matched both their outfits. “y-you look nice.” jisungs eyes widened , his eyes trying not to stare at your cleavage , it was cute how after years of friendship and three years of dating , he still was so shy.

“you’re so cute sungie.” you smiled , grabbing his hand. “it’s okay you can look.” you took his hand , placing it on your bust. “they’re yours to look at.” his eyes widened. “m-mines?” he stuttered , he could feel himself getting hard in his pants. “that’s enough babydoll.” felix emerged from the bedroom , his sleek black outfit , much like jisung , his LV gold jewelry adorning his neck , you three looked hot.

“no need to keep riling our sungie up , it will be time for that later tonight , let’s have a good dinner first.” you pouted , listening regardless – the three of you leaving the apartment , the car waiting to take you to the restaurant.

the dinner was nothing short of wonderful , the food was good , you three looked nice and best of all jisung had a great time. “time for another gift.” you said. “please i can’t take anymore gifts.” the boy stressed , you and felix laughed. “last one , promise.” you said. “well sorta.” felix smirked , taking a sip of his drink. “here.” you reached into your purse.

“what is this?” you handed him a bag. “open it.” you said , he pulled the black box out of the bag opening it , revealing the small gold band. “a ring?” he took it from the box. “you promising babydoll?” felix teased. “no , i’m hoping you’ll do that for our anniversary.” you joked back , turning back to your other boyfriend. “it’s a promise ring , see.” you showed him the one on your finger. “p-promise ring?” he said.

“yeah , i know these past couple years , although have been fun , you’ve been having trouble adjusting , and i just wanted to let you know that we’re both here and we both love you so much.” you kissed his knuckles , he smiled. “you do?” felix set his drink down. “of course we do , we love you so much you don’t even know.” jisung felt so reassured , his heart swelling with love. “i-i love you too , both of you.”

you guys finished up your food , ordering desert to go. “what about felix’s ring?” you stood in front of him , his arms back hugging you , the three of you waiting for the car. “doesn’t he get one?” felix wrapped around the boys waist , people staring but none of you cared , not even jisung. “of course he does , but it’s not his birthday , he’ll get his tomorrow.” you said.“come on babydoll , is it that serious?” they both chuckled.

“yes , yes it is.” you said. “can’t you just spare it this once.” he said. “i mean don’t you think it’s fare?” you furrowed your eyebrows his voice dropped a few octaves ,sending shivers down both yours and your lovers spine . “it’s jisungs birthday , yet you’re both about to be fucked past your limits.”

it was over after that , the car came , all three of you getting in , sneaking touches , and kissing – felix whispering the most filthiest shit , that turned both of you on , really setting the tone that he was in charge for the night. you three made it home , felix opening the door , you brought your lips against jisung before he could even close the door , slipping your tongue into his mouth , he let out a whimper , you smiled against his lips. “let’s take this to the bedroom.”

you guys made it to the bedroom , undressing yourselves , falling into bed. you were wearing the black lace lingerie felix bought earlier in the day , jisungs eyes widening. “y-you bought it? when.” he asked. “i did , it was my final gift to you.” felix said. “doesn’t she look pretty sungie?” felix came up behind you , squeezing your boobs , you moaned.

jisungs mouth watered , desperate to have your boobs in his mouth. “go ahead sung , it’s all about you tonight.” felix read his mind , palming his cock , watching the boy take your boob into his mouth , licking and sucking your nipple , his other hand coming up to your other boobs , squeezing it.

“fu-fuck that feels so good sungie.” you mewled , he rutted his hips against the bed , his cock had been hard all day , never being able to cum , so he was sensitive and he could feel himself about to cum.

“sung , stop.” felix said , the older boy whined. “don’t complain i know how sensitive you get , you’re gonna cum all over the sheets , don’t you want to cum inside our pretty girls pussy?”

“i-i want both of you.” he stuttered , both of you were surprised – of course he and felix would often engage in stuff , never really establishing who was a top or bottom , they just were , the same with you a jisung , who ever wanted to do it , would be too – you guys messed around as all three , but you hardly ever had sex as three. “fuck sing are you sure , we don’t want to overwhelm you?” you asked. “i-i can take it , i promise.” you turned to felix who nodded , “of that’s what he wants , it’s his birthday.”

“lay down then baby.” you commanded , he obeyed , felix reached over grabbing the lube from the nightstand. “you know we gotta prep you first right?” he bit his lip, nodding. felix opened the bottle , pouring some on his finger , sitting in between the older boys legs , pressing it against his hole. “i’m gonna push my finger in now , okay?” jisung nodded , moaning as felix slowly pushed his finger into his hole. “sh-shit.”

“you feel good sung?” you kissed his neck , your hand coming down , wrapping around his cock. “fu-fuck so good.” he moaned , felix added another finger , speeding his moments , you stroked his cock , matching his thrust. “fu-fuck i’m not gonna last long.” jisung moaned. “that’s okay baby boy.” scissored the boy open. “go a head and cum , be a good boy and cum for us.”

you swiped your thumb across of his aching tip , squeezing the base. “fuck in cumming , shit!” he moaned , cum shooting from his tip , covering your hand , felix removed his fingers from the boys hole. “you came so much.” you let his cock go , felix took your wrist , bringing your cum covered hand to his lips , licking the cum from your fingers. “fuck.” you and jisung moaned , it was probably the hottest thing you’ve witnessed.

“babydoll get on top.” felix commanded , you climbed on top of him , your hands resting on jisungs chest. “you look so pretty sungie.” you reach down , kissing him. “love you so much you know that right?” you whispered , felix lubing up his cock , getting ready for jisung. “i-i love you too.” he whimpered as felix pressed his cock against his hole. “now babydoll , sit on his cock.” you grabbed his cock , hovering above him. “s-sit please.”

you slowly sunk down on him , he moaned out , the moan soon turning into a yelp as felix slid into him. “oh fuck.” felix hissed , you rocked your hips back and forth. “sung.” you moaned , he whimpered , the sensation of being filled with felix’s cock and your pussy tightening around his cock had his mind going blank.

“f-faster please.” he begged. “wh-who?” he moaned out. “both , pl-please both of you , fuck!” you toyed with his nipples , bouncing on his cock , felix fucking into him faster. “fuck!” all three of you were moaning , the room was hot and smelt like sex , jisung whimpering hands coming up to your boobs , squeezing them , you threw your head back , your head against felix , he pressed kisses against your neck. “fuck , keep bouncing his cock babydoll , make him feel good.” he grunted.

jisung knew he wasn’t gonna last long , this was all too much for him , he was already so fucking sensitive , he was gonna cum. “c-can’t hold it.” he moaned out. “go ahead -fuck- cum for us sungie.” you moaned. “wanna make you cum.” he whimpered , felix reached in front , rubbing your clit. “cum for him babydoll , cum all over his cock. “i’m cumming , fuck!” you moaned , cumming , your cunt tightening around jisung.

“oh fuck i can’t , i’m gonna cum.” he whined , felix’s hips snapping against his , hitting his prostate over and over . “fuck im cumming!” he yelled , shooting his load into you , you whimpered his warm seed filling you up.

his soft cock slipped out of you , his cum leaking out of you into his stomach. “fuck , i’m cumming.” felix pulled out , tugging at his cock , cumming all over your back and his stomach. “fuck.” he sighed , all of you coming down from the aftershock from your orgasms.

“sung , you okay?” you caressed his cheek , he nodded. “i’m fine.” he said sleepily. “just a little tired.” he said , you smiled , kissing his lips. “let’s get you both cleaned up.” felix go off the bed , you stayed with him , leaving little kisses against his neck , whispering sweet nothings into his ear – felix soon returned with a rag , helping you both get cleaned up.

“did you have a good birthday?” felix asked his newly ring clad finger tracing jisungs stomach , he finally broke you down and you gave it to him , jisung laid in between you both. “it was great.” you ran your fingers through his hair. “that’s great , i’m glad you liked it.” you yawned. “you getting sleepy princess?” you nodded. “why don’t you both get some sleep.” felix said.

“we need to wait.” Jisung said , felix was confused. “why?” you smiled just as the time changed , you climbed over jisung , slotting yourself in between felix’s legs , jisung planting kisses to side felix’s neck. “wh-what are you two up to?” he moaned as you took his cock into your hand , kissing his tip.

“so that we can formally wish you a happy birthday.”

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[soapsilly]

Are you jealous? - Roronoa Zoro Imagine

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Spoilers for One Piece (?), also NSFW?

Summary: Zoro is not the jealous type. At least he never has been. But when he finds out about his girlfriend's crush on Shanks, captain of the Red Hair Pirates and one of the Four Emperors that rule over the New World, he's not so sure about that anymore.

(Y/N/N) = your nickname

Requests are closed

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"What are you reading?", Zoro asked his girlfriend at the breakfast table. The whole crew was as chaotic as ever but (Y/N) hasn't taken her eyes off of the newspaper in her hands once since sitting down that morning, sipping her coffee every now and then, not even acknowledging Sanji refilling her cup multiple times already.

"The newspaper, Silly", she answered without looking up.

"I know that. What's so interesting though?"

"Red-Haired Shanks", she answered almost methodical, her eyes still scanning the paper.

That name sparked their captain's interest, the silly trick he was busy with long forgotten.

"Shanks?", his face lit up, "He's awesome! What about him?"

"Oh, that's right! You know him!", (Y/N) actually put the newspaper down for the first time this morning, "It's nothing exciting really. He's been seen on some island... They just printed his bounty again. I guess to provide an incentive or something", the girl shrugged.

Luffy let out a hearty laugh, "That's not gonna work. Shanks is way too strong"

"He really is, huh?", she leaned her face in her hand as she leaned forward eager to hear more.

"Looks like someone's having a cruuush", Nami sing-songed.

"Maybe just a little bit", (Y/N) held her fingers up in a pinch, "but can you blame me? He's handsome, strong and apparently he's a good guy if Luffy is anything to go by...", she counted on her fingers.

"What? Shanks isn't handsome", Luffy laughed.

"Luffy. Have you seen the man?", the girl feigned shock.

"What the fuck? (Y/N/N) that guy is like 20 years older than you", Zoro spoke up.

"Well yes, but you know what they say, right? On old boats one learns sailing", she shrugged.

"What kind of saying is that?", Robin chuckled.

"A foreign one, I think", she squinted trying to think of an answer.

"A stupid one, that's what it is", Zoro furrowed his brows not sounding amused with his girlfriend's shenanigans.

"Oof, what's gotten into you? You're in an even worse mood than usual...", Nami spoke up but didn't get an answer anymore as the swordsman all but stormed out of the dining area.

(Y/N) grimaced, "I better go check that out"

Once outside she quickly found her boyfriend polishing his swords.

"So, are you gonna tell me what that was about?", she asked him as she sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder. But instead of an answer all she got was a grunt.

She nudged him in the side, "C'mon, Baby... What's going on? Are you jealous?"

She smiled in disbelief, teasing her boyfriend. Zoro wasn't the jealous type and she knew that. He never cared about other guys. He sometimes even encouraged (Y/N) to let random men in bars buy her drinks so that he wouldn't have to. There was no chance he had a problem with this now.

"You do realize that dude only has one arm, right? What is there to be jealous of?", Zoro tried to sound unbothered.

"What the-? Shanks is still one of the strongest pirates there is. He's an emperor of the sea and before he lost his arm he routinely fought Dracule Mihawk... just for fun", (Y/N) was in awe, "Besides, you only have one eye and you're still pretty great"

She leaned over to press a kiss on the mosshead's cheek, but when her boyfriend only huffed in return, she paused to think for a moment. He couldn't actually be jealous over an innocent crush... She didn't even know the man, why would he make such a fuss over it? But then it struck her - he never cared about all those other men because he just knew that they could never compare to him. He was much stronger than them. Better in any way. But Red-Haired Shanks wasn't like other men. He was strong. Stronger than Zoro. Stronger than Luffy even. A fact that made the pirate hunter feel inferior. The girl grew annoyed at her unability to notice how insecure her boyfriend was.

"Zoro", she tried to get his attention but he avoided to meet her eyes, keeping his face down, still busy with his katanas, "Zoro. Look at me", she told him firmly, placing her hand on one of his to stop him from what he was doing.

When he finally did look at her, she could see how uncomfortable he was with the situation. He didn't mind being vulnerable with her but this situation was different. He already felt insufficient as is - no need to talk about it. He already expected her to make a heartfelt speech about how she only loved him and about how he didn't know how amazing he is but when she grinned at him, he furrowed his brows.

"You're an idiot. You know that right?",

"What? You're calling me an idiot now? I'm not the one trying to cheat!", he thought he was going crazy here.

She couldn't stop herself from laughing at his reaction. She knew him well. Having a serious talk would get them nowhere. If she wanted him to open up she needed to poke the bear a little bit.

"Cheat on you? Where is that coming from? I've never even met the man!", she laughed knowing that he was just in his feelings.

"Well we're getting farther and farther into the New World. It's only a matter of time until we'll eventually run into him and his crew..."

"So the first thing I'll do when we finally do, is to fuck the living shit out of Red-Haired Shanks? Do you think that badly of me or is it what you would do if you were in my situation?", she raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not!", he actually sounded offended.

"Oh, you're too cute", she cooed but turned serious for a minute, "Zoro, I'm serious. I would never chose anybody above you. You're it for me"

Zoro sent her a tight-lipped smile, still uncomfortable with the situtation but accepting her point.

"Besides", she continued in her usual bubbly voice, "we don't even know if Shanks would even want me"

"What the fuck (Y/N)?", Zoro wasn't sure he heard her right but once he saw her bite back a devious smile he knew she was up to something.

"C'mon... I'll make it up to you", she got up and pulled him along with her to the sleeping area, locking the door behind them.

As soon as she made sure that no one would disrupt them, she attacked his lips with her own, pushing him down on the mattress that the two of them would share most nights.

"Fuck, (Y/N/N)", he groaned into the kiss as she was straddling him, grinding her own hips against his already growing lenght. He didn't expect her to take charge like that, especially not after he basically called her a would-be-cheater. He didn't complain though.

She broke the kiss only to rid them of their shirts. He used the opportunity to take a good look at the girl on top of him. She looked beautiful, her lips already swollen from the make out session. He couldn't help but imagine what those lips would look like wrapped around his cock. As if she read his mind, she pressed a last kiss on the corner of his lip before she slipped down from his crotch. Zoro was just about to complain about the lack of friction, when she continued kissing down his neck, his collar bones, his chest - along his scar - down his abs, below his navel before stopping above the hem of his pants. She smiled up at him, not that silly smile of hers that he loved but a lustful one one that made his cock twitch in his pants.

"You're killing me", he sighed but hurried to get his pants off, freeing his already aching cock.

"But you love me for it", she looked up at him before pressing a kiss on his tip, earning a hiss from the mosshead.

He swore under his breath as she took more and more of him in her mouth, wrapping one of her hands around the base of his shaft to move in the same rhythm as the bopping of her head.

He threw his head back as his girlfriend used her lips and tongue on his tip, taking it in deep in her throat and then almost releasing it completely when coming up with her head again. It didn't take long for him to feel his orgasm approaching and he was sure she could tell from the familiar twitch aswell.

"Babe - ah fuck - (Y/N) stop", he panted, trying his best to hold back from cumming.

"What's wrong?", she asked him as she released his cock from her mouth - a string of saliva still connceting her lips to his tip.

"Was close... didn't wanna cum yet", he muttered.

She knew exactly what that meant. When she crawled back up to him, Zoro pulled her in for a deep kiss, flipping them over so that the girl was now lying underneath him.

She arched her back into him as his hand wandered down her body between her legs. His fingers tracing over the lace of her panties.

"Fuck you're so wet already... Didn't even touch you yet", he mumbled against the skin of her neck where he placed open mouthed kisses all over, lightly biting down on the skin above her collar bone to mark her as his.

She tried to retort something smart but choked on her words as Zoro hooked his fingers in side of her panties, yanking them down suddenly. She hissed as the cold air hit her newly exposed pussy.

She let out a loud moan as his pointer and middle finger started to gently stroke her folds before stopping to cirlce her clit.

"Zo- Zoro... Please", she didn't even know what she was begging for but couldn't help it. His teasing was turning her crazy.

Zoro liked hearing his name out of her mouth. He liked that he was the one to make her feel this way. He smirked to himself as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Fuck, you're making me weak. Tell me, who's making you feel this good? Huh?"

"You are!", she moaned, "Zoro, this is all for you. I belong to you"

The swordsman bit his lip as he increased the speed with which his hand rubbed her clit. He could feel his hand drenched in her juices and knew he could fuck her right then and there but first he wanted to see her come undone before his eyes. He could sense that she was close from the way she held her breath. He knew her body like his own. He could see the signs.

"You're doing so good, baby", she could feel his breath against her skin, "Cum for me. Come on now, (Y/N/N). Cum on my fingers"

A loud moan errupted from her lips as the familiar knot in her stomach region finally burst. She muffled the sound by biting in her hand, shuddering beneath him with no sign of Zoro stopping the movement of his hands. Only when tears started to pool at the corners of her eyes, did his hand finally slow down.

He sank down into the pillows, pulling her into his side, his hand lazily stroking her thigh as she breathed heavily. As soon as she caught her breath, she turned to him, a loving smile on her face.

"I thought, I was supposed to make things up to you?"

"Well, good thing were not done yet", his voice was low as he attacked her lips with another hungy kiss. He was just about to crawl on top of her when (Y/N) stopped him. She gently but firmly pushed him back down and broke the kiss only to straddle the swordsman beneath her once again. It was usually Zoro that liked to take charge in the bedroom and (Y/N) never complained - she enjoyed being spoiled by her boyfriend - but this time she was determined to be the one to make him feel good.

He knew it was his own fault. He didn't have to stop (Y/N) from sucking his cock earlier. He could've blown his load in her mouth and she would've swallowed like the good girl she was. He didn't want to wait though. He wanted her then and there - much to his dismay now. His lenght was throbbing uncomfortably and it felt like heaven when she finally lowered herself on his cock, steadying herself with one hand on his chest and the other on the wall behind his head. Zoro's hands found their way to her hips almost automatically, his calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh. They moaned in unison and she leaned forward placing wet kisses along his neck but she didn't move, knowing that he would ruin any kind of rhythm she would attempt to ride him at.

"Fuck, Baby. Don't make me beg...", he panted as his hips thrusted upwards to get some kind of relief.

She let him. His hands roamning her sides - up and down - clawing at her skin.

As he finally calmed down a little - after what felt like an eternity - she started moving her hips, barely raising up from her seated position but rather rocking back and forth. Slowly.

She could feel Zoro's fingernails digging into her thighs but she didn't mind the sensation. In fact, she enjoyed it. As she looked down the mosshead beneath her, she couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked like this. He was watching her through hooded eyes, mouth slightly agape. She leaned down to capture his lips in a sensual kiss but the swordsman had other plans as he used the opportunity to loudly smack his girlfriend's ass, grabbing at it, earning an even louder yelp from the girl.

"Oh, I see how it is", she whispered in his ear. He could clearly hear the smile in her voice.

With that she picked up the pace. Riding his cock faster and more forcefully now. Her tits bouncing to the rhythm. A loud 'smack'ing sound filled the room as her wet pussy came down on his cock over and over again. His hands grabbed at anything they could reach, incoherent moans falling from his lips. She had never seen the swordsman this desperate.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. (Y/N), don't stop. 'M so fuck- fucking close", he told her trough gritted teeth. For a short moment, (Y/N) thought about stopping - just to fuck with him - but then decided against it as all of this was to make up for making him feel bad. She didn't abandon the idea completely though, keeping it locked away for when the time was right. Whilst she was already fantasizing about when that would be, she could feel the familiar twitch of Zoro's cock inside her.

"Yes, Love", she cooed, "Cum inside me. I'm so needy for you. Only you. No one else could ever make me feel this good, Fuck."

She didn't have to tell him twice, hearing those words out of her mouth paired with the way she was riding him so effortlessly was enough to send him over the edge, gripping her hips so tightly, she was sure there would be marks.

She slowed her movements as she rode out his high before completely stopping them once she felt him finish. As he guided her off of him, she collapsed into the pillows, both of them completely exhausted, a light film of sweat coating their bodies. He pulled her into his side once again, her head now comfortably resting on his chest. Neither of them saying a word. The only sound that filled the room were the heavy breaths and the occasional peck here and there. It was Zoro that eventually broke the silence.

"I- uh.. I guess I should get jealous more often, huh?"

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro imagine #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro imagine #one piece x reader #one piece

[fxrmuladaydreams]

Not sure if I’m too late but Daniel with a girlfriend that’s the opposite of him, more quiet and more serious but when they’re alone she basically melts for him (maybe nsfw?) please if not it’s fine!

don’t worry darling, you weren’t late, sorry this is coming out late though, i had an early night last night. also i didn’t write smut for this, i hope you still like it.

this is also kind of this type of relationship through max’s pov? like we see daniel x reader the way max sees them

Daniel is extroverted, often described as the golden-retriever type of guy. He’s constantly seen hanging around, and occasionally causing chaos with the other drivers. Needless to say everyone’s a little surprised when they first actually meet you.

He had gushed about you for ages now, seemingly never shutting up about how perfect you were or how much he adored you. Whenever anyone asked why you had yet to attend a race Daniel would explain that you had school, or work, or just weren’t ready to face all of the media that came along with being on the arm of an F1 driver.

Lando had teased him a bit, saying that you probably weren’t real, you were just some imaginary girlfriend that Daniel had made up. To which Daniel just scoffs, and nudges Max.

“You’ve met her! Tell him she’s real!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Max says attempting to hold his laughter in.

When the day comes that Daniel finally brings you to the track, it’s for the Austin Grand Prix. You know it’s his favorite and genuinely want to be there to experience that joy together.

Just as you predicted cameras are everywhere, snapping photo after photo of you. Daniel holds you close to him, attempting to shield you with his body.

Once you’ve finally managed to make it to the AlphaTauri garage you can take a deep breath.

One by one the other drivers appear and introduce themselves. Each one surprised by your quiet introduction and hesitant handshakes. All while Daniel stands behind you grinning.

They all pester Max about it, asking how you and Daniel could possibly work. Daniel, the center of attention, the person that will make friends with anyone and everyone. And you, who sits quietly in the garage, only really ever speaking to Daniel, or when someone else speaks to you.

Max laughs, and explains just how perfect you are for each other. Daniel told him that when he’s with you he feels a sense of calm, like he’s no longer a world famous athlete, you make him feel like he can be just Daniel. And when Daniel is with you, a spark lights up in your eyes, a smile spreads across your face. You’re suddenly like a new person, Daniel brings out a playfulness in you that you keep locked away when he isn’t there.

They can all understand exactly what Max says when they see Daniel run to find you after the race. You drop the headphones you were wearing and practically jump into his arms as he spins you around. He plants a kiss against your lips and pulls away with a smile. You’ve got a smile too, staring up into his eyes.

And the others know, you’re looking at your world when you look at each other.

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #dr3 #danny ric weekend

[wnderify]

striptease | luke hughes

summary: fuck if i know. inspired by the song striptease by carwash. secret relationship??? with my favorite man, luke hughes!

warnings: cursing, horrible writing?? uhh lmk if there’s more!?

word count: 2606 words

authors note: this man got me going lalalala i be kicking my feet and giggling while looking at photos of him on pinterest. someone sedate me. also this is my first tumblr fic and first time ever writing with a reader insert so i apologize if it’s horrible!!

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Luke had a smile on his face as he stood with his friends, a cold beer in his hand that he had been nursing for the past thirty minutes beginning to grow warm causing the glass to sweat, droplets of water sliding down to his fingers bringing him back to the conversation that the group was talking about.

"East Carolina sucked ass tonight!" Mark shouted with a laugh, his shoulders bouncing with the noise causing the mixed drink he had to splash in his cup.

"Umich is better." Jack grinned, shrugging as he lifted his beer to his lips to take a small sip.

You snorted from where you sat back against the couch next to Quinn who was mindlessly staring at the ceiling, having one too many drinks already and they had only been at the party for an hour.

"Rich coming from someone who didn't even come here." Your eyebrows pulled into a furrow as you stretched up your leg to nudge Jack who had been standing close.

Luke and you have known each other since freshman year, meeting whenever you asked him if you were in the right class. You weren't. You weren't even in the right building. You were lucky though because Luke had offered to walk you to the correct class and building.

From that moment he became absolutely intrigued in you. Bringing you around to the sophomore house where you ended up meeting some of his teammates. He was glad you connected with them almost instantly, understanding their humor. He was even more glad that you were also intrigued with him.

And you weren't afraid to show it. With lingering touches whenever no one was around and longing stares whenever someone was around to the kiss the two of you had shared merely two hours ago in a bathroom at Michigan Stadium just seconds after the game had ended leaving both his and your lips swollen.

Your shoelaces had been untied and you asked him for help, earning a few chirps from Rutger and a knowing look from his girlfriend, Kayleigh, and an eye roll from Jack who had told you two to not take too long. As soon as he hit the stall door, your lips were on his as if you had been starved.

He recalled the brief conversation you two had while your guys hands roamed one another. "Your shoelaces." He had breathed out in a quiet whisper against your lips that made you feel like hot wax was being poured down your spine, knowing for sure that other people were in the bathroom with them.

"That's how I like mine." You grinned up at him, the fabric of his maize colored University of Michigan jersey balled into your fists as you brought him closer, lifting him off the back stall as closer to you.

The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing, Quinn calling him to tell the two of you to hurry up earning a groan from you that he quickly cut off by smashing his lips against yours once more, despite his brother who was nagging him over the phone. "We'll be there in a second." He said whenever you pulled back to trail your kisses down his neck before he hung up, not waiting for a response from Quinn.

As you dragged him out of the bathroom whenever the coast was clear, your fingers intertwined as you stalked to the parking lot where your group of friends were waiting for you, he was rambling like a teenager who was experiencing his first love. He practically was.

"We could just runaway to, I don't know, — Mexico! We could run away to Mexico," he rambled, his eyes on your linked hands as he stumbled over his feet, certainly getting his new shoes dirty. "Not tell anybody." Your arm move with his shrug.

You playfully scoffed as you looked back to him, smiling at him. "As if, you're a professional hockey player." You shook your head as the wind blew your hair which for some reason he really liked for whatever reason.

That moment felt like a dream. You felt like a dream. He had snorted to himself at the thought, shaking his head along with the thoughts from his brain. Much to like right now as he stood there, distracted again by the moment you shared as he shook his head whenever Luca slapped his back.

"What you thinking about?" Luca's breath smelled like beer as he clung onto his old teammate, a dopey grin on his face as he looked around at the group.

"You would know if it was your business." Luke had quickly retorted as he looked over to his friend who playfully rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Jack and coke for your thoughts?" Ethan held out his red solo cup, one of his eyebrow raising as he tilted it to him.

Luke rolled his eyes despite the smile on his face as he chuckled, his shoulders rising and lowering. "It's classified," he switched his beer to his other hand to wipe the collected condensation off onto Luca's shirt. "Besides, you put too much whiskey in your drinks." He eyed his friend.

"Then another beer for your thoughts." Ethan shrugged as he leaned back against the couch, earning a grunt from Quinn who told him to stop moving.

Before Luke could open his mouth and spew out another witty comment, you spoke up. "Let it rest, guys," you laughed from behind your can as you looked up at Luke. Your eyes alone could make him melt on the spot. "He's probably thinking about hockey. Aren't you, Luke?" You questioned as your left eyebrow perked up, hiding your smile behind your drink. You knew what he was thinking about.

Luke nodded, his lips stilling into a gap momentarily before he finally spoke, "yeah, hockey." He finally got out, his eyes never leaving yours as he studied the mischievous glint that shimmered in your irises.

Owen rolled his eyes and stood up from the arm of the couch, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, dude." His teasing tone made Luke's face flush as he chuckled, looking down to his beer bottle as his tongue swiped against the inside of his lip, bulging the skin out momentarily. "I'm going to get another drink, anyone want?" His eyes scanned his group of friends, only getting a reply from Kent and Gavin.

"I'll come with you!" You chirped as you stood up quickly, earning a shriek from Quinn seeing as to how you were practically supporting his drunk body. Owen began to trail towards the kitchen with you in tow but not before you pretended to stumble into Luke.

Instinctively, his placed his hands on your hips to help you stand up straight. You weren't drunk, only having one Mai Tai so far. He knew that. So why were you acting like this. "You okay?" He asked with his hands still on your waist.

"Quinn's feet were in the way." You muttered as your slid your hands down his forearms quickly, sending shivers up his spine as you grabbed his hands. "Thank you." You chuckled, pulling his hands off of your clothed hips but not before slipping something into his hand.

Before he could question you, you were skipping towards the kitchen and gone. His eyebrows pulled together as he held onto what felt like thick paper. His assumption were correct as he flipped over his hand, holding a folded up and torn napkin. He looked up and through his eyelashes, making sure no one was paying attention before he tried to the best of his ability to be discreet about unraveling the napkin to see a few words written with your lip liner. The same lip liner that had decorated his skin before he had wiped it off.

'ditch w/ me? meet me outside in five.'

He reread the note for what seemed to be a thousand times, eventually mumbling the words to himself. Whenever he finally got the words registered and a remembrance of your smudged note imprinted in his brain, he looked up to scan the crowd.

His eyes met yours, watching as you said a few words to Owen who began to make his way back to the group with beers in hand. He noticed how you tilted your head as you held up your best poker face. Your hair slid from your shoulder and swung as it hit your back as Owen said something back to you with a small nod, a look of sincerity on his face.

Luke's eyebrows furrowed deeper as he wondered what the conversation was about, watching as you spun around and made your way out of the house, leaving Owen on his own to make his way through the crowd.

"She's going outside to get some air," the dark haired boy said as he passed the beers to his friends before continuing, "said it was too stuffy in here or something." He twisted the cap off the beer before letting it drop to the floor beneath him, lifting the bottle to his lips to take a long sip.

Like counted down the seconds until he could meet you outside, chirping into the conversation every now and then as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He glanced down to the watch that decorated his wrist before realizing he had only a minute left and should probably be making his way outside.

"Hey, I'm gonna go check up on her," he said mid conversation, passing his bottle over to Kayleigh who stood by Rutger. "I'll be back." He gave a thin lipped smile before he rushed away from the group having a feeling that he wouldn't be back.

Luke maneuvered through the crowd, giving a few nods to people who noticed him and turned down the girls that placed light touches to his skin. He grumbled as he made it past a group, grabbing hold of the cool medal of the doorknob before opening it. He let out a small breath whenever he made it outside, the cool air of the Michigan night coming into contact with him and nipping at his skin. But he couldn't worry about that as his eyes scanned the lawn for you.

You had been leaned against a light pole that shined down on you with another Mai Tai in hand that you looked disinterested in, spinning the can around as your nose scrunched and pulled your face into a gentle scowl.

He chuckled as he jogged down the steps, adjusting his hat that covered his curls while taking a glance back to the door to make sure no one else followed him out. Fortunately, no one had. He smiled to himself as he continued to jog towards you.

Your eyes lifted from the silver top of the red can, a smile coming onto your lips as you pushed yourself off the light pole. "You're early." You pointed out as you held the can in your hands, looking up at him.

"Couldn't wait." He sounded breathless and you knew it wasn't from his short jog. You lightly smirked as you looked behind you, placing your can down on the roof of someone's car without a care in the world.

"C'mon." You said and took his hand for the third time that night, beginning to pull him down the street and towards his car.

Neither of you had a destination, just wanting to be with one another in a secluded area. The worst part of Luke's job was the attention that came with it. He was a hockey superstar and you were a college student with no want or need for spotlight. At least not right now. Keeping your relationship on low from the world also meant keeping your relationship on the low from your friends. It's not that the two of you didn't trust them, it's just that neither of you wanted to risk what you guys had. You and Luke were both content with how things were going right then as you sat in the car, his left hand on the wheel as he drove away from the party and his right hand intertwined with yours.

The stereo slapped him across the face, playing a familiar tune of a song from the late eighties playing loudly as the two of you sat quietly, merely taking in one another's company as the two of you made your guys way out of Ann Arbor.

Luke had goosebumps from the light rub of your thumb against his knuckles as he took the backroads to get to Fenton. He hummed along to the song, eyes concentrated on the road as he let off of the gas pedal to slow down before turning the car to the left, making his way into Fenton.

You let your hand disconnect from his, sliding your arm over the center console to the point your ribcage pressed against it but you didn't mind as your hand rested on his thigh. He swallowed a noise that threatened to spill, instead letting out a shaky breath as your hand inched inched closer to where he needed you.

"My house is not far," you breathed out, still looking out the window as he slowed down at the red stoplight giving you a sight of the closed bank. "And no one's home." You added on, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Luke's breathing was labored as he understood what you meant. He was nervous to say the least seeing as to how the two of you haven't progressed that far your relationship. "Maybe we can just go to one of the lakes?" His voice was high pitched and he was sure he would've cared if the palm of your hand wasn't against him.

You let out a playful scoff, turning your head to look at him. Whenever you realized he was being serious and his nervousness was radiating off of him like his body heat, you rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt.

He watched from the corner of his eye as you adjusted to sit on your knees in the seat, retracting your hand from his lap to his arm that was on the center console. You were silent for a moment as you thought through your next words.

You leaned forward, your large jersey hanging low and skimming the surface of the console and his arm. "I think we both know what we need, Luke." You whispered out, your lips ghosting over his neck as you continued to look up at his eyes.

Luke stared at the light that seemed like it was going to bleed to death before he sighed and looked over to you. You were right, you did know what he needed in that moment. And for the moments to come. He inaudibly gulped but his adams apple bobbed slightly as he watched a grin grow onto your face.

"Okay." He whispered out, nodding as he kept his eyes on yours.

Your grin only grew from his confirmation as you leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his. It wasn't the most comfortable position for you but that was the last of your worries at the moment. All that mattered was him.

The light turned green, illuminating your guys skin causing you to pull away and press delicate kisses to his jaw. "Take a left." You muttered against his jaw before you made your way down to his neck bringing his skin between your lips, listening to his heavy breaths as he followed your directions to your house.

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[hischierdevils]

Teeth | N.H.

note: inspired by the song Teeth by 5sos. I’ve been working on this one for a while and I’m still not happy with it but here you go.

summary: you get a little attitude with nico but he puts you in your place

warnings: s m u t, spanking, slight captain kink

wc: 2.1k

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Nico had just gotten home from a roadie earlier in the day and you were excited to finally have him all to yourself. When you got home, he told you that Jack had invited the two of you to dinner. While you loved Nico’s teammates, you were a little upset. Jack had just seen Nico for ten days in a row. Why couldn’t you have him to yourself for a night?

As you and Nico took the elevator in your building down to Jack’s floor you stuck tightly to his side, unable to keep your hands off of him for even a moment. He grins when you stand on your tiptoes to ask for yet another kiss. “You gotta behave yourself, baby.” He warns before giving into your demand. 

“I am behaving.” You pout as he pulls away from you. “We’d be naked in our bed right now if I wasn’t.” Nico bites his lip as he shakes his head at you. Unimpressed with your idea of behaving but slightly turned on anyway. 

You’re surprised when a blonde girl opens Jack’s door after you knock. She introduces herself as she lets you and Nico in, making polite conversation as you follow her to the kitchen. Dawson and his girlfriend are also in the kitchen talking with Jack. “Are we babysitting now?” You grumble to Nico as you attach yourself to him by wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He wraps a heavy arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “Don’t be a brat, y/n.” Nico mumble’s back. 

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine.”

Nico flashes you a look, warning you to check your attitude before you all take your seats at the table. The look makes you squeeze your thighs together as flames erupt in your belly. He hasn’t seen you in a week and he’d rather spend time with his teammates than have alone time?

The six of you sit at the table, passing the food around as the guys take turns telling funny stories from their trip. The two other girls at the table seem familiar with each other and quietly chat to one another. “Y/n?” Jack’s date calls your name and you realize you’ve been staring at Nico. 

“Sorry, what?” You turn your attention to the blonde girl, trying to remember if you saw her before tonight. You feel slightly guilty for not remembering her name but Nico looks so good in his dress shirt. How are you supposed to think about anything else?

The girl giggles. “I asked you how you deal with Nico being away for weeks at a time.” 

You glance at Nico who’s looking at you like he also wants to know the answer. “Lot’s of phone sex.” You say with a smirk. 

The girl's face turns red as Dawson and Jack howl with laughter. Nico places his hand on your thigh underneath the table and squeezes, digging his fingernails into your skin through your leggings. 

“Is that why you never go out with us?” Jack asks after he takes a deep breath. Dawson wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his beer.

“I go to dinner with you all the time.” Nico scoffs. 

Dawson starts giggling again. “But you gotta run back to the hotel for dessert, eh?” 

Nico nudges your knee with his underneath the table as he moves his hand higher up your thigh. “I love my girl.” He leans over to kiss your temple. “Look what you started you little brat.” He whispers for just you to hear.

The look on his face lets you know that you’re getting punished for that when you get home and your body shivers with anticipation. 

You barely touch the dinner that Jack’s new girlfriend made. The pasta is delicious, but your stomach is in knots as Nico continues massaging your thigh. He eventually gets close enough that his pinky rubs up against your clothed heat and it makes you jump. Reaching for your wine glass, you take a deep gulp as Nico smirks at the blush on your cheeks. 

“Are you alright, love?” There’s a twinkle in his eye as Nico questions you. He’s enjoying this. 

You tug at the hem of the sweatshirt you’re wearing, which also happens to be his. “Yeah, it’s just a little hot in here.” 

His eyes darken as he watches you take another sip of wine, your tongue darting out to catch the last sweet drops on the rim. The rest of the table chats animatedly, unaware of the silent conversation you and Nico are having. 

Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

When it’s time for you to leave, you practically jump out of your seat. Nico says goodbye to Jack and his girlfriend, thanking them for dinner as you wonder what’s in store for you once you make it back to your own apartment. 

You end up riding the elevator with Dawson and his date down to your floor. You stand next to Nico’s side without touching him but your body is so aware of him that you can tell every time he shifts his weight or fidgets. 

“Have a good night you two.” Dawson smirks at the two of you as the door to the elevator opens on your floor. You politely say your goodbyes before following Nico to your door. 

As soon as he gets the door open, he’s pulling you inside and pressing his mouth to yours. You kiss him back eagerly as he guides you backwards so you’re pressed against the wall of the entryway. Your body becomes putty underneath his touch as his right hand fists the hair at the nape of your neck and his left hand slides underneath the sweatshirt you're wearing. 

He bites your bottom lip as his calloused fingers graze over the soft skin on your stomach moving up to cup your breasts over your bra. “You were a little brat tonight y/n.” He comments before lowering his head down to your neck and sucking a hickey into your delicate skin. “What am I going to do with you?”

You palm him over his jeans and smile when it elicits a moan to fall from his lips. “I guess you’ll have to punish me.” You whisper as you kiss his jaw. 

He picks you up before you can say anything else, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. As soon as he sets you on your feet he’s pulling your leggings down your legs. “Teasing me all night like you won’t have any consequences.” He mutters as you step out of your pants. 

You give him a sly smile before taking his sweatshirt off your body, revealing the matching bra and panty set you had put on just for him. “You’re the one who delayed my plans, Captain.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed. Biting his lip as he takes in the sight of you. His gaze is so intense that you’re practically dripping from arousal before he even touches you. “Come here.” He demands after what feels like an eternity. 

You walk over to him slowly and when you’re finally within reaching distance, he throws you over his lap so your ass is in the air. He’s still wearing his clothes, and his jeans rub against your bra, giving your sensitive nipples some delicious friction. You whine as he slowly brings his hand up your leg and over your ass before resting it on the small of your back. He uses his other hand to gather all of your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he can see your face. 

“I think thirteen is a fair number, don’t you, love?” His voice is deep and you can tell that he’s just as turned on as you are. 

“Yes.” You breathe as you shake your ass, begging him to do something. 

He digs his fingers into your ass cheek, causing you to jump. “Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Captain.” You stutter. 

He massages your ass cheek before pulling your underwear down. “I want you to count, pretty girl. Ready?” His hand slaps your ass before you can respond and you jump a little in his lap. The slight sting mixes with pleasure and your body begins to shake with a need for relief. “Count.” He reminds you. 

“One.” His palm hits your other cheek before the word is even fully out of your mouth. “Two.” 

He goes on, alternating ass cheeks until you reach ten. You’ve been squirming in his lap so he pauses to check on you. “What do you need, love?” 

You can feel his erection in his jeans and you’re dying to get your mouth on it. “I need it harder, Captain.” 

This time when his palm comes down his fingers hit your soaked hole. You bite his jean clad thigh to keep from crying out. “Is that what you want, baby?” He asks as he spanks you again, his fingers sliding inside of you easily before he removes them. “You’re just dying for me to touch you aren’t you?”

“Nico…”

The final time his hand comes down, he slides two fingers inside of you as he unclips your bra with his other hand. As soon as your breasts are free, he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers as he works his other hand inside of you. “This is all you wanted, isn't it baby? You wanted me to make you cum?”

“Yes, Nico…please…” You’re a moaning mess in his lap as he expertly fingers you, adding a third finger to give you more friction. “I want you inside me.” You groan.

He lets go of your nipple and moves his hand to your clit. You moan as he begins to rub circles on it and you bite down on his thigh again. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” He applies more pressure to your clit and you’re seeing stars in no time, orgasming as he holds you in his lap. 

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

“So perfect and good for me, baby.” Nico praises you as he brushes your hair out of your face and pulls you up so you’re sitting in his lap. “You did so well.” 

You kiss him until you’re both breathless and then stand on shaking legs. “It’s my turn to make you feel good.” You pull at his belt and he stands up quickly, helping you to get him out of his jeans and boxers. 

You sink to your knees before him once his erection is free and take his large cock in your hand. The tip is already shining with pre-cum and you lick it up with your tongue before pulling him into your mouth. “Fuck.” He mutters as he tangles his hands in your hair. 

You hum in satisfaction causing the vibrations to travel along his thick member. He pushes into your mouth until you gag and then pulls out. “Mmmm I’ve wanted to do this all night.” You admit as you wipe the drool off of your chin. You go to reach for him again but he steps back out of your reach. 

“I’m not going to last baby and I want to be inside you.” He tells you as he moves the pillows and sits down on the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. “Come ride me.” 

You don’t have to be told twice, scrambling quickly to get on the bed and swing your leg over him. You bend down to kiss him as you trail your fingers down his chest before gripping the base of his cock so you can sink down on top of him. You both moan as he stretches you, filling you up completely. “I’ve missed you being inside of me.” You whisper as you start to bounce up and down. 

He brings his hands to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he tries to slow your movements. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You run your hands through his hair tugging softly at the roots as you grind down on him. He lets out a string of curses in German letting you know he’s not going to last long. 

You press your forehead to his as you pick up the pace. He wraps his arms around your torso, holding you flush to his chest as you grind against him, bringing yourself close to the edge again. “You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” He kisses you again and the praise is all you need to come undone around him. 

He tightens his arms around you as he thrusts up into you. “Open your eyes, love. I want you to look at me.” His forehead is still pressed to yours and he looks into your eyes as his thrusts become erratic. “Fuck, y/n.” He stills as he reaches his orgasm, coating your womb with his cum. 

Once you’re both spent, you rest your head on his shoulder. You try to move your leg so you can get off of him but he quickly grips the back of your knee, keeping you in place. “I want to hold you.” He murmurs before kissing your cheek. 

“Okay.” You give him a lazy smile before relaxing into him. Cuddling with Nico is easily your favorite thing in the world. 

Tag list: @mikayladavis @cammie1634 @cellythefloshie @nowandkei @hughesmedicine @huggy-hischier4394

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x y/n #smut #nico hischier smut #my writing

[thewritingofspencerrose]

The Captain's Girls

October 11th, 2023

"What am I supposed to do? Pack orange slices? Send in juice boxes?"

Quinn's hands find my hips, slowing my pacing and quickly wrapping their way around my body to keep me in place.

"No one is asking you to do that, Rue. You're my girlfriend, not their mom, you don't have to pack snacks or organize carpool like you do for Ellie," He assures, trying to light it up with a joke, but this is no joke. This is important to me.

"Quintin Hughes-"

"Still not my name, and you know that, but carry on."

"-This is my first game going as the captain's girlfriend. I missed all of the preseason games because of visiting my parents and things for Ellie. And I had to facetime your mom to help me pick out outfits good enough for Ellie and I to be seen in, and don't even get me started on how long that took because only half my wardrobe fits over this stupid bump-"

"Not stupid, we love that bump, that bump is our son."

"Yes, you know I love him," I respond, not even slowing down. "But what if the guys don't think I'm good enough? What should I-"

I don't get to continue my rambling, his lips meeting mine and wiping any spiraling thoughts from my head. And as he pulls away, he smiles with so much love in his eyes it makes my anxious nausea settle.

"You, Ruthie Jane, are overthinking with that - gorgeous - big - incredible brain of yours," Each word punctuated with a kiss to my head, his hands coming to rest on my cheeks, making sure my eyes meet his. "No one is expecting you to be perfect. To bring snacks or drinks or anything like that to the games. You know the rink provides foods for the families anyways. And you're going to be gorgeous in whatever you wear to the game. You could show up in a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful woman in a room," He assures, his hands running from my cheeks and down my arms, taking ahold of hands and stepping back to look over my outfit, a simple Canucks blue jumpsuit that makes my five month bump even more apparent, a Canucks bomber jacket with Q's last name and number on the back keeping me warm, his captains C staring back at him.

"You look gorgeous," He assures, pulling me back in, wrapping me up tight.

"What about me Daddy!" Ellie's voice interrupts our moment, her body hurling at our legs. Always a daddy's girl.

"You're are just as beautiful as your momma, baby," Q compliments, bending and pulling her up into our hug, her little blue bell bottoms and a miniature version of her father's Canucks jersey keeping her matching the both of us, with a white longsleeve to keep her warm.

Thank God for Ellen constantly sending us knew clothes as she grows. We've already had to ask the team for a new jersey twice since Ellie and I came back into Quinn's life.

"You hear that Momma? I'm just like you! Will CJ be just like Daddy?" She asks, hand reaching down to pat where she knows her brother to be.

"One can only hope baby," I answer, my eyes catching Quinn's, his eyes the shape of hearts before he steps back, still holding Ellie and bouncing her around.

"Ok, I'm just gonna put Ellie in my equipment bag and then we can head to the game," Quinn tells me, starting to swing the little girl towards the disgusting bag that typically takes residence in the garage, her giggles filling the room and my heart.

"Daddy! No! No! I sit with Momma during game!" She squeals, Q pausing and holding her in front of him, eyes jokingly wide.

"Oh, so you don't come with me?"

"No Daddy," She's still giggling, digging her head into his chest and giving us a moment to catch eyes, and God I can't help but love this man.

"Well, we need to get going, cause otherwise Daddy will be late," He prompts, but before he's even done speaking we're both grabbing our bags, his to play and mine for Ellie, his body nudging mine as he draws close. And he smiles, his classic Quinn smile. "And I don't think they'll be okay with it, even if it was the Captain's girls who caused it."

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #oc x quinn hughes #quinn hughes #accidental pregnancy #mamma series #second chance romance #vancouver canucks

[httpiastri]

Jackieeee my most favourite-est person ever <33333

i was having a look-see through your prompts for your 1.5k celly (ive forgotten if i’ve said congrats already but if i haven’t, CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH) and i was wondering if you’d do a Santa Tell Me with Clement and a combination of “you don’t have to be so gentle. i won’t break, you know” and - moving hair away from their face.

i think it’d be really cute idk 🥰

MUAH<3

- shy little embrose from the discord lmao

embrose! my darling!! 🥺💘 thank you so much for your kind words, you're so sweet omg :(( and thank you for requesting! i altered the prompt a little, hope that's okay <3 have a good day sweetheart! and happy new year!!!

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"i have never seen a worse dancer than marcus," lissie says from next to you, nodding off towards the dance floor. when your eyes follow hers, you can barely hold back the laughter that wants to slip past your lips. it's quite clear that marcus and clement are racing drivers, and james is an insurance broker, not professional dancers.

it's easy to tell that none of them are exactly sober, though you're not sure if their moves would've been that much better if they hadn't been as intoxicated. at least they're enjoying themselves, you think to yourself, taking a small sip out of the glass in your hand.

"i wouldn't say either one of them is better than the other," alice pipes up, nudging lissie's shoulder with her own. "doesn't marcus want to join dancing with the stars, though?"

"yeah, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't get voted off instantly."

as if they heard about your discussions, the boys soon stumble back to your table. they're all cackling about something james just said, and clement has a big grin plastered on his face when he flops down in the seat next to you. you cock a questioning eyebrow to him, but he merely shakes his head, one of his hands reaching down to take one of yours. he gives you a gentle squeeze, eyes shifting back to james who's suddenly in the middle of telling some kind of story about a guy on the dance floor.

clement's touch is innocent, and he means no harm. as always, he has good intentions; he wants you to feel comfortable at all times. the thing is, you do feel comfortable – but his soft touches and gentle caresses are not enough.

it's especially easy to feel jealous when his friends and their girlfriends are around, showing off how comfortable they are in public. james and alice have been going out for ages, so pda is never a big deal for them. even marcus and lissie will disappear into a dark corner of a club every once in a while, only to reappear with swollen lips and occasionally a few poorly covered lovebites on their skin.

but clement? always so soft, always so delicate. too soft, too delicate.

behind closed doors, it's a different story. when it's just him and you, he's got no problems being rougher and showing you just how much he wants you. but when you're out in public, even a tiny kiss on your lips is highly uncommon. it all originates in his need to take care of you, to make sure he never does anything wrong – he would hate himself if he ever did something you disapproved of in public. so instead, he always holds back, even though he sometimes wishes he didn't.

the thought is sweet, and you're so grateful to be dating a man who cares so much about your feelings. but you do wish he would... do more.

you aren't sure how to tell him about this, though. it's something you've thought about a lot, but a good time for the conversation just never seems to appear.

when clement looks over at you from james, he notices how your expression has changed. from the bubbly exterior you usually show off to a slightly more gloomy look, and he frowns. he leans down towards you, his mouth brushing your ear as he whispers. "everything okay?"

when he leans back and sees you nodding, a soft smile spreads over his lips. his hand reaches for your face, taking it in his palm and letting his thumb run over the skin of your cheek. his other hand brushes away a few stray hairs that have fallen into your face, and...

there it is again. that light touch, the gentleness.

now or never, you think to yourself.

"hey," you say, catching him off guard. he raises his eyebrows. "you don't have to be so gentle just because we're with friends, you know."

clement's mouth drops open, and then he closes it again. and then opens and drops again. his eyebrows furrow and he looks deep in thought, blinking a few times before finally speaking. "what?"

you let out a groan. "just kiss me properly, you muppet."

he doesn't need to hear anything else. he captures your lips instantly, kissing you like his life depends on it. the hand that was on your cheek just seconds ago has reached down to the back of your neck, pushing you further into him as his thumb runs along the front of your throat. a sound escapes from your mouth and he feels the vibrations as he swallows it, hearing it loud and clear in his head despite the loud music. it's like you're in your own bubble now, completely unknowing of the dancing and music around you, and of how your friends have all stopped to watch you with raised eyebrows.

it's nothing unique per se – you've gone much further than this before – but in this context, it's new. out in the wild, in front of strangers, right before your friends. it's strange, but exciting.

when you eventually pull away, your arms have draped over his shoulders and you've moved so close that your legs are practically on top of his. your eyes flutter closed again when clement's hot breath fans over your face, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

suddenly, a loud cheer erupts from your side as james starts hollering and clapping his hands. marcus soon joins in, his wolf-whistles loud enough to probably be heard all the way across the club, and you lean forward to hide your reddening face in clement's shoulder. you forgot that this would be the consequence of your actions...

but then again, it was worth it. definitely.

clement wraps his arms around your waist, chest bouncing with laughter. "good on you, mate," james yells, and you can practically hear the smirk on his lips. "is this the first time you guys have kissed, or-"

"shut up."

#love u embrose <3<3 this was such a cute request #i know that james has some good ol' hips but let's pretend he is a bad dancer just for the sake of the beginning 🤭 #santa tell me! #jack's 1.5k celly! #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f2 #formula two #formula 2 #clement novalak #clement novalak x reader #clement novalak x you #clement novalak x y/n #clement novalak fluff #f2 fluff #f2 x reader #f2 x you #f2 x y/n #screaming meals

[uluvjay]

What you need- J. Hughes

Gif by babydollmarauders

Part two of Illicit Affairs..

Warnings: Allusions/mentions to sex, cursing, kissing, pet names, mentioning of drugs(in a club setting!)

Summery: it’s been a few months since you ended things with Jack and he’s a bit surprised about something new in your life but doesn’t let it stop him ;)

Kinda Inspired by “What you need” by The Weekend?

—

Four months..that’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen Jack, you ended things with him towards the end of the season and had spent the whole summer back home with friends and family. You had heard a little about him from Dawson and some of the other guys you were close with, Dawson had told you that Jack had come clean to everyone about your situation so they all understood why you stopped going out with them if He was there.

From what you understood him and Stella were actually still together and he seemed happy. You were a little upset At first when Dawson told you Jack accompanied him and his girlfriend Emma on a couples trip, you assumed Stella had gone as well. However you didn’t dwell on those feelings long as you had met someone over the summer.

Bradley, you guys had met at work not to long after you and Jack parted ways and it just so happened that his dad owns the company you work for which made you hesitant when he first asked you out on a date but once you finally agreed it was one of the best decisions you’ve made in a while. He took you to a beautiful restaurant in downtown jersey, bought you a bouquet of roses and paid for everything but let you tip since you insisted.

After the fourth date he asked you to be his girlfriend and you’ve been dating since, 2 and a half months and counting. You were currently packing your bags to head back to jersey so you could go back to working in the building. You enjoyed being home for a little but you could only take so much of your family and being cooped up in the house while working.

“Yo yo” You heard as there was a knock on your childhood bedroom door, you looked over seeing Dawson. “Hey Daws, what’s up?” You asked. “Nothing just checking if your almost done, we have to head to the airport soon” he replied, you guys had decided to fly back to jersey together. Bradly had left a few days ago to go help his dad with some stuff for the company.

“Yeah just have to zip this and pack my carryon and I’m all set” you told him “okay sounds good” he replied grabbing one of your suitcases and taking it downstairs with him.

—

You’d been home just about a week when you got a text from Nico inviting you to his welcome home dinner him and his girlfriend Lia were hosting in their new home, they both mentioned they were excited to meet your mystery man.

“Hey babe! Can u come here for a minute?”You called out to Bradley from the kitchen

“What’s up?” He asked coming in

“Would you like to come to my friend Nicos welcome back dinner with me tonight? He wants to meet you” you asked him

“Isn’t that the captain of the team?” He asked with a weird look on his face. “I thought you were only friends with Dawson”

“We’ll Dawsons my best friend and their his so I’m good friends with a few of the guys, Nico and his girlfriend bought their first home so they’re doing a dinner” you explained seeing his face immediately change at the mention of Lia

“Oh okay yeah I’ll come” he said rounding your island and giving you a kiss on the head, “okay sounds good I’ll let them know”.

—

You pulled into the couples long driveway, seeing Nico welcoming Miles in. As you guys approached the door Lia came out allowing you guys to squeeze each other in a tight hug. You were good friends with most of the girlfriends despite not being a Wag.

“Hi guys! This is beautiful” you said as you pulled away from Lia giving Nico a side hug.

“Yeah my bank account wasn’t looking to beautiful after telling her she could buy whatever decorations she wanted” Nico said with a light laugh causing Lia to elbow him.

“And who’s this?” Lia said nudging her head behind you at Bradley who was holding the wine basket you had brought. “Oh! Lia, Nico meet my boyfriend Bradley, Bradley meet Nico and Lia” you said stepping to the side so he could come closer.

“Omg you’re the mysterious boyfriend Dawson and em told us about!!” Lia said shaking his extended hand. “Nice to meet you” Nico said shaking his hand.

“You guys as well, really a beautiful home you have” Bradley replied with a smile. “Thank you! Now come on in” Lia said leading you both in.

Upon walking into the massive home that was even more beautiful on the inside you were pulled into a few hugs from some of the guys and girlfriends.

As you left Bradley with Nico and Lia to go put the wine basket in the kitchen following the directions they gave, you slammed right into a chest at the entrance but a familiar set of hands grabbed your waist to steady you. 

You both stood there not saying anything or moving, you couldn’t help but scan him noticing the haircut he had that made him look somehow even hotter, his nice tan, and the slight sparkle in his eyes. He looked good..happy, and a little to attractive.

“Hi” he said lowly, “Hi J” you replied just as low

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, “um, Nico and Lia invited me. What about you?”

“Uh kinda on the team, had no choice” he said with a smile on his face, one that you were sad to admit you missed. “Right-sorry I don’t know why I asked that” you said looking down as you felt your cheeks getting hot, noticing his hands were still on your waist.

You stepped back a little letting them fall getting upset with yourself that you immediately missed their familiar warmth. “Um I gotta put this on the counter” you said lifting the basket and showing him. “Oh yeah sorry I’m blocking you” he replied his cheeks getting red as well.

He stepped aside but followed you right in, you could feel his eyes on you as you sat the basket on the counter. “How was your summer?” You decided to ask instead of standing in the slightly awkward silence.

“Good! Uh trained a lot with Lukey and Quinn, was out on the boat a lot, took a few trips; one with Pk and Quinn, one with Dawson and Emma, one with the fam” he said.

“Sounds fun, I know you love spending time with family” you said. “Yeah I miss them a lot during the season, what about you? How was your summ-” he started but got cut off by a voice he didn’t know. “Baby!?” You heard Bradley call out your eyes getting wide.

“In here!” You replied as he rounded the corner, you looked at Jack who was looking back and forth between you and Bradley. “Who’s this?” Bradley asked coming to your side and pointing at Jack.

“This is Jack! He’s a good friend. Jack meet my boyfriend Bradley” you said making eye contact with the center. You noticed the look in his eyes but couldn’t place what it was. Was it hurt?, disappointment?, you weren’t sure but you knew he didn’t like the words that had just come out of your mouth. He had the same look you were sure you did all those months ago at the club when he introduced you to Stella.

“What’s up man” Jack replied with a small wave, “well squish it was nice catching up but I’m gonna go bother the boys. Brad nice meeting you”, “It’s Bradley” your boyfriend replied.

“Yeah Bradley, nice meeting you man” he said walking out. You knew he was in one of his moods and did it on purpose also why he called you a nickname usually only used in private.

“What’s with Squish?” Bradley asked, you didn’t know what to say, Jack had started calling you that after a drunken night where he told you your ass was squishy in between giggles. “Uh it’s something some of them call me, I got drunk one time and told Jack he looked squishy so everyone started calling me it to mess with me” you said making up a complete lie knowing nobody even knew about the nickname.

“Oh okay” he replied looking a little confused.

—

You and Jack didn’t speak for the rest of the night you seen one another of course but no words shared. You and Bradley had recently celebrated three months and the hockey season was officially starting next week.

You were currently on the way home from work when a call rang through your Bluetooth and your car announced it was Dawson. “Hello” you answered.

“Hey you busy?”he asked, “nope I’m on my way home from work, what’s up?” You replied.

“I was just calling to see if my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, talen-” he started but you cut him off. “What do you want Dawson?” you said with a laugh. “K you got me, I was just wondering if you wanted to come out tonight it’s our last Friday night out before the season”

“Sure” you said. “Wait, what? That’s it? I don’t have to beg?” He asked a little shocked. “No I could use a night out” you said shrugging you shoulders, “what’s it gonna hurt? I’m off the rest of the weekend anyway”.

—

Oh boy were you wrong, you were taking your words back this night was hurting. You wore new heels Bradley got you that were destroying your feet, Lia was the only other girl that come out and she and Nico had left a little over an hour ago leaving you with a bunch of drunk idiots, and while you had brought Bradley he disappeared 30 minutes ago to the bathroom and still hadn’t been back, not to mention you ex situation-ship was lurking around here somewhere.

As if right on cue the center slid into the booth next to you. “You okay? You look ready to go home” he said. “That’s because I am” you said with a tired laugh. “Why don’t you go home? I’ve hardly had anything to drink I can watch these guys” he said looking down at you right in your eyes.

God his eyes. They were so damn pretty and did so many things to you, so did those lips that were in a slight smile. You didn’t know if it was the boring techno blaring through the speakers, how tired you were, or your third cranberry vodka of the night but you scooted closer to Jack and put your head on his shoulder.

“Where’s Brad?” He asked noticing he hadn’t seen him in a while. “Said he was going to the bathroom but hasn’t been back” you replied dryly not even caring to correct him. “I wanted to come have fun tonight but Lia left, and he disappeared” you said kinda upset that you were having a bad night. “Wanna go dance?” He asked

“What? J you hate dancing” you said sitting up quickly. He laughed loudly “I know but you said you came out to have fun so let’s go have fun” he stood up extending his hand out to you. You looked at it and then up to his face where he raised an eyebrow at you. “You know what? Fuck it” you said taking his hand. “Good girl” he said with a smirk pulling you to the dance floor.

You couldn’t help but immediately get butterflies in your lower stomach and feel a dampness between your legs. He only every said that to you while you were on top of him and nobody had spoke to you like that since him. It didn’t help that he was looking extremely good tonight and as soon as you got on the floor the music changed and What you need by The Weekend started playing.

“Shit, cmon we can go back to the booth their not playing dancing music anymore” he said going to turn around but you stopped him. “No” you said. “No?” He questioned “no” you confirmed pulling him to the dance floor this time.

You didn’t know why you were doing this, Yeah you liked Bradley a lot and he treated you great and had the qualities you wanted in a guy but He wasn’t Jack. It was like you needed Jack, its like you need him to take you home and throw you on his bed and spend all night taking care of your body.

He’s what you want, he’s what you want, I’m what you need, what you need, what you need

As the lyrics blasted through the speakers you felt him pull your back flushed against his chest, run his fingers up your arms, up to your collarbone, and up your throat till he finally made it to your throat and tilted your head back.

“Miss you so much baby, you just don’t understand. Feeling your body next to mine, taking care of this beautiful fucking body” he whispered in your ear. “Jack” you whined out “we..we can’t” you were trying your best but the way his fingers were running so innocently yet so devilish across your skin that was showing thanks to your dress was making you melt. 

I got everything you want with me, I do everything he does times three, and he don’t gotta know

“Just tonight baby, he doesn’t have to know. We can get an Uber to mine right now” he said turning you around so you were facing each other. “Jack..” you were trying to think of something to say but you knew deep down you wanted him to take you home, have one last  rendezvous. “Tell me to stop and I will, I’ll go back to the table with the boys and you can go home, just say the word baby.”

You didn’t know what you were thinking, “get the boys rounded up and into Ubers and then order us one to your house. I have to use the bathroom.” You said kissing his cheek and walking off.

And i’ma love you girl, the way you need, ain’t no one gonna stop us

As you walked into the bathroom there was two people walking out of a stall. One was oddly familiar, “Bradley?” You said with a laugh, “this is where you’ve been for the past hour?”

“Baby! Y/n it was a mistake she means nothing to me” he tried but you could tell he was not on the same planet as you right now and as you looked over and seen white residue on the counter you realized how this probably started.

“We’re done Bradley this wasn’t going to work out for much longer anyways” you said Turing around and walking out.

You went and found Jack by the front doors “hey I was about to come find you, I’ll Uber will be here shortly” he said looking down at you.

You didn’t respond just grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him hard. “What was that for?” he asked with a smirk, “I don’t have to feel guilty about anything now, found Bradley after he finished a round with some rando” you told him. “Oh shit I’m sorry y/n”

“Shut up no your not” you said with a laugh, “if anything you excited because now you know we have nothing to worry about”

“Yeah..I’m not sorry” he said laughing as he got a notification on his phone “cmon our Ubers here, time for me to take you home and take care of my girl” he said throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Wait Jack, what about Stella? Aren’t you guys dating still?” You asked now realizing he was supposed to be in a relationship. “Oh god no, I broke up with her like a month after you ended things with me”

“WHAT?”

—

The next morning you woke up in the familiar expensive sheets of Jacks bed with a hand running up and down your back. As you let out a groan at the headache you had you heard Jack let out a small laugh.

“Good morning pretty girl” he said as you laid your head on his chest to look up at him. “Morning” you mumbled.

After letting you wake up and get some Tylenol and food Jack sat next to you on the couch and pulled you into his lap to face him.

“I think there’s some stuff we need to talk about” he said, “No Jack not right now I just wanna enjoy my time with you” you replied.

“That’s what I wanna talk about. I treated you like absolute shit Y/n and I didn’t notice until I lost you. God I mean I sat there and was so rude to you and you came back to me every time, you should have punched me in the face.”

“What are you trying to say Jack?” You asked getting a little worried. “I mean I’m in love with you, I don’t know why I wouldn’t admit it to myself before,I knew the way you made me feel was love, but I was to stubborn and was so stuck in my playboy mindset that I didn’t even treat you like a proper human. Then I just let you walk away? God I didn’t and still don’t deserve you”

“You love me?” You were shocked, this had to be some kinda of joke. “Yes squish I’m madly in love with you” he said with a smile

You didn’t reply to him once again just pulled him into a kiss, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long. I missed you so much J” you said. “I missed you too” he said kissing you again.

“If it’s alright with you I’d like to start over, go on dates, hang out, not just sex” he said, “yeah I’d like that a lot” you told him

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